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blazedgraysons · 4 years ago

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babe can u bless us w some new years smut w papi gray ?

oml i’m sorry it took me so long to finish this but of course, angel!! lmaoo let’s start the new year out with some hate sex with gray.

warnings: so i guess the words papi gray triggered something in me because i don’t really know what this is anymore. anyways hatefucking, a smidge of choking, some dirty talk and the return of my fave: cocky fuckboy grayson. anyways hope you like it bby <333

New Year’s had never been your favorite holiday. Too many blacked-out people in a bar, all with high hopes for the year that come quickly crashing down the next day along with their hangovers. Plus, it doesn’t help that you’ve been puked on two NYEs in a row.

It wasn’t like you had a personal vendetta against the holiday, just the older you got, the more you wanted to spend New Years' at home. So you ended up creating your own traditions: Indian food, shitty beer, and rewatching your favorite chick flicks.

This is why you were so surprised to find yourself outside of a huge party this year. Your two best friends had dragged you with them, explaining how they didn’t want to ring in New Year’s without you.

“I look like a disco ball.” You groan as the three of you walk in, Ali and Stella confidently leading the way.

“You look hot.” Ali assures, smiling in what you figure is supposed to be a comforting way. She had been the one to invite the two of you tonight, and a part of you feels bad for your miserable attitude, knowing that she just wanted to spend time with you.

“Warning: Dolan at 3 O’Clock.” Your other friend, Stella, whispers into her red solo cup, and you can feel your bad mood return. Turning your head slightly, you can see Grayson Dolan walking in with his entourage, already acting as if he owns the room.

You can hear Ali snapping at Stella, reminding her how they agreed not to point him out tonight, but all you can focus on is how arrogant Grayson looked.

The two of you had never gotten along, a wrong first date leaving each other permanently on the other’s shit list. Despite your disdain for another, the two of you ran in the same friend group, so you saw each other more often than you like. At this point, everyone knew to keep you two far away from each other unless they wanted a whole night of insults, fighting, and yelling.

“Remind me why you two hate each other again? It’s been like two years.” Stella asks nonchalantly, tilting her head as she holds up her drink.

“We just do. He was a dick on our date. Some people aren’t meant to get along.”

“Aw, you two just need to kiss and makeup.” Ali coos, fixing your hair.

“More like fuck and makeup. So what if you had a bad date. The two of you still have this weird sex thing that needs to be figured out.” Stella interjects.

“I do not-“ Your friends start laughing at your loud objection, watching as your face grows hot in embarrassment.

“I do not want to fuck him!” You hiss, hiding your face from nosy onlookers.

“Why not? I would; he’s fucking hot.” Stella whispers, gesturing over to him. All three of you look over at where he’s standing against the kitchen counter, laughing loudly with his group of friends.

You hated to admit it, but she was right: he really was super attractive. He’s simply dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, denim jacket finishing everything off. It’s nothing special, but you hate the fact that he still somehow managed to look better than everyone else here.

He looks over, smirking when he sees your little group staring at him. All three of you turn away, doing a horrible job at trying to look inconspicuous. Your back is turned towards him as you fix your hair and smoothing out your dress. Ali’s eyes light up suddenly, and she’s whispering to Stella before turning back to you.

“Stella has to pee; we’ll be right back.” She rushes out while dragging Stella to the nearest bathroom. Before you can protest, Grayson’s taking their spot.

He’s chewing his gum obnoxiously, and you can’t help the way your eyes focus on how his jaw moves with every bite.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I was just leaving. Decided it’s not really for me anymore.” You get out, moving past him to walk to the door. You figured you can just call an Uber and text your two friends you were feeling sick. Before you can make it past, he grabs your arm to stop you.

“C’mon, it’s the last day of the year. Can’t you be nice to me just for tonight?” He asks, eyes shining with mischief.

“ Don’t you have some other girl to mess with?” You yank your wrist back, walking off as he follows you.

“Why? You jealous.” He asks, and you know that arrogant smirk is painted on his face.

“Over you? Hardly.” You keep moving until he says something that has you stopping in your tracks.

“Did you wear that dress for me tonight?” Your jaw clenches, annoyance washing over your body. However, you figure two can play this game, so you turn around, walking towards him with a flirtatious expression on your face. He’s looking down at you, appreciating the way your attitude has done a complete 180. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring his face towards yours, leaning in as if you’re going to kiss him.

“Fuck you.” You whisper, mouth millimeters away from his. You turn away, turning to look at him over your shoulder one last time. The irritated expression on his face and his clenched jaw should’ve warned you that you were playing with fire. Still, you simply keep walking forward, choosing to look for Ali and Stella.

Maybe you could stay a little longer to see how this plays out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fuck Grayson Dolan.

At this point, you weren’t sure if you were angrier at him or if you actually wanted to fuck him.

All you know is he was pushing every last button.

It started with constant flirting - just with everyone else besides you. You knew Grayson was a tease, but you swore he had given every girl at this party his signature charming smile. The one that screamed, 'I'm Grayson Dolan, and you're the only one here for me.' You had pretended like you hadn’t seen red when he leaned down to whisper a joke in some girl's ear, winking at you when he notices the way your eyes had narrowed and your lips were puckered.

It only got worse when he decided he needed a refill on his drink, coming up to where you were standing in the hallway. He slyly placed his hands low on your waist, pressing up against you to squeeze by even though you both knew that there was more than enough space.

You were in the middle of debating on whether or not you should finally leave for good this time, figuring you shouldn’t have to subject yourself to this torture when you still have leftover takeout in your fridge.

“Hey, we need to talk to you. Can you meet us in the upstairs bedroom in like 5 minutes?” Ali appears out of nowhere, blonde curls messed up as if she’s been running her hands nervously through her hair. Stella just nods casually, and you look at the two of them suspiciously.

“What are you two planning?” You ask.

“Nothing! Upstairs. Five minutes!” Ali assures, kissing you on the cheek before walking off again. You can tell she’s drunk, smelling the lingering vodka shots on her breath. However, curiosity gets the better of you, and after five minutes, you’re slowly walking up the stairs.

“Ali? Stel?” You call out, getting nothing in response. You keep walking until you reach the end of the hallway, closed door in front of you. You open it, greeted with the sight of Grayson in front of you.

“What the fuck?” You both exclaim, the door closing behind you. You jangle the door handle, cursing under your breath when you realize it’s locked.

“We’re not letting you out until you guys kiss!” Ali calls out.

“You guys got 20 minutes until midnight.” Stella laughs, both still holding the door tightly to keep you from breaking through.

“Oh my God, we’re not fucking 12. This isn’t 7 minutes in heaven.”

“Less talking, more frenching!” Ali yells, giggling loudly as her heels slowly click away.

You roll your eyes, “You two are the fucking worst.” You kick the door before sliding down against it, tilting your head against the door.

“Your friends are weird.” are the first words out of Grayson’s mouth, and you roll your eyes.

“They mean well, they’re just really … stupid sometimes.”You get back up to your feet and start knocking on the door, hitting it with your palms, anything that could hopefully get a passerby’s attention.

“Can you stop banging on the door? It’s annoying.” Grayson mumbles out from where he’s sitting up on the bed after five minutes of your obnoxious knocking.

“I’m sorry, did you want to spend New Year’s locked in here with one another. I’m trying to get out.”

He leans back down on the bed, covering his eyes with his arms. “You realize it’s locked; we’re stuck in here. No one’s coming up here for a while.”

You hate to admit it, but you know he’s right. With only 20 minutes until midnight, everyone’s going to be downstairs, not wanting to miss the main event. You walk over to the dresser, sitting on top of it as you pull out your phone to find someone to text for an emergency rescue.

“We really should just sleep with one another.”

You nearly drop your phone in your lap from his sudden outburst. “I think that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Why not? I think you’re hot; I know you think I’m hot. Stop- don’t try to argue with me; I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. Let’s just get this over with; clear start to 2021.” He looks over at you, raising an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes, “I’m not sleeping with you Grayson.”

“What, scared you might actually like it?” He pushes himself up off the mattress and stalks over to where you’re seated on top of the dresser. You start to feel uncharacteristically timid, not knowing how to react under his dark gaze. You don’t say anything, just watching the way his eyes rake over your entire body slowly.

He takes a deep breath, “If I kiss you right now, will you let me?” You wait a second before throwing on caution to the wind, and nodding, deciding to give in to whatever tension is growing between you.

He leans down, softly kissing you before coming back to gauge your reaction.

“If you kiss anything like the way you fuck, this is gonna fucking suck.” You whisper, smiling at the way his face drops. He pulls you into him, forcing his lips onto yours roughly. It’s messy, teeth clashing into one another, noses bumping, and you love it. You didn’t want softness, you didn’t want intimacy, you wanted Grayson to let out everything he felt towards you.

He starts to roughly mark down your neck, leaving dark marks, and you whimper, desperately pulling his jacket off his shoulders. He leans back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your mouth falls slightly. You take in all the deep contours and ridges, not even missing the way he flexes briefly.

“Like what you see?” He rasps out, pants growing tighter at your open arousal.

“Just because we’re fucking doesn’t mean I’m another one of your fans. I still fucking hate you.” You pull your dress off and spread your legs slightly on the dresser. You mentally thank Ali for forcing you to skip wearing a bra because the way Grayson’s face zeros in on your bare tits has you whimpering softly. He moves even closer to you.

“Doesn’t seem like you hate me right now.” He whispers, eyes darkening at the dark spot growing on your underwear. His arms are on either side of your thighs as he’s standing in between your legs. You can feel the heat coming off from his body, close enough that you can pick up the subtle nerves in his energy under waves of excitement.

“Whatever.” You’re trying your hardest to remain unaffected, calm under his intense gaze. Still, between the lack of touch and the way he’s looking like he can’t figure out how he wants to ruin you first, you start to squirm.

He pulls roughly at your underwear; you watch as his biceps bulge until the fabric falls apart in his hands. Whatever facade of calmness you were trying to maintain flies out the window. You swallow deeply, eyes wide as he tosses the ruined underwear over his shoulder with a cocky smirk. The smug look on his face is enough for you to snap back to normal and return to your usual backtalk.

“Watch it, asshole. Those aren’t cheap.”

“Trust me, I’ll buy you two more to make up for it. Now shut up; you talk too much.” With that, he’s leaning down and sucking your clit hard.

You’re not quick to compliment Grayson, but you can admit he’s incredible at eating pussy. He genuinely sounds like he’s ready to die in between your legs, quietly groaning to himself with every suck and lick. Your breath hitches at the imagery, and he’s slowly licking up your slit, savoring the way you taste for him. He gives you a few more licks before he starts sucking at your clit again, and you can feel yourself growing closer.

“Fuck, Gray- I’m about to cu-“ Before you can finish, he’s pulling away and smiling up at you with shiny lips.

“Fuck you.” You practically spit out, and he just laughs shortly, amusement barely hidden in his face.

“Before I make you cum, I wanna hear you ask nicely.” He’s leaning into you again, lips hovering yours, mirroring the same position you had him in earlier. You push his shoulder, hoping to give you some distance, but he stays firmly planted in place.

“If you think I’m gonna beg for your sorry excuse of a dick -“

He cuts you off, fingers slipping inside you, and he starts curling his fingers, your back arching into his touch. With how close you were to your orgasm, you’re falling apart in a matter of seconds. You start whimpering out his name, and he stills all his movements, thumb hovering over your clit.

“Beg.” He demands, and neither of you misses the way you tightly clench around him from the change of tone in his voice.

You stare at him long until he lightly brushes your clit, reminding you of what you’re missing in your stubbornness. You sigh dramatically before swallowing your pride and saying:

“Grayson, fuck me.” He stares at you pointedly, and you sigh again.

“Please, Gray. Want you to fuck me, please.” You whisper. It’s not a lot, but he knows that’s probably the most he’s going to get out of you at this moment, so he just smiles proudly and starts moving his fingers again. The coil in your stomach starts to grow tighter, and your toes curl when you start cumming all of your fingers. You cry out, nails scratching down his stomach as he continues to move his hand to work you through your orgasm.

He leans back, sucking up everything on his fingers before unbuckling and taking his pants and underwear off. You were glad he had made you cum before because he was big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with before. He brushes his dick over your entrances a few times, tapping his dick lightly on your clit. You whimper slightly, and he winks, arrogant persona back in full force.

“You’re still a dick.” You whisper, no real sting to your words.

“Yeah, I know.” He strokes his dick lightly before sinking in, and both of you moan out from the initial feeling.

He starts snapping his hips relentlessly, not giving you time to adjust to his pace. Your eyes begin to roll back, only able to focus on the wood digging into your back, arm wrapped around your waist, and dick ramming roughly into you. You’re moaning out constantly, nothing able to come to mind to express how good he’s making you feel.

However, Grayson is starting to get frustrated, not satisfied with the way you’ve laid out in front of him. He picks you up, holding you close to him before dropping you carelessly on the bed. Before you can say anything, he’s twisting your body around, so you’re on all fours in front of him and is sliding back into you, taking you from behind. You’re arching underneath him, allowing him to reach you even deeper as you moan out. He’s practically fucking you into the mattress, and from your constant sounds and ass jiggling in front of him, he’s releasing a guttural groan.

He places an arm next to your head while wrapping a large hand around your throat, lightly cutting off your air. His body is entirely over yours, encasing your entire body in his large frame. It all starts to get to be too overwhelming, and your mind starts to go blank from the pleasure, pulling at the railings to get away from how hard he’s fucking into you while also leaning back into him to get more.

“Stop running; thought you wanted to see how good I can fuck you.” He moves his hand to slap your ass, and his dick jumps from the way you start squeezing around him. He rubbing your ass, ready to spank you again, when the both of you stop from loud screams coming below you. You both hear yells about countdowns and New Year’s and Grayson’s leaning down, rutting himself into you before whispering in your ear -

“How much you wanna bet I can get you to cum before midnight?”

10!

You didn’t think he could go any faster, but his movements pick up, hitting your g-spot with every movement of his hips.

He brushes his fingers against your lip, watching as you slowly take them into your mouth and start sucking. You don’t miss the way he lightly swears when you lightly nip at the pads of his fingers. “Fucking brat.” He mutters before he’s wrapping his hand around your throat again.

He moves his hand, going back up on his knees so he can hold you still as he keeps thrusting into you.

With the way he’s gripping your hips and pulling you back into him, you already know you’re gonna be bruised with his fingerprints on your hip tomorrow.

You start to fall forward, and all you can think about is how badly you want to cum.

He starts rubbing at your clit, and you swear you can feel him deep in your stomach, knowing that he’s going to be responsible for your limp tomorrow.

“If only I knew earlier that all I needed to do to get you to shut up was to fuck you properly” were the words coming out, and you hate yourself for moaning out louder at the way he says it.

You can tell he’s starting to get close by the way he starts slowing down, choosing to grind his hips slowly into you.

You haven’t stopped moaning, volume picking up until you’re practically sobbing into the pillow. You briefly think how grateful you are for the screaming in the living room when Grayson smacks your ass hard before groaning in your ear, “Fucking cum, Y/N.”

The tight feeling in your stomach snaps, and a small spurt of wetness releases, you squirting into his dick and thighs. You practically collapse forward, suddenly exhausted, and it only takes a few more thrusts before Grayson’s pulling out to cum on your lower back.

Happy New Year’s, Y/N.” He whispers in a cocky tone, pride in how he practically has you reduced to nothing underneath him.

He covers you in a blanket before getting dressed and walking back out to the party, not even bothering to hide his self-satisfied smirk when his friends ask him why he missed the ball drop.

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romantichopelessly · 4 years ago

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Peppermint, Ginger, Lemongrass and Truth

This is part of the @sanderssidesgiftxchange for @randomfactscenteral based on their wishes for LAMP and a fantasy AU! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope that you enjoy it! <3

Synopsis: Patton Bellerose is a witch. This wouldn't be a problem, if he didn't have to find out a way to tell his three boyfriends, Logan, Virgil and Roman before sunset on his birthday.

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Orange peel for blessings and luck, nettle leaves for courage, and plain old chamomile for encouraging him to finally stop overthinking and get to sleep. Patton let the tea steep for four minutes before pulling his kitty cat mug off the bottom shelf and pouring himself a steaming mug.

Patton paused, staring into the amber swirls of the tea. He deliberated a moment, remembering his older brother’s ever common reminders to Patton to take his magic seriously, before he promptly ignored said reminders and added two heaping spoonfuls of honey.

Across the room, the digital clock on his microwave read 11:27. Patton huffed. There was nothing more frustrating than being unable to fall asleep. Patton had always hated restlessness, especially when he was alone in his tiny apartment.

As if on cue, there was a tiny croak from beside Patton’s elbow. Patton lifted his head from where he had let it drop into his arms and looked to his left. He squinted--it was hard to see in the dim kitchen lights without his glasses, which he had stupidly left on his bedside table in the next room--and made a little face.

“What are you croaking at?” Duchess, the frog that was sitting on Patton’s kitchen bar like she owned the place managed to look completely unimpressed. Patton almost smiled. Were he not so worried about tomorrow, he would have.

Duchess croaked again.

Patton sighed, pulling his mug closer and taking a long sip of his tea. “By this time tomorrow, you’ll be able to speak to me, Chessy. There’s no use lecturing me now. You’ll have the rest of my life to do that.”

And it was true. Despite the usual lifespan of Duchess’s type of frog, as Patton’s familiar, she was cursed (gifted? Patton would have to ask her how she felt about that when he could tomorrow) to live just as long as Patton himself did.

Tomorrow, which began in less than half an hour now, January 15th, was Patton Bellerose’s 21st birthday. And like every other member of the Bellerose family on their 21st birthdays, Patton would be gaining his full powers as soon as the sun set tomorrow.

Which meant that he would have to tell his boyfriends that he was a witch before then.

Patton hadn’t meant to put it off so long. Really, he had planned to tell them weeks ago, things had just… never fallen into place.

It wasn’t that he thought that they would react badly. Patton had been slowly showing them little displays of his powers for months now and they hadn’t shown any sign of fear or outrage yet. Of course, Logan often explained away Patton’s impeccable luck or way with plants as probability and experience, and if Patton wasn’t so unbelievably fond of him, he would have been frustrated at his hardheadedness.

If Logan had figured it out on his own, Patton would never have to deal with telling them at all. Rather unfair of him to be so picky with where he employed his massive intelligence.

To make matters worse, Patton couldn’t tell even partially how the conversation would go down, because he had never had a talent for prophecy. Not like his brother did, at least, and Patton had already exhausted that route. J refused to perform a reading for Patton’s birthday and whether or not his boyfriends would react well to the knowledge of magic existing. So, Patton would have to approach this like any other human, completely in the dark. The uncertainty of telling the three men that he loved more than anything about his biggest secret was… well… keeping Patton up at night.

He couldn’t stop himself from envisioning their reactions. Patton was usually an optimist. He dealt well with luck magic and hopeful manifestation, which more often than not kept his mind away from anxious spirals.

Virgil would have known what to do in this moment. Or, at the very least, he would have kept Patton company while he worried, and oftentimes that was more than enough. Patton smiled softly at the thought.

Then of course, thinking of Virgil pulled his thoughts right back to what Virgil would say tomorrow when Patton told him who--or, rather, what--he was.

He could see it clearly. Virgil was very superstitious. He feared the unknown like no one Patton had ever met before. If--When--Patton were to tell him about magic, Virgil would surely fall into a spiral, questioning all that he knew. He did that at least twice a week as it was!

Patton groaned, burying his face in his hands. His tea was cooling, forgotten on the counter beside him.

Maybe he should start by telling Roman or Logan, then. They would be able to help him break the news to Virgil.

Patton peaked his eyes out between his fingers and looked up at the ceiling.

He could see it now. Roman was a firm believer in fate and romance. He adored fairytales and princess movies, so would it really be such a reach for him if Patton told him that he was a witch? He would be excited about it, right?

Except… Except Patton had been over this route of thinking before.

Roman, above all else, valued honesty. The foundation for all good relationships was truth, after all. His hopeless romanticism was one of his best qualities, in Patton’s humble opinion, but it would also be Patton’s downfall. After dating for nearly two years, to come out with a truth bomb like “Hey RoRo! Did you know that magic is actually real, and I’ve been lying to you about who I am ever since we met? I’m a witch and I do magic! So, would you like to meet my familiar?”

Even if Roman didn’t take Patton’s confession as a breach of trust, there was only one other feasible response that Patton could envision.

What if Roman expected Patton to do magic for him?

Patton shook that thought away. He should be ashamed of himself, thinking so lowly of his own boyfriend. Roman had never given Patton any reason to think that he would do such a thing. They loved each other. And that love extended past anything. Even magic.

Right?

Patton reached blindly out, fumbling for the cup of now lukewarm tea on the counter in front of him. He took a bracing sip.

His boyfriends loved him. Virgil loved him. Roman loved him. Logan loved him.

Logan would not take the news well at all, though. Patton knew this for a fact. Logan based most of his opinions and world views on concrete facts. What would he say once Patton told him that the things he once knew to be fact--that magic did not exist, for instance--were actually incorrect? It would shake the foundation of his entire world view.

Patton could easily envision the look on Logan’s face. The bewildered furrow of his brow. The slight gape of his mouth. The shock and disbelief in his beautiful blue eyes. The betrayal that would mask his face.

Patton’s heart ached.

He was almost thankful that he did not have a gift for premonition. The only way that he was going to make it through tomorrow was knowing that there was a chance--even though it was slim. Very slim. So gosh darn slim, in Patton’s huckleberry humbled opinion--that that expression of earth shattering betrayal would never cross Logan’s face. No amount of nose kisses could erase that--or the imagined fear in Virgil’s eyes, or the disillusioned disappointment in Roman’s.

Patton didn’t sleep that night.

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“Patton? Darling?”

A hand settled on the small of Patton’s back, startling him out of his own mind. He blinked, smiling reflexively at Logan’s concerned expression. “Yes, honey?”

There was a small furrow in between Logan’s perfectly sculpted brows. Patton wanted to rub it away with the pad of his thumb. He wanted to crack a joke that would make Logan wince, but bring that sparkle that he liked to pretend didn’t exist to his eyes.

“You were distracted again.” It was Roman who spoke this time. He was sitting on the other end of the picnic blanket that the four of them had laid out in the clearing that day. Virgil was sitting in his lap, leaning back against his chest. One of Roman’s hands was in his hair, gently combing through it.

The sight made Patton’s heart flutter for a moment.

His three, beautiful, wonderful, thoughtful boyfriends had surprised him with a picnic for his birthday. And what a lovely day it had been. Just the four of them, enjoying one another’s company…

But now it was almost sunset. And Patton still had not spilled the beans.

How could he, when Virgil was perfectly relaxed, soaking up the sun, and Roman was laughing loudly, his eyes shining, and Logan was humming softly, taking in this perfect moment? Patton bit the inside of his cheek. He knew that he was just stalling, but the idea of possibly shattering this perfect moment was making something in his stomach curdle. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the grass underneath his palm start to wither.

“Sorry.” His voice was small, almost squeaky, but it was all he could hope to get out. He moved his hand.

Virgil opened his eyes. As soon as they met Patton’s, he knew that he was done for. Concern and knowing filled Virgil’s hazel eyes. Patton would have to say something quickly--before his boyfriend jumped to the worst possible conclusion.

He must have hesitated just too long, however, the words stuck in his throat like a wad of chewing gum, because Virgil spoke before he could. “What’s wrong, Pat?” Virgil’s voice was gruff. Patton closed his eyes, shame and guilt for causing his boyfriends to worry burning in his chest. He knew that voice of Virgil’s. It was the exact one that he had feared. Virgil was anxious.

“Nothing.” It was a feeble attempt, and they all knew it. Patton felt like he was going to be sick. He wished that he had cast a calming spell on himself that morning.

By now, all three of his boyfriends had their eyes trained on him, with varying degrees of worry on their faces. “Patton-” Logan started, but Virgil stopped him.

“No. It isn’t nothing. Patton, what is going on? You’ve been acting off, like, all week.” Patton gulped. Virgil’s voice softened a bit. “You can tell us. Please. What are you so worried about, babe?”

Patton opened his mouth. And closed it again. As if he could sense the conflict going on inside of Patton, Roman shifted forward, careful not to move Virgil off of his lap and grasped Patton’s free hand. Logan’s hand, which was still on the small of Patton’s back, began to move in small, soothing circles.

“I’m a witch.” He blurted, his eyes squeezed shut once again. “I mean- my whole family is. I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now, but I just- I couldn’t- and now it’s my birthday and in a few minutes, when the sun sets, my full powers are going to come in, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hide it when that happened, so I’ve been trying to tell you, but you were all so happy and I didn’t want to ruin the mood, but I’ve been lying and- I just- I’m sorry.”

He opened one eye. Just a crack. Just enough to see his boyfriend’s faces in the dimming afternoon light.

Logan looked shocked, to say the least. Patton could practically see the gears turning in his mind, turning over Patton’s words and examining them from every angle. His hand had paused in its comforting movements on Patton’s back, but he didn’t dare complain. It felt like there was a little chip in his heart.

Roman looked surprised, his gentle smile frozen on his face and his lips parted slightly, as if paused in the middle of an intake of breath. His expression was borderline unreadable. Patton suppressed a wince.

Patton’s gaze slipped over to his third boyfriend, his heart heavy in his chest. But Virgil wasn’t frozen like Logan or Roman. He didn’t even look surprised.

He didn’t look afraid.

Patton did not allow himself to feel hopeful for what that could mean.

Virgil looked almost… calmer than he had before Patton had said what was on his mind. His shoulders were more relaxed, and he was leaning back against Roman once again. He didn’t look at all like Patton had feared. There was no terror. No alarm. It was as if… as if this wasn’t a shock at all.

“V-Virgil?” Patton’s voice was almost inaudible. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Logan and Roman beginning to move, as if they had just returned to their bodies.

Virgil slid forward, off of Roman’s lap. Roman made a small noise of disagreement, and Patton felt a delirious urge to smile. He didn’t. Virgil wrapped his hands around both of Patton’s, bringing his attention away from the cataclysm in his mind. Patton noticed right then that Roman must have dropped his hands somewhere in the middle of his rambling confession.

“It’s okay, Patton.” Patton blinked, startled. He glanced back at Roman and Logan, who looked just as confused as he was. Virgil rubbed his thumbs across Patton’s knuckles, and he turned his attention forward again. “I… sort of already guessed.”

Patton’s mouth dropped open.

“What?” Roman shrieked. “You- You guessed that-”

Virgil shrugged, but there was a tension in his shoulders again as he looked defensively back at Roman. “Yes. It was sort of obvious.”

“I do not believe that obvious is the word that you are looking for, Virgil.” Logan responded. “How could you have guessed-”

“Please.” Virgil rolled his eyes, cutting Logan off. “Have you known anyone who is as good with plants as Patton?” Logan blinked, but did not respond. “Or what about how good he is with animals? Or how the weather is always perfect when all four of us go out?” Logan blinked. It looked as if something was dawning on him. Virgil continued. “And how Patton’s tea always cures our headaches? Has that ever happened before you met Patton? It had to be something like this. It’s-”

“Magic!” Roman gasped, his hand on his chest and a sparkle returning to him. He looked at Patton with wonder in his eyes. “It’s magic! You- Really-”

“Duh.” Virgil answered for him. Patton couldn’t stop himself from the incredulous laugh that burst from him.

There was a pause. Logan, who had been very obviously mulling over the information that Patton and Virgil had just placed before him, spoke next. “How much… exactly-”

Patton’s heart skipped a beat, tendrils of fear creeping back into his chest. However, once again, Virgil saved him by answering first.

“Not now, Logan.” Logan looked a bit put out by this response, but Virgil nudged him jovially with his elbow. “Later. Right now-” Patton looked up. The sky was a burning orange. “The sun is setting. Patton?”

Patton took a deep breath. “Yes?” He wished that his worry wasn’t so obvious.

This time Roman leaned forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You know we love you, right? This could never change anything about how we feel about you.” A lump grew in Patton’s throat. “You’re our person, our love! And we will be here for you.”

Logan cleared his throat and tried for a smile. It made something in Patton’s chest fill up like a balloon. “Yes. We will have plenty of time to discuss, but our love for you is never up for debate.”

Three faces looked back at Patton, pride and love glowing from them as the bright golden light of the sun haloed them like the angels they were. The sun set behind them, and they held him the whole time. Evening set upon the park and the four men in it, and tears welled in Patton’s eyes as they began to glow a brilliant silvery blue.

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meet-me-in-the-kitchen · 5 years ago

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Hi!!! I've just gotten my wisdom teeth removed and I'm emotional wrecked. Who knew I would miss those little shits? Anyway, could you maybe write something short about Y/n having her wisdom teeth removed and being super sad and in pain and Harry is just there to help her feel better? I love your writing and honestly read all of your work twice at the least. ILY

ANESTHESIA AND LETTING GO

(She would stare at him like he was god’s single greatest gift to humanity.)

“You’re gonna take care of me?” she garbled, gaping so he could see the gauze squished into her mouth and a little bit of blood trickling out of the recent incisions. He tried both not laughing or wincing, but couldn’t help an endeared little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips at her genuinely awed expression, as if she couldn’t believe he was actually there. Thsy’d had to remind her a few times that he was her boyfriend, which worried him a bit at first—he reckoned he’d watched The Vow a few too many times.

“Yes, lovie,” he’d rasped, a warm chuckle rumbling in his chest as he brushed away a lock of hair that was dangling dangerously close to her open mouth. This seemed to cheer her up, because she made a contented little cooing noise, the kind you would expect to come from a woodland creature or a baby, before nuzzling her cheek against his knuckles, gazing up at him shyly while blushing a bit. The older dentist in the room had sighed wistfully while passing by for her post-operative check-up, while her younger assistant sniffed jealously. Loopy from drugs or not, y/n took one look at the woman’s lustful gaze on harry’s bottom and glared at her fiercely, mouth full of gauze. He’d said he was her boyfriend, hadn’t he? That made her his girlfriend and thus perfectly eligible to grab his...

“Oh!” Harry yelped in surprise when y/n’s hands reached behind him and greedily squeezed a handful of his bubbly bottom, a gesture usually performed the other way round, not that he was protesting.

“She’s a bit loopy,” Harry explained sheepishly, a little pink in the cheeks, to the dental assistant, who was now huffing and sneering down at her clipboard. y/n simply batted her eyelashes, mouth still wide open, while Harry gently placed her hands down and she sneakily let them travel down his back and then deliver a firm smack to his backside.

“I can see that,” the assistant muttered darkly. She stuck her nose up in the air, and marched out of the room.

Satisfied that her nemesis was out of the picture, y/n settled back into the chair politely and thought back to what Harry had said before about how he was gonna take care of her and how the smooth planes of his perfectly sculpted face had felt against her cheek; thoughts that once again send blood rushing to her cheeks, and send her into a fit of cute giggles, staring up at the ceiling but not particularly anything as she does so with fingers pressed slightly to her puffy lips.

“Proper spanked me in front of the dental assistant only moments ago, love, and now you’re goin’ all blushy on me,” Harry teased lowly, his own dimple poking out as this sent his girlfriend into even louder giggles, ones that she covered with her hands.

After leaving the dentist’s office, however, things had quickly taken a turn for the worse once the drugs slowly exited y/n’s system. dental pain is quite arguably one of the most excruciating pains to exist on the face of this planet. especially if you’re the one going through it. and besides the physical pain...y/n seemed to be having some attachment issues to her teeth, as well.

“...Harry?” y/n whimpered, curling further into her boyfriend’s chest and looking dolefully up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. His forest green eyes flitted to hers in surprise of her sudden wakefulness. She’d been silent most of the car ride back, after ten minutes of initial happiness and humming his songs loudly under her breath. Once they were back home, she’d clung to his side, and he had to carry her up the steps to their flat, bridal style, because she was kind of flopping all over the place, but he didn’t mind an excuse to hold her so close to him. He helped her into a jersey that smelled just like him to comfort her while she was still neurotically out of it, her cheek squished to his chest while he put Tiger King on Netflix, but admittedly paid more attention to he, looking down every now and then to see a deep-set frown on her fresh face.

“What is it, baby?” he asked. She decided he loved his voice as he talked to her like this, because it was low and pleasant and he took his time saying each word, so it rolled off his tongue like syrup with authenticity and an accent that knew no exact heritage, but Harry. His green eyes were attentive, fingers stroking down her back. “do you need anything?”

“I hurt,” she sniffled, lips trembling. He pouted in response, turning over so he could hold her properly, hips melding together.

“‘M sorry. Do you want more medicine?”

“No,” she said indignantly, like it was obviously not what she would want.

“You sure?” he asked slowly, eyebrows raising. “I thought it hurt?”

“Not that,” she shook her head, eyes shifting to her nervously twisting fingers heartbreakingly. her lips trembled a bit, and Harry grew alarmed. He was him, so he’d naturally spent hours on WebMd, reading up on the side-effects of even such a common procedure as wisdom teeth removal. Had the dentist damaged the crowns of any other teeth? had she hurt y/n’s gums? what if—

“What’s wrong then, hm?”

“I— I just...” she burst into tears, sobs breaking as she choked out an explanation. In a hushed voice, she confessed: “I miss my wisdom teeth!”

He blinked once. Twice.

“You...” he paused. “Miss your teeth?”

y/n nodded, big eyes filling with tears again at the mention of her long departed acquaintances.

“Like...they were always there for me, you know?” she garbled, tears slipping down her face as Harry frantically tries to swipe them off her cheeks with his own thumbs, while also confirming that his girlfriend has, indeed, finally lost it.

“I mean,” Y/N took a deep breath before diving into a heartfelt monologue dedicated to her teeth. “I could be going through the worst day ever, and i could be a total bitch and most people would probably leave, but my teeth never left me. and like, they never even wanted to leave and they were always there, but I never even tried to make them feel wanted,” she sniffled, blinking back tears dramatically while Harry rubbed the small of her back, handing her a tissue she blew her nose into. “I know that humans don’t need them to chew on raw animals anymore, but...can you imagine how that feels?” She empathized, emotion in her voice, “to constantly be there for this total bitch and then she just wakes up one day and feels a pinch in her mouth—“

“Not a pinch,” Harry muttered defensively, recalling Y/N screaming bloody murder the night before, but unsure as to why he’s defending her from...her.

“—and decides to tear them apart, evicting from the only place they’ve ever really known. I didn’t even say goodbye, and it makes my heart sad,” Y/N aid so defeatedly, it kind of breaks Harry’s heart, too.

“And you know the worst thing,” she whispered brokenly: “they never even saw it coming.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” he stated, wiping away her tears delicately, watching her face until each one was gone, a bare sniffle the only reminder she’d been crying. “I love you too much to let you do this to yourself. We’re gonna watch a rom-com, and...”

“But, I never even named them!” she gasped wetly. He ignored her as she murmured alejandro, wisdom the wisdom tooth, and other potential names for her deceased teeth; while simultaneously contemplating if she could break into the dentist’s dustbin and maybe sneak back her teeth.

But when the day comes to an end and the drugs are flushed out of Y/N’s system, Harry takes care of her. He makes sure Y/N’s getting enough water and eating well; sets a timer to wake her up from her naps and feed her the bitter medicine her scowl suggests she wouldn’t take if it weren’t for him. He would make sure to replace her gauze even if she’s a bit squirmy from all the blood in her mouth, and most definitely wouldn’t be stingy when it came to cuddling; squeezing her so tight with his strong arms, trying his best to minimize the pain as much as possible. that meant pressing light kisses to her puffy cheeks. When she’d be up from an aching mouth, he’d be the one putting his hand under her jaw, massaging lightly, to help relieve some of the ache. He make sure her food was soft and the right consistency, and hold back her hair when Y/N’d inevitably puke from the taste of her medicine, or soothingly rub his warm hand over her back when she was tremoring from the anesthesia leaving her freezing.

“Are you staying?” Y/N asked in the morning, yawning as Harry pulled her up to his chest, stroking her hair.

“Yes,” he nodded, lips pressed to the side of her forehead. “Unless you want me to go.”

Because like her wisdom teeth, Harry would never let go.

MASTERLIST

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briefinquiries · 5 years ago

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Luke Alvez x Reader: Blind Date

Request: “Could you write something where the reader meets Luke while they’re on a really bad blind date? and they hit it off with luke instead??”

Tagged: @ssaic-jareau , @alvezstan , @lcvischmitt , @ogmilkis , @goldenalvez , @ssa-morgan , @garcias-batcave , @akimagies , @zhangyixingxing1 , @pinkdiamond1016 , @yourwonderbelle, @rachelxwayne , @sc4rletw1tch

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: swearing

It’s not that Peter isn’t cute. Really, he is. He’s tall, and not a single strand of his hair is out of place. He smells like department store perfume, is wearing expensive clothes, and is probably everything you’re supposed to want to take home to your parents.

The problem is that he’s mind-numbingly dull and–even worse.. completely uninterested in you. Even when he picked up you up, dressed up a tight dress with your makeup all done, he’d barely mumbled a compliment. You probably should’ve taken the hint and claimed sickness before you’d gotten to the arena, but you didn’t want to offend the guy. Your mother had raised you better than that.

You sigh, head propped up in your hand. The bleachers are cold underneath you and you haven’t been paying attention to what the players on the court below were even doing. The game’s just started, but Peter is already engrossed in it, eyes tracking the players’ movements carefully. You would ask a question about the team or why their shorts are so long they cover their knees, but you’re sure Peter would just mildly play it off.

“Sorry, sorry, coming through,” a voice comes from your left. You snapped your head around to see two boys pushing their way through the bleachers towards you. The tall, tan one is doing the pushing, loudly shouting sincere apologies as he goes through. The skinny, pale one behind him is carrying a giant bag of popcorn and a soda, an overly pleased grin on his face.

They bustle their way through until they’re right next to you and Peter. The tan one sits right next to you, still chatting away at his friend. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and you feel absurdly overdressed next to him in your fancy heels and curled hair.

You turn your head away when you hear a loud “Hi!” in your ear. It’s the tan man, smiling at you and…oh. He’s got these soft, brown eyes that look like glistening embers and he reminds you of the sun that reflects on them.

“Hi,” you smile back. Maybe the night won’t be so awful after all.

“I’m Luke. This is my friend Spencer.” Spencer smiles awkwardly and waves at you. He looks easy going too.

“I’m Y/N. This is, uh, my date, Peter.” you gesture over at Peter, who’s pointedly still staring at the game. “Um, Peter?”

He turns his head slightly, “Yeah?”

“This is Luke and Spencer.” He waves, uninterested, at the duo.

Peter mumbles a semblance of a hello at them and turns his head completely back to the game. You can feel your face drop a little, but you try to smile at Luke. His brow is furrowed in Peter’s direction, and he mouths to you “Silent type, huh?”

“I guess,” you shrug, careful not to bump your shoulder into Peter.

Luke focuses back on you. It’s almost dizzying, the caramel eyes staring so earnestly into yours.

The crowd around you suddenly roars. You lean back a bit, not realizing how close you’d been leaning in to Luke. He’s still only looking at you though, despite the people yelling around you. Peter is on his feet yelling obscenities. “What happened?” You ask him.

“What?” He almost yells back. “You’re so quiet, can’t you speak up?”

You can feel your cheeks heating up. “I just asked what happened.”

“They fouled one of our players. Flagrant one”

“What does that mean?”

Peter gives you a cold look. “Didn’t you go to college here? How can you not know the basic rules of basketball?”

You gulp, “I—”

“Never mind. It’s when players are too rough and could have injured someone, basically,” he huffs. “You’re not allowed to do that.”

“Oh—” you briefly stumble over your words. Peter turns back to game, huffing loudly.

Luke’s face is thunderous when you glance back at him. He grumbles under his breath, “Kinda rude-” he then proceeds to calmly explain to you what exactly a flagrant one foul is and if that’s not terribly endearing, you’re not sure what is. You can feel yourself growing quite fond of Luke as you fall back into a conversation, with his little quips and comments throughout the game and his lovely eyes and strong biceps and the way he laughs at you like you’re actually telling funny jokes. He’s just so happy and perfect and he gets eye crinkles when he smiles. You love eye crinkles.

A loud horn and the bustling of people around them startles you. Peter’s trying to shuffle past you, “Do you want popcorn or anything?”.

You frown at him, “No, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Spencer leaves too, and Luke fixes you with a curious look. “Why in the world are you on a date with that guy? Not trying to be mean or anything, but he’s kind of a dick.”

You laugh at his remark, “My friend thought we’d be a good match. I’m not sure how she could have possibly thought that. Remind me to never let myself get set up on a blind date ever again,” you sigh.

Luke then launches into a story about the “worst date I’ve ever been on, I swear, Y/N, it was the most awful night of my life”. His eyes are shining and you’re not sure of the last time you laughed this hard. He’s still talking when Peter comes back grumbling slightly under his breath and avoiding your eyes. Luke glares daggers at him, like the guy’s personally attacking him.

“Is that a Kiss Cam?” Spencer asks as he sits back down, pointing at the big screen.

You smile in awe at the old couple on the screen now. You and Luke both laugh at the various couples they show, watching both awkward and sweet kisses they share. You’re mid-laugh when you freeze, shocked at what they’re showing now. It’s focused on you and Peter. More specifically, you now staring at Peter and Peter completely ignoring you. He’s not even glancing over at you or turning his head in the slightest. You can feel your cheeks heat up again, looking helplessly over at Luke.

Luke, who’s still smiling at you, like a ball of sunshine, quirks an eyebrow and narrows his eyes. Without thinking, you lean in and kiss him. He tastes like sunshine and mint chewing gum, and he kisses you back just as eagerly. His lips are soft against yours and you think that you might be a little in love. You pull back after what feels like forever, leaning your forehead against Luke��s. Your smile is so wide it feels like it’s going to split your face open, and when you finally lean back to look at Luke, he’s smiling just as wide, eye crinkles and all.

Spencer looks a little shocked behind him, leaning over with wide eyes. He’s looking behind you at Peter, who’s finally paying attention.

He has a cold expression and his eyebrows are furrowed. He crosses his arms stiffly over his chest and glares at you. “We’re on a date. You can’t kiss other people when you’re on a date with me. Who does that?”

You stutter out a semblance of a response, but then Luke is leaning forward. “I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re kind of a prick.”

Peter’s jaws drops open at him. He looks like he’s about to spit a response back when Luke turns to you and grins widely at him. “Wanna get out of here?”

You laugh, “Yeah, I do.”

He stands and offers a hand to you, “Let’s go. We’ve got things to do, places to see.”

You let Luke pull you up and you can’t keep the stupid grin off from your face. He takes your hand again and starts pulling you gently down the bleachers. You turn and wave back at Spencer and Peter. Peter looks like he’s swallowed a something whole but Spencer quickly gives you a soft smile and a thumbs up. “Bye, Peter! Hopefully I’ll see you soon, Spencer.” You laugh again and let yourself get pulled along by Luke.

Luke turns around and smiles at you, “You okay?”

Maybe it’s too soon to tell, but you have a strange feeling that you just met your soulmate. You beam back, “I am now.”

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simsadventures · 5 years ago

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Little Bit of Pollen

Summary: You and Bucky are both Avengers, but that doesn’t mean you have to like each other. What happens when you two are the only one present when you breathe in a sex pollen?

Warnings: sex pollen, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THIS)

Square Filled: Enemies to Lovers for @holylulusworld ’s 6000 Followers Celebration

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger! Reader

Word Count: 2732

A/N: This piece was written for the one and only @holylulusworld. I know I’m tad bit late, but I only gotten around to do it now. So sorry love, hope you won’t be too mad at me!!

Hope y’all enjoy it, let me know what you thought :) xx

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“YN! Come to my office,” you could hear Tony from the speaker in your bedroom, and you rolled your eyes. It has only been 5 days since you got back from your last mission in Syria with Clint, and you were still a little sore at some places. And you were pretty sure that Tony wouldn’t have this commanding tone, and wouldn’t call you to his “office” if it wasn’t about a mission.

You groaned loudly and stood up from the Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko, the latest book you were reading and enjoying. You weren’t really rushing through the halls, hoping Tony would find somebody else for the new thing. But when you got to his office, you could see that there was only one other person there, and the need to roll your eyes grew exponentially.

Bucky.

You have been fellow Avengers for the past 8 months, but while both you and he were good with everybody else on the team, you couldn’t stand each other. You were always at each other’s throat, bickering and fighting about the tiniest things.

Like this morning, when you met him in the kitchen. You had one particular cup that you liked to use for your morning coffee, and the whole team knew about it. So it was quite the surprise when you came in to make yourself a cup, seeing Bucky with your cups against his lips. You threw your slipper at him, which made him spill some of his own coffee on his shirt. And then you yelled at each other until Peter came in, looking he might burst into tears, asking you to just stop it.

You walked out of there pissed, not only because he was idiot enough to use your cup, but because you didn’t have the chance to make coffee for yourself, resulting in an especially bad day for you.

You arched your brow at Tony who just frowned at you and bid you sit down next to Bucky. You huffed out a breath and sat down like you were supposed to.

Tony felt like a father of two naughty kids, one pulling the other’s pigtails, while the other’s kicking the first one in the groin. The whole team was getting tired of the two of you, always at each other’s throats, so he decided to put an end to it.

Before that, he always divided you in missions, so that everyone can have some rest. But not anymore.

“Something’s come up, and I need you to go and figure it out,” he said, trying to sound like a director or a father so that at least one of you respected him.

“Is it so difficult that I can’t go alone?” Bucky asked, obviously annoyed as much as you were. At least there was some area that you could agree on.

“It should be fairly easy, just a material retraction, but if I sent just one of you, there would be no back-up, and I’m not risking that. So, I need both of you to go there, get the damn plant, and head back home.”

“A plant? What are we, Tony? Some fucking botanists? The hell do you need a plant for?” You chirped in, still not sold on the idea of spending alone time with Bucky.

“We’re not really sure why, but it makes people do weird stuff, let’s leave it at that. It’s near San Francisco, we think, so if you’re fast and careful enough, you should be back tomorrow night. Start time is at 7 AM sharp, and I expect both of you to be there, and before you ask any more questions: yes, it has to be the two of you, no, there is nothing that can be done, and no, you don’t have a permission to leave one of you there. I think that should be all, and I believe you should go and rest before the mission.”

From the look on Tony’s face, you knew that it was futile to try and fight with him, so you groaned silently, and you stood up, bumping into Bucky’s leg purposefully. He kicked you and glared at you, but before you could start a proper fight, Tony hollered Out, and you both ran out of there.

“If you’re not at the hangar at 7, I’m flying away without you, asshole!” You muttered and didn’t wait up for his retort, walking back to your room to have a nice warm evening before the hellish days you knew would come.

—-

To your utter annoyance, Bucky was at the hangar even sooner than you, that stupid smirk plastered on his face.

“I almost thought I would have to leave you behind, doll. Shame, I thought I could have a good day ahead of me.”

You didn’t have the energy to fight him just yet, so you just gave him the middle finger and boarder the quinjet. When you were sure that Bucky was on board as well, you started the plane and put it into motion. Bucky sat down next to you, drumming his fingers against the other steering wheel. You clenched your jaw, hating the sound, and when you turned your head to snap at Bucky, he was already watching you.

“Trying to make me kill you before we even get there, Barnes?”

He chuckled but didn’t stop his fingers. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart. I’m just trying to busy myself before we get there.”

You shuddered from all the anger coursing your veins and looked straight ahead. You should’ve brought the book with you, you chastised yourself and tried to ignore the idiot sitting next to you.

It wasn’t that he would be a bad-looking person. Quite the opposite, actually. When he first came to join the team, you had a small crush at him. But as the first thing he did was mansplaining how you should throw your knives, you immediately put him into the box with other chauvinist men, and you never looked at him the same.

By now, Bucky was chewing gum so loudly you were actually afraid it could fall out of his mouth, with how wide he was opening it. You wanted to slap it out of him, but then the dashboard told you that you were nearing the spot in which you had to land, and so you lost all interest in Bucky’s annoying sounds.

You knew your target house. It looked like any other house from outside, but, apparently, it was some kind of lab with just one plant in it. You were supposed to barge in, take the plant, put it in an air-proof container and bring it back for Tony and Bruce to check it.

You still had no idea what the plant did, and you weren’t really keen on finding out. You just wanted to do your mission precisely, and get back home, far, far away from Bucky and his stupidities.

He obviously felt the same, because the second you landed the plane, he marched out of there, not waiting for you.

“Bucky! Hey! Wait up!” You yelled at him, but he was acting as if he didn’t hear anything, he just continued his walk towards the house.

You were supposed to wear gas-masks, but neither of you realised from all the pent-up energy in the plane. You just followed Bucky, the container to put the plant in secure in your hands.

He kicked in the door just as you reached him. You could see his jaw set, and his eyes squinted a little. This was his game face, you knew that much, and you would be lying if you said it wasn’t one hella sexy face! But you shook that thought away. He was an enemy of yours, and of all women!

Neither of you held your breaths (not that it would be for anything when you had the search the whole house and find where exactly the plant was), and so without you two knowing, the pollen was already getting in your system.

The house was abandoned, and relatively small so it the two of you only about 2 minutes to search it all and find the damn plant. It looked like rose’s and tulip’s child- well, very mutant child, but still. You quickly stepped in front of it, and put the thing into the container, running out of the building with Bucky behind you.

You felt a little host of breath when you reached the plane, but you blamed it on the fatigue from the last mission still. Bucky seemed to have been a little heavier as well.

You craned your neck and shuddered as the first heatwave sent shocks down your body. Bucky put the plane into the air and put on the autopilot, feeling a little uneasy himself. You looked over at him and saw that his cheeks were reddish his brow sweating, and he had a problem to not tug at his clothes too much. Just like you.

And then you realised it.

“Bucky! We didn’t put the gas-masks on, so whatever the plant emits, we probably inhaled it. You feeling a little weird as well, right?” You asked, but your voice didn’t come out as loud as you thought it would.

Bucky’s eyes widened at the realisation, looking behind you, where the masks were sitting comfortably.

The heat was now unbearable, and even though the air conditioning was blasting, you felt like you were in the middle of Sahara. You thought that this was the worst of it, feeling hot, but then you could feel the itching in your panties. When you scratched yourself there, you had to stifle a moan.

The little friction it offered made your pussy clench around nothing, and you fell to your knees. You suddenly knew what was happening and you that there was no outrunning it.

Bucky spun around to see you on the ground, and when your eyes connected with his, you both knew what you needed. You looked at his pants, where his cock was pushing painfully against the fabric, and you stood up.

Bucky watched you warily, but he didn’t say a word. His mouth salivated as he looked at you, stripping your suit quickly, relieving your skin from the feeling of fabric against it.

Bucky connected the dots pretty much in the same moment as you did, so he knew what had to follow, and he also stripped himself bare.

By the time you reached him, you were both panting and very much naked.

“Just- oh, just for the record, I still very much hate you,” you breathed against his neck before you licked a strip from his jugular to his ear. Bucky obviously shuddered, gripping your hips tightly to provide you both with some sense of stability.

“Ditto, sweetheart. But after I’m done with you, all you’ll think of will be how much you love me and my cock.”

You would slap him if you didn’t need him that badly. He grasped the back of your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss, all teeth and tongue. You couldn’t help yourself, but you sucked on his tongue, making Bucky’s cock grow even harder.

He groped your breasts, pinching your painfully hard nipples in the process, travelling south, to reach the place where you needed him the most. His fingers touched your clit, and you moaned loudly into his mouth.

Bucky smirked, but his mind was too fogged by now to be able to form any witty remark, so he just continued to slick his fingers up, before he slid them into your hole. You clenched tightly around him, and Bucky could think of nothing else but your velvety walls squeezing him.

Another moan that followed came from Bucky, as you suddenly gripped his cocky tightly, and pumped him quickly in your hand. Your other hand reached his balls, massaging them between your fingers, giving them the so-needed attention.

When you had enough of the teasing, you pushed Bucky’s hand away from you, and brought his cock to your pussy, sliding it through your folds.

Bucky pushed you away, and without talking, you knew exactly what he wanted from you.

You got on all fours on the ground, sticking your ass high up and wiggling it slightly, so that Bucky would hurry.

And he really didn’t waste no time before he was urging your legs further apart, and gripping your hips, sliding into you in one long thrust.

He stilled once inside you, both of you revelling in the feeling. But the need was stronger, and Bucky needed to move and make you both cum. Hopefully, before you reached New York. That was the last thought before he started pounding into you like a caveman

The whole quinjet was filled with loud groans and moans, and with the sound of skin slapping skin, and you were dimly aware that the entire scene looked like something from porn. But you couldn’t bring yourself the care when Bucky’s thick cock was hitting all the right places in you.

“C’mon, make yourself cum on my cock, Y/N. I need you to squeeze the orgasm out of me, doll,” Bucky hissed from behind you, and you happily obliged.

You pushed your hand to your clit, playing with it with fervour, dead set on making you both cum.

“That’s it. Want me to come inside you? Want to feel my come ooze out of the tightest hole I’ve ever been in? Huh? Tell me what you want, Y/N,” Bucky whispered to your ear, making your meet his vigorous thrusts.

“Yes!” You moaned, his words urging you closer to your peak. “I want you to give me all you have, James. Please, cum inside me!” You knew you were yelling now, but you doubted the birds outside would mind.

“Fuck! Your wish is my command, doll,” Bucky hollered, and his thrusts grew in intensity. It only took a dozen more thrusts and few good flicks of your clit, and you were squirming underneath Bucky, chanting his name like a prayer.

The second he felt your walls milking him, he let himself go, and he came with a grunt, followed by a bite to your shoulder, grounding himself that way.

He could’ve sworn it was the best orgasm he’s ever had, and he wasn’t sure if it was just the plant or if it had anything to do with the best pussy in his life.

You were both panting like crazy, tired from the mind-blowing orgasms, when you heard the beeping sound coming from the dashboard, signalling you were nearing home. You weren’t sure if the pollen was out of your system, but you knew you couldn’t come to the compound with Bucky’s dick deep inside your pussy.

You both dressed quickly, not caring about the dishevelled looks you were sporting. You both looked properly fucked, and the thought made a smile tug on your lips.

When you landed, Bucky took the plant and walked towards Tony already waiting for the two of you. You could see he was eyeing you suspiciously, his eyes flickering between the two of you, and then to the plant.

“So, I assume you breathed some of it, huh?”

You and Bucky both shrugged your shoulders and turned to walk away, but you could hear the giggles leaving Tony’s mouth. It might not have been his plan, but he regretted nothing.

When you reached your room, you stopped in your tracks, making Bucky bump into you.

“I still hate you, Barnes, that back there, that changes nothing,” you said, but the playfulness in your eyes probably gave you away.

Bucky smirked and leaned in so that he was talking against your lips. If you were in the state of mind you were in that morning, you would probably kick him to his man-parts and shut the door to his face. But, for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it now.

“I’m sure you hate me with passion, doll.”

You swatted his chest, lightly enough you knew he probably didn’t even feel your hand there.

“How about we continued what we started in my room?” You asked, looking at him through your lashes. He smirked, and before you could protest, he swooped you in his arms and walked inside your room, ready for round two.

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The Seduction of Sirius Black - Part 2

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Sirius Black

Summary:

Hermione loves her boyfriend, but there’s just one little problem -- she’s hopelessly attracted to Sirius Black.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Ron bashing (sorry)

Author’s Note: Part 2 is up and now I must go and study for my exam Wednesday!

MASTERLIST

Part 1

Her head was pounding. Pounding so hard behind her eyes that she thought she might throw up. In fact…Hermione flung her covers off of her, bolted to the bathroom attached to her room, and lifted the lid just in time to expel the contents of her stomach into the white porcelain. She heaved and heaved until there was nothing left for her to throw up, and then she heaved again for good measure. Wracked with full body convulsions, Hermione let her forehead lean against the cool porcelain of the toilet’s edge and vowed to never drink whiskey again. Why? Why had she drunk so much? Oh, right. The events of the previous afternoon came into her mind and Hermione gave another dry heave into the toilet bowl in response.

Ron. Ron was cheating on her. For how long? Was that witch the only one? Who else knew? Did Harry know? Did everyone know? Oh Gods…this was a disaster. No wonder she’d gotten so sloshed. And she was well and truly sloshed. She didn’t even remember paying her tab or how she got home. She sort of remembered getting into the house; there’d been an issue with her key, and she’d tripped quite a lot coming in and then—

Oh no.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

Hermione sat up with a gasp, a jolt of pain shooting through her head that made her groan and lay back down against the cool porcelain. It all came rushing back, her stupid drunk giggles, her blatant stares as she ogled Sirius in the hallway, her kissing him, him kissing her, his mouth on her—oh god, her hand on his—and then he’d stopped her and she’d…she’d stomped off like a petulant child! Hermione wanted to die. If she hadn’t thought the hangover was a bad enough pain to cause suicidal thoughts, then the memories of what she’d done the night before certainly were. What did she do now?

Her brain churned, slowly and painfully, certainly not operating at its usual capability. Damn whiskey. What did people normally do when they made horrible drunken mistakes? Hermione thought back to the one or two times her friends had made absolute arses of themselves while out drinking. They usually spent the next day apologizing over and over again, that is if they even—

That was it! She’d simply pretend like she didn’t remember any of it. That would put the pieces into Sirius’s hands. If he was offended enough by her actions, he’d tell her what happened (a mortifying thought), but if he was just as embarrassed by it as her, then he’d lie and say nothing happened at all. It was like a get out of jail free card, so to speak.

Rising gingerly to her feet, Hermione was barely vertical when a hard knock at her bedroom door sent her reeling back. She gasped, sending shooting pain through her skull once again, and tripped backwards, barely catching herself on the shower curtain. Thankfully, they didn’t rip from the rod, otherwise she’d have a hangover and likely a very nasty bump on her head to deal with. She had just resorted herself firmly on her feet when another, louder knock came at her door, and Hermione jumped again, cursing very loudly.

“Bloody hell!” Her pulse thumped violently in her chest and in her ears as she brought a hand up to her heart, surprisingly out of breath for very little physical exertion. She froze, staring blankly at the dark grain of her door. “Who is it?” she called out, wincing as her headache persisted. Who is it? Who did she think it was? She only lived with one person.

“It’s me, open up!”

Hermione sighed with relief at the sound of the distinctly feminine and more importantly not Sirius voice from the other side.

“It’s unlocked, come on it,” Hermione called back, allowing herself to slump against the sink as she reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste. There was a taste in her mouth she needed to be rid of, and Hermione had the sinking feel that it wasn’t just from to the amount of vomiting she’d been doing that morning.

The door swung open, slamming hard against the wall with a great thud. Hermione winced at the sound, wetting her toothbrush and globbing an exorbitant amount of toothpaste onto it.

“Sorry,” said Ginny, looking sheepish at her loud entrance as she padded into the room, arms full. Hermione spotted the contents of her arms and if it weren’t for her hungover state, she could have sung.

“Please tell me one of those coffees is for me,” said Hermione, desperately, mouth full of frothy toothpaste. She spat into the sink and washed away the frothy spit with water from the tap before returning to brutally brushing her teeth and gums.

“It is—” Ginny grinned devilishly as she set the large paper cup down next to Hermione and held up a large brown bag “—and so is one of these pasties.”

Hermione gasped, spitting into the sink, and rinsing it again before rinsing her toothbrush as well. She set the brush down on the counter and snatched the bag from Ginny’s hands. Digging deep into the grease-stained paper bag she pulled a wrapped Cornish pasty. “Is it—”

“Potato and onion, just like you like,” answered Ginny, already knowing her question before it left Hermione’s mouth.

“I mean this with all honesty and from the bottom of my heart, Gin – you are my favorite person in the world,” she handed the bag back to Ginny before taking her pasty and her coffee out of the bathroom and to her bed. She sat down heavily on the messy blankets and propped herself against the headboard before taking a deep sip of coffee. Good. So good.

“And I mean this with all honesty and from the bottom of my heart – you look like shit,” said Ginny, sitting down at the end of the bed and pulling out her own pasty.

Hermione groaned, leaning her head against the headboard, and running a hand down her face, “Ugh, I know. ��It was an…interesting day yesterday.”

“Yes, I heard. Sirius said—”

“What did he say?” Hermione asked, voice sounding a bit too guilty in her opinion.

Ginny gave her a curious look before continuing, “Just that you got home late last night, pissed off your arse. He said you came stumbling in giggling up a storm. What were you drinking?”

Hermione relaxed a bit knowing that Sirius hadn’t mentioned what happened after she came stumbling in. “Whiskey—” Hermione gagged just at the thought “—and too much of it.”

“Yes, well, when you find out your boyfriends been slagging around on you, I guess a large amount of alcohol is warranted,” said Ginny pointedly, finally getting straight to the point.

Hermione sighed, her body deflating as she tore open her Cornish pasty and took a large bite. “So you know then,” said Hermione through a mouth full of potato and onion.

Ginny nodded, now giving her a pitying look. Hermione hated that look. It was the same look she got all through sixth year when Ron was dating Lavender, snogging her all around the corner every chance he got. Apparently, some things never changed.

“And…how long have you known?” Hermione hated herself for asking but she had to – for her own sanity’s sake.

“Oh! —” Ginny’s eyes grew wide “—I just found out last night. I swear. He came round to ours right after he saw you. Scared the bogeys out of Harry and me. We thought he was still on assignment. We were just sitting down to some takeout and he burst through the fireplace, tracking soot across the rug, talking about how he’d messed up. Harry nearly hexed him before we realized it was him.”

Hermione sat back, taking another bite from her pasty. She chewed slowly, a little more relaxed that she now knew the secret of Ron’s infidelity was not just a secret to her. She swallowed her bite and then asked, “So, what did he say happened?”

Ginny frowned; her eyebrows furrowed deeply. “Well…it was all sort of a jumble at first but once we got him to sit and calm down, he basically confessed to it all. He said he’d been seeing someone else…behind your back. Behind everyone’s back. He told us how he’d been getting back from assignments earlier than he said he was to spend time with her. Apparently, she works at Flourish and Blotts.”

Hermione balked. She knew she’d seen the witch somewhere before. Of course! She was the new register girl at Flourish and Blotts. Hermione had seen her before when her and Ron went in to…oh Gods, she was going to be sick again. Ginny must have seen the look on Hermione’s face because she thrust the paper bag in Hermione’s direction and scoot a bit further back on the bed. Hermione took it, giving Ginny a grateful look, but setting it aside. No, she was not going to be sick again. Instead, she took another large sip of coffee, hoping the caffeine would soon bring relief to her aching head.

“I know. I know,” said Ginny commiseratingly. “Obviously, Harry and I were furious. I had to hold Harry back from physically attacking him and the only reason Ron’s arse wasn’t hexed off his body was because my wand was upstairs. I’m…I’m so sorry, Hermione.”

“Did he…” Hermione hesitated, unsure of whether she wanted to ask her next question, but knowing she’d drive herself crazy if she didn’t. “Did he say how long it’s being going on? Are they serious?”

Ginny pursed her lips, giving Hermione another one of those pitying looks. “I don’t think you want to know…”

“Just tell me Gin. I’m going to find out either way.”

Ginny swallowed thickly before answering, “Six months.”

“Six months?!” Hermione nearly shrieked, bringing a hand up to her head when it gave a surging pulse of pain. Merlin, she needed a pain potion in the worst way. Well, that answered her second question. If they’d been seeing each other six months, then it was definitely serious. Still, six months…that was a third of her and Ron’s relationship. Thinking back she realized that six months ago was around the time Ron stopped showing her affection and started spending more and more time away on assignments.

“I’m so sorry, Hermione,” Ginny apologized again. Hermione didn’t really know what she was sorry for though. Ginny wasn’t the one who’d been shagging someone else behind her back for half a year, thought Hermione bitterly. “I just want you to know that everyone’s on your side. Harry practically threw Ron out of our flat last night and told him to not come back until he’d figured out a way to fix things and I owled mum and dad the minute he left. I told mum to let him have her worst. The bastard deserves it.”

Hermione sighed, setting her pasty and coffee down on the nightstand, suddenly no longer hungry. So everyone knew now then. Great. A small part of her had hoped she could go a bit of time in denial. She hoped she could keep it a secret for just a bit before it became a big…thing.

“I guess I should have seen it coming,” Hermione finally said. “He’s been gone so much lately, and I’ve tried to be understanding, but he’s also been pulling away. I thought it might have been something I did…something we could fix, but.” Hermione shrugged, as if to say, ‘What can you do’.

Ginny frowned even deeper before asking, “Do you still want to? Fix it, I mean.”

Hermione frowned as well, thinking hard on her answer before shaking her head and saying, “No. No, I don’t.”

Ginny seemed a bit sad at her answer – perhaps disappointed that they would no longer one day be sisters but gave her a reassuring look all the same. “I completely understand. In my opinion he doesn’t deserve a second chance. I mean, what he’s done is so vile and unforgivable! I can’t believe—”

“Ginny—” Hermione cut of Ginny’s newly rising anger, suddenly feeling very tired “—thank you. Really, I appreciate you coming over here to comfort me. I just, I think I need a bit of alone time now. The last twenty-four hours have been exhausting and I think I just need a bit of a lie down.”

“Oh—” Ginny stood, collecting the trash from their breakfast “—of course. I’ll get out of your hair. Take as much time today as you need. You deserve it. Harry already called you in sick for the rest of the week and I’ll stop by tomorrow to see if you’re up for lunch.”

Merlin’s balls – work. She’d completely forgotten about work! It was only Wednesday. Burying herself into the confines of her duvet, Hermione thanked the stars for Harry Potter. Ginny gave her a soft kiss on the forehead before slipping out of the room. Hermione’s eyes had just closed, the pounding in her head all too apparent now that it was quiet when another knock came from the door.

“Come on in,” Hermione mumbled, voice groggy now that her muscles were relaxed, and her stomach was full of pasty. Ginny must have forgotten something.

“Sorry, Ginny said you were just about to have a lie down, but I thought you might need this first.”

Hermione froze at the sound of Sirius’s voice. Steeling herself, she rolled over and looked up at the older wizard with bated breath. He looked…fine. Calm even. How did he look so calm? He made his way across the room to the side of her bed and held out a small vial of pain potion to her. Hermione sat up a little, taking the vial from him. She uncorked it and tipped it past her lips, letting the bitter liquid slide down her past her tongue and down her throat. Pulling a face at the taste, she grabbed her coffee from the nightstand and chased it, before settling back in her bed.

“Thank you,” she said, purposefully avoiding looking at Sirius directly.

“Sure thing, kitten. How are you feeling?”

“Better, but still not my best,” Hermione answered, wishing more than anything Sirius would just leave. She wasn’t prepared for this. She needed at least four more hours of sleep and maybe another shot of whiskey before she was ready for this conversation. “Did…Ginny tell you what happened?”

Sirius nodded, and then much to her despair, he sat down on the edge of her bed. Hermione scooted her legs over, putting as much space between her body and his as she could without being too obvious.

“It certainly explains last night,” said Sirius, letting out a low and breathy laugh.

Hermione felt her face go hot, and she was sure she was as red as a tomato. However, if there was ever a time to put her plan from that morning into action, it was then.

“I’m so sorry you had to see me like that,” she began, looking down at her lap as she fingered the fabric of the duvet. “I’m ashamed to say I was so drunk I don’t even remember getting home. I hope I didn’t do anything too embarrassing like puke on your shoes, or something.”

There was a brief silence before Sirius cleared his throat and said, “No, no. Nothing like that.”

“Really?” Hermione asked, looking up in surprise. Sirius looked back at her, his grey eyes open and friendly. He gave her a small smile.

“Really,” he responded. “Although if you had puked on my shoes, I wouldn’t really blame you. No need to feel embarrassed for getting a bit too drunk. Can’t say I’d do much better if I’d been in your position.”

Hermione gave a weak laugh in response.

“Now,” continued Sirius. “You get some rest.” He stood and walked towards the door. He was halfway out of the door, handle in his grasp when Hermione called out to him.

“Sirius.”

The wizard turned, giving her a surprised look mixed with, was it worry? Concern? Hermione couldn’t tell. Her tongue faltered, stuck behind her teeth as she realized she had no idea why she’d called out his name. Swallowing thickly she gave him a smile that she hoped looked natural and said, “Thank you, again.”

“Of course, kitten.”

***

“How are you feeling?” Ginny asked, that same pitying look on her face.

Her and Harry sat across the table from Hermione at a small café in Diagon Alley. Just like Ginny had promised, she arrived exactly at noon the following day to see if Hermione was up for lunch. Hermione, who’d been hiding in her room, avoiding a certain older, dark-haired wizard found that she couldn’t say no. She was going stir-crazy and as even a quick trip to the kitchen seemed like too much of a risk, she was starving as well. So, there she was, sat across from the picture of marital bliss, wondering how long it really took to make a sandwich and chips.

Harry, thankfully, wasn’t giving her the same sad look Ginny was. In fact, if she had to put a word to how he looked she’d call it ‘uncomfortable’. He was having a hard time meeting Hermione’s eyes and he kept moving his hands from under the table to on top of it, his thumbs twiddling together.

Hermione sighed at Ginny’s question, bringing a hand up to her temple and rubbing the tired, tender flesh. While her hangover was well and past, she still felt exhausted – strung out really, despite the amount of extra sleep she’d gotten. She blamed Sirius Black for that. Despite every fiber of her being telling her that Ron’s infidelity should have been the main focus of her mind, instead she’d been unable to think of anything but the fact that Sirius Black had let their little tryst be swept under the rug surprisingly easily.

“I’m alright,” Hermione answered, giving Ginny a tired smile.

She should be alright – with the fact that Sirius played along with her little alcohol-induced memory loss game. It’s what she wanted, wasn’t it? The whole reason she’d decided to lie to him was so that he would have an out. So that the two of them could pretend like it never happened. So that they’d never have to have the uncomfortable ‘We almost drunkenly shagged in the hallway’ conversation. Well, she had been drunk. What was his excuse?

“Are you sure?” Ginny asked again.

Hermione looked around the café, hoping to see their waitress coming just around the corner with her food. No such luck.

“Heard anything from Ron?” Hermione asked, surprised that of all things, she’d rather distract herself with the topic of Ron cheating on her than think about Sirius Black.

Ginny shook her head. “We haven’t heard anything, and mum says he hasn’t showed up to the Burrow, which means—”

“He’s been staying somewhere else…like his girlfriend’s place,” Hermione finished for her, her mouth going sour.

A tense silence filled the space around them at the table. It made sense that he would rather stay there than go home and face his mother’s wrath. Did the other witch know about Hermione? She wondered what Ron had told her – if he had told her anything. When she had realized who Hermione was, she seemed to remain friendly enough and she didn’t seem worried. It was common knowledge that her and Ron had been dating. It had been front page news in the Daily Prophet. So what then? Had Ron told this witch too? Had he told her that they were broken up? Perhaps someone should tell her…

“I feel like I should do something,” said Harry, breaking the silence. “I—do you—would it make you feel better if I beat the shit out of him?”

Hermione laughed. Actually laughed, fully and whole-heartedly. “No, Harry. That’s not necessary but thank you. I appreciate the gesture.”

Harry smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Alright then. Just thought I’d ask.”

They fell into a silence again and Hermione found herself looking out the café window for something to do. Her thoughts drifted back to Sirius. After lunch she’d have to go home. Usually she’d kill a few hours by going into Flourish and Blotts, but it felt a bit off-limits at the moment. Not needing any new robes or potions ingredients and having no reason stop by Gringotts, her only option was to go back to Grimmauld Place. She’d have to face Sirius sooner than later, she thought despondently. Still, maybe she could go into Muggle London if she found herself lacking in courage by the time lunch was over.

“Harry, did you have to use the restroom?” asked Ginny, bringing Hermione out of her thoughts. She looked up at the two of them across from her and saw Ginny looking at her husband with wide eyes.

“No?” Harry responded, looking back at his wife in confusion.

“No, no. I’m pretty sure you said when we got here that you needed to use the loo.”

“I think I’d remember if I said—”

“Harry. Bathroom,” said Ginny through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing.

Harry eyes grew wide in both fright and understanding before he made a fidgeting motion, turning slight in his seat. “Right, um, yeah. I forgot. I’ll just—”

Harry stood, walking briskly through the café towards the back hallway where the bathrooms were.

Hermione watched him go, brow furrowed in confusion. Well that was odd. Looking back at Ginny, she found the redheaded Weasley girl staring fixedly at her.

“Everything alright, Gin?” she asked nervously.

“What aren’t you telling me?” asked Ginny, her tone blunt and accusatory.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” Hermione’s palms began to sweat. She couldn’t possibly…unless Sirius mentioned something. Did he?

“Hermione. I’ve known you for nearly eight years now. I know when there’s something you’re not telling me.”

Hermione chewed her lip, meeting Ginny’s sure gaze. A raging war battled within Hermione’s head as she sat in the café, the vinyl bench seat squeaking under her restless legs. Should she tell Ginny? If she didn’t, the girl would surely badger her until she did. And Hermione did really need a second opinion on her predicament – needed to tell someone or she might just go insane.

“Promise not to judge me too harshly?” Hermione asked, wringing her wrist in her hand.

“Hermione, of course I won’t judge you—” Ginny’s expression softened “—What is it? You can tell me.”

“You know how I went out drinking Tuesday night after finding out about Ron?”

“Yes…” Ginny drew out the word, her voice lilting up into a question almost.

“And you know how I came stumbling home drunk off my arse?”

“Yeah,” Ginny snorted. “I would have paid big money to see it.”

“Well, when I got home I…I…well you see I—”

“Hermione, just spit it out.”

“I snogged Sirius!” Hermione blurted the words, covering her mouth with both palms as if she could scoop the words out of the air and push them back down her throat. She glanced around her hurriedly, realizing only then that she’d practically yelled out for all to hear that she’d made out with Sirius Black, godfather to famous Harry Potter.

Ginny stared at her, wide-eyed and mouth hung open very much not unlike Ron from two nights previous.

“It—well I was drunk, and I got home, and Sirius was there, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt, you see. And I just…he looked so fit, you know? And I thought, well if Ron can go off and shag someone while we’re dating then surely, I can snog someone else now that we’re no longer dating. So I did.”

Ginny continued to stare at her in shock. Hermione swallowed thickly.

“Ginny, please say something. I’m almost positive I will go barking mad if you don’t.”

“I…I’m not quite sure what to say. Sirius? As in Sirius Black?”

“Yes.”

“Our Sirius Black?”

“Yes.”

“The Sirius Black you live with?”

“Yes.”

“Sirius Black – the godfather of my husband, Sirius Black?”

“Oh for crying out loud, yes Ginny. Sirius Black. That Sirius Black. I snogged Sirius Black,” Hermione bit, now rubbing both of her temples.

“Merlin’s beard…” said Ginny in a tone of disbelief.

“I know,” responded Hermione.

“How was it?”

“Ginny!” Hermione looked across the table at her friend in disbelief. The redhead was grinning back at her mischievously.

“What?! Inquiring minds want to know, Hermione Granger. You can’t just tell me something that juicy and not expect me to have questions.”

“Well yes, but I rather thought the questions in question would be more like ‘What were you thinking?’, ‘Why did you do that?’, ‘What are you going to do?’. Not, ‘How hot was it?’” laughed Hermione in bewilderment.

“So, it was hot then,” said Ginny, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh Merlin…” Hermione sighed, resting her head in her hands.

“Okay but in all seriousness, I do need all the details. So start from the beginning and don’t leave anything out.” Ginny leaned forward in her seat, crossing her arms on the tabletop, and looking at Hermione expectantly.

Hermione sighed, but figured she owed it to Ginny to tell her the whole thing. Except, while Ginny was probably expecting the beginning to be her stumbling through the front door Tuesday night, nearly falling ass over tits, in reality, Hermione was going to need to start much further back than that. Hermione took a deep breath and then opened her mouth and told Ginny everything.

“Wow…”

“I know,” Hermione moaned, rubbing her palms down her face once again.

They were quiet before a moment before Ginny spoke, “So how are we going to get you two in the sack?”

“What?” Hermione asked in surprise. “You mean you’re not upset with me for more or less emotionally cheating on your brother?”

Ginny shrugged. “He actually cheated on you. I think it’s pretty fair.”

“Okay…” said Hermione slowly. “Isn’t it a bit wrong to be moving on so quickly? I mean last night I couldn’t really fault myself. I was drunk.”

“You’re not still hung up on my brother, are you?”

Hermione paused for a moment, already knowing her answer before it slipped past her lips. She had loved Ron, she still loved Ron in a way. But they’d been growing apart for quite some time. His infidelity was just the nail in the coffin for their relationship.

“Not really, no,” she admitted sheepishly.

“Good,” said Ginny simply, an acrid bite to it. “He doesn’t deserve you wallowing over him.”

They sat for a moment, letting the statement marinate in the space between them. But then Hermione spoke again, unable to now stop her racing mind and worries, “You don’t think he’s a bit too old for me?”

Ginny snorted. “You say old, I say experienced.”

Hermione’s cheeks grew hot at the implication of Ginny’s words. A flash of the night before came to mind and she knew she couldn’t say Ginny was wrong.

“Okay, well then what about Harry?”

“Merlin Hermione! Harry will be fine! He doesn’t even have to know if you don’t want him to. I’ll keep your secret and I’m sure Sirius would too if you asked. Are you trying to come up with excuses not to do this?” Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No! I just…last night he rejected me. It leaves a witch feeling a bit apprehensive,” said Hermione, looking down at her hands now clasped together on top of the table.

“Hey,” said Ginny softly, bringing Hermione’s attention up. “He turned you down because you were drunk, Hermione. It’s a pretty bloody gentlemanly thing to do. Plus, he only turned you down after he had a taste. It’s obvious he couldn’t help himself.”

“You think?” asked Hermione, catching Harry walking back across the café from the restroom.

Ginny, spotting her distracted look, turned her head and acknowledged her fast approaching husband. She leaned forward across the table and lowered her voice, “I’m positive. Sirius is clearly attracted to you. We just have to make him realize that you’re both available and willing.”

“How are we going to do that?” Hermione whispered back.

“Simple. Hermione Granger, you are going to seduce Sirius Black.”

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anotherhargrovebitch · 5 years ago

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why’re you talking to me? : b.h

you’re the quiet girl who goes unnoticed except by those who make fun of her. until billy notices you, and then things chance. whether for the better or worse, you’re about to find out. (thank you @tearsforhan for the idea bby) - 1.4k

Leaning into your locker, you fiddled with the lock as you clutch your books close to your chest. You’ve learnt better than to let them rest on the floor or hang loosely in your arms.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you shove the books into the locker, resting your head beside the door as you mentally block out everything. A few more hours, you think to yourself. And before you know it, you’ll be back home. It’s just a few hours, what’s the worst that could happen on a Thursday afternoon?

Remaining oblivious to the world and people surrounding you, Billy walks through the corridor with his friends trailing behind him. Everyone avoided colliding with Billy in the hallway. The last person who dared to cross his path ended up with a black eye and a missing tooth. In Billy’s terms, that was letting the guy get off lightly.

You glance your eyes out from your locker upon hearing some commotion. It was never a quiet day in Hawkins High. Ever since the Byers boy disappeared last summer, the town’s never fully recovered. You knew it was better to keep your head down and not ask questions, which is exactly what you intended on doing.

Billy has stopped close to your locker having crossed paths with Steve. Internally you groan, wishing it could’ve been closer to Cassidy’s locker instead. But with no such luck, you close the door of your locker louder than intended, catching Billy off guard as he glances over.

For a split second, Billy doesn’t react having only caught a glimpse of you. You weren’t a face he knew, nor one he would associate himself with. But as you walk away, he can’t help but feel a pull toward you.

“Just stay outta my way, dick.” Billy mutters to Steve coldly who scoffs before turning away, wrapping his arm back around Nancy as the pair disappear into the crowd of students lining the corridor.

Keeping your head down, you turn into the library unaware of the figure hot on your tail.

“Hey, Y/n,” The librarian smiles to you as you shyly wave back, forcing a brief smile before rushing further down the library and into a small cubby few know of.

As Billy enters, the librarian raises an eyebrow to him as he smirks. “Have you seen a girl come in here, yay high, kinda cute?” Billy asks her, watching as she huffs lightly before returning to her duties. “Okay then,” Billy mutters under his breath before walking further in, his eyes searching for you but finding no such joy.

Wandering through the library with a determined expression, everyone kept their heads down. He headed toward the spiral staircase, located above the cubby you curl up in and study.

Your ears perk up at the sound of those unmistakable boots as they approach your direction. “Shit.” You mutter under your breath, hoping he will just continue upstairs and leave you be.

Billy takes hold of the rail and walks upwards but pauses as he hears the sound of soft hums beneath him. He peers across, spotting you curled up in an armchair surrounded by old books. You’re in your own world, writing away as you hold another book open with your free hand.

Pausing on the steps, a smile crosses Billy’s face as he focuses on you. “In a world of your own, sweetheart?” He speaks up and watches as you jump, dropping your book as you look up at him with wide eyes.

Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, Billy recedes down the stairs and picks your book up as you remain seated. He hands you the book, his fingertips grazing over yours. “Thank you.” You mutter in response, returning your attention to your notes, but he remains in front of you. “whatever you wanna say, just say it.” You say half-heartedly, catching him off guard.

“What’d you mean?” Billy questions, seeing you give him a cold look.

“You’re not here to make fun of me like all your friends?” You question, slowly watching as Billy’s smile falters.

Stepping closer, Billy looks around to make sure no one is watching. “Why’d they make fun of you?” He asks seriously, any element of humour or charm has dropped to a level of concern you’re unsure of.

You shrug your shoulder. “Always have done since we got to High School. Surprised you didn’t just join in.” You tell him, a dry laugh escaping your lips as you hide the insecurity you feel about Billy being this close and not snapping at you like everyone else does.

Shaking his head, Billy kneels down in front of you, his hand resting on your knee. “Angel, you gotta tell me who and I’ll make sure they leave you the hell alone.” His eyes lock with yours as you weakly nod, listing off more than half of your grade as Billy takes each name in with more spite than the last. “Come on,” He rises to his feet, helping you gather your things.

“What’re you doing?” You nervously ask as you pick up your bag, Billy passing you your things as he takes a hold of your hand.

“Helping you.” He responds with a shadow of a smile playing on his lips. “Look, I don’t like bullies.” He leans closer as you look up as you raise an eyebrow.

“Really, huh?” You joke, a wave of unexpected confidence rising in your system as you begin to move away from your hiding spot, emerging from the dark with Billy by your side.

“Princess, I only pick on those who deserve it,” He defends himself, resting his hand on his chest as he takes a chewing gum, loudly chewing as you walk toward the exit, ignoring the glances you’re both receiving.

“So, Steve Harrington always deserves it?” You’re observant, along with half of the school.

Billy nods, causing you to chuckle. “He’s a dick, what’d you expect?” The question remains unanswered as you both exit the library as you feel daggers being pointed close to your chest in the form of his friends' fiery glares. “Keep walking,” He mutters to you, his hand moving to rest around your waist. “hold your head up high, doll.” He encourages as you near his friends.

You’re certain he can feel your heart beating uncontrollably as his friends’ eyes follow you in disgust. “Billy, what’re you doing with Y/n? She’s a freak!” Carol squeals, scoffing loudly.

“Fuck off, Carol.” Billy retorts, and they all go quiet.

No one talks back to Billy, and they know better than to question.

A smile rises on your lips as you and Billy turn into an empty classroom. You let out a shaky breath as you pace around the classroom, weaving between desks as Billy stands by the door, taking the sight in.

“Holy shit, you just shut Carol down.” You laugh wholeheartedly, running your fingers through your hair.

Billy shrugs his shoulder. “It’s nothing, she needs to be reminded that other people exist sometimes.” He passes it off as nothing, hiding the fact that your smile is beaming and it’s making his cold heart swell with warmth.

Without thinking, you move closer and wrap your arms around Billy’s waist. Your face is buried into his chest as you shut your eyes. For a moment you forget the stories, you let your mind forgive Billy for all the hearts he’s broken, the kids who nearly piss themselves when he glances in their direction.

Looking down at you, Billy hesitates until he relaxes and wraps his arms around you. He smiles as his chin rests on the top of your head. It felt comforting, something he hasn’t felt in years.

“Thank you, Billy.” You softly mutter, smiling into him as he allows himself a genuine smile, even if you can’t see it.

As you pull away, Billy moves his curls away from his face. “You better get your bag. We got class to get to.” He tells you as you turn away, grabbing your bag.

“Since when do you go to class?” You joke, and Billy rolls his eyes in response.

“I’ll go if it means they’ll leave you alone.” He mutters back before taking your hand in his. As you look down, he clears his throat. “Safety in numbers, angel. Didn’t you ever learn that?” He winks as he squeezes your hand lightly, refusing to let go.

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godblessthecactusess · 5 years ago

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hola - welcome to another reaction post

Agents of SHIELD - s7ep11: Brand New Day (WARNING – SPOILERS (obviously))

- So straight off the bat, reading the tagline, looks fun - “(in order to win against Sibyl/Nathaniel) they’ll have to get creative, and maybe even a little out of this world.” Intriguing. Looks like we could be in for some fun stuff this episode, but I’m really wondering how we’re going to turn this all around in just three episodes (counting the finale as two), so I’m guessing there’s gonna be a big thing to happen that’s gonna end it all. Like, someone’s gonna die, I’m just gonna say it, it’s gotta happen?

- Also, because I can’t restrain myself, I have been on Tumblr and Twitter today, and I haven’t actively stopped to read what I’ve seen, but because I am rubbish at avoiding it, I have figured out that we’ve got some flashbacks this episode, which appear to have Fitz in them??? I bloody hope so gosh.

- Right, I’m gonna start it. Deep breaths.

- Recap, okay.

- RIP Jiaying.

- Deke is so oblivious but I still love him and wish that Daisy and Deke had been a thing.

- Daisy’s been crying nooo

- So they lost the Zephyr. (And what’s left of the Fitzsimmons fam)

- They went to space??

- Daisy’s gonna fight this bitch. (I know I’ve seen it already in clips but still).

- I’m discovering it’s really hard to type and pay attention.

- “I wanna be an agent of SHIELD” 1. I mean, that’s the show but 2. She says with the face of “but like actually don’t trust me look at my evil grin mwhahahaha”

- Space woowww

- How do all these randos know how to fly the Zephyr??

- Did Deke just make a Die Hard reference? (rhetorical, yes he did); I mean I haven’t seen the entirety of Die Hard, but I watched bits last Christmas and I’ve also watched enough B99.

- …Motherfucker. (again actually something I learned from B99, not Die Hard)

- Aw Mackelena babysitting

- Proof?

- Oh so the team’s finally learning what we learned about time in Endgame.

- “A Brand New Day” got it

- Bro I was gonna say that (about it’s basically Project Insight) but he said it better cos he’s Coulson and he’s cooler.

- “My sister” look at these two

- Ha lies I bet she’s fucking lying

- “Sibyl said” the new version of Simon Says

- Hold up did she just give her the keys?

- DON’T MAKE ME WATCH THIS AGAIN

- IT’S A FITZSIMMONS BEST BITS

- And I’m going to cry

- DON’T hit my BABY

- Elizabeth’s eyebrows are to die for

- WHAT DID THEY DO TO DEKE NO

- Where’s she going huh

- Look Sousa put suspenders on

- Are they his battle suspenders

- Cos that’s the cutest thing ever

- I love him

- “I ALREADY HAVE A SISTER TO SAVE HER NAME IS JEMMA SIMMONS” OMG

- Science Daisy

- So she’s really never flown a quinjet huh

- “It’s your last chance to stay behind” *assertively puts on seatbelt”

- That moment when you don’t know if it’s a cut to the next scene or Mack’s caught them

- No wait he’s got his shotgun axe. Bitch ready to go yes.

- Oh wait he’s telling her off.

- No he’s agreeing.

- Omg yes Mack

- Where does all that water go – I’m assuming there’s a drainage system?

- So they left Mum and Dad behind rip

- Is Kora just in the background reading a book.

- Protective Nana Jemma

- Nate you never cared about ‘your old man’.

- Sousa just leaves his seat

It’s a nice parallel to Goose in Captain Marvel

- They have an auto-grav setting? But like, the quinjet isn’t made for space.

- Daisy, ever the optimistic.

- Mmmmmmspace

- Oooof pulling the Bahrain card.

- If May hadn’t done it, she wouldn’t have had a cool backstory, so put that in your pipe and smoke it Kora

- Mmmmmcreepy messages through a virus in 1980s aesthetic. What a…. well… aesthetic.

- Sassy Coulson back at it again.

- I mean you are a fucking robot can’t you just plug yourself in or some shit; I’M NOT VERY SCIENCY OKAY

- Oh great another “last mission” convo

- Sounds like you will.

- Thanks I’m crying

- Oh wait he doesn’t remember the kiss I forgot that, shit.

- Can’t just break a fucking window Nate, you’re gonna have to pay for that. Like literally with your own money, please and thanks, I don’t think the team brought any money with them.

- Ooh love a good Coulson talk.

- Honestly where would the team be without May? Dead, I think.

- Burnt toast.

- Did she just say Grant Ward.

- Yes she did.

- Ward would have been worse without Garrett? Uh I think not, not if someone had just called Child Services, and gotten him some fucking therapy.

- “What are your intentions with Daisy?” Dad Mack coming through, “no funny business” and all that.

- “I don’t have any intentions.” WHAT A LIE DANIEL HAHAHAHAHA YOU CRADLED HER HEAD ON YOUR LAP WHEN SHE WAS INJURED, YOU CARRIED HER BRIDAL STYLE OUT OF THAT BARN, YOU WERE GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY TO LEAVE THIS WHOLE MESS, BUT LOOKED RIGHT AT A SLEEPING, RECOVERING DAISY AND SAID “IM RIGHT WHERE I NEED TO BE”, YOU SAT AND NAPPED IN A CHAIR BY HER BEDSIDE THE ENTIRE TIME, YOU DIDN’T SAY NO WHEN SHE KISSED YOU, SO EXCUSE ME MISTER “NO INTENTIONS” BUT I THINK YOU MIGHT BE WRONG

- “Well then you better get some” omg we stan mack even though his voice is so deep I often miss what he says

- “omg shes like so into you gurl” is basically what I just heard. (picture 2000s american teenage girl, phone pressed to ear, chewing gum really loudly etc.)

- “sir” HES SO POLITE

- I’m loving this chat and its so true, every single one of them would massacre Sousa if he hurt Daisy.

- “just like a damn comic book” ahaha haha…. ha. yep.

- But I do love a good comic book joke in the show.

- Wasn’t it in like s4, and Coulson said something about Daisy being Director and she was like “ha yeah maybe in the comic book version”? idk man im rewatching SHIELD because I have the worst memory but that was funny too

- These two’s eyebrows in this scene god.

- Honestly if you get the chance to rewatch this scene just watch Mack and Sousa’s eyebrows as they turn to look at each other it’s adorable.

- Alright Sousa no need to be so mean I think it’s a great name.

- These two giggling together omg the one things I didn’t know I needed.

- 19th century definitely was.

- FINALLY SOME NEW FITZ AT LAST

- “can you give us a moment” “yes” “…..oh”

- What are you suggesting fitz my darling

- …sooooooooooo….

- Some time to have a kid maybe.. idk… grow old together…

- What bloodwork? Did I miss a thing?

- Snuggling Fitzsimmons ahhhhh

- I didn’t think Kora would be so sad omg. Now I feel bad for her shit it wasn’t meant to be this way, I-

- Fitz looks so different omg

- Omg Fitz grabbing onto her and hugging im soft omg what a beautiful trope

- WHO’S FITZ WTF OMG NO FUCK SHIT CRAP AHHHHHHHH

- A kickass fight scene nice

- Uh oh

- Nice one May

- “Sunshine” what an asshole

- They’re gonna decimate everything wtf

- Wasn’t there all those ships in the trailer

- “quake”

- Look at these cuties

- Thanos could turn you to dust too.

- SORRY too soon

- Uhhhhhhhhhh what the fuck is happening

- They’re just wiping out shield

- Rip the Triskelion

- DON’T YOU TOUCH HER LIKE THAT oh look now I’m being protective wtf is happening to me

- Urgh absolutely disgusting

- Well shit

Uhhhhhhh so this is problematic. I mean, by all accounts, they could just leave this timeline and go back to the OG one. I mean, there’s a canon timeline where Steve learns early that Bucky is alive, Loki has the Tesseract and Steve just told a elevator full of Hydra agents “Hail Hydra” (so a highly chaotic timeline, that the avengers just left) so they could just leave but like, that’s unethical, i guess???? Oh well.

Let’s go have a look at the new trailer for the FINALE!! ARGH omg its all ending and I’m sad

WELL im going to cry aren’t I? ffs

Daisy’s accepting that this is their last mission.

“This is what we were fighting for.” Which issss….?

It really is the end, huh.

The finale will make me cry. There’s not many SHIELD episodes that have made me do that. I think the one that made me cry the most was the spy’s goodbye. And I seem to remember crying when Fitzsimmons were at the bottom of the ocean, and then laughing through my sobs bc the shot of Fury coming down from the helicopter, arm outstretched like Jesus was the most hilarious thing I had ever seen; but other than that? Not many.

I’m excited and terrified at the same time. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF. HELP.

#agents of shield #aos #Phil Coulson #melinda may #Daisy Johnson #Mack #yo yo rodriguez #jemma simmons #leo fitz #fitzsimmons #marvel #MCU #tv #finale #The Final Mission #help

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jaerontaemo · 5 years ago

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Livsnjutare

Jaeyong one-shot

[n.] livsn•ýu•ta•ŕē - a person who loves life deeply and lives it to the extreme.

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Summary: Jaehyun goes on a vacation with his parents for three days to a quiet island. There, he meets a free spirited boy who catches his attention. They have an exhilarating adventure, leaving Jaehyun with unforgettable memories.

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Jaehyun sat in his family's van staring out of the window aimlessly. He saw the expansive waters around them and the silhouette of a distant Island in the horizon. Currently they were on a ferry headed to an Island in Incheon. If he was being honest, he wasn't looking forward to this family trip in the slightest.

He and his family have been going on family trips once a year ever since he could remember. When he was a kid they were exciting, but now that he's practically a senior in high school he found them to be lame, especially the things his parents chose for them to do.

Truly he wished they would have left him behind, so that he could hang out with his friends or stay home and play PUBG, at least. Instead, they just had to buy his ticket giving him no choice at all, and so here he was, sitting in their vehicle as they were being transported to some boring island he's never even heard of in his life.

Jaehyun watched as the ferry sailed across the sea, the faint sound of the waves crashing against the ship and people outside bustling along the railings of the ship, was heard through his partially cracked window, "Mom, tell me again why we had to come to this place? What was it? Deokdu?"

"It's Deokjeokdo, Jae. Also, the article I read online said that it's a hidden gem. We're going for a rejuvenating vacation." His mom said as she turned her head from her magazine to look at her son.

"Are you sure it isn't abandoned?" he said under his breath and glanced over to his younger sister who had been chewing her gum loudly for the past half an hour. The melody from her earphones was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Jaehyun groaned at the fact he was stuck here for the next hour until their ferry would reach the port. He looked at his phone to see no bars at the top. They were surely headed to the middle of nowhere. He then pulled the hoodie of his jacket over his head and shut his eyes hoping to pass out to kill time.

Once the ferry reached the port, his mom patted his leg to wake him and his dad turned the engine on and they were directed to drive off. When they got onto the main road, his dad drove them to their accommodation for the next three days with the help of his wife's directions.

After a while they pulled up alongside a guesthouse. His parents and sister got outside, whereas Jaehyun was shell-shocked, his face fell even further into a frown. He had not expected they'd be staying in a run-down place like this. This vacation was starting off to be the worst they've ever been on. "Come out and help, Jae" his dad called. Jaehyun sighed and finally exited the van to help unpack their luggage from the trunk.

They climbed the stairs, being met on the way by friendly strangers who roamed the cramped place freely. Jaehyun tugged the suitcase while his eyes inspected the place with scrutiny. He wasn't sure if his face gave away the feeling of disgust but he didn't care anyway.

Three days... i can survive three days.

After they settled in their small room, they all went back downstairs to find a food establishment they could dine at. Luckily they found a restaurant in walking distance of the guesthouse.

The bell jingled as they walked inside signaling that new customers have arrived. The place was relatively cozy with wooden stools at the bar and some wooden chairs and tables with a few booths. The family settled into a booth by the window. Jaehyun and his sister sat next to each other with him being on the inside nearest to the window. His parents sat opposite to them.

Jaehyuns mom picked up the menu which was already laid out on the table and began browsing through it. His dad and sister also followed suit.

"Ah, the grilled fish sounds good. What do you think, hun?" His mom leaned to her husband and asked. "Sounds good, I'll have one of that." His dad replied with a nod.

Jaehyun took a brief glance at the menu. He couldn't muster the appetite for anything in particular. His only hope was that this vacation would go by quickly.

Taeyong wiped the counter at the bar where he worked, when the bell jingled. He turned his head to see a family of four walking into the restaurant. His eyes fell on the tall boy who slid into the booth across the room, the boy was handsome despite the bored expression on his face.

He had been living at Deokjeokdo ever since he graduated from high school. He found the place a much needed escape from the busy city life and chose to work at the restaurant to make money to pay the rent. He enjoyed it because the whole vibe of the island was so calming and carefree and he was able to live the way he wanted away from the controls of his family.

"Taeyong, can you go and serve those customers?" he heard his coworker say. He saw they pointed at the same booth he had been eyeing. "Sure" He grinned and placed the wetcloth in the bucket on the floor. He then took out the small notepad from the fanny pack he was wearing before he walked towards the booth.

Jaehyun placed his head on the table into his folded arms only to be nudged on the head by his mom. "Jae, get up. Remember your table manners. We're in public."

He immediately sat up, "Mom, can we just go back home? This place is lame." He said. When she didn't respond, he then slouched into the seat, folding his arms, shutting his eyes. "Can I take your orders?" Taeyong asked as he got to the table, his gaze fixed momentarily on the brown haired boy reclining into the cushioned bench before looking at the other persons.

"Yes, two grilled fish with rice, one grilled chicken with fries-" Jaehyuns mom said before she glanced over at him. "Jae, dear, what will you have?" she asked. He leaned forward and opened his eyes to skim the menu one last time, "the fish burger with fries and a lemonade" he stated as he shut his eyes and resumed his relaxed position.

His mom took the menu from in front of him and passed it to Taeyong. Taeyong was certain the boy was even more handsome with his deep voice. However, he seemed sort of cold. He went to place their orders and as his shift was over, he took his fanny pack and apron off. As he was going through the door, he took a lasting glance at the younger male and then went out to ride his bicycle home.

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On the first day, Jaehyun refused to get up bright and early to hike a damn mountain and so his family left him behind in the room. He had been lying on the bed as he played mobile games, occasionally getting up to use the restroom. As the time was nearly lunch time he was beginning to feel hungry. He had thought that his family would've been back by lunch time, he couldn't wait any longer and got dressed and went out in search of some food.

Remembering the restaurant they stopped at yesterday he decided to go there. It was also the only place he was familiar with. He had no intentions of going further than necessary. He walked inside and looked around the bright place to see many wooden fixtures with a poorly decorated nautical theme.

He saw the same booth they had sat at yesterday free and decided to sit there. He got into the same seat and immediately picked up the menu. As he was browsing the menu he could sense someone at the booth but he didn't pay them any attention. "What will you have today, oh, it's you again" the voice said.

Jaehyun looked up to the owner of the voice to see a beautiful male with platinum blonde hair standing before him. The said male wore a black t-shirt with denim jeans, an apron and a belt bag around his waist. "You're alone this time?" the male spoke again. Jaehyun finally came to his senses, "what do you mean?" he questioned in confusion.

"Your family, they aren't with you today." The blonde said with a smile. What a smile he gave, it sent butterflies into Jaehyuns stomach. He had never seen anyone so cute yet beautiful at the same time. The boy then tilted his head to the side and chuckled as he waited for Jaehyun to reply, "Oh right, they all went hiking without me" Jaehyun chuckled nervously back.

"So what will it be today?" The other boy asked and lifted his notepad to take the order. Jaehyun stared blankly. What was he ordering again? He quickly glanced back at the menu as he completely forgot what he chose. After he gave the beautiful male his order the latter went back to the counter to place his order.

How uncool. Jaehyun thought to himself.

He mentally smacked himself. He was being a weirdo and staring too long. He slouched into the seat and groaned. The scenario replayed in his mind over and over. After a while, the blonde returned to the table with his meals and a glass of lemonade, placing it down in front of Jaehyun causing him to abruplty sit upright. He then smiled and bowed awkwardly, which Taeyong smiled back and then went to clean the tables.

Jaehyun would watch the male worker as he moved from table to table. Occasionally the said male would stare in his direction which would cause him to look away. This continued until he finished his meal.

He was now biting the straw, his glass was empty and he glanced out of the window at the harbour nearby. He saw boats at the docks and people walking by on the street. "How was it?" The other male asked, drawing his attention to him. The other male began to pick up the empty plate and was reaching for the empty glass in Jaehyuns hand.

Jaehyun noticed and spat the straw out of his mouth and passed him the glass, "It was g-good." He then took out his wallet to retrieve some cash he had as pocket money for souvenirs and other miscellaneous items.

The boy was about to step away but paused his movements, "Listen, I couldn't help but overhear yesterday that you're visiting? If you want, I can give you a tour of the place once my shift is over." He said, looking at the younger boy.

Jaehyun thought briefly. He questioned whether it was safe to trust this person. He didn't seem dangerous, but usually those are the ones who are bad news, his years of drama watching had taught him that, at least. "Hm...yeah, why not?" he eventually decided. The boy beamed at the response, "Great! You can hang around here for a bit, if you'd like. I should be done in another hour. Is that okay?" Jaehyun nodded and smiled shyly. The blonde haired boy then continued walking away with the empty dinnerware.

While Jaehyun waited he played the game on his phone. He would occasionally glance over at the other male's direction from time to time. An hour seemed so far away, until it finally came. The fascinating boy walked to the table to fetch Jaehyun and then they walked outside of the restaurant. They walked to a nearby light post where a bicycle was secured to.

"By the way, my name's Taeyong. What's yours?" The blonde asked as he bent to unlock the anti-theft lock around his bicycle wheel. "Oh, I'm Jaehyun" the younger replied. He wanted to ask if they weren't taking a vehicle but decided to keep it to himself.

Taeyong stood up after he finished unlocking the bicycle "Nice to meet you Jaehyun, hop on" he said after mounting the seat but leaving space for the other.

Jaehyun hesitated momentarily, then got on. He wasn't sure where to place his hands and hovered over the blondes shoulders. "Rest your hands on my shoulder." Taeyong said as he grabbed his hands and placed them atop his shoulders. Jaehyun then became slightly tensed.

Pushing off with his right foot, the older began to pedal and they took off from the restaurant with no particular destination in mind.

The older showed the nearby stores and rode along the stretch of road. Occasionally he gave commentary to some of the sights around the island that they could reach.

After a while, they came across a beach which Taeyong stopped at to take a rest. Jaehyun went to sit on the sandy floor, watching the waves rush along the shore and the other male who walked barefooted to the water, letting it wash over his feet.

Taeyong then went to sit beside him. He glanced at Jaehyun who had been throwing pebbles into the waves. "So, how old are you?" He ultimately asked.

As Jaehyun kept throwing the pebbles he responded softly, "I'm eighteen. I just entered my senior year of high school. What about you?" He finally lifted his gaze to the others direction. "I'm twenty-one." Taeyong displayed an energetic smile. He had a feeling Jaehyun was a few years younger and the confirmation made him somewhat happy.

The younger rubbed the back of his nape,"So...you live here or something?" He questioned curiously to which the older commented, "yes I do. I moved after I finished high school". Jaehyun was speechless, he wondered why someone would choose to live here voluntarily. "Why here?" He asked, the question coming out harsher than inteneded. Taeyong chuckled softly, choosing to disregard the youngers tone, "why not here?" And Jaehyun had no other comments.

They sat there, talking about themselves and things they liked until Jaehyun received a call from his dad asking where he was. He then assured that he was safe and not far away and would be back shortly. After he hung up, they both brushed the sand off of their bottoms and went to the bicycle, getting on it and riding back to the guesthouse.

When they arrived Jaehyun thanked Taeyong for showing him around and dropping him back home. When he asked if they could do this again tomorrow, the older agreed instantaneously. He then went inside the guesthouse and up to his family's room, excited for tomorrow to come.

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"Jae, wake up, dear" his mom called out to him. She had been trying to wake him up for the last ten minutes. However, he wasn't much of a heavy sleeper, just stubborn. "Jaehyun come out of the room, for goodness sakes!" she yelled which immediately made him open his eyes and groan.

It was day two and his mom wasn't going easy on him today and so they all got dressed and set out for the local market. Jaehyun was fairly upset that he couldn't see Taeyong until later. He was excited to hang out again today and wondered where they would go. Instead, he currently stood in a smelly, wet, seafood and produce market.

His dad was bargaining with the vendor on some freshly caught abalone and other shellfish which would be much more expensive on the mainland.

Jaehyun glanced at his phone to see it was now lunch time. Taeyong would be getting off of his shift in the next hour. He wished that his parents would hurry and purchase whatever they were after so that he could catch the older in time.

He rushed over to his moms side, clinging to her, "mom, hurry please. I'm hungry and tired." he whined and his sister nodded at her in agreement. She looked over at her son to pat him on the back, "Just a second, Jae. I just have to pay" she said. He rejoiced, just his dad was left to convince. Jaehyun walked over to where his dad was and tapped his shoulder, "dad, mom said she's almost ready" he wasn't completely lying.

A few minutes later, they were in the van and heading back to the guesthouse to put the stuff in the freezer. Once they arrived and put down their belongings, they walked over to the restaurant, the place Jaehyun had been hungry for since he woke up.

When they walked inside, he immediately scanned the room to see Taeyong behind the bar counter serving drinks. The blonde glimpsed him when he entered and they both greeted each other with a smile. Jaehyun then went to the booth with his family and they all looked at the menu.

After they had all finished their meals, they were getting up to head back to the guesthouse. "What are you waiting for, Jae. Let's go" his dad said when he noticed his son hasn't gotten up.

"Oh, I'm just gonna hang around here and maybe take a look around at the stores nearby" Jaehyun nervously chewed his bottom lip, "Okay, don't be out late. The doors close at 10pm" his dad said and then they went back without him.

A moment later, and Taeyong came out without his apron. He was now off the clock and went over towards where Jaehyun was seated. "Ready to go, Jaehyun?" He smiled at the younger who smiled back broadly, revealing his dimples. "Yep!" If Taeyong could melt, he would right now at the sight of such a handsome person smiling so lovely.

They walked out of the restaurant and after Taeyong unlocked his bicycle they both got on. "Where to, this time?" Jaehyun asked after he got on the seat and placed his hands on Taeyongs shoulder, "You'll see. It's a secret." he said and then pushed off to their destination.

After riding for twenty minutes, they reached the site of a hiking trail. Taeyong secured his bicycle on the parking rack when they got off. Jaehyun looked around, uncertain of where they were and what they were doing here.

His eyes found a sign which had the word 'hiking' on it and his mouth fell open. "Don't tell me..." he trailed off and turned towards the older. Taeyong gave a smirk, "It's exactly what you're thinking. Come on, let's get some gear." He said, and walked off to the building ahead.

They each got a small knapsack with water and some equipment for emergencies and then set off by foot on the trail ahead. After walking a few miles, Jaehyun was already panting and sweaty. He stopped, supporting himself on his knees as he caught his breath. "Hey, wait up!" He called to the older who was a few feet ahead of him.

Taeyong stopped to look behind him. He laughed when he saw how tired the younger appeared. From his built, he would've thought he had more stamina. "Hurry, Jae or we'll miss the sunset" he called. Jaehyun keened at the endearment and took a few deep breaths before he continued climbing the stairs.

After stopping on two more occasions, they were nearly at the top of the trail. Taeyong viewed the landscape which was beginning to appear.

The wide open land, the beaches and sea were all visible at this point. He looked beside him to see Jaehyun staring at the same view with a look of wonder. "Beautiful, isn't it?" And Jaehyun nodded, too stunned for words. He then glanced at the older.

Really beautiful. He thought, seeing the side profile of the blonde.

Taeyong then turned to him and grinned, "race you to the top" he said and then took off running up the remaining stairs, leaving the younger behind. "Hey, that's cheating!" Jaehyun then mustered the strength to start running after him.

As soon as they reached the top, they shouted in accomplishment. They could appreciate the landscape of the island more clearly at this height. Various forestry and the sandy beaches with people walking about was a sight to see.

Jaehyun was mesmerized by the effortless beauty. The backdrop of the sky made it even more stunning. It was filled with hues of orange and pink as the sun was staring to set. He could almost understand the lure of the island.

When they had replenished their energy, they set back down the stairs. It was much easier and they reached back to the building in a jiffy. As they were returning the bags, Jaehyun spoke, "thanks for bringing me here, it was great", the older looked at him with a small smile, "no problem. I figured since you missed it yesterday I would take you to see it. However, this isn't all." He winked.

"Oh? There's more?" The brunette raised his brows and followed behind the older towards the bicycle. They made their way to the last stop of the night, a music festival. Locals and some tourists gathered under the setting sun, where many bands and dance performers attended.

They both stood at the side of the stage, watching the band as they performed. The music filled the air and the crowd was enthralled with its melody as they danced to it. Shortly after a pair of dancers came on stage. At the angle they were at, they could barely get a proper view of the performance.

The younger watched as Taeyong stepped closer to the stage. "Where are you going??" He questioned, nearly shouting over the music. Taeyong turned back and motioned for him to come along, pointing to the stage.

Jaehyun was confused and debated following him. "Suit yourself!" Taeyong yelled, shrugging his shoulders and then walked off, around to corner to go behind the stage. Jaehyun then panicked and went to follow him, "wait, wait, Taeyong!" he called and as he turned the corner, the older jumped out, startling him.

Taeyong laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the wooden stairs which led to the back of the stage, "w-wait, what are we going to do??" He questioned with apprehension. "You'll see, Jae." He smiled and led him up the stairs.

The music was louder as they stood behind the performers getting a closer look of the show. Taeyong adjusted to the side to get a better view and Jaehyun trailed behind him closely. They watched as the dancers moved fluidly across the stage and twirled their bodies around. They continued to watch until the perfomance was over.

At the end of the concert there was a bonfire on the beach, with music and lantern lighting. Taeyong took Jaehyun over to the people who were giving the lanterns out. They each got one and then went to a spot on the beach to light the lanterns. Once they both lit them, they held them in their hands, "make a wish" Taeyong said and closed his eyes, Jaehyun then closed his as well.

Soon after making their wishes, they released the lanterns into the sky. Jaehyun watched as his lantern flew higher and higher. He didn't mind if his wish wouldn't come true. He felt content, in this moment, right now.

The boys then went to where Taeyong parked his bicycle and he dropped Jaehyun off at the guesthouse. This time, they lingered outside at the front until the doors were locking and Jaehyun had to go. Taeyong promised to take him out again tomorrow and so he had trouble falling asleep, from the anticipation.

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The next day came in the blink of an eye. Jaehyuns family decided to stay inside as the weather looked gloomy. They decided to start packing away their things. Jaehyun on the other hand decided to continue to the restaurant after he had packed his things away. He made up his mind, come hell or high water, he wasn't missing his last day with Taeyong.

He had no idea why he was so drawn to the older boy. He admits that he found him extremely attractive and very free spirited, it almost made him happier to be in his presence. He had no idea if Taeyong would feel the same about him, though.

He hardly knew him, although they shared some details about their lives on the beach, there was just much more to know before you really knew a person inside and out. Jaehyun felt the urge to know him better and he hoped Taeyong would feel the same.

After he walked to the restaurant, he spotted Taeyong stepping outside. "Just in time" the older said with a smug look. Jaehyun let out a soft chuckle and he mounted the bike, ready to go wherever the other would take him.

They rode for a few minutes until they came across a street with a souvenir shop and other stores. Taeyong parked and secured his bicycle wheel and then they headed into the first store they found.

They entered into the souvenir store. There were many trinkets and memorabilia displayed. Jaehyuns eyes were caught on a display stand with a variety of multi-coloured beaded bracelets. His finger spun the beads around in awe.

The older then came beside him, noting what he had been fascinated with. "Do you want one?" he asked. Jaehyun turned his head and fixed his posture. He felt embarrassed to be so amazed by such a simple thing. "Uh...yeah." he smiled shyly at the other.

Taeyong then leaned forward inspecting the bracelets, "how about we both get matching ones? I kinda want one now." He tilted his head to stare at the younger who had been watching him, "y-yeah, that sounds great." Jaehyun couldn't fight the heat rising over his cheeks.

His mind was spinning over the fact they would have matching ones. However, his high didn't last after he reasoned it out that they could be friendship bracelets. He internally sighed and they went to purchase the bracelets, he decided to pay for them with the excuse of thanking the other.

They soon left the souvenir shop only to go inside the clothing store a few minutes away. Jaehyun greeted the vendor when they walked in and went past the cash counter to a hoodie which caught his eye. This didn't go unnoticed by the older who simply watched at a distance.

Taeyong then walked closer to him, "why don't you try it on, you look like you're in love." he teased. Jaehyun chuckled and shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't afford it." He then shrugged his shoulder and went to look at a few more items. Taeyong watched him and pondered to himself, he then excused himself saying he had to use the restroom.

Minutes later, Taeyong came back to grab his hand and pull him back in the direction of the same hoodie, "Jae, come on, try on the jacket.... Just for fun" he said with a huge smile. Jaehyun was confused but decided to comply. He took the jacket off of the rack carefully, unzipped it and eased his arms through the holes.

The jacket felt comfier than the ones he owned, it was made of cotton with inner fleece. It had a trendy minimalistic design with the islands name on the bottom. Overall, it fit him well.

Jaehyun suddenly felt that this was a bad idea, he regretted putting it on because it made him feel bad to part with it. It was just a jacket but he genuinely found it cool.

He sighed and was beginning to take it off but was stopped by Taeyong, "wait, keep it on" Jaehyun then raised his eyebrow "Why?" He asked while looking at Taeyong questionably, "you like it don't you?" The older asked.

Jaehyun nodded slightly, unsure of where this conversation was going, "Do you trust me?" Taeyong then questioned. Jaehyun thought for a second, he did trust Taeyong, a lot more than he would care to admit because they had only just met each other two days ago. "Yes..." he softly replied and with that, the older grabbed hold of his hand tightly, "good, let's go" he said while he led them to the entrance, running out of the store.

"Hey, wait yo-!" Jaehyun heard the shop vendor call out to them but when he looked back he didn't see anyone coming after them. They quickly got on the bicycle and rode away.

While they were riding, Jaehyun felt the adrenaline coursing through his system. He breathed in the fresh, calming air and stared at the boy in front of him. Feeling the thrill he took one hand off the boys shoulder. Extending his hand out he felt the breeze blowing through his fingers, it was invigorating and he had never felt so alive.

They soon came up to the port, Jaehyun recognized it immediately. He could see the lighthouse in the distance as they rode along the path. He noticed it was empty, and figured all the ships were done for the day.

When they got to the lighthouse, Taeyong stopped the bicycle and they both got off. Taeyong then immediately went to the door of the lighthouse, he called Jaehyun to come along who came hesitantly, glancing behind them to know whether anyone was around to see them.

Jaehyun joked, "Is this where you bring all your victims?" Which Taeyong laughed, "You caught me"

They then climbed the stairs heading to the top of the lighthouse where the viewing platform was located.

Once they reached the top, the view of the island was apparent through the looking glass. The sun shone brightly through the glass, illuminating the entire room.

They stood next to one another, leaning on the railing of the stairs as they observed the landscape. "This is my favourite place on the island. I've never brought anyone here before..." The older uttered softly. Jaehyun looked at him with hope in his eyes, suddenly a thought occurred to him. "What are you going to do if they catch you?" He asked the older, his voice laced with worry and guilt.

Taeyong turned his head towards him, confused by what he meant. "What do you mean?" He asked to which Jaehyun pointed at the jacket he wore. Taeyong then understood and couldn't contain his laughter. Jaehyun stared at him as if he was crazy. "What is it?? Tell me!" He demanded.

Taeyong smiled viciously, "I already paid for it, don't worry. I was afraid you'd refuse me." He confessed. Jaehyuns mouth fell agape at the statement and he lightly shoved the other away by the arm. "You're adorable, aren't you?" Taeyong asked. Jaehyun nervously smiled, revealing his dimples.

He then looked ahead at the landscape, to avoid making eye contact with Taeyong. When he decided to take a quick glance, he saw the blonde still staring at him, "is something on my face?" he asked, flustered while he wiped his face. Taeyong nodded, "yes, beauty" then leaned over to place his lips against the youngers.

Jaehyun froze at the sudden contact on his lips, he then closed his eyes as they gently meshed together into a heart fluttering kiss. The evening and the view fading away to leave them alone to themselves.

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The next morning, Jaehyun woke up feeling uneasy. He and his family were now ready to head to the port. After they loaded their luggage in the trunk, they got inside the van and went on their way.

As they drove past the restaurant, Jaehyun stared hoping to see Taeyong one last time. There was no sign of Taeyongs bicycle by the light pole it frequently was. The older had assured he would meet him at the port to send him off. He exhaled a sigh hoping it wouldn't be a dream.

After kissing - making out in the lighthouse, he was certain that they had a connection. He could feel the sparks as their lips touched and he felt his breath could be taken by the older the way they kissed.

When Taeyong dropped Jaehyun off last night, they didn't want to part, they exchanged numbers in hopes to keep in touch. Perhaps Taeyong would return to the mainland after he was ready to settle down. If not, Jaehyun was determined to come back-move even, if needs be, in order to spend his days with him.

They arrived to the port ahead of time and there were other cars in line to be loaded on the ferry. Jaehyun and his mom got out of the van. His mom mostly taking photos while he searched around the crowd looking for the person he wished to see.

After a while, it was now their turn to board the ferry and his mom came over to call him, "it's time to go, come on, dear" she said and he turned around to stare at her briefly, "okay mom, I'm coming" he said then continued his search for Taeyong while she headed to their van. He shortly followed behind her after a few more minutes passed.

Their van drove onto the ferry and Jaehyun couldn't wait until it was parked. He got out immediately when the van stopped to run to the railing hoping to see Taeyong waiting at the port for him. When he reached the railing, he gazed at the persons waving at the port, none seemed familiar.

The ferry was leaving the dock and he began to feel discouraged. Now that they were some distance into the sea and away from the port he began to think Taeyong forgot about him already. He turned to walk back to the van, and that's when he heard his name being shouted.

Jaehyun whipped his head around to see Taeyong standing at the edge of the dock waving to him. He smiled brightly at the other male and waved back like crazy. His heart leaped in his chest at the sight of the other. They continued waving to each other, mindless of whoever saw them because they could care less.

Fixated on each other, they watched as the ferry sailed further into the sea until they could no longer see one another. Jaehyun then went back to the van, entering the backseat and settling comfortably into it.

The smile on his face refused to fade and he glanced at the bracelet on his hand, twirling the beads around. He noted his sister listening to her music loudly as usual and his mom occupied by her phone, whereas his dad was reading a book.

He shook his head at the scene and it's familiarity. Shortly, his mom looked around to see him gazing out of the window, "Such a shame you couldn't see the beauty of the island, Jae. All you saw was the room and that restaurant" she commented then continued viewing the photos she took.

Jaehyun smirked, "yeah mom, such a shame." he said softly and resumed toying with his bracelet. If he was being honest, this trip was unforgettable.

"Romantic and energetic"

- J. Jh

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Dear Dean (Chapter 3)

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC (Jamie Blum)

WC: 3.8k

Summary: After taking Saint Lo, by sheer dumb luck, Lieutenant Dean Winchester from the 29th Infantry Division, Baker Company, received a truckload of replacements for his platoon that was falling apart. Little did he know, that one recruit would change his life forever.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, hope in midst of fear, i dunno man

SERIES MASTERLIST

July 23rd, 1944

The night had a crisp chill to it, and it started to drizzle after dinner, gently at first, but by the time Dean stepped out for sentry duty it was just pouring. Dean didn’t need that, to be honest. He’d rather be somewhere dry, somewhere warm.

Standing in the dark, soaked through his combats, he wondered why he changed the sentry rota and fucking put himself in it. He should’ve lead by Sam’s example, then at least he would’ve been kept out of the rain, but Dean’s mouth was much faster than his brain, and it frequently got him in trouble. He checked his watch with a flip of his wrist, as he stood at the meeting point, waiting on private Blum to arrive. It was Oh-two-forty-seven. Bambi still had three minutes before Dean’d rip him another hole.

Dean waited under cover from the rain, and watched the water fall from the roof in streams. His socks are already damp, and he was feeling increasingly cranky. The night was going to be a disaster. He heard Bambi before he saw him, heavy boots stepping in puddles of rain and mud made their way to the meeting point, sprinting even. There was the noise of shuffling and the rain pelting against the helmet of the small private.

“I’m here, Lieutenant!” Private Blum shouted loudly and a little out of breath, but nonetheless with a grin on his face, which in turn, made Dean suppress a smirk. Someone was really happy to be on sentry in the dead of the night.

Dean fought against his urge to echo the grin but instead, he opted for a frown and a roll of his eyes. “Fucking stop shouting, will ya?”

“Shit, sir, sorry!” Bambi apologized, his voice a mutter that almost got lost in the clattering of rainfall.

Dean studied the private’s face in the dim light of the fluorescent bulb beneath the roof of the meeting point. Bambi’s eyes were still big, although they look tired and weary. He studied the little of Bambi’s nose and the high of his cheekbones. Bambi reached up to adjust his almost-too-big helmet though at was slick with rain, as he straightened up, almost to attention. Something about the private was off and Dean was still trying to figure out and put a finger on what irked him about Bambi. What it was that made Dean want to take the private under his wings and protect him?

“Lieutenant Winchester, I’ve got a joke for you…”

“Come on.” He took the private to the most western point of their route, both of them walking in silence, only the sound of rain to accompany them. It was kind of weird and uncomfortable to say the least, and Dean could kick himself in the ass for taking Bambi with him. Not only was he green, but he was also quiet, and Dean was almost bored to tears. He should have opted for Sergeant Harvelle. At least Harvelle always had a joke ready, even though it was the same kind of joke, a little lewd and all kinds of stupid, but Dean wasn’t exactly picky. He gets what he gets, seemed to be a motto that stuck with him like an old piece of chewed gum he stepped on. It was stuck to his boots ever since the day he got off that landing in Omaha.

He was lucky he got off at all, to be honest.

The bullets rained down on them on that beach. Dean had to haul himself over the sides, and he wasn’t prepared. He wasn’t prepared for the sheer weight of his equipment combined with the pressure of sea water. He hit the water feet first, and he sank and sank and sank. There was no way to get to the surface because his haversack and his rifle were pulling him down. He reached up, clawing through the water, his lungs burning, when he decided to ditch everything that was weighing him down. Dean found himself with only his bare hands to defend himself on the battlefield. He was scrappy, but not scrappy enough to last long without a weapon.

Captain Mills shouted, asking who had a weapon on them and then he asked Dean directly and Dean shouted out an answer “That bitch tried to drown me, sir!” - “Go find another one!” and that’s what Dean did, crawling over dead bodies to retrieve a functioning rifle, trying to avoid the open eyes of the fallen soldiers.

Dean and Bambi took a turn and walked in the direction of the most eastern point, the rain still coming down restlessly and sometimes, he thought the angels were weeping with them. Dean could feel the wetness seeping into his cotton undershirt. His socks were now completely wet. They were going to be soaked come Oh-five-hundred.

To Dean’s surprise, private Blum didn’t complain. Not even once and Dean wondered if he too, could feel the water slowly filling up the boots that were promised to be waterproof.

They talked a little. Dean knew now where Blum was from. “Trenton, North Carolina, sir.” How he grew up. “No mom. Dad ate a bullet. Just me and my brothers, sir.” How he was looking up to his brothers and how he missed them. “Tough motherfuckers, but yeah, I worry. Jameson always was a terrible shot.” Dean knew the feeling too well.

At almost Oh-four-hundred-hours, he got to know a lot about Bambi but he kept his life to himself, and Bambi didn’t dare to ask him questions. Even if he wanted to ask, he didn’t. Dean could see the twitch of his lip, and furrow of his eyebrow as he considered his words carefully before he let them go. Dean would have answered them if he would’ve been asked, but he knew that Bambi was scared of him. Dean wondered if he was really giving the impression that he was untouchable at times and he thought that he maybe should change. War was tough, no doubt; but private Milligan was right, they deserved to smile every now and then.

“Come on, Lieutenant! Just one joke. Just one smile, not everything has to be so goddamn serious all the time…”

He walked Bambi across the muddy field to reach their next checkpoint. It was almost impossible to cross the flooding field, and Dean felt himself sinking deeper with each step he took. He certainly didn’t sign up for this and right about now, Dean wished more than ever, that he didn’t take up that sentry duty. Mud was the worst. Hard to get off and there would be days until they would be able to wash themselves with warm water.

As Dean took the next step, squishing into the soft earth, he heard Bambi go down next to him with a heavy splat. The private landed face first in mud, sprawled out like a damn X. Dean looked down to him and Bambi looked back at Dean with his face covered in brown mess. He blinked a few times, trying to see through the mud.

“Shit, Bambi, you alright?” Dean tried to sound concerned. Bambi reached up to wipe the mud off his face, but was met with a handful of mud, somehow making it worse. Dean’s carefully placed facade slowly crumbled. The next thing he knew, he was throwing his head back in a full body laugh, one that Dean didn’t know if he’d ever recover from it. It felt good. He haven’t laughed like this in a while and there were tears in his eyes.

He could hear private Blum mutter something incoherent under his breath that sounded something like Fuck you, sir, but Dean didn’t pay attention, he was busy wiping away the tears of laughter that blurred his vision.

“Help me up, Sir?” Blum asked, holding out a muddy hand for Dean to take. He stared at the privates muddy hand, considering not taking it. “Come on, sir. I’m gonna fall again if I try to get up on my own.” He could see a young Sam in front of him then, complaining after falling down, just needing his brother. Dean grabbed at Bambi’s small hands in an attempt to pull him up.

Nobody could prepare him for what came after, though. Dean pulled, but it seemed by some grace of God, Bambi gathered his strength and before Dean could even blink, he was lying flat on top of the private, his helmet dipped in mud and it was only thanks to his reflexes that Dean could hold his head above the sinking puddle. He barely managed to avoid dipping his face into the mud like Bambi did.

Dean was taken by surprise, his mouth hanging open, and muttered out a “What the fucking fuck?” before Blum turned around beneath him. They were face to face and then Bambi smiled, his white teeth shining through the mud on his mouth and jaw, and Dean stared into doe eyes that almost sparkled through the dirt. They were so big and brown and full of laughter as Bambi’s body shook under him.

All of a sudden, Dean felt his blood rushing through his head, the pounding of his heartbeat echoed in his ears and he couldn’t hear the rain anymore. It was like the whole world stopped existing, as if there’s only the two of them in the mud and the only thing he could hear was the laughter of private Blum, light and free, but then that died down, too. Dean suddenly knew that they’d been in the position for too long, but he was unable to move.

His eyes were staring into Blum’s big ones before they travel down, resting on the private’s mouth. Bambi realized the stare and he wiped away at the mud with the back of his hand. Now Dean could see the lips. They were pink and plum and slick with rain. The flash of the edge of Bambi’s teeth were showing as his lips were still crooked into a grin. Dean noticed the heavy breath coming out of Blum’s open lips. It was warm against his own damp face. Normally when someone got this close to him he was yelling, or being yelled at. Hot, sweaty breath on his mouth. “Winchester can you tell me why you’re such an epic, fucking disappointment?” His eyes landed on a drop of rain falling down on the private’s top lip, and Dean’s mouth felt really dry, despite all the rain. Dean darted his tongue out, licking away the feeling of dryness on his lips. Bambi, unknowingly, mimicked him and licked his own bottom lip. And then a voice pulled Dean back to reality.

“Lieutenant? Sir!”

Dean jolted to his knees, scrambling up and held out a hand for Bambi to take and that time, he was fucking prepared. He wouldn’t let Bambi pull him down a second time.

“Sorry, Sir, if I was out of line.” Bambi gladly took Dean’s hand and let Dean pull him up to his feet.

Dean should have shouted. Dressed him down and probably put him on latrine duty from there to Germany, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t with those big brown eyes staring up at him like he knew he fucked up. Damn those eyes. Instead, he just chuckled, and adjusted his helmet. “We’ll be needing a fucking shower after sentry, Bambi.” His hand came up to wipe at the chunk of mud that was logged between Blum’s shoulder and neck helping the private get rid of the dirt.

They continue to walk in silence now, Dean still recovering from what was happening between them. There was a feeling in his gut that he couldn’t quite put a finger on. It was bugging the hell out of him.

When they arrived at the further most outpost, they heard someone calling. “Thunder!”

Bambi and Dean replied with a, “Flash.” Dean raised an eyebrow, he was a little impressed that Bambi knew the code, and used it correctly.

“So fucking glad, Sir!” A rough male voice said.

They could see three figures walking towards them as the guard from the 3rd Battalion let them pass.

Dean studied them as they limped towards him. There were two parachuters that supported a third one who probably broke his leg on landing. One of them stood before Dean and Bambi, as the other one still supported his friend. He straightened up to attention and greeted Dean with a nod in salutation. “101st Airborne Division, sir. We missed our target. Had to find a way around. We were hoping that you guys would be here already.” Dean could see from his suit that it was a sergeant. He was maybe as tall as Dean and as broad.

“Jim?” Bambi could be heard saying next to him.

The sergeant looked down to Bambi, his eyebrow furrowed into a knot in the middle, as if he was trying to categorize Bambi in his head. And then when realization hit, his face was blushing and Dean could see that the sergeant’s lips widened into a smile. “Jamie?”

Bambi nodded frantically before his voice broke into a laughter and then he climbed up Jim’s body in a hug and to Dean’s surprise, Jim didn’t say no. He just tightened his grip around Bambi, as to support the small private and when Bambi was up there, the sergeant spun him around, laughing.

Dean felt like he’s intruding and that he probably should step away, but he was the Lieutenant, and it was his fucking sentry duty. He cleared his throat loudly, which prompted Jim to let Bambi down and straighten himself up. Dean coughed lightly, to suppress another grin because Jim was now muddy, too.

“This is my brother, Lieutenant. Jim Blum.”

“Great to meet you, Sergeant.” Dean nodded in greeting.

Then Bambi turned to Jim, still smiling through the mud on his face. “Lieutenant Winchester’s my platoon leader.”

“Oh…” Jim Blum said and Dean could see that something clicked in Jim’s mind and then he blurted out a “Oooohh.. Well, shit. Thank you for taking care of my brother then, Lieutenant.”

Dean nodded in reply. His heart felt heavy. Taking care of someone was not really his specialty. “Get yourselves checked at the medical tent and report to Battalion Staff. Someone should be in the tent.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jim, squeezed Bambi’s shoulder before he took his men to the medical tent.

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Reveille’s at Oh-five-hundred and when Dean and private Blum walked to their billets, the soldiers were already pouring out of the door, walking to the mess hall to fetch breakfast.

Even though Dean was staying with the other platoon leaders and NCO’s of Baker and Able company, they still stayed in the same building. They stepped in and navigated their way past the stream of soldiers coming out of it. Some of them looked at the pair and cringed their noses. Yeah, Dean could smell it himself, thank you very much.

As they got to the landing where they were staying, Dean took off his helmet and pointed his nose in the direction of the showers. The water was cold but he liked to pretend that it was warm. He get what he gets, isn’t it? “Private, shower and I’ll see you in 10 minutes.”

“Sir –” Blum paused, as if he wanted to say more but he didn’t. Dean lowered his head and walked to his room to change for showering.

Dean was in the showers quickly, he gotta live up to his own time frame and he was hungry. Hoping that there’s something left before he had to be ready at Oh-six-hundred. However, when he was inside, Blum wasn’t there and he wondered if Bambi was so freaking quick that he finished before Dean even got a change to come in. Dean didn’t pay much attention as he soaped himself with cheap soap and washed away the mud that was stuck behind his ears. Dean closes his eyes, relishing himself under the spray rain of the shower head. It lacked pressure and yes, it was cold, but he liked to pretend that he’s back in Kansas, with high water pressure and a warmth to the wetness that soothed his pain. He opened his eyes again to Blum walking in, still in his shirt and combats.

“I..uh.. sorry, Lieutenant.” Bambi’s voice was small, almost as if he was embarrassed and Dean wondered if he’d ever seen a dick before, because Bambi’s eyes lingered a fraction too long on his private part. Dean wasn’t a prude, but somehow it felt uncomfortable. He decided to just not think about it and finish showering. Bambi’s got 3 brothers, he sure as hell should be used to seeing dicks?

Dean noticed after a while that Bambi was still staring at Dean’s lower half and he might have been wrong, because he couldn’t see it as Bambi’s face was still a little muddy but Dean could swear that Bambi was blushing.

“Never seen a dick, Bambi?” He asked grumpily, trying to get Bambi’s attention and divert his gaze away from Dean’s dick.

“Yeah, sure have, sir. But uh.. “ Dean could feel that Bambi was trying to come up with a good clap back. “..never such a small one, Lieutenant, is all.” The grin that was on Bambi’s face was undeniably, a wicked one.

“Fuck off, it’s cold water, alright. Jeez, relax. Wanna know how you’re holding up, private.” Dean replied with a growl. It bothered him, very much so, and he could call the private out, tell Bambi to strip right here but he doesn’t. He’s a leader, not a fucking dick. So, instead, Dean finished his shower and dried himself with the little towel they provided and got out without a glance back.

When Dean was dressed and ready, he thought that he wanted to see if Bambi was finished, but when Dean stepped out into the landing on their floor, he could still hear the water running. He didn’t want to peek, he really didn’t, but the door was open a creek and on the passing, he caught a glimpse Bambi. A glimpse of his narrow waist and full ass cheek which in turn made Dean tense and there’s a flutter around his stomach. And Dean knew that he was not queer, nuh-uh.

Shaking Bambi out of his head, Dean pulled back and opted for calling in there. “See you at Oh-six-hundred, private!”

After the morning briefing, the soldiers had time to themselves for a couple of minutes and Jamie excused herself in a rush to search for Jim. She found him sitting on the steps, or what was left of it, of a fountain. “Hey,” She said, sitting down next to him.

He didn’t turn to look at her, his eyes focused on his clasped hands. “So, private Blum, huh?”

She could hear it in Jim’s tone that he wasn’t pleased to find her there. Jamie was a little sad, but she understood. She wouldn’t be pleased either. Jim wanted the best for her, and there she was, letting him down.

“Look, I’m sorry, Jim, I really am.” She bit back tears, fully intending not to cry when she was out in the open.

“Jamie, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? What the hell, I thought I made it clear that your only job is to stay behind and fucking stay alive?” Jim turned to her. He was angry and fumbled with his cigarette tin. Like a lot of men, Jim took on smoking. He never smoked at home, the money was too short for luxuries. “If they find out, you’re so fucked! Hell, maybe I’ll be fucked. We all will be!”

“They won’t.” Jamie sighed, and then she said with a calm voice, “Not if you keep it a secret.”

Jim looked at her, shaking his head in disbelief. “Jamie, you’re a fucking girl!” He hissed. “How many secrets can you keep from them? You’re fucking bleeding every month. Someone will notice! And, and… What if you die? Fuck, you’re with the 29th. You’re actually the one who goes face first into combat. You’re the first they’ll be aiming at!” Jim nearly spat in her face from the strain of keeping his voice down and being angry and wanting to shout it out.

“You’d have done the same, Jim.” She lowered her head, put it between her knees and stared at the ground. “I haven’t had my period since the day you left, by the way. Four fucking years, Jim. That’s how much stress I’m under. When Jameson left, I didn’t want to exist anymore. I just.. I..” Jamie’s voice broke, and she wiped at her wet eyes with the back of her dirt smeared hand before they could drop down her cheeks.

Jim took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled before he rubbed at his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. He suddenly started to chuckle. “Shit… Fuck, Jamie. Why are we like this? Our family is so fucked up. I don’t even know where the others are.”

Jamie looks up again, grinning. “I don’t know either, but I know that you’re here.”

“Well, not long. I’m leaving again this afternoon.” Jim put out his cigarette on the sole of his boots before he flickered it across the street. “Jamie. Take off your helmet.”

She did what her brother asked of her and Jim rolled his eyes as he saw her hair. It was growing back unevenly and he ruffled his palms through it. “Grow it out, will ya? Not all men have such short hair. A bit longer and you’d look great.”

Jamie elbowed him in the ribs before they both laughed.

“Keep close to Winchester, alright?” Jim putting his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

“Why?”

“I heard he’s a good guy. He lost a kid out of sheer stupidity and he’s blaming himself still. It wasn’t his fault.” She looked up at him, wondering how Jim always managed to make friends everywhere he went. “And I saw how he looked at you, Jamie. If looks could kill, I’d be dead when you climbed up my body last night.”

“Shut up.”

“True! Maybe he sees something in you worth protecting. I hope he does. He’ll keep you save, alright. Keep him close. Don’t try to fuck it up.” It was more a warning because he knows that Jamie tend to fuck things up. Jim probably couldn’t even count on both his hands how many times he had to come and haul her ass out of whatever shit situation she was in. The fights, he had to break, the boys he had to chase away.

“I won’t.” Jamie said truthfully.

“Good. Also don’t get dead.”

“I try.”

“Fuck you.” Jim chuckled, looking around to see if someone was watching them. He could see Winchester standing off near the building, talking to some other Lieutenants, but his eyes were fixed on them. He probably didn’t even listen to what the others were saying. Jim pulled Jamie close anyway, kissing her forehead twice and ruffled his palm through her hair.

CHAPTER 4

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Illthdar High: an Au fan fiction

4:45 Wednesday Afternoon Rowdy boys calling dirty jokes echoed through the hallway where Scyanatha was sitting with her posse. They were at the opposite end from the entrance to the boys locker room, but could still clearly hear the ridiculous, hormonal chatter. Some boys are so pathetic. She blew a big bubble with her gum and popped it. She noted Seth’s voice wasn't among them, and that was enough to make her smile. She had a real man while everyone else in this school was messing with immature little boys. It was just another reason why she was better than them. “Isn’t this like, the fifth time he’s circled this way?” Imogen’s voice drew Scy away from her pink cellphone where she was ordering a pair of designer heels with Seth’s credit card. Tripton or Trenfon, whatever the janitor’s name was, was making yet another pass down their hallway, bucket of dirty mop water in tow. How it got dirty was anyone’s guess since Scy had yet to see him mop anything, but she wasn’t concerned with it. She just rolled her eyes and returned to her phone. “Let him look, this is probably the closest he’s ever come to boobs in his entire life.” She said it just loudly enough that he would hear, causing him to scuttle into the nearest classroom in an attempt to look like he had a reason to be here other than ogling her and her friends. “What's the name of the shop we’re going to?” Zercey asked from where she sat opposite Scyanatha and beside Imogen, leaving Laura to sit beside Scy like the good little pet she was. She was in a much better mood today, having made up with Lerki the previous night. He hadn’t been seen flirting with any random girls yet today, so maybe Zercey thought she made her point at last. Good, they were both getting annoying. “Oh my gosh, it’s the cutest place,” Scy gushed, happy to talk about their destination. “Seth’s aunt owns it and she only stocks items from the best designers, she has amazing fashion sense. She used to be a top model! She says I have potential to be a top model too and she’s going to hook me up with some of her connections after I escape this dump.” Zercey tried not to sigh as Scyanatha took her question and turned it into a chance to talk about herself. “Anyways,” Scy carried on, “the boutique isn’t officially open until this weekend but she’s letting us in early so we don’t look like peasants for the dance. We’ll have the entire store to ourselves.” “As long as we don’t mess anything up, everything will be all right.” Seth’s voice joined the conversation, though it didn’t last long since his mouth was soon occupied by Scyanatha’s lips.

She’d jumped up the moment he walked over, practically mauling him with loud and wet kisses.

Both Zercey and Imogen saw the little blob of pink gum that Scy was chewing pass into Seth’s mouth and it took every ounce of self-restraint they had not to gag, the urge becoming even more intense when the couple finally parted and Seth carried on chewing it. “I like this shirt on you,” Scy complemented, oblivious to her friends' existence as she tugged on the white fabric covering her boyfriend’s chest. She licked her lips, eyes lidded as one of Seth’s hands instantly went to grope her ass. The two of them looked set and ready to give that creepy janitor the show of a lifetime until Lerki’s voice snapped them out of it.

“As fun as it is to watch you two put on a peep show in the middle of the school, we should probably get out of here before they lock us in.” Scy rolled her pretty eyes, but relented, grabbing Seth’s hand and tugging him through the door, already chatting about what kind of dress she planned to get.

Laura skipped along beside her, the only one listening.

Zercey and Imogen, wary of seeing any more potentially scarring things, opted to ride with Lerki to the mall while Laura, the poor thing, was forced to endure a twenty minute ride full of Scyanatha’s hand delving in Seth's pants and nearly causing an accident. ~*~*~ “Here.” Salem handed over a vanilla ice cream cone topped with pink and green sprinkles to Vyxen, adding, “Yes, the cone is gluten free.” He’d made triple sure it was the right cone since the new guy, Nametag: Cowan, didn’t seem to understand or care much about how to do his job. His poor boss was really trying to train him well, but it wasn’t working. After catching the nerdettes doing their little dance number, he’d spent the rest of his night teasing Vyxen at every possible chance. It was all fun and games until she started to cry, leaving Salem to feel like a grade A jackass. Xyl even looked ashamed and he hadn’t even said anything. So here he was, buying her ice cream and about to lose a good chunk of his money to help pay for her dress in an effort to make her feel better and stop the guilt from chewing away at him. “Can you and your friends try to pick dresses quick when we get there? I don’t want to spend my whole afternoon here.” He wanted to make her feel better, yes, but not quite at the expense of his entire day. “You don’t have to come with me. Maybe we can meet back up in an hour or so to go home?” Vyxen tried, shuddering to even think how mortified poor Nyima would be if she had to try on dresses in front of Salem. “That way you can do whatever you want.” “And miss my darling little sister getting ready for her first dance?” Salem asked, clutching his heart in mock pain and laughing when Vyxen sighed. He pulled his phone out to check the time. He honestly had zero interest in watching her and her dorks try on dresses, but he also knew Date was somewhere in the building and after his last few songs, he didn’t know how much he trusted him being anywhere near his sister without supervision. He was going to have to watch his mouth though, lest he make both Vyxen and Nyima cry and have Rae trying to punch him in the face. They were passing some disgustingly expensive looking store when their path was suddenly blocked by group of people. Salem didn’t need to look up from his phone to know who they were, a cloud of overpriced floral perfume and gross cologne was already seeping into his sinuses and threatening to choke him. Only Scy and her group of nimrods travelled in such a foul smelling pack. He veered to the left to walk around them, not interested in dealing with their petty attitudes and not daring to look at Imogen least he sell her out to her friends. Why she hung out with them was beyond him, but making out with her a few times in hidden locations didn’t give him any right to question her poor taste in friends. He would have been content to steer himself and his sister right past them without acknowledging their existence at all but Scy’s high pitched, deeply annoying voice stopped him right in his tracks. “Watch where you’re walking, albino freak,” Scyanatha sneered, eyes boring into the back of Vyxen’s head.

Vyxen let out a small, involuntary whimper and Scy smirked over her victory. Salem slowly turned around until he was looking straight into the cold, brown eyes of the girl who just insulted his sister. “Why don’t you pick on someone in your own IQ range? Those mannequins look like they could put up a good fight,” he said as he gestured to the window display behind him. Out of his periphery, he could see the rest of the popular kids reactions, though he didn’t dare break eye contact. Lerki stood there with his mouth open, looking fully like the brainless jock he was. Laura and Zercey were frozen in surprise, eyes darting from their friend to the dweeb and then back again. Imogen paled as if she was watching her worst nightmare unfold before her. “What did you just say to her?” Seth snapped, removing his arm from around Scyanatha’s shoulder, taking a step forward and squaring up, ready for a fight. “You heard me.” Realistically Salem knew that he was about to get his ass handed to him, Seth was a moron but a strong one and he didn’t have anywhere near the guy’s muscle or mass. He was doomed if punches were thrown but his pride and anger refused to let him back down. “Salem, we should…” Vyxen started, reaching out to grab hold of his jacket only to have a warm hand enclose around her own. “You don’t want to be in the middle of this.” Date was there, appearing out of nowhere like some kind of ghost and gently wrapping his arm around her to lead her away from what he was sure would turn out to be a murder scene. She didn’t need to get involved in this and he couldn’t help Salem even if he wanted to, Seth would just knock them both out. “Maybe you should muzzle your bitch, or at least keep her on a leash so she doesn’t irritate everyone around her.” Salem's anger blinded him to the danger he was in, he didn’t even notice Date swoop in like a crow to gather up Vyxen when his back was turned. Seth crossed over two Salem in two quick strides. “You think you can just insult my woman and not have to pay for it, you little prick?” he growled before shoving him with both hands, causing Salem to stumble. “Seth, don’t,” came a voice from behind. Imogen knew Seth long enough to understand when he was about to start a fight, and there was very little time to act before it was too late. “He’s not worth it,” she said, lips twisting. “And plus, if you get thrown out of here, how are we supposed to get dresses from your aunt’s store? You don’t expect us to wear something from one of these places, do you?” “She’s right, babe,” Scyanatha agreed with a sigh. “You can kick the Twilight reject’s butt later. I cannot be seen wearing something off the rack at homecoming.” Seth hesitated, unsure he wanted to walk away from such easy prey. Finally, his shoulders relaxed and he unclenched his fists. “You’re lucky these ladies are here to save your ass,” he snarled, shoving Salem one more time before walking off with the rest of the group. Salem stayed there for a moment still seething. The arrogance of those people! He rubbed his shoulder where Seth pushed him, knowing that it would probably leave a bruise, but it could have been worse. No, what hurt more was the cool way Imogen had talked about him, as if he were beneath them, beneath her. He turned and finding no Vyxen in the vicinity, stalked away to locate her. He and Imogen weren’t a couple, he shouldn’t feel bad about the way she talked to him. He knew from the start that this, whatever it was that they were doing, was temporary and only for pleasure. Knowing that didn’t stop her words from stinging though. ~*~*~ “That is the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard!” “I don’t hear you coming up with anything better!” Xyl let out a groan. “Will you two stop it, already?” Rhoe and Rhovan had been arguing this way for the last thirty minutes. They were supposed to be working on a project for their history class, but so far the only thing they could agree on was how much they resented being paired together. His sister sent a glare his way and further slumped down in the worn out leather chair in their living room. “I don’t even know why we’re bothering. It’s a pointless class and I’m barely passing anyway. Getting another F won’t make much of a difference.” “Well I’m not failing and I’d like to keep it that way,” Rhovan retorted.

Rhoe responded by flipping him the bird. “Let’s take a break and order some dinner. If I have to sit through this, I at least want some food. How does Chinese sound?” Without waiting for either of them, Xyl put down his guitar and crossed the room to pull up the delivery menu on his laptop.

Rhoe took out her lighter, flicking it repeatedly so the flame sparked and then went out over and over again. “I can’t believe I’m missing work for this,” Rhovan snapped when Xyl was gone, thinking about pulling the lighter right from between Rhoe’s fingers and setting her on fire. He didn’t, obviously, but it was a nice fantasy. He’d never been paired with anyone so insufferable. He needed to get at least a B in this class and she was screwing him over with her attitude. “Then why don’t you just go to work then and get out of my face?” They could ace this project and it still wouldn’t save her grade, so Rhoe wasn’t going to waste her time on it. She flat out told this idiot that and he came over anyway. As far as she was concerned this was all his fault; she could be getting free ice cream from Cowan right now, and Rhovan could be off pandering to hamsters in the pet store like he usually did. “Because,” Rhovan started, speaking through gritted teeth, “I’m trying to be a good partner. You, on the other hand, are a complete bitch. This is why no one sits beside you in class. You’re miserable and you ruin everyone’s day.” He honestly didn’t care that he was talking to the sister of his best friend, her attitude was awful and so was she. No wonder only one person in the school could stand her. “Aww,” Rhoe cooed, pulling a sad face and pretending to sniffle, “am I ruining your day, pretty boy?” Rhovan grabbed his bag and stood, done with her. “You know what, you can go screw yourself. I’ll talk to Mr. Culvers and do the project myself. Enjoy being a wash-out loser and repeating your junior year.” She was going to end up dropping out and becoming a junkie and he didn’t even feel bad for her, she brought it all on herself. “Later, Xyl!” he called as he threw open the door and strode out, nearly knocking the delivery boy off the steps on his way. He still had time to pick up his shift in the pet store if he hurried, that way he wouldn’t be losing anything this afternoon except a headache in human form. Jingyi, who had been just about to knock on the door, wasn’t fast enough to sidestep as Rhovan bolted down the steps, and ended up dropping the bag with food in it. Hoping nothing spilled, he picked it up again before hastily handing over the order to guy inside and making a fast retreat. Getting back on his bike, he took out his inhaler and took a deep breath in. As he waited for the medicine to take effect, he popped one of the fortune cookies he stashed in his pockets earlier into his mouth. Opening the scroll inside he read, ‘The fortune you seek is in another cookie. Lucky numbers 2, 33, 5, 84, 7.’ “Typical.” He finished chewing his snack and pedalled towards the restaurant. ~*~*~ Nyima and Raemina walked through the pet store, wasting time until they could meet up with Vyxen. They rarely got to go since she would start sneezing the moment she walked through the door, so it was a nice change of pace.

Rae was mentally going over today’s calculus questions and watching Nyima stop to pet and coo at all the animals with a fond smile. It wasn’t often such a shy girl got excited, but animals seemed to bring out the best in her. She would make an amazing vet one day. Their peaceful walk was ruined by the bell above the door ringing followed by a slam and Rae turned to see Rhovan stalk into the shop, clearly in a bad mood. She wondered where he was. She knew he worked there and this was usually the time of his shift. She wasn’t spying on him or anything, but spent a lot of time at the bookstore across the way, and remembered the days and times he appeared. That was actually how she first noticed him. His blue hair was hard to miss and she liked the way he smiled and talked to the animals when he cleaned out their cages. Just like Nyima, the pets seemed to bring out the best in him. Not today, apparently. He looked ready to fight and so she opted to keep her distance. It was tempting to ask him to the dance, but this was probably the worst time to do it and so she wouldn’t. Instead, she kept trailing after Nyima, getting lost once more in her mental mathematics. Her watch would beep when it was time to go meet Vyx,so she allowed her mind to wander and focus on various numbers and equations, running and rerunning them in her head until she was sure that she understood them all perfectly. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice Nyima stray away from her to go look at the wall of aquariums, nor the tall and solid body that entered her path until she almost slammed into it. “Man, you were really lost in thought right then. Homework troubles?” Rhovan asked, his easy grin back in place.

Raemina was taken aback by the sudden change in temperament, recalling that he looked as though he could breathe fire not even five minutes ago. “Something like that,” she responded simply. “Are you ok? You looked upset a few minutes ago.” It might not be her place to ask, she didn’t really know him, but her curiosity got the better of her. “I’m having some homework troubles myself, but if I keep stomping around the store the animals will get offended and rebel against me.” Just then, the puppies nearby started to make a ruckus and Rhovan waved his hand in their direction, them having just proved his point. “I don’t mind getting a little chewed on, but I kind of need my hands this week and would prefer them unbloodied. My band is performing in the talent show on Friday.” “I know.” Raemina moved away from him, heading towards the puppies to see what set them all off. “Your bass player is my best friend’s brother. I know a lot about your band,” she added when she saw one of his brows raise and a sly little smile appear on his face. She refused to let him think she was a fangirl. The puppies were in an uproar because a small grey one seemed to be on a mission to chew on the ears and tails of all the others. “That’s Loui,” Rhovan informed her with a sigh, having followed her over, and reached into the display case to scoop the wiggly pup into his arms. “He’s my problem child.” He’d have to keep a hold of him until he calmed down before he put him back with the others and hopefully he wouldn’t get peed on this time. Loui was notorious for peeing on people to the point where everyone brought an extra set of clothing and wipes with them to work now. Raemina was amused. “Well, your problem child is very cute.” “You can have him if you want, I’ll throw in a free bag of food if you take him.” “Tempting, but I don’t think my parents would like it.” It was a shame too, Rae thought, she’d like to have a reason to come back here in the future and Loui was awfully cute. “Can’t blame a guy for trying,” Rhovan started, finally starting to feel a little better now that Rhoe was a bad memory and he had a pretty girl in front of him. He couldn’t believe that he’d never noticed her before. She was gorgeous and she smelled really good, like a flower. She rocked the school girl look with her polka dotted skirt and cream colored sweater and he couldn’t help but think they’d look hot together. He hadn’t forgotten about those lace panties either. “So are you going to the talent show? I’d love to see you there,” he added in an attempt to seal the deal before she got a chance to say no. “I’m thinking about it.” If she went would ultimately depend on if Vyxen and Nyima went, but she could probably convince them. “Well, I hope you come and maybe if you’re not doing anything afterwards, we could go––” Whatever Rhovan was about to say was cut off by the alarm blaring from her watch. It perked Loui right up and had him squirming so badly that Rhovan had to wrap both his arms around him to keep him from jumping down and causing all sorts of havoc. “Sorry,” Raemina apologized, though the smile on her face suggested that was a lie. It was cute to see this punk rocker struggling to keep a hold of an excitable puppy. “I have to go, I’ll think about coming to the talent show though,” she promised, turning away and going to gather up Nyima so they could head to the dress shop. “Cool,” Rhovan called after her lamely, sighing when she walked out the door without a backwards glance. “Look what you did,” he scolded the puppy in his arms. “That could have been my new girlfriend and you chased her away.” Loui’s response was to bark happily and then promptly pee all over him. ~*~*~ Vyxen was nervous. They were well out of sight of both Salem and Seth now, but Date still had an arm wrapped firmly around her shoulders. It wasn’t as though she hated it, it was just... New. It was new and awkward and she didn’t know how to deal with it. Should she wiggle out of his hold? Would it look weirder if she broke away or just stayed put? He was quiet beside her, relaxed and at ease, not seeming to realize that he was still holding onto her. Unable to deal with the silence, Vyxen attempted to fill it. “Do you think Salem will be ok?” she tried, genuinely worried for her brother and hoping conversation would clue Date into the fact that they were still touching. She didn’t want to have to make the decision of staying in his hold or breaking away as both options made her look bad in her own mind. If she stayed pressed against him, he might think she was desperate, but if she broke away he might think that she didn’t like him. It was a no-win situation. Date made the choice for her when he shifted his hold on her shoulders to be more comfortable for them both, but didn’t pull his arm away. “He’ll be fine. Seth isn’t stupid enough to cause a scene in the middle of the mall, he could get kicked off his beloved football team for something like that.” He knew a fight wouldn’t actually break out, but he’d seen an opportunity to get Vyxen alone and he’d taken it. Watching her blush next to him, flustered by his closeness was extremely cute. He wondered how flustered he could get her if he… “That’s good.” Vyxen’s voice broke his train of thought and it was probably for the best. It was too early to try anything drastic and Seth might be smart enough not to start a scene but Salem was not and Date didn’t feel like getting punched in the face today. Silence settled over them again and he purposely didn’t fix it because he liked watching how nervous she got. She’d run if it became too much for her though and so, eventually, he did have to stop being a jerk. “Your ice cream is melting,” he pointed out, thinking he could safely be a creep for a moment longer and thoroughly enjoying watching her hurry to lick up the trail of melted cream that threatened to drip onto the floor. Tucking that lovely image away for later review, he asked, “What are you doing after the pep rally on Friday?” The pep rally, for reasons past understanding, was a mandatory school event and he already knew she’d be at the talent show because Salem would be there and she tried to be a good sister. “I have a study session with Nyima and Raemina.” “At your house?” Date was disappointed she was already doing something, but he could probably save the situation by convincing Salem to let him stay over on the same night. That would give him a chance to…. “No, Raemina is having us all stay at her house.” To make sure neither she nor Nyima found an excuse not to attend the dance, she was sure. To do nothing, apparently. Vyxen being entirely unavailable to him on Friday threw a wrench into his carefully laid out plans of taking her out somewhere, asking her to the dance and possibly, possibly, getting to make out with her. She was easily flustered so he didn’t know how far he could get before he smacked into her limits, but until proven otherwise he was going to assume that a make out session would have been involved. “That’s a bummer, I was going to ask you to go out with me.” There was nothing for it at that point. He might not have another chance to get her alone like this and so he needed to skip over the date step and go right to the next. “How about we go to the dance together instead?” “What!?” Vyxen asked, stopping dead in her tracks and looking at him with wide eyes. She couldn’t possibly have heard him right, she couldn’t have. The last time she talked to him, he didn’t even know who she was and now he was asking to the dance? Impossible. Admittedly that was a couple of years ago, but it was still totally and completely impossible. She either misheard him or this was some kind of dream. It was probably a dream. She’d had similar ones before and quickly pinched herself to verify, the resulting sting proving her theory false. It’s not a dream, oh my god! Date had witnessed the little pinch and was amused, moving around so he could stand in front of her. He took her hand and kissed the back of it and then dragged his lips up her arm to kiss the spot she’d pinched. “Will you be my date to the dance?” he asked again, kissing his way back down her arm and enjoying the dark red color that stained his his soon-to-be girlfriend’s cheeks. “Yes?” he prodded when she still seemed unable to speak a minute later and smirked in victory when she nodded fervently in reply. “Good,” Date purred, pulling her forward by the arm and leaning in to taste her lips while he still had her stunned. Unfortunately, a large hand slapped directly over his face and pushed him back.

“Can you not?” Salem snapped, pulling Vyxen away from Date and pushing her in the direction of her two red-faced and quickly approaching friends. They witnessed the whole thing. All of his earlier interest faded from Date’s face and he slipped back into his usual, bored appearance. “You act like I was going to start taking her clothes off right here in the mall.” Salem scoffed, not entirely sure that Date wouldn’t have actually gone that far, the creep’s newest song lyrics still circling in his head. “You were thinking about it.” “How did it go with Seth?” Date sidestepped the question, not denying anything and not needing to because they both knew it was true. Salem cursed brilliantly and Date congratulated himself on successfully switching the subject.

“We’re going to do something about him and his pet. It’s about time someone put them in their place.” ~*~*~ Lerki watched Zercey walking around the boutique with the other girls with a hungry look on his face. Beside him, Seth was talking to his aunt about some family drama, but all of his attention was on the brunette trying to play coy. He couldn’t care less about what colors or designs they all ended up wearing so long as Zercey’s dress was short and sexy. He stared at her as she dropped the pen she was twirling in her fingers and reached down to pick it up without bending her knees, not-so-subtly showing off her incredible legs and flexibility. From this angle, he was even able to get the smallest of peeks below her skirt. She was playing with him, and he knew it. Zercey flashed a mischievous smile over her shoulder before turning back to the group. Scyanatha was in the middle, flicking through dresses and judging them one by one, while Laura, Imogen and herself surrounded her and listened as she went on about cut, color, design, and fabric. “It’s like, practically criminal that we have no good stores here. Thank god this place finally open. I would have died if I’d been stuck with something all of these peasants have seen before,” Scy said emphatically, using her preferred term for their classmates as if she were royalty and not just another suburbanite. “I would have made Seth skip class and drive me to the city.” Laura nodded along sympathetically, and Zercey had to work hard to not roll her eyes at how obviously the other girl was trying to be noticed. She tried to make eye contact with Imo, but she was looking at her phone. “Ooooh!” Scyanatha let out a high-pitched squeal, having finally found a dress she liked. “I love this one!” She pulled out a sparkly, pink strapless mini dress that forced Zercey to look away from the glare reflecting off the glitter. Attached under the bust was a gauzy blush coloured train that trailed all the way to the floor. It screamed ‘princess,’ which made Scy bounce with excitement. Now she just had to find something suitable for the others. Scanning the rest of the dresses quickly, Scyanatha’s gaze fell upon a section of dark pink and red dresses, none of which were half as flashy as the one she had in her hand. Perfect, she decided and redirected the group over there. “What about this, Scy?” Laura offered, pointing to another sequined dress, this one in silver.

Scyanatha halted her forward march to raise an eyebrow at the younger girl. “What about it?” she asked, her question laced with a dare. “Oh, nothing... Just that it isn’t nearly as pretty as yours is,” Laura finished. She might have been dim, but even she could tell when she was being put back in her place. “Exactly. So why would I be interested in it?” Scyanatha jeered, sticking her nose in the air and walking past Laura without a second glance.

Imogen and Zercey followed behind. Finally in the pre-approved color section, Scy left her two friends to look at dresses for themselves while she busied herself finding one for Laura. “What do you think about this?” Zercey asked Imogen. She looked over the hot pink, ruched frock. “For you or me?” “You.” Imogen scrunched up her face. “Too skanky,” she decided with a shake of her head.

Zercey shrugged and put it back.

“Plus, that color clashes horribly with my complexion. How about this one for you?” she offered holding out a bright red dress. “Eh––” she started. “Wait, I know what you’re going to say,” Imogen interrupted. “But look at this!” With a flourish, she turned it around so Zercey could see the back. The front was cute enough – it had a flashy red lace top and a tulle skirt in a matching hue – but it seemed to be more classy than sexy. The back, on the other hand… Zercey’s jaw dropped when she saw the back. Most of it had been cut out and she could imagine the way the uneven line of lace would frame her bare back. Plus, even though the skirt looked like it would pass the puritanical school dress code, the nature of the shape would provide easy access should she need it. “I guess I’ll try it on.” “You couldn’t wear a bra with it, though,” Imogen said slyly. Zercey gave her co-conspirator a grin. “Oh,” she said with fake realization, “I suppose I couldn’t.” She gave a meaningful look to Lerki standing in the corner. He cleared his throat and moved his messenger bag in front of him. “That’s hot,” Scyanatha agreed from beside them. “You can try this one,” she continued, passing Laura a dress without looking at her. It was still cute –she wouldn’t allow anyone who didn’t look good to associate with her - but it was a halter and definitely something from last season. After all, she couldn’t let the girl off too easily after her back talk. Imogen was too distracted to remember that she should have felt bad for Laura. She had been going through the motions this whole time, but she couldn’t help but replay the fight that almost broke out between Seth and Salem. She was able to text him a quick ‘I’m sorry,’ after they walked away, but she still hadn’t heard anything back. “What about you, Imo?” asked Zercey. “Are you ready to try something on?” “Yeah,” she answered as she plastered a smile on her face. She held up an arm full of dresses in confirmation as she followed the other three into the dressing rooms. “Hey babe,” came Scyanatha’s voice from behind the furthest curtain. “Could you help me zip up my dress?” After another hour – most of which was spent waiting for Seth to finishing helping Scy get into, and presumably out of, her dress – all four girls had successfully picked out their homecoming outfits. Seth's aunt didn’t only sell expensive and one-of-a-kind party dresses, but also had a decent selection of jewelry and accessories, though Scyanatha of course had to approve every item before it was put on the counter to be rung up. Once she was confident that she and her gang would be the best dressed crew at the dance, the group of six finally made its way out the door. As she stepped back into the mall, Imogen felt her phone vibrate. Opening up the text, she read: Meet in 5? ~*~*~ “What took you so long?” Salem demanded as Imogen rounded the corner to meet him by the handicap restroom. “Shhh! Keep your voice down,” she snapped and led the way into the stall. Once the door was safely locked behind them she continued, “It was difficult trying to get away from my friends without being suspicious. They’re not stupid, you know.” Salem gave her a look that told her he wasn’t so sure about the last part. “They’re not,” she said defensively. Salem rolled his eyes. “Whatever, I didn’t come here to pick a fight.” “Oh really,” she laughed sarcastically. “Then what the heck do you call what happened earlier?” “I call that your douchenozzle friends picking on my sister. My sister, by the way, who never did anything to those idiots. Who gave them the right to drag her down and make her feel like garbage? They do that to everyone to make themselves feel superior, it’s disgusting,” Salem snapped, his earlier anger coming back full force. He’d seen Vyxen, Raemina and Nyima get bullied too often, he’d seen that loner kid get bullied too often and everyone else too. Even Laura, who was supposed to be Scyanatha’s friend, was treated like a servant instead of an equal. “I’ve had enough of them and so has everyone else. They’re gonna get what they have coming and if you keep hanging out with them, you’re going to end up getting screwed over too,” Salem warned her, not quite thinking that spilling your revenge plans to your targets friend was a bad idea. “Excuse me?” Imogen snarled back and took a step forward so she could get right up in Salem’s face. “Are you threatening me?” “I’m warning you ahead of time so that you might make a good decision for once.”

The sound of skin hitting skin filled the small space as Imogen’s hand connected with the side of Salem’s face. “Who do you think you are?” She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back against the wall. “I do make good decisions! Don’t talk to me like you know anything about me.” “I know a lot about you, probably more than your so-called friends do,” Salem snapped right back, grabbing onto her wrists. “I know your favorite color is dark blue and that you love your dark blue sweater, it’s your favorite. You wear it all the time even if Scyanatha scoffs about it getting old.” He paid attention to her, more often than he’d like to admit. “I know your favorite cereal is Captain Crunch, you like Shakespeare and that you would probably shank somebody to get to a Rachel Platten concert.” He should have paused to consider how creepy or desperate he was making himself look right now, but he honestly couldn’t be bothered. This was going to go really well or blow up in his face and either way, he was getting kind of tired of being in a secret relationship. “I also know that you work hard to organize events for the school and to get good grades and I don’t understand how someone so smart can be friends with people who are so awful.” He had more he wanted to say, but he didn’t get a chance to finish airing his thoughts as Imogen closed the distance between their faces and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was feverish and desperate with both of them still worked up over the fight. Imogen’s hands moved from his shoulders to his collar, pulling at his shirt. Salem’s hands slid down around her waist and he pressed her body closer to his. This wasn’t like the kisses they’d shared under the bleachers, it was more intense and frenzied. There was no elegance to it and neither of them seemed to mind. Minutes ticked by without either of them realizing it, Salem shifted their position, grabbing Imogen by the waist and lifting her up, so he could flip them around and press her up against the dingy bathroom wall. He lifted one of her legs to wrap around his waist as his lips trailed from her lips to her neck. His vampire thing was totally just an aesthetic, but he couldn’t deny that he got a little thrill out of being able to bite and suck on her neck like this. It would probably be a bad idea to leave a mark there, but he didn’t care. He cared even less when he felt her hand tug on the button of his jeans, the small movement being enough to make his heart beat so fast that he thought it might actually come out of his chest. This is it! This is it! The sudden banging on the door ensured that this was most certainly not it and made the two of them reel back and away from each other. “Hide in the corner,” Salem instructed Imogen before moving to the door and opening it just a crack. Black hair and a stupid, evil grin were waiting for him on the other side. “What the fuck, Date?” “I’m sorry to break up your little rendezvous, but the girls are ready to go home and I’m pretty sure someone is going to come looking for your little miss pretty soon.” Date’s smile only widened, “it wouldn’t be a good idea for you two to get caught like this.” Salem could tell by the smirk that Date’s silence was going to cost him something, but he was still riding too high to care. “Whatever,” he said before turning back to Imogen and having the decency to flush when he saw the small red mark just above her collarbone. “I’ll leave first so no one suspects anything. Also… you might want to cover your neck.” He left before she had a chance to look in the mirror and see what he was talking about. ~*~*~ Scyanatha’s tongue was all the way inside Seth’s mouth when the pair heard a rapping on the window. They had been getting hot and heavy in his expensive car for the last few minutes; so much so, that the windows fogged up. With a sound like a suction cup being wrenched from a wall, the couple disengaged and rolled down the passenger side window. Scy scowled when she saw the person lurking outside. “What do you want?” she snarled without a hint of shame at being caught with her skirt hiked up a full three inches higher than it was supposed to sit.

It was her older brother, Oidhan, looking as annoying as ever. He gave Seth a nod in greeting before turning to his sister and saying, “Mother wants to know when you’ll be coming in for dinner.” She rolled her eyes. It was so like her mom to send out the perfect son to check up on her. “Aren’t you supposed to be in college? What are you even doing here?” When he didn’t reply, she groaned. “Fine. Tell her I’ll be in in a minute.” She turned back to her boyfriend with a practiced pout. “I’m sorry, baby. Whenever my parents send Oidhan after me I know it’s serious.” She wondered if they had seen her latest credit card statement, that would explain them being mad at her. Seth didn’t even try to hide his disappointment. He pulled Scy back to him and kissed her long and hard before finally letting her go. “All right princess, text me when your mom is through being a nag.” It was times like this when he was the most thankful for having parents who were almost never home. Oidhan cleared his throat as obviously as possible from outside the car and Seth was immediately thankful for also being an only child. Fixing her skirt and top, Scyanatha crawled off her boyfriend’s lap and out of the car, sighing in barley contained irritation and trying not to pout when Seth’s car pulled out of the drive and took off down the road. “Thanks for ruining my night,” she spat at Oidhan, flicking her red hair over her shoulder snottily. They headed towards the large, pristine manor that her family inhabited. “Shouldn’t you be off rescuing orphans somewhere?” “I’m an immigration lawyer, I protect people from getting kicked out of the country they think of as home. It’s called being a decent human being, maybe you should give it a try.” Oidhan was now remembering why he avoided coming home to visit. Even the stuck-up politicians he had to deal with through work weren’t quite as insufferable as his sister could be. How their parents put up with her was beyond him, he would have shipped her off to military school years ago. “Whatever.” Scy waved her hand at him as if he was a gnat, not listening to a word he said. A shiny compact mirror was taken out of her pocket so she could fix her smeared lipstick and then closed with a satisfying snap. “You don’t get anywhere in life by being decent, moron, one day you’ll figure that out.” With that, Scyanatha threw open the front door and strode into the hall as if she were walking into a throne room.

By @guardians-of-las-vyxen & @yogiwithabook

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jessilynallendilla · 6 years ago

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THE CONCRETE MIXER

Witches cry out against Ettil who won’t fight with Mars against Earth, he encourages them. (good) His wife cries and Ettil explains that it’s foolish, Earth will destroy them. (yeah they have no immunity against the common cold) Outside he could hear the marching army. Ettil resolves to stay on Mars and read, (I would too) his father in law says he’ll be shot, “Who ever heard of a Martian not invading? Who!” p.210 Ettil shoves him out of the house only to be arrested and Ettil shouts his goodbye to his wife.

In his cell he watches the rockets take off. Another with Ettil’s illegal Earth books demands an explanation. Ettil says that’s the reason he won’t invade and to get it over with and shoot him. (badass) He points out the books are on Mars invading Earth, getting thwarted by a man named Rick, Mick, Bannon or Jick (what kinda name is Jick?) and failing. The official calls it treason, Ettil brings up that Earth has generations of children reading stories of Earth successfully defeating an invasion, Mars doesn’t. (point taken) Reading that gives them morale. “Their youth of reading just such fiction as this has given them faith we cannot equal.” p.212 The official says Ettil has a choice join the war or burn with his books, Ettil chooses to burn. (badass like that lady in Fahrenheit 451) As he watches his books burn in the courtyard, he sees his fearful son watching, (oh that’s low and cruel) he changes his mind.

As they march to the ship Ettil sees his wife crying, (does this woman do anything but cry?) the men are laughing and Ettil whispers that they’re off to destruction but changes to victory when someone overhears him. Everything about him is back on Mars but here you’re a robot to bring death to Earthmen. You’re already dead here. Ettil thinks it happened quick, one Earth rocket reverse engineered to make an invasion. And now they know all about Earth and its people, (from one rocket and not all our radio signals?) “And we shall pay the price for our brilliance…” p.215

They wait to attack when the silence is broken by an Earth radio signal. (see) William Sommers, president of a production company welcomes them. They renounced war and are unprepared for the invasion they welcome them and ask for mercy. Sommers calls them all brothers and the Martians think he is either mad or it’s a trick. (or both)

People waited at the tarmac, the Mayor, his wife, Miss California 1965, Miss America 1940, Mr. Biggest Grapefruit and the police holding back the crowd, a full welcome wagon band and rockets. The band plays California, Here I Come, Oh, You Golden State and Santa Clause Is Coming to Town with the lyrics changed to Martians. When they land the Mayor makes a speech about the benefit of the Martians, Miss America offers to kiss them, the band play How Do You Do, Everybody and Mr. Grapefruit gives them a two-ton truck of grapefruit. All of this starting at 1:30 and ending at 4:00. (well with the lack of professionalism aside at least they’re efficient)

One Martian is suspicious of all this and wants to kill them. (of course they would) All around people mingle and ask questions. Ettil says he can feel a subtle evil about this and they’re going to do something he can just can’t figure out what. “One huge mass of common men, loving dogs and cats and Martians equally. And yet-and yet-” p.219 The humans pass out free beer (it’s technically toxic to us what makes you think an alien you know nothing about can consume it?) and the Martians start to get sick on our food. (see no immunity) The assignor says they overdid their hospitality and orders them to town as other ships land.

They walk into town and get scared by women in a beauty parlor looking like undersea creatures. (is Ray Bradbury a Humans Are Space Orcs poster?) They would rush them shrieking, destroy their sensibilities and change them into husbands and working men who pays so they can come in here and eat their evil chocolates. (sexism mixed with space orcs) A few think they can control the women. (sexism) A few women call out to the Martians calling them cute, Ettil runs. (like you do)

Ettil sits at the park still in horror of the movie theatre. A woman gets his attention asking if he wants to go see a picture, everyone else is. He asks if that’s all they do, she says what else is there and laughs at the thought of reading. (air headed ditz) They do drive around and Ettil should get the new model. Then she says all his talk makes him sound like a communist they don’t stand for that, (this was written during the cold war it was all Americana during this time) they’ve been good to the Martians and let them invade. Ettil says that’s what he’s trying to understand, the woman says it’s because they’re big hearted and walk off.

Ettil tries to write a letter to his wife but is interrupted by an old woman and a girl with a tambourine asking if he’s been saved. (oh no) Ettil is confused asking if they’re in danger. The woman goes on that he’s in danger of the worst kind and “We saved lots already today. I saved three myself, of you Mars people. Ain’t we nice?” p.223 (no no you’re not) Then ask if he’s been baptized, Ettil is confused and asks if that’s like being shot. The woman goes on of how he’s being sinful and had an ignorant upbringing in those Martian schools that don’t teach the truth just lies (you’re right we do need to teach religion in schools let’s start with Islam) and if he wants to be happy, he needs to be baptized. (no you don’t)

She goes on describing peace, quiet, milk, honey and laughter and Ettil blurts out that Mars is a great planet like she described. She stops and asks if he’s joking, he says no, and the woman goes again that she wasn’t talking about nasty Mars and that it’s his type that will boil, suffer and be tortured. (yes insult a person their beliefs and homeland that will get them to listen to you and come to your side) He cuts her off, “I must admit Earth isn’t very nice. You described it beautifully.” p.224 Then pleads ignorance when she gets mad again and calls him a heathen. (All My Friends Are Heathens~) She gives him a pamphlet to the church if he wants baptized and goes down the street singing loudly that she’s happy. (and is promptly arrested for disturbing the peace)

Ettil writes to his wife again, that he was naïve to think Earthmen would counter attack with weapons. There are blond, pink, rubber robots that live in caves. They have large butts. They are hypnotized to watch movies for lengthy periods of time. And their only muscles are in their jaws from constantly chewing gum. (seriously read the actual story it’s chock full of Humans Are Space Orcs content) They’ve been dropped like seeds into a concrete mixer, (tiiii-tlllle) that is this civilization. They won’t survive, killed by kindness and “We will be destroyed not by the rocket but by the automobile…” p.225 Then right on time, there’s a car crash involving Earthmen and Martians. Ettil writes the statistics of car crashes, people made into jelly, the horror. (yeah car accidents can be pretty nasty)

Blood is all over the highway. Halloween is one of their holidays and he thinks that’s when they worship the automobile or something about death. (Space Orcs) He sees the army trapped in cinemas, by gum and witches. The Earthmen are killing them with romance. Then he writes that he will try to escape and may die and wishes love to their child. Confused about it all he leaves the park only knowing if he stays, he would own things that keep him here like a wife and a car. He sees the haunted faces of Earthmen. (…really?) A limo pulls up to Ettil and a man invites him in where they can talk. Ettil does. (stranger danger)

R.R. Van Plank orders Ettil a Manhattan, he works for Big Studios, he shakes Ettil’s hand which Ettil thinks is a message and Plank tells him of his idea, a movie about Earth being invaded by Mars. (you think it will be popular with all that’s going on?) He keeps talking about how he can give Ettil money and women from his black book, (ew) Ettil mistakes that the talk of peaches is about fruit. Plank doesn’t understand and explains his vision of Mars’s silver cities, Martians dancing around fires and tall blond Martian women. (is this cultural appropriation?) He won’t listen to Ettil when he says that Martian cities don’t look like that, they don’t dance around fires and Martian women are dark. Plank starts calling Ettil other names like Mac, Billy, Roscoe etc. because he says Ettil is a woman’s name (how?) and then goes on about his idea of a Martian woman saving the ship from a meteor. (of course)

Ettil asks why Earthmen are being nice to them, “We invade your planet, and you welcome us-everybody-like long-lost children.” p.229 (this has implications of imperialism) Plank explains everyone on Earth is common, the Martians envied Earth cities and were lonely. (mansplaining to Martians) He reasons they came down for Earth’s cities and women (of course) and they welcome them. There’s profit to be made, movies, dolls, games etc. and all the things Earth can sell to the Martians. (are the Martians sure they landed on Earth and not Ferenginar?) Ettil asks what R.R. stands for, it’s Richard Robert, the Ettil asks if people call him Rick. Plank says yes and Ettil starts laughing that he doesn’t have muscles, a lean jaw or a gun, just money, a ring and is overweight. Plank gets offended (I think anyone would if you called them fat) and Ettil says he’ll be the one who’ll conquer Mars and Plank tells him that he’s just a businessman wanting to corner the Martian market with cartoons, perfumes, dresses and shoes. Ettil tells him they don’t even wear shoes. Plank calls them Oakies (what people called Dust Bowl refugees from Oklahoma basically he’s calling them white/trailer trash) and they’ll shame everyone into wearing shoes, then nail polish. (modern advertisement I see) He asks Ettil if they’ve got a deal starting at two hundred a week. Ettil says he’s sick on the Manhattan, he starts turning blue (ok I’m really interested to see what these Martians look like) and steps out for fresh air.

Outside Ettil asks if all this is the reason they were taken in, Plank says yes, anytime Earthmen can make a buck and he leaves Ettil with his card. Ettil doesn’t know what to do now, he sees the rockets and hears the night life including the common occurrence of a Martian having a nervous breakdown in the compound from all the over stimulation. (learn to pace yourself) Ettil walks to the ships, the guards are drunk, (clearly the best for the job) and he wonders how many in the year will die from liver cirrhosis, kidney failure and suicide. He has to make a choice, stay on Earth and make movies lying about Mars, or steal a rocket and return. (quite the difficult choice there)

He thinks of their ancient cities and ancestral graves having nightclubs and casinos built into them. (replace the Martian context with Native American) He resolves to go to Mars to his wife and son and read his books for a few years until they’re invaded by neon. Then they could hide in the mountains until tourists come with their cameras. “War is a bad thing, but peace can be a living horror.” p.233 (traditions start to die and culture is trivialized and used as tourist fodder) He sees a car full of teenagers speed by pointing and yelling at him. He runs and before it hits him he thinks it’s strange that it sounds like a concrete mixer. (the somewhat ambiguous way it’s written I don’t know if this was an accident suicide or murder)

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capriswritingnartshenanigans · 6 years ago

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Romanced companions first kiss with female sole survivor? Could you include Nick and Deacon too?

#fallout 4 #fo4 companions #fo4 companions react #nick valentine #john hancock #deacon #piper #curie #cait #preston

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Gas station clerk Seb. Kind of a redneck jerk. Convinces you to blow him and let him take you out back and fuck you during break Over a stack of milk crates near the dumpsters because you’re a dirty girl and he knows it!

let’s start easy shall we ;) NSFW gifs under cut and some dirty talk like slut so if you don’t like it, leave.

“I still have another 3 hours you asshole!” You almost yelled into your phone, trying to see if you wanted an overdose of Red Bull or Monster because this fucking drive was horrible. Looking around, you didn’t see anyone else in the store so you continued your, slightly more swear-induced, rant.

“Son of a bitch I swear on your goose’s life I will shove this rice crispy so far up your ass you’ll see Kellogg’s in your dreams-”

“The mouth on ya…” You turned around as soon as you heard someone whispering near you, eyes almost falling out of their sockets when you saw the man looking at you and licking his lips when his eyes went to your legs.

“Yeah yeah I’m still here. Imma call you back.” You shoved the phone in your back pocket and leaned down to grab your bag, immediately hearing the same man groaning before he muttered something again. Five minutes later and you were sure he was following you around on purpose, and the worst part was, you weren’t freaked out by him. He looked hot as hell, and if he were to just grow out his hair a bit, oh man he’d be a lady killer.

Then again, he looked like he already was. That short buzzcut made him look more rugged in a way. Like he could fuck you anywhere at any moment and you’d still beg for more.

“Somethin I can help you with sweetheart?” You didn’t realize you’d been ogling the man but his comment made you flush, almost dropping your sodas and snacks. Ignoring him, you just walked to the counter and waited until whoever was working to ring you up.

“Well hello there dollface, you got everything sorted out?”

Okay, he was somehow better looking up close than earlier.

“Why thank you sweet cheeks…I’ll gladly help’ya out with anythin else! If you know what I mean.” He winked at you and rang you up, missing the horrid look you gave him.

“Excuse me?”

“You look like you need a stress reliever and I’ve been known to relieve some stress.” He was chewing his gum obnoxiously loudly and you hated how sure of himself he was, but honestly, he looked like he had the right equipment.

“Does that really work on girls?” You laughed at him, noticing the way his smile faltered before he started tapping his fingers.

“Nah…usually I take it nice and slow,” he smirked when he saw your reaction, “but you look like the kinda girl that wants a good dicking down without the foreplay.” If you weren’t surprised before, you were now. “And if you wait another ten minutes, I’ll show you a really good time outback. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.” He gave you the receipt and walked back to the food section, placing the snacks in their designated spot as if he did not just offer to have sex with you.

The smart you would have smacked him and walked out and drove. But the suddenly angry and horny part of you knew you needed to let out your frustrations one way or another and well, if the man offered…

You were so invested in thinking about this whole thing when a friendly knock made you jump. You pushed the car door and walked out, avoiding his gaze when he leaned back and crossed his arms. “Didn’t mean to frighten you sweetheart.”

“Oh go fuck yourself.” You suddenly became defensive, knowing this was the only way to avoid blushing at his little pet names. “Sebastian.” He responded, hands going around your back and leading you to the building.

“What?”

“You’ll need to scream a name love.” He was on you as soon as he shut the door, grabbing your hands and slaming them above your head. He pushed away when you moaned at his roughness, smiling wickedly before leaning down and nipping at the top of your breasts. “You like it rough…or you want me to take my sweet time with you?”

“Sebastian-”

“Nuh uhh. You want it rough. You want me to fuck this pussy? Make you cum all ova me? My cum leaking down your legs while you walk outta here? You dirty slut- you’d let me have my way with ya and beg for more..” Sebastian seemed amused at your state of incoherency, letting go of your hands and pulling on your hair.

“You’re gonna let me fuck your face then this pussy! Got it?” You nodded and almost tripped when he pulled you back until he sat down on a chair. “Suck me off you cockwhore.” You whimpered at his words, kneeling in front of him and palimg him through his pants before unzipping them and taking his cock out.

The man definitely had a reason to be cocky.

“Open your mouth baby…let me feel that tongue around me. Beautiful lips gonna look so good stretching around my cock.” You spat on the head of his dick before taking him in your mouth, your eyes beginning to water a bit because he was well endowed. You jerked him off while sucking hard on the hard tip, looking up and seeing him competely blissed out.

“Shit dollface your mouth is amazing. Take me deeper love…fucking-” He pushed you down on him, holding your head for a few seconds before letting go and massaging your cheek when you started coughing.

“So sexy baby..got me so hard with that filthy mouth of yours.” He kept on praisnig you and pulling on your hair every once in a while, his moans making you hornier and wishing he’d just take you.

“Fuck fuck I’m- come here..” He pulled you up and kissed your swollen lips, working on your jeans and pulling them down before spreading your legs and rubbing you through your panties. “Doll you’re so wet. My slut wants to be fucked in a storage room in the middle of nowhere. You’d do anything for me to shove that cock deep in you wouldn’t you.”

“Please…just- please Sebastian I want you. Make you feel so good.”

“Whatever the lady asks.” He stood up and pulled a condom out of his back pocket, rolling it on himself before bending down and grabbing your thighs. You squealed when he carried you and kissing you again, your legs automatically crossing around his hips. Supporting you with one arm, he thrust in slowly at first before grabbing your ass and spanking it.

“Fuckkkkkk you’re tight. Gonna make me cum so hard baby?” Sebastian shut his eyes and tried to focus on lasting a little longer. You felt so good wrapped around him he almost lost it. But then you moaned in his ears and his patience evaported.

“Bounce on my cock love. Ride me…fucking take your pleasure. Take out your frustrations on me.” He took your lips in a bruising kiss again, his hips fucking up into you quickly and loving the way you clenched around him.

“God this pussy was made for me…you like this love? You’re taking my cock so well I- I’m not gonna last much longer!” He took a few steps forward before you felt your back hit the wall, almost screaming when you felt his nimble fingers rub your clit.

“Oh fuck Oh Seb oh gaahd I- don’t stop…fucking don’t stop.” He kissed you again, this time out of fear because he knew he’d get fired as soon as his boss found out what he was doing. With a few more thrusts, he had you at the brink of pleasure and just when he pushed back a little harder, he felt your legs shaking, silencing your release with his tongue licking your own. Seconds later, he came with a cry, growling and swearing because he wanted the pleasure to last for as long as possible.

When it all became too much, he stopped and walked back on wobbly legs, sitting down on the chair and keeping you flush against him.

“We can scratch that off our list baby.” You whispered in his ears, laughing when he winced and told you to stop laughing because of his sensitive he was.

“You’re lucky the manager remembered me.”

“Oh come on you filmed Destroyer like two months ago.”

“I thought I already came?” Yeah alright, he deserved that shoulder punch.

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