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autumnleaves1991-blog · 4 years ago

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College AU Week 1 Day 2 - Javier Pena

A/N: Day 2 of the January AU challenge and 300 follower celebration! I had so much fun writing this one and if you want a second smutty part I could be persuaded to do it. Thank you for every reblog, comment, and like. :)

Pairing: Javier Pena x female reader

Warning: 18 + (language, mentions of drug/alcohol use, reader has an ex boyfriend)

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My friend dragged me to this party, and I just saw my ex quick make out with me.

Javier readjusted the tie in the mirror again for the twelfth time before ripping it off and opening up the top three buttons of the shirt. Tugging on his trusty leather jacket over the shirt and holstering his gun. Javier spent his life working as an on-campus security guard at the local University. Breaking up parties with underage drinking, busting students for narcotics use, and making sure they felt safe on campus. He took great pride in his job, and the pay wasn't awful. Although as he's gotten older over the last few years, he felt something was missing from his life.

He joined some of the dating sites and apps that his buddy Steve, a history professor, suggested. Steve had met his wife, Connie, on one of the sites, and they seemed happy with their new baby girl Olivia so why not. It was a disaster. The dates were dull and expensive, each of them expecting him to dish out for them. He still slept with all of them, but nothing lasted for more than an evening of fun. It was cheaper and easier to pick someone up in a bar than find a relationship with someone.

The newest guard at the station Daniel Van Ness had begged him to get out of the faculty party he had been assigned. Javier hated them just as much as the recruit, but by now, he had a few friends on the faculty, and it wouldn't be a total bore. He just needed to make sure no students crashed the party and that anyone who drank too much got home safe and not behind the wheel. It wasn't the most ideal event, but every dollar he made went back into the house fund. Javier had the goal of buying a house this year, and he was so close to making his goal.

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Across town, you readjusted the straps on your purple dress for the twelfth time. Faculty events were the bane of your existence. As a literature professor and the classics, you'd much rather spend the evening with a glass of whiskey, comfy couch, and a book. Instead, your friend Tata decided it would be fun if you tagged along this year.

You hated events like these, but the President of the University insisted on these events to raise funds for the school. Although with the outrageous amount of money they collect from students and the way they badger former students for donations, the school should be rolling in the dough.

Tata's husband was in commerce and owned a large shipping company across town. Tata ran the daycare the University used to teach students about business and childcare. She was one of the sweetest women you'd ever met, even if her husband did kind of give you the creeps.

Your phone chimes and you smile at the party emojis from Tata and reply back that your on the way. Grabbing your black lace shawl and tossing it over your shoulders and your purse, plopping in your phone and heading for the party. Who knows, maybe it would all turn out for the better?

Who the hell ever told you to be so optimistic? It's basically asking for trouble. The party was in full swing when you arrived. Well, as full swing as a party full of academics can be. The DJ was trying to play music people could dance to, but only a few were actually dancing, and it was mostly couples. Tata sees you instantly, and you almost groan at how effortless she looks. She's smaller than most people in the room, with cute shoulder-length brown hair that curls at the ends and a strapless purple dress with a thin see-through shawl around her shoulders.

"You made it," she squeals and pulls you into a hug.

You can't help but smile at her enthusiasm and return the hug, "Did you ever doubt me?"

"Of absolutely! If I hadn't threatened to come and drag you out of that apartment, you wouldn't be here. But I am very glad you here, now Pablo owes me money, he bet against you." She grins and pinches her fingers together.

"You and your husband had a bet to see if I would come to the faculty party?" You laugh, and she takes a sip, nodding.

"Yes, the business has been a little slow lately, and you know my husband is always planning what's next. I needed something to keep his mind on me."

You loved Tata, but her husband was really an asshole; you could smell the fake from a mile away. You see the bar and tell Tata you're going to get a drink, but she's already off like a butterfly floating around the room. You make your way over to the bar, order a whiskey on the rocks and take a small sip turning around the room and scoping out the scene.

Your eyes lock in on the movement in the corner. From the shadows emerges, someone new from the usual faculty crowd. He's tall and broad as hell in a black leather jacket thrown over a light blue button-up the top three buttons undone exposing his chest, tucked into dark wash jeans. You observe the holster around his waist tucked under the coat and the badge. He must be campus security, and it's almost like he can feel your eyes on him. He looks up from the shadows, and your eyes meet.

Holy fuck.

His eyes captivate you and suck you in like the swirling vortex of a tornado. Sucking you in deeper and deeper into his soul. It's electric. You see his lips curve up in a small smile, and his mustache rises, and all you can imagine is how it would feel against your lips if you kissed him. He takes a step in your direction, and you move a step closer before someone is shouting your name. You freeze and turn, looking at the door, mouth agape.

Your ex-boyfriend Roberto Ramos is striding over to you wearing tan dress pants and a blue and white striped polo. You grimace, looking back over towards the handsome stranger and then back at Poison. Tata's little nickname she came up with after you broke up and realized how honestly much of a scumbag he was. You make the split decision, and place down your drink and walk quickly over to the guard. He raises one eyebrow as you race over to him.

You throw your arms around his neck, and he places his on your waist. "Save me, please," you whisper, looking at him with wide eyes, "that's my ex over there, and I really want him to leave me alone. If it looks like we're here together, he won't approach."

"That one?" he nods, and you try to look over the corner of your eye and see Poison freeze watching you. You shake a yes and smile at the guard. "Seems like a fascinating guy," he deadpans, and you laugh, making him smile down at you. "What do you need me to do? Get rid of him? He's just staring at us." He whispers conspiratorially, grinning at you.

"Kiss me," the words are out of your mouth before you can think, "make out with me, and he will leave me alone." His smile drops, and he looks between your eyes and lips before nodding. His head drops, and he tentatively connects his lips with your own. He presses once then twice, taking a step closer to you and running his fingers up your neck and dipping your head back, deepening the kiss.

You gasp and grasp the lapels of his leather jacket, his arms winding around your shoulders and pulling you even closer, no space between you. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and you open, feeling him lick inside your mouth. His tongue tangling up with your own. You moan lowly, and he takes a step further into the shadows and into the hallway away from the party. Your back connects with the wall, and you let out a small grunt before you run your fingers through his hair and tug gently. He groans and pushes a knee between your legs spreading them—your panties rubbing against the fabric of his jeans. The feeling between your legs is enough to snap you back to reality.

"Wait," you pull away panting, he drops his head to your shoulder, letting out hurried breaths before he slowly raises his eyes, resting his forehead against yours.

"Too much?" he asks, nervously chuckling.

"Not enough, to be honest," you look into his eyes and smile. "That was...fucking amazing, but we shouldn't really have sex across the hall from a faculty party."

His cute little eyebrow raises again, "Oh, is that where this was headed? I thought you just needed me to escape your ex?"

You laugh, "Well, if he doesn't get the hint now, I think I may need to file a restraining order."

"I can help you with that if you need it," you smile and kiss him again, loving the feel of his mustache brushing against your lip.

"I don't think he will be a problem anymore, but...maybe I am a little nervous about going home right now, ya know, in case he shows up…"

"Well, we can't have that. Would you like to maybe spend the night over at my place?" You match his smile and nod, "for safety, right?"

"Oh yeah, for safety," you take his hand, and he intertwines your fingers.

"I need to stay till the end of the party for work," he looks down at his watch, "we got about two hours. Do you think you can make it that long?"

"Can I stay near you?" he nods, and raises your intertwined hands to his lips, and kisses your knuckles.

"On one condition," he teases, "you have to tell me your name." You laugh, letting him know your name, and he smiles, telling you his. Javier Pena. The name rolls off your tongue, and he groans before kissing you again. "This is going to be the longest two hours of my life."

"Well, if you make it through this party, I can tell you the after-party will be much for enjoyable." He moans, and his eyes darken.

"I can't wait."

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ferie-anon · 3 years ago

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(●’◡’●)ﾉ hey, I hope you could look at my signs and see which member in NCT (any sub unit) would you ship me with? My placements are: aries sun & mercury, aquarius moon, saggitarius rising, capricorn mars, and pisces venus:)) Thanks!💗

(Your moodboard)

Alrighty, aries sun with aquarius moon, so I see you are someone with strong opinions and stubborn of your own beliefs/views. Probably rlly active, physically and mentally, your thought process and randomness is always intriguing and inspiring for others. With aries mercury, you adhere genuine thoughts, honesty, and expect loyalty just as you are loyal and there for those you care about. With pisces venus, you are sweet, self-less in love, and it is quite balanced with your aries energy that you choose to give your all, and heart to those you trust. Also that emoji in your ask desc, is literally uwu your placements make for someone genuine/authentic, and you also desire/value those same things back. Your aquarius moon with sag rising, kinda makes you pretty easygoing/the impression, idk wut it is but you seem someone who is able to cheer up or bring light to others, aquarius moons are actually pretty funny imo, they rlly got this thing going on where ppl be loving them and they don’t even know who these ppl. With sag rising, I feel you may be pretty active irl in some aspect, maybe hanging out with friends? Or going somewhere/doing any activities. Your complexion/impression may be glowy/healthy, in the sense, or physically. Lastly, your capricorn mars pairs well with your pisces venus and everything imo, with capricorn mars you hold yourself to a certain set of work ethic of consistency, carry and are aware of the responsibility, and you also show through care of others by taking care of them in a way, capricorn mars are lowkey smoothly quiet when aiding someone. I appreciate capricorn mars grounding/consistent nature becuz you guys are always getting something done or mostly.

Your match in Nct is.... Johnny!

Johnny here has an aquarius sun with a gemini moon! Fun in many different ways and every type of moment with Johnny is quite not the typical norm, something that will always be unrestricting and free but mentally stimulating. (Well in Nct, not the norm seems often there lol) With double air in the big 3, his sun in aquarius makes him someone who is quietly resilient yet engaging and a bit distant from his true personal feelings to new ppl, as aquariuses open up once they feel like they’re comfortable with sharing their true emotions with someone they care and trust enough. After all, there’s many aspects and layers of Johnny from wut we have seen, his variety moments, then his serious and lowkey intimidating moments as he is one of the eldest, and him with his members, playing along with them and talking with them personally. Johnny has a lot of meme moments, or rather memes insert in many video compilation of nct, it’s either iconic or just very “johnny” of him in terms of thinking, but remains memorable in nct content which can show of aquarius innovation and making new statements(moments/events). His gemini moon makes him share his intellect of moving through his thoughts quickly, at times making him quite reflexive verbally and etc, and him being random at times becuz gemini moons are the type of brains that will go through so many ideas and thoughts that wut u see may be only a fraction or part of their wittiness and intellect. The first meeting of a scenario, would be the first day at campus/college or uni. Though you heard or thought you heard some screeches that were similar to a parrot, and spotted the noise coming from a tall boy who was chilling and fooling around with his friend group. 'Hmm wut was that lol', you chuckled to yourself as you rush to the entrance realizing you're nearly late.

(Johnny explaining the term “oh daddy” is iconic and so awkwardly hilarious in context)

Johnny's moon is in gemini, and these natives are logical, ends up attempting to rationalize emotions through why they feel this way, however they appear distant emotionally or rather not be upfront with taking of their emotions till someone close, as with their playful and spontaneous they are deep down emotionally vulnerable and caring of others but shown in a rather lighthearted and communicative way. Displayed, Johnny on camera and all doesn't seem to publically display or make known of his emotional moments and etc, and that despite being one of the oldest, they still care a lot and face other emotional conflicts innerly thought they don't display as much as they're seen as dependable and taking care of others as the oldest ones. With your aquarius moon, you both are similar in that your emotional needs and feelings aren’t directly channeled or displayed at first. With aqua moon, as they rather open up eventually to the one they find trust and closeness with, new ppl/acquaintances coming into the life may not get to fully grasp your emotional sense of thoughts and may only be able to get the notion of your somewhat detached nature/closed off to ones you have yet to trust or be close to. Both of you guys are inquisitive and observant, however aquarius moon are observant like self aware of the final outcome or contribute to the big picture of all the details they intake. While gemini moons notice detailed things and small tidbits and things that comes through their mind. You both will be able to grow more open and navigate through the emotional space and company of each other with the similarities and with some differences regarding your thinkings, it will be a good development of new perspectives for each other. The communication will be very expanded upon, both being active mentally-wise and bonding together will bring new topics/ease at expressing oneself.

His mercury is in aquarius. Aha, these ppl communicate in a very intriguing, funny/expressive way that isn’t typically boring in a way. Either fromt eh way they speak or present their explanation, there’s something that is expressively creative or genius-like in the out of norm examples or speech they draw out. Becuz they think from different approaches to explaining the issue or concept, they’re good at making “sense” in some form, and others being persuaded at times and seeing a different perspective with their logic. So combined with Johnny’s gemini moon, the creative juices of humor and words with his aquarius mercury makes him quite the fun and mentally stimulating conversationer, at one point he’s basically enlightening u with deep social issues topics and talking about thoughts, then springing up a new topic about ten being scared of fruits and coming up with theories and jokes (or he’s gonna switch the topic again lol). With your aries mercury, u would enjoy his active perspectives and logic, mostly u would challenge it with ur own opinion and perspective and u guys were talk extensively on it, tho it may lead to banter mainly u attempting to stand by ur point for some topics, and sometimes u both would be laughing it off during a convo becuz u both thought it was funny and agreed with each other. Spontaneity and intellect in the mix is an enjoyable rollercoaster ride lol.

He has venus in capricorn~ Cue Johnny explaining the term “oh daddy”, cuz he himself is lowkey one- jkjk on the pg rated side, there’s a sense of security and trust that comes with reliability of each other here, where Johnny would like to be able to provide that sense of secureness, whether emotionally, or “materially”, that ties with the bond and connection that is made and also initiates and desires stability. Johnny wouldn’t be very upfront regarding his affections and physical displayment of love or feelings, but it would be inherently noticed by you eventually, you may be a bit oblivious at first like “..? Oh he did something thoughtful becuz of me”. (Mark cheerleading in the audience: “oh dude he’s flirting”) Your pisces venus would give words of affirmations and selfless help and attentiveness at him, it may just be watching and wandering around him as you guys talk or eat. And he would also notice, tho similarly he may be a bit oblivious but probs realize quicker, ‘oh that’s why u said that-‘. I feel like you would initiate physical touch/skinship to express yourself, it may be subtle like hand holding or just playing around with his sleeve or hand. Johnny would be smiling softly inside, he would have a sliight lift of the corners of his lips in reaction to wut ur doing, cuz he wanna play it cool/he’s “totally not paying attention to wut ur doing”. Cute vibes yall.

Lastly, Johnny has mars in leo. Yuh, get into it, lol Johnny definitely is ambitious and also driven/puts it into action of it. The passion these placement exhibit and hold within their emotional desires and channel it through to get the success/outcome that they work for, Johnny is very talented in many aspects. Dancing and with a focus of the things they love, like for johnny being an idol, performing, interacting with fans international and in korea, and having a good time all through becuz that’s wut their heart is at. A focus/motivation that pushes through from their heart’s ambitious passion. (That probs didn’t make sense lol) Anyways paired with your capricorn mars, yall are power duo in this aspect of working till you meet ur goal/get that bag lol. In all seriousness, you both are ambitious, and where the amount of hard work lies is evident in both of yall. I would say leo mars are more reactive regarding their ambitions and dreams, linked to it in a firey manner or expression, like they’re charging through to it. Whereas your capricorn mars may be more pragmatic about the process but also charging through to meet ends of the goal. Though his leo mars does opposite your aquarius moon, the attraction drawn through each others difference in manners and execution is enough to create a expansion of new perspectives for each other as u guys spend more time. In the end u both will be able to understand each others own initiation and process of thinking and action, and the team work and work ethic together will be formidable to others ahaha.

Overall, it’s very interactive, fun, and a learning and experiencing relationship that is also calming in some aspects. The talkative couple, that would even say weird shit conversationally lol and everyone would not bat an eye becuz it’s “normal”. Goofing around and then being very close to each other that u both are comfortable in that aspect, so expressing your feelings to each other and dates would be cute and fun learning and experiencing from each other and hardships that you both face together to pull each other up for the better, very mutually caring. Yall are memey couple combined with intellectual sense of wisdom and care, and also power in focus of ur own passions and ambitions. The vibes you both exude together ->🍓✨🐠☀️🦭💅💞👯‍♀️📽 🍧 👜

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moncherifaerie · 4 years ago

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college student/choreographer!hoseok

y’all this concept is insane

especially with the gif i chose to go along with it

i feel like hoseok would definitely be a dance major because he’d wanna become a professional choreographer

honestly now that i think about it, he’d either go for dance or he’d go for his GED before training and working hard to collab with the pros

he doesn’t spend a lot of time on campus because he’s mostly working offsite at the local dance studios

even though you don’t see him on campus, everyone knows the name “jung hoseok”

he posts his dance videos on his youtube channel “hope on the street”

pretty much social media famous for his smooth and powerful dance moves and choreography

when he is on campus though, he works closely with his dance professor because they’re the pros here and could somehow get him somewhere

will also volunteer his time to work with the dance team on campus

rightfully becomes the president, leader, and choreographer of the dance team

although it seems like dance completely consumes hoseok’s life (which it kinda does) he also shares on his social media his fashion and positive reminders

he makes sure he checks in with everyone that’s close to him or who he works with so that everyone is at peace with their mind

that’s why when he goes to the studio on campus one day and notices you laying in the middle of the floor, he immediately thinks something’s wrong and panics

he’ll try to prop you up, but your eyes would fly open and let out a small surprised yelp when you see him there

hoseok would ask you what you were doing and when you tell him you’re practicing the choreography that you taught to the dance team, he’d feel reassured that everything was somewhat alright

but that still doesn’t calm his mind because he’s confused as to why you’re doing a solo practice and not waiting till the next dance team practice

when you share that you’re trying to perfect the details and expressions, he can’t help the tiny bit of fascination that grows in his chest

everyone that’s ever seen hoseok thought it was tedious of him to work on things as simple as facial expressions or the way one’s fingers should be tight together to create an effortless line, etc.

he doesn’t hesitate to work with you to help you understand the concept and image he’s trying to portray with the choreography he came up with

you both work together to better your performance

when it comes to the group practice, hoseok always brings up everything the two of you practiced and making sure everyone’s details and expressions are practiced and emphasized as well

the time you and hoseok spend collaborating together to build a stronger and better campus dance team, the closer you two get

and it’s obvious of your feelings towards each other because even your team members tease the both of you about how giddy you two have been lately

when a particularly major performance for you and your dance team come up, all feelings are pushed to the side and you all ensure to perfect this performance

after you all do the performance though and get first place, hoseok can’t help but pull you into a hug backstage

but the hug then leads to the two of you smashing your lips together

then pulling away from one another with flustered expressions and awkwardly trying to understand the series of events that lead up to that moment

but not much thinking was required because hoseok mustered up the courage to ask you on a date

so how can you say no to that?

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citizen-l · 3 years ago

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03. Dinner

Despite everything being white, the food was delicious. Apparently it was tradition that every weekend, if there were no other engagements, they would all gather in one of their places, usually it was Chen and Minseok's apartment since it was away from campus.

"Why does it have to be outside campus?" Chanyeol asked while biting into white asparagus.

"Baek, you wanna explain?" Minseok laughed.

"Loud music," Baekhyun said quickly and took a sip of water. The music in the background was some mild trap beats, pretty chill.

"You mean loud moaning," Jongin mumbled from the side and Baekhyun choked on water, which earned Jongin an upside on the head.

"Let's not make our new guest think we're savages!" exclaimed Poe's wife, Chanyeol couldn't remember her name.

"Well, now that you've mentioned, it'd be more awkward if we didn't explain it," Chen laughed.

"We tend to go a little wild, Chanyeol," Poe said. "Especially after a sufficient amount of drinks."

"I need a drink for this," Baekhyun sighed and got up.

"Have some wine," another ghost smirked.

"Not that," Baekhyun said, going into the kitchen and grabbing a beer from the fridge.

"It was probably our second or third gathering, and back then we had some...entertaining ideas," Chen explained.

"We thought it'd be fun to have a BDSM themed party," Minseok said bluntly. "And someone had the brilliant idea to get me drunk."

"How were we supposed to know you could down a keg without feeling tipsy?" Chen whined.

"Long story short, everyone ended up drunk except Minseok, and we took our theme a bit too seriously...in Baekhyun's apartment."

"Wait," Chanyeol didn't know if he wanted to laugh or be horrified. "Where was Sehun?"

Baekhyun was still in the kitchen with his back to everyone, his ears redder than his pink hair.

"The roommate?" Chen asked. "Probably at some party. It was during Halloween, I think."

"Aren't you gonna tell him the worst part?" Baekhyun returned with his beer. "How the neighbors called the cops and we had to explain why we were dressed in harness and handcuffs?"

Chanyeol choked on the potato.

"It was Halloween," Chen said innocently.

"Or why someone was bound to the bed," Minseok raised a brow at Chen.

"Role play."

"Yeah, it didn't end well, and I'm never going through that again," Baekhyun said. "You wanna have your sexcapades, you can have it in your own apartment."

"If I remember correctly," Chen started, but was soon silenced with a kick under the table by Baekhyun.

Well, that was...interesting.

“Don’t worry, we try not to go overboard after that incident,” Chen reassured Chanyeol.

“Sure,” Jongin grumbled, and everyone laughed.

“Oh, that was all your fault,” Poe said. “Jongin’s initiation was legendary.”

“Initiation?” Chanyeol was confused, they sounded like a cult.

“Yeah, Jongin wasn’t part of our original friend circle,” Minseok explained. “Some of them left after the first few parties, but we loved this, so we thought why not invite more people who’d like this.”

“And,” Chen added. “We just wanted to make more friends who are like us.”

“I was nothing like you lot,” Jongin said in the most dramatic way possible, which only proved Chen’s point.

“Well, we thought differently,” Baekhyun said. “And he was already friends with us in class so he was the perfect candidate.”

“It feels like you wanted him to join your cult,” Chanyeol said and Baekhyun’s cheeks lit up with a smile.

“That’s exactly what it was!” Jongin said exasperatedly. “They lured me in, invited me to a party telling me they wanted to get to know me more, and I thought I was this special guy who caught the eyes of his seniors.”

“Jongin, you are a special guy!” Chen lifted his glass.

“Well, turns out,” Jongin ignored the interruption. “They thought it’d be fun to have a horror themed party, for a guy who can’t even tolerate the idea of ghosts.”

“Oh man, I still remember your screams,” Medusa laughed.

“And remember how he thought Taemin was a real ghost because of his long hair and make up,” the brunette, Soyeon, wiped a tear.

“I was kinda proud of that performance,” Lucifer, Taemin, smiled. “I just wish we recorded it all.”

“Thank god, nobody thought of it,” Jongin gulped down his wine.

They went on with their banters and laughter, Chanyeol honestly felt special that they were willing to share this with him. He genuinely enjoyed being there among this eccentric group of people. None of his other friends were like this, this wasn’t the usual crowd he hung out with. His usual friends were music people, and they were usually busy mixing tapes, participating in recitals, or playing a gig at some quaint bar on weekends. He occasionally saw them at parties on campus outside of class, or at times when they had group projects. None as close enough to call them up for a weekend get together.

Or maybe Chanyeol wasn’t the type of person who got close to people.

It wasn’t a lie that he usually avoided people and large gatherings. Sehun usually took matters into his own hands to get Chanyeol out of his room and into the world. But lately, Sehun was too preoccupied with Junmyeon to have time for his best friend. And it wasn’t that Chanyeol minded, per se. It was just that, he now realized he never felt like he actually enjoyed the company of others as much as he was enjoying this dinner party.

“Alright, time for cake,” Baekhyun said.

“I’ll get them,” Chanyeol said before Baekhyun got up. The cakes were heavy after all the decorating was done. And even though Baekhyun made sure to hide his bandage under the frills of his shirt, Chanyeol hadn’t forgotten.

“I’ll help,” Chen said and came with Chanyeol to the kitchen. “You having fun?”

Chanyeol at first didn’t realize Chen was talking to him until he saw Peter Pan waiting for him to answer. “Oh yeah, not what I was expecting when I was invited, but this is really nice.”

“I’m glad,” Chen brought out small plates.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Chanyeol waited as Chen started to cut the cakes. “Why did you guys invite me?”

“Why do you ask?” Chen laughed.

“Well, because, from what I gathered, you guys don’t invite just anyone on a whim to this party,” Chanyeol said. “This is, I think, very important to all of you. And I’m a stranger, practically.”

“The fact that you understand is reason enough to think inviting you was a great decision,” Chen said. “Yes, this is important. But we’re not a cult, despite how we might act sometimes. And we like making new friends.”

Chanyeol can understand that, but it still felt like a weak explanation.

“There is also the fact that you saved Baek, and he wouldn’t shut up about you,” Chen laughed.

Chanyeol stopped and stared. Okay?

“Half of us actually thought he was making shit up after what happened yesterday,” Chen said. “So when you showed up, we just couldn’t contain our curiosity about you, I guess.”

“What happened yesterday? You mean me showing up at Baekhyun’s place and scaring him half to death which led to everything else?” Chanyeol said while gathering the plates and forks.

“Uh, yeah, crazy chain of events,” Chen laughed after a while. “Let’s go.”

“You didn’t think it was going to be over so soon, did you?”

Of course he did. Chanyeol didn’t think this dinner party would be anything more than a dinner party. Apparently, he was wrong.

They got on their coats and decided to walk a few blocks down to another place. Chanyeol kind of enjoyed the procession, people staring while trying to be discreet about it but failing. A group of people in white clothes, white coats, walking down the sidewalk without a care, laughing and talking as if nobody else is on the street. Chanyeol was somewhat jealous, that kinda confidence only came with being surrounded by supportive and like-minded people.

“You okay? Enjoying yourself?” Baekhyun lightly jabbed an elbow to his side.

“Yeah, you?” Chanyeol asked. “How’s your hand?”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine. I hope my friends didn’t scare you or anything. They can be a bit much sometimes.”

“Nah, they’re pretty amazing people. You have cool friends,” Chanyeol said and watched Baekhyun’s cheeks redden as he smiled. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Baekhyun laughed. “Wait till the night is over, I’d feel lucky if you don’t run away embarrassed.”

“Why would I be embarrassed?”

The place they arrived at was some kind of a club. Rainbow lights hung under an open space, the bar at one end seemed too well stocked and overcrowded. Chanyeol didn’t know what this was, but he loved it. The music was upbeat, but not too loud or annoying, he appreciated good music. People danced, some sat in garden chairs around small tables. This felt like a backyard turned into a nightclub, but Chanyeol loved the relaxed vibe.

“Hey! How was the party?” The bartender asked before Soyeon practically jumped over the bar to kiss him.

“Ugh get a room,” Jongin scrunched his nose and moved over to the dance floor.

There was definitely something in his voice, Chanyeol would have to be deaf to not notice.

“They used to date,” Baekhyun whispered beside him. “Jongin and Lay, didn’t work out.”

Judging by the blissed out smile Lay the bartender was giving Soyeon, he was pretty okay with things not working out with Jongin. Jongin, evidently, was not. But he didn’t linger, laughing and pulling the Medusa, Jessi, into a spin towards the dance floor. Jessi in turn grabbed Baekhyun and before Chanyeol knew it, he was sitting with Poe and his bride at a table nursing a beer and watching people laugh and dance in all their white glory.

“So, how did you like our party?” Poe’s wife, Lisa, asked in conversation.

“Not what I expected,” Chanyeol said. “But it was very enjoyable, thank you for having me.”

“I was a bit skeptical about you, not gonna lie,” Poe asked, Chanyeol couldn’t remember his name, he wasn’t at the rehearsal earlier that day. “The last time Baekhyun brought someone, it was a bit of a disaster.”

“We don’t talk about it,” Lisa joked. “And after Baekhyun told us what happened with you last night, we were sort of too eager to know who you were. Minseok legit thought Baek made you up.”

“Yeah, he does that a lot,” Poe said. “Bit of a drama queen. So how long have you two been dating?”

Chanyeol spat out his beer, coughing ridiculously. He genuinely did not see that coming.

“Uh, we’re not, we’re not together, or dating, or anything like that,” Chanyeol said once he drank some water from the bottle Lisa gave him.

“But, you were at his place, I thought…”

“No, nothing like that,” Chanyeol said. “His roommate is my friend, Sehun, he’s dating my roommate. And...yeah.”

How to say you got kicked out of your own place because two people wanted to bang without being embarrassed? You couldn’t. Chanyeol hoped he didn’t have to elaborate further.

“Oh! So that’s why Baek said he got scared when you showed up out of the blue,” Lisa laughed. “We just thought you surprised him after your date tomorrow.”

“Nah, I wasn’t his date. I was told he would be out so I would spend the night alone in Sehun’s room. Didn’t think he’d be home.”

Poe and Lisa exchanged some worried glances but they didn’t say anything further. Chanyeol sipped his beer and tried not to be too obvious about watching two Victorian ghosts dancing with Medusa.

“You don’t dance?” Baekhyun asked as he sat down beside Chanyeol.

“Not if I can help it,” Chanyeol said.

“Alright, Darcy,” Baekhyun laughed.

“Who?”

“So what have you been doing sitting here all alone?”

It had been a while since Poe and Lisa went on to dance, asking Chanyeol to join a few times but leaving eventually when he wasn’t budging.

“Just enjoying the scene, vibing. This place is pretty cool, I like the music,” Chanyeol said.

“Yeah, Lay makes music like you, he’s older though, maybe two years your senior. He’d have joined the dinner if he didn’t have to take up an emergency shift tonight.”

“So how many are part of the cult?” Chanyeol asked jokingly, getting a giggle out of Baekhyun. Worth it.

“There’s me, Minseok, and Jongdae, I mean Chen. We’re the originals,” Baekhyun giggled again. “Then Jessi, Lisa, Taemin, Lay. We brought in Jongin, Lisa brought in her boyfriend Justin. And Lay invited Soyeon.”

“And you invited me,” Chanyeol said.

“Yeah. There were a few more, they didn’t quite vibe with us much, left after a while.”

“Justin said you brought someone else long ago,” Chanyeol said before he could stop himself. He really didn’t plan to ask, he didn’t want to overstep, especially after Lisa said they don’t talk about it. But he couldn’t help it. And judging by the stiffness of Baekhyun’s shoulders, he made a mistake. He tried to lessen the damage. “Did they leave as well?”

“Uh, yeah, we didn’t really have...he had a falling out with us. So we sort of stopped interacting.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be, he was a little bitch.”

Baekhyun didn’t say anything afterward, so Chanyeol decided to change the subject.

“So, you guys come here every week?”

“No, not really. Depends. If we decide to drink too much, we usually stay over and don’t go out. If there is something special going on, like the carnival a few weeks back, we usually go for a visit. Tonight was a special occasion, your initiation, and also, Lay missed the dinner, so Minseok wanted to bring him some food and cake.”

“My initiation,” the words finally registered. “Does that mean I’m part of the cult now?”

“It’s not a cult, don’t be dramatic,” Baekhyun laughed. “But yes, you’re part of it, which means you’ll be invited to all future dinners, unless you don’t want to be a participant, which is cool too. No pressure. But if you do decide to join, you might want to be more serious about the themes. Chen said Minseok is planning something big for the winter solstice, maybe a Greek Mythology theme. Dibs on Apollo, if that happens.”

“Okay.”

“You think we’re crazy.”

“I don’t think you’re crazy,” Chanyeol said honestly. Eccentric, yes. Not crazy, though. It was actually kinda interesting, fun too. And every one of these people that Chanyeol got to talk to seemed very intelligent so far. They had arguments about Euripides and Bernard Shaw while eating cake, and Chanyeol enjoyed it even though he couldn’t understand one bit what was going on.

“It’s a getaway,” Baekhyun asked as he watched his friends dance and laugh and make fun of each other. “This started as a sort of intervention, a gathering to talk out problems and be civil about it, have dinner, talk things out, have fun. And now it’s like we’re committed. I missed maybe two dinners since we started this last year, and both times I felt like crap afterwards. It’s become a confort.”

It reminded Chanyeol of family brunches on weekends, except there usually weren’t much comfort these days. But he understood the sentiment. And to be invited to be a part of it was a huge deal. To be invited by Baekhyun at that, who has not invited anyone except him and one other person, that person turning out to be not the friend they hoped for, Chanyeol felt some pressure about making a good impression just so Baekhyun won’t have a hard time with his friends.

“I hope you friends didn’t dislike me,” Chanyeol said.

“Oh, trust me, they liked you,” Baekhyun said. “They threatened to not let me in without you next time. It’s an empty threat, don’t worry. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Right. Well, now, Chanyeol sort of wanted to attend dinner next week. Maybe he can bring some of his famous savory dishes.

It should alarm Chanyeol that he was thinking about cooking for a dozen people just to attend a dinner so Baekhyun didn’t look bad to his friends. It should alarm him, but he liked spending time with them, with Baekhyun. Enough to dress up again and cook food.

Either something was definitely wrong with him, or that one kiss was getting to his head.

Ask him, a voice in his head screamed at him. Ask him!

But what would Baekhyun answer?

It was just to thank him for taking care of Baekhyun?

The kiss wasn’t that heated, if Chanyeol was being honest with himself. A chaste goodbye kiss. That tasted like strawberries.

“Chanyeol?” Baekhyun asked, and it looked like he’d been calling his name for a while now. “How much did you drink?” He laughed.

“Not much,” Chanyeol said.

“Your face looks pretty red, you sure you’re not drunk?”

“I’m sure,” Chanyeol wasn’t even tipsy. He’d just been daydreaming about a stupid kiss.

“Well, it’s pretty late. Everyone else is staying over so they’ll probably be here another hour or so. Do you want to stay?”

“Are you leaving?” Chanyeol asked and Baekhyun nodded. “You’re not staying over. Because of me?”

“No, I just like my bed,” Baekhyun said. “I can drop you off if you don’t want to stay here anymore.”

“Okay.”

Maybe Chanyeol was a tiny bit tipsy, that was the only reason he could come up with to explain why he was thinking about Baekhyun’s bed.

“Are you sure you’re sober enough to drive though?” Chanyeol asked when he could think straight again.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I just had one beer tonight, I don’t drink much. Lightweight.”

They said their goodbyes and walked over to the apartment to get the car. They were on the road when Chanyeol got a text from Sehun.

“Stay over at my place, Baek will let you in.”

For some reason, the text made Chanyeol incredibly angry. The nerve! Sehun barely responded to any of Chanyeol’s texts or calls the whole day, and then, he had the nerve to tell Chanyeol that he couldn’t stay at his own home because…

“Uh, not to sound rude, but would it be okay if I stayed over at your place tonight?”

“Your roommate and Sehun at it again?” Baekhyun laughed.

Chanyeol just sighed. He was getting too tired of Junmyeon and Sehun acting like teenagers. If they wanted to spend every night together, they might as well move in together and leave Chanyeol his meager place.

“Don’t worry, you can stay over.”

Chanyeol sighed again, for a different reason.

#exo #chanbaek #chanyeol #byun baekhyun #alternate universe #university au #fluff #ao3 writer #writeblr #writers on tumblr #my writing #writing #fanfic

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mere-mortifer · 5 years ago

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Valentine’s Day Exchange 🎈 Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who took part in the exchange! Some works are still being updated, and others will be posted in the next few days, but I didn’t want to post this too long after Valentine’s day itself.

❧ Ships:

Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris

Richie Tozier/Mike Hanlon

Mike Hanlon/Stanley Uris

Stanely Uris/Bill Denbrough

Bill Denbrough/Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh/Stanley Uris/Richie Tozier

🎈 Ao3 collection 🎈 | Links and summaries after the cut!

Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

❧ by @illwriteyouatragedy

1. cherry cordial | E | 1/1 He’s staring down hard at his phone, scrolling aimlessly through Facebook without reading anything, when someone bumps into him. Whoever it is grabs the pole, their hands brushing against each other’s. Right in his ear, the guy says, “Fucking shit, you’re hot.” Eddie’s head jerks up, startled, and he meets the bright blue eyes of a man at least eight inches taller than him. The guy’s got a pink knit cap tugged down over his head and a spill of curls falling down from it, his glasses fogging up in the warmth of the train car. “What?” Eddie demands.

2. dark chocolate strawberries | T | 1/1 The way Eddie's looking at Stan— Richie’s been on the receiving end of enough of Eddie’s playfully-mad looks to know this isn’t one of them. His heart starts pounding again. He has to be overthinking things. There’s no fucking way he’s not. After all this time, how could he not be, since— Well. Then again, what the fuck does he have to lose? Maybe it’s the boxed wine talking, or the fact that his ability to keep in his own secret is hanging on by a fucking thread, or the way Eddie truly seems pissed that other people are kissing Richie like this, but— Regardless. Regardless, Richie wants to keep testing this theory.

❧ We reconnected by @kaspbrak-tozier-reddie | T | 1/1 Eddie had unexpectedly arranged a date for valentine's day with a guy who he had met online just to get over his nemesis, Richie. Richie owns a tattoo parlour right by Eddie's innocent flower shop but with Richie's loud music, Eddie is at a constant battle to keep his customers in the shop rather them leaving.

No matter how obnoxious and frustrating Richie is, Eddie can't help but wonder if the boy he knew before high school is still in there. Especially when he loses a fight with his store gate and Richie patches him up. If only Eddie could love his online friend as much as he loves Richie.

❧ You Don’t Even Like Boys by @tinyangryeddie | E | 1/1 The sign for the event looks significantly different than the invitation. “A Valentine’s dance?” Eddie squeaks at him, grinding his rolly suitcase to a halt. Sure enough, a loopy red cursive “after-auction Valentine’s Day dance” accompanies the ridiculous imagery. Richie wants to laugh - or maybe cry - it’s hard to tell the difference with Eddie staring at him like he personally assigned the theme and bought the tacky heart-shaped balloons to pile into the lobby. “I didn’t… know,” is all Richie can come up with.

❧ One for the money, two for the show by @mere-mortifer-writing | E | 1/3 Richie's not sure if he's about to get punched or something more pleasant, and as he's placing a bet with himself on which option is more likely, the stranger surges up to close the distance between them, and suddenly they're kissing. Or: Richie is a famous actor, and Eddie a college student who has never hear of him before. When they get papped arguing in public about a bad parking job, the media spins to story to make Richie seem like an homophobic asshole-nevermind that Eddie and him were already making out minutes after the photos were taken. There's one obvious way to clear Richie's name: pretend that Eddie and him had been dating all along.

❧ Sweet Like Sugar Venom by @sippingonsouthernrains | M | 1/1 Being Eddie’s sugar baby was nice. Being Richie’s was fun. Being both? Fucking exhausting. Or, the thrilling tale of one Stanley Uris acting as the human-embodiment of an eye roll as Richie and Eddie claim to compete for his affections. Of course, Stan recognizes that they’re only competing for each other’s affections, and it takes about two minutes for him to get completely tired of being in the middle of it.

❧ It’s not gay if you’re practicing to kiss girls! by @space-is-out-there | G | 1/1 Richie gets the losers invited to one of the biggest parties of the year! They’re prepared for booze, music, and lots of spin the bottle. The only issue? Eddie and Richie have never kissed anyone before and wouldn’t know where to start! Haha... unless 😳

❧ little pieces of nothing that fall by @spunknbite | E | 1/1 Eddie shook his head, lips quirking upwards in a confused half-smile that Richie was immediately drawn to. “You seem stupid familiar,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t think we know each other,” Richie replied, then added, like the moron he was, “I’d remember you.” This guy wasn’t the sort you forgot. Or, the one where it's 1998 and Richie sits down at the bar next to an asshole with a Palm Pilot.

❧ He loves me, he loves me not by Sirius_1910 | T | 1/1 With Valentine's Day coming and the Losers getting together to celebrate at the clubhouse, two boys try speaking feelings, but forget how messy they are on a daily basis.

❧ Red washcloths and Bloody knuckles. by @toziersspaghettihead | T | 3/3 This shit should’ve been easy, y’know? You pretend to date your best friend so everyone else thinks you have found your soulmate. Richie had been praying for years that he would find the person made specifically for him. However at seventeen and he had yet to have his soulmark- It was concerning, He was starting to think that.. Maybe, Well maybe he was just one of the unlucky few that never found their other half. So the plan came along easily, One day- He was sprawled out on his bed, His best friend. It was late August and he was fucking melting in the heat, Eddie had his legs on top of Richie’s just laid out trying to cool off, With a Comic held above his face. Richie wasn’t as easily distracted that day, He was lost in thought, His music blaring- He prefered loud obnoxious songs any day compared to silence. Yet, His thoughts were running rampant. “Eds, Do you think I’ll ever find my soulmate?” The question had Eddie seizing. “Yeah, Obviously..Everyone has them.” He dropped his comic down onto the bed and sat himself up.

❧ simple words by @birightsrichie | T | 1/1 Eddie had spent his entire life dreading meeting his soulmate. Mainly because the first thing said soulmate was going to say to him was, "Do you come here often?" and Eddie did not want to spend his life with the type of person that would say something like that. He figured they would be extremely annoying and cheesy and probably a bit of an asshole, too.

❧ Bolt by Satanders | T | 1/1 It's their first Valentine's day together and Eddie wants to surprise Richie, but Richie is not easily romanceable...

❧ Fake It ‘Till You Make It by Jojosugay | G | 1/1 Richie takes Eddie to his managers valentine's day party pretending to be married.

❧ Welcome to the losers club by jack05writes | T | 1/1 Since bill had quit as the bassist of the losers club, he desperately needed replacing... Enter eddie kaspbrak.

❧ the townhouse by uhohcanteen | E | 1/1 richie snaps out of it faster than pennywise had anticipated. now, as richie rolls them both out of the way and start running away, they have got a lot ahead of them, including a night to remember.

❧ Just Another Coffee Shop AU by @stardust-writer | T | 1/1 “You’re just jealous,” his friend Beverly would say. “You wish your lonely ass had someone to make out with today, but you’re stuck with me, a strictly platonic best friend.” “Correction, I was stuck with you,” Eddie says, holding up a finger. “Now that you’re dating Ben, I am, as you put it, a lonely ass.” Beverly laughs and then pulls him along, trying to appease her friend. And it’s not like she was wrong, Eddie just didn’t like to admit she was right. Because she tended to get smug when she was right and that was almost all the time. He already had to put up with it on a daily basis, he would rather it didn’t double on this godforsaken holiday. Or: It's Valentine's Day and Eddie is single.

❧ Illegal Moves by @northwindscookie | T | 1/1 Pizza plus beer plus our two favorite gay dumbasses equals a recipe for a Reddie's Valentine's Day.

Bill Denbrough/Ben Hanscom

❧ butterflies and storms and ooey-gooey feelings by @lo-v-ers | T | 1/1 Ben Hanscom is the human definition of sunshine weaved into a warm heart and a generous soul and everything good that a person could possibly be. They met in their English 101 class freshman year, and they just clicked, and Bill has never felt as understood as he did when Ben looked him in the eyes and smiled and nodded and spoke with wisdom that an eighteen year old shouldn’t have. (Ben looks at Bill and sees the stars, glimmering and beautiful and breathtaking. He looks when Bill isn’t looking and he smiles and feels his heart flutter with joy and something else, but Bill doesn’t know that.) (At least, he doesn’t know it yet.)

Mike Hanlon/Richie Tozier

❧ head in the clouds but my gravity's centered by @queermccoy | G | 1/1 “There’s a situation,” he tells Eddie, who is sitting at his desk surrounded by textbooks and yellow legal pads filled with drawings of complex chemical and Matchbox 20 lyrics. “What is it?” Eddie asks, dropping his pen and turning in his rickety chair. There’s an edge of panic in his tone, like he isn’t there yet but could be in no time at all. “Mike Hanlon asked me to go see a movie!” Richie practically yells, hands in the air. He’s still huffing and puffing from running through campus and up the stairs. “So?” Eddie blinks, “We see movies with Mikey all the time. How is that a situation?” “Because he asked me to go out on Valentine’s Day!” Richie says and falls on his bed dramatically.

Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris

❧ making out is hard to do by winkyjinki | T | 1/1 With Valentine's Day coming up, Stanley Uris faces his biggest challenge since defeating an evil clown: getting his first kiss.

❧ The Truth Is That I Think I've Had Enough by @reddie4thesinbin | E | 1/1 For the first time since Stan developed feelings for his best friend, Richie was finally single on Valentine’s Day, and Stan was fully planning on taking advantage of it. He invited Richie on a camping trip, just wanting one night where he could pretend, but Richie had different plans.

❧ Moon Secrets by @the-ben-handsome | T | 1/1 When it gets to be a certain hour of the night is when everything gets all weird; truth or dare reveals secrets shared under the moonlight.

Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris

❧ The Bluejay In The Corner by @adore-affection | T | 1/? He couldn’t keep it in any longer, but he couldn’t just tell someone, it was too dangerous. When he got up to his room he pulled out a thick page of blue stationery and began to write.

❧ Reasons Why I Want To Fuck My Student's Brother by @aleckisverygay | Not rated | 4/4 When Richie and Stanley find themselves hard-pressed for money, they decide to go job hunting in order to afford their bills and keep from being thrown onto the street in the middle of January. Little does Stanley know, a tutoring job quickly turns to something more when he meets Bill Denbrough, his student’s charming brother. Shenanigans ensue, Stanley has a sexual awakening and Georgie is hell-bent on hooking his brother up with the cute tutor.

Who knew a story about rampant libidos could be so emotionally fulfilling and have, like, meaning?

Mike Hanlon/Stanley Uris

❧ Happiness and Love Revolve Around You by CoolestLemon | M | 1/1 A cute little peek into Mike and Stan's relationship, especially as they try to buy their dream home.

Beverly Marsh/Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris

❧ Our Man-At-Arms by SevlinRipley | T | 1/1 Beverly is often the one to pull the trigger.

#reddie #stenbrough #hanbrough #stozier #it #reddie rec list #it rec list #it chapter one #it chapter two #reddie fanfic #stenbrough fanfic #hanbrough fanfic #stozier fanfic

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ruewrites · 4 years ago

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We’re Blooming Together Chapter 7: A Little Flirting Never Hurt

AO3

Ships: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 4197

Warnings: None

Chapter 1-Chapter 2-Chapter 3-Chapter 4-Chapter 5-Chapter 6-Chapter 7-Chapter 8-Chapter 9-Chapter 10-Chapter 11-Chapter 12

“So, tomorrow’s my project,” Asmo purred into his phone, twisting a strand of hair on his index finger, “You ready to be the most handsome model in the entire room?”

He’d been trying to teeter on the line of flirtation. Self restraining be damned, but he couldn’t just come right out right and say it. No. That would ruin the fun of the chase. He knew, and now he had to let Solomon know he knew. Then when he did confess it would make it all that much sweeter.

Solomon chuckled on the other side of the receiver and shift around, “You sound awfully confident in that idea. What makes you so sure I’d be the most handsome model in the room?”

Asmo giggled and bit his lip, “Oh believe me, I just know .” Now he’d be able to fully appreciate Solomon in the outfit he made for him. It fit him so nicely and made him look just like some of the models he used to save from magazines. “Maybe you could even pin your hair back for me! Oh you’d look just like a professional!” Asmo couldn’t stop the way his voice raised. Oh just the image of Solomon with his hair styled just so-! It was almost too much for him to bear!

Maybe he should make his new line of clothing focusing on smart being the new sexy, but have it centered around Solomon. He could focus on the secretive aspects of him. Oh it could be so wonderful…

Or he could focus on the feeling in his chest. It had always been there, but now it was finally coming to fruition. He was allowing himself to nurture and care for it, and it was finally blooming. He already had ideas swimming around in his head. Reaching out for his sketchbook and started on the outline of the design. Maybe he should make it a set?

“You told your profs that you wouldn’t be in right? I wanna make sure I make you look absolutely stunning when I present you to my class. Not that you’re not incredibly hot already,” Asmo smiled, “I just need to make sure my touch ups give you justice.” It would also give him more alone time with Solomon, which, in the end, is what he really wanted.

“You’re sure we can’t just do it on campus? I can change in a bathroom stall.”

Asmo made a noise akin to that of a goose being strangled at the sheer thought alone. He couldn’t even form a sentence. The audacity of this man. He almost ruined his newest idea… Almost.

“Alright, I can hear the no. Don’t worry I’ll be over, and then I will be at your mercy.”

That was certainly interesting wording.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Oh that is far from my intent.”

Was Asmo reading too much into this? Perhaps. But it didn’t stop the warmth continuously coursing through him. Maybe he should use a deeper red and fade it into yellow? He really wanted to capture the warmth, how it unfurled in layers, each one a little more intense than the last. It was a slow progression that required nourishment and care in order for it to thrive.

Does this mean that Solomon had had feelings for him all this time too?

Honestly, the thought made Asmo want to smack himself. All this time, they’d been dancing around each other. He shouldn’t be surprised that Solomon liked him, there were so many things to love about Asmo. After all, all of his past lovers and partners had loved him in their own ways (right?). Each one had wanted him to some degree, each one hadn’t been ashamed to show him off, and each one had made him feel…. something . But the idea of Solomon loving him still made him dizzy and warm.

“So,” Asmo started slowly, “You trust being in my capable hands? I guess I shouldn’t disappoint you then.”

“Oh I’m sure you won’t, and I’m also sure that you’ll ace your assignment. You always put so much work into them.” Solomon’s words made Asmo’s heart flutter. Just the way he said them, it was so genuine, so wonderfully Solomon.

“You could stay the night and then you wouldn’t have to worry about coming over early you know.”

“A sleepover? Like when we were kids?”

Solomon’s voice was so playful. Asmo really couldn’t get enough of it. Solomon’s type of playful was sneaking. Despite being a rather studious student, he’d also always been a little mischievous. He also couldn’t help and stop to think about when they had had their last planned sleepover… Middle school maybe? Right around the time Solomon had gotten his first girlfriend… So either during or before freshman year of high school.... Nowadays it was usually I’m trashed and don’t want to go home because I’m still talking to you.

So he lied a little to Lucifer. Sue him. They all did it from time to time. Plus, he was sure Lucifer was more than aware of what they all did, he just hadn’t caught them. Yet.

But they’d always had fun spending time with each other. They’d stay up late, talk till words would no longer come to them, sneak things (like food) into their rooms, and sometimes Solomon would even let Asmo paint his nails if he had polish. Sometimes they’d sit in the back seat of Solomon’s family car as Ash drove them to see some movie or to go to the park or some other fun event. He remembered being in awe that they were allowed to eat in the back of his car. That was one of the rules in the Morning-Star household: Nothing was to be consumed in the car. He remembered his parents being harsh about this rule (from what he did remember about them) and to an extent so was Lucifer, but Lucifer had eased up only a little bit. Solomon’s family never seemed to have as many rules as they did, but it didn’t matter… They always went out places together, wherever Solomon went Asmo wasn’t too far behind. Lucifer said Ash used to call Asmo Solomon’s little boyfriend. It was cute, but honestly Asmo hadn’t been sure if Solomon had been too keen on the title until now. Maybe there’d been some truth there.

“I’ll have to pass this time, I have some projects I need to work on. Essays. You know, fun stuff.”

“You could do it over here! I’d let you work on your paper you know,” Asmo huffed, “I always get work done at your place.”

“And you’re always coming over to my place because your brothers are being loud.”

He was right, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He huffed and crossed his arms, “You usually don’t seem to mind my brothers.”

Solomon chuckled, “We’ll schedule another time if you’d like, but for now I shall say goodnight. See you tomorrow.”

“You’re the best and I loooove yoooou.”

He could practically see Solomon’s smirk when he hung up the phone. He laid there for a few minutes, not really sure what to do. He could work on some of his assignments, but he wasn’t going to. Besides, it wasn’t that much work, he could do it later. It was too early to take a bath, and he didn’t want to waste any ounce of the new pallet he’d just bought. He also didn’t want to ruin the look he’d worked on so hard this morning. As for his newest design, now that he had a nice base he wanted to put a little more thought into it before he added anything else. He knew it would be a two part piece. Two outfits, two people. But how to make them compliment each other? That was the question.

Just as he was about to give in and start on one of his assignments, his phone went off. While he was the tiniest bit disappointed that Solomon hadn’t changed his mind about spending the night, the distraction that his brothers were providing was welcomed for once. In fact, he’d never been so quick to respond to something about the stakeout. Yes their little missions still embarrassed him to no end, however, at least he knew now that Secret could navigate his brothers rather well.

“I figured out where those chocolates were from. It was that little candy shop down the street. The one that hand dips stuff,” Beel said. As he was speaking Asmo settled down next to Satan on one of the couches. Satan raised an eyebrow and glanced away from his book to look at Asmo.

“Yeah?” Mammon grinned, “Any leads?”

“No…”

“Camera footage?” Levi cut in, “They have security footage right?”

Beel slunk back even further as both Mammon and Levi inched in closer, “Erm-”

Honestly, Mammon and Levi were taking this thing more serious than the rest of them. It was almost funny that Asmo had figured it out before they did. Oh and they were going to lose their minds when they learned who it was. Mainly because the answer was so incredibly easy. Asmo couldn’t help but giggle to himself.

Satan nudged him a bit, “You seem awfully chipper being down here. Usually you’re not too happy to attend.”

Asmo hummed and continued to watch as Levi and Mammon badgered Beel causing Belphie to shift and glower. “What can I say? I don’t think anything could really spoil my mood today.”

“Oh? Is that so? And here I thought we’d both be talking about how they wouldn’t leave us alone until we came down to attend,” he said, shutting his book and matching Asmo’s smirk, “Could it be you have a new little secret? Or did you get something just as wonderful as one of your love letters?”

“Perhaps it’s both. I’m still waiting though, just in case but I’m pretty sure.”

He would have to tell Satan. That was a must. But he did have to get the information out of Solomon first. He was sure Satan would be pleased by Secret’s identity, he and Solomon did swap books a lot. Asmo was sure he wasn’t wrong, he knew he couldn’t be wrong, but he didn’t want his brothers to hound Solomon about it. Solomon’s big confession should be natural and private. It definitely wasn’t something he wanted his brothers barging in on. Besides, he wanted to make memories with Solomon that he could look back on fondly. His brothers could come into those memories a bit later .

“ Oi ,” Mammon snapped, ripping Asmo out of his thoughts, “We’re trying to count our leads here to catch your little lover Asmo, you and Satan can have your little gossip sesh later.”

“Mammon, I think you’re more invested in these stakeouts than I am.”

“Well, maybe we wouldn’t have to have a stakeout if you didn’t have so many followers! It’s hard to narrow people down when you have the masses following you!”

Asmo scoffed and moved back a bit. Oh like Mammon didn’t have a ton of followers from being a model. It wasn’t Asmo’s fault he was pretty! Mammon even taught him how to take some of those pictures. “Oh. So now it’s my fault that you decided to get involved in my business. Of course. I’m terribly sorry to inconvenience you in such a way.”

Did he have to be this way? No. Mammon was getting on his nerves though, and he wasn’t in the mood to bite his lip and take it. Well, Asmo was rarely in the mood to bite his lip and take it. He was a spitfire, and if anyone should know that it was his family.

Before Mammon could growl out a response, Levi interrupted, “Oh fml, can’t we have just one productive meeting? We don’t even have a single lead! The trail was already starting to heat up at this point in the story.”

Oh if Levi only knew . No way was Asmo letting this one slip. He wasn’t about to let his brothers harass Solomon.

“I wonder if Lucifer has any access to some useful little things.”

“ No .” Asmo was quick to shut down Levi’s train of thought, “Absolutely not. We’re not getting him involved. Lucifer would totally freak.”

Asmo could feel Beel’s eyes on him. Of course he remembered their conversation in the kitchen. He still wished he could have his confidence on how Lucifer would react, but he couldn’t. He wished he couldn’t picture Lucifer freaking out, of him thinking up the worst case scenarios about Secret. Especially now that he knew Secret was Solomon. He didn’t want to chase Solomon away. If that meant keeping Lucifer out of the loop, so be it.

He was an adult

He could make his own decisions.

He could take care of himself.

“Alright, no Lucifer,” Levi said after a moment, “Maybe I can get some computers together, like tiny ones, almost like drones?”

Asmo didn’t doubt that his brother could pull that off. Levi was pretty tech savvy, but it would be pretty hard to do his job if he wasn’t. But that wasn’t the issue. While listening to his brothers misadventures was fun, he didn’t need little Levi drones following him around.

“Or I could keep my private life private,” Asmo sighed, “Now what else did you guys get up to today?”

******

While it had been funny hearing all of the stupid things his brothers had done, Asmo couldn’t have been happier for their little meetings disbandment. Satan wanted to get some reading done, Levi had a ‘work project’, Beel had homework, and...well… Belphie had an exam to study for but he had fallen asleep on the couch. Asmo was at the kitchen table. There was more room to work and he could spread out his materials in front of him a little better. Plus, he’d been locked up in his room all day. Currently, he was staring at one of the faux flowers, focusing on how the petals gently curled up near the tips.Just like the curl of Solomn’s lips….

Hands slammed down onto the table and Asmo yelped, and his pencil clattered onto the table. Mammon was grinning down at him and Asmo huffed, “Can’t you bother me like a normal brother?”

“Look, I know ya haven’t been the happiest with me.”

“What tipped that off?”

Mammon ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes, “Can you let me speak?” Asmo waited for his brother to open his eyes before leaning back in his chair and motioning for him to go on. He didn’t understand why Mammon felt the need to startle him to get his attention. It wasn’t the first time it happened, and they were all guilty of it at one point or another. But still, when he was sketching out a new design? What if he messed it up?

“Anyways, there’s this party I’m going to. Other models and maybe a few other designers might be there, or at least assistants to designers. You could, ya know, mingle a little bit,” Mammon made quotations around the word mingle. Oh. So this wasn’t one of those fancier parties, it was a party party that just happened to be full of higher up people.

Asmo leaned forward and cocked his head, “Is this an invite?”

“Well only if you make a post about it. Maybe your little lover will show up or somethin…”

“Aww you actually want to make it up to me! That’s so sweet!”

Mammon turned away, refusing to look at Asmo. “No way. Don’t let that thought get into yer head for a second Asmo! It’s just an opportunity to catch ‘em. That’s all! And I mean, it could be a good networkin opportunity for you.Ya do make some good designs,” he said. His arm motioned down at Asmo’s sketchbook.

He couldn’t help but smile, “Oh sure. You can tell yourself it’s for your little stakeout. But I know the tru uuuth .”

Asmo flailed in his chair, almost falling off, when Mammon shoved him, but it did nothing to wipe the smile off his face. In fact, all it did was encourage a slew of giggles to fall from his lips. Some of his materials scattered across the desk, but none of them were harmed so Asmo didn’t pay it too much mind. “Eh shuddup.”

Mammon turned to leave as Asmo righted himself and fixed his work space. “I’ll come, but Mammon?” Asmo asked, watching as his brother stopped in the doorway, “Could I bring a little plus one along?”

“What? Your big brother isn’t enough?” he asked, making Asmo snort. He was quiet for a moment, completely relaxed against the wall. Asmo honestly wasn’t sure if he was thinking or not. “Yeah, you can bring a friend along.”

“Good, I wouldn’t be a designer if I didn’t have my model with me.”

Mammon’s head turned just enough so that Asmo could see him smile, “Showing off eh? That’s my little brother. Just make sure you don’t make your little Romeo jealous.”

Oh it took so much for Asmo to keep himself from bursting into laughter. If only he knew. Honestly he knew Solomon wouldn’t be jealous if he brought him along. If he was Asmo would be a little concerned. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”

Mammon nodded and left Asmo to his work. Asmo unlocked his phone and started scrolling through the photos on his phone, looking for inspiration. Then he stopped. It was the picture he and Solomon took together with the cupcakes. Solomon’s head was rested on his shoulder, eyes alive, his smile laid naturally on his face, and he was just so relaxed. He started feeling warm once more just looking at the photo. They looked so perfect together, so natural. That was it. Maybe he shouldn’t do it, but he was going to base his newest design off of the two of them. Solomon was his missing piece, Solomon completed him. He’d kept his feelings locked away for so long, a secret to the world, but now they were coming into full bloom. He could make the outfits compliment each other. The first the more reserved and locked away feelings, and the second more extravagant and full.

He kept the photo up on his phone as he went to work, and every now and again, he found himself becoming lost in the photo once more. He’d have to post it later, and maybe he’d get it framed.

********

Asmo was proud of himself.

Trully, he’d outdone himself.

Damn Solomon looked hot .

Well not that he didn’t normally. He had things about him that made him attractive. His looks. His brilliant mind. His personality. But right now, all of his features popped. Asmo had accented his eyes and given them a smokier look, the jacket outlined his chest, and his hips… Had his butt always been that cute? Asmo had even gotten to pin his hair slicked back! Oh he belonged on the front of a magazine. He even had the right facial expressions for it. And he was wearing the clothes Asmo designed. He liked the clothes Asmo designed. He loved that Asmo was passionate about it… Honestly, Solomon was just as passionate about what he loved as Asmo was. That made them an even more perfect fit for each other. Not that he thought about it…. Everything Solomon wrote about Asmo, every trait he pointed out, those were things that Asmo loved in Solomon too.

He adored him, he admired him, he wanted to be so much closer than what they were. He was beautiful and wonderful. He wanted to hold him close and never let him go. Asmo knew that he would do anything for Solomon and all he had to do was ask.

Asmo knew he was attracted to Solomon, he’d always known, but now that he wasn’t repressing that attraction he was realizing just how strong it was.

It took the professor nodding and commenting about Asmo’s design to bring him back into reality. He’d been daydreaming more and more about Solomon lately, and he’d been sneaking into his dreams more than he used to. Whenever he read his letters he could hear Solomon’s voice and feel his words. There wasn’t a moment that went by that he didn’t feel like he was walking on a cloud. How much better would it be when they were officially together?

“So, how did I do?” Solomon asked as they sat tucked away in the corner of one of the halls after class.

Asmo smiled and snuggled back into the plush chair, “Perfect as always dear. You never need to ask.”

“Honestly I thought I might be watching you model today,” Solomon motioned towards him, “You got more done up than usual today.”

Oh he noticed . That little fact made Asmo absolutely giddy, he had to cross his legs just to stop himself from bouncing. He was acting like a high schooler all over again, and Solomon was the one making him this way. “Oh this?” he asked, trying to come off as nonchalant as he could, “It’s nothing, buuut if you really like it, you should see what I plan on wearing Friday night.”

Solomon’s eyebrow raised and he cocked his head ever so slightly. He had his interest now. Maybe Solomon really did pay attention to more than Asmo thought.

“Oh? And why is that?” he asked.

Asmo leaned forward, elbows on his knees, so he could look directly into Solomon’s eyes. There was such a thing as subtle flirting, and Asmo liked to think he was good at it. Sure he was normally a touchy person with people he liked, but he was also exceptionally good at expressing himself through body language. He always beat his brothers at charades and communicated what he wanted to his partners without ever needing to utter a word. It was an incredibly useful skill. For extra measure, he lowered his eyelids and looked up at Solomon through his lashes.

“Mammon invited me to one of the parties he attends, and he said I could bring a plus one,” he said, “Would you come with me? Please? It’s been a while since we’ve gone out together.”

Solomon smiled at him and Asmo swore he saw his hand twitch, stopping himself from reaching up and touching Asmo. Or at least that’s what he thought. He’d let Solomon touch him. He wanted Solomon to touch him. It felt natural that Solomon should touch him.

“Well, since I got some work done last night, I’d say I’m pretty free.”

“Great!” Asmo bounced up and clapped his hands together, “Oh and I absolutely need you to wear my design.”

Now Solomon seemed a little taken aback. His eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed, “Asmodeus, are you sure you want me to wear this to a party? You worked so hard on it… I wouldn’t want something to happen to it…”

Asmo waved him off, with a smile, “Oh hush . Yes I’m sure! I made it with your measurements in mind, and you look absolutely divine. I’ll just have Mammon help me take some photos of you in it before we go for my portfolio.” He reached out and tapped Solomon’s nose playfully, “Plus, there’s no better way to show off to some head honchos and their underlings than to have my absolute best friend in the entire world, who also makes a wonderful model, wearing one of my looks. That and I’ll have some new designs that I can hopefully have you wear.”

Solomon still seemed a bit unsure. He looked down at the sleeve and carefully ran his hand over the fabric. “If you’re sure,” he said softly, fingers purposefully gripping at the fabric, “I just don’t want to ruin your hard work-”

“Solomon, I can promise you, I would be so incredibly happy to see you wear my designs in public.”

He still seemed to be mulling it over, debating whether he wanted to risk letting something happen to Asmo’s work. Then he gave in, a sigh leaving his lips, “It would really make you happy to see me wear it?”

Asmo nodded fervently, “I’m positive it would make me beyond happy!”

“Then I’ll wear it.”

Arms were thrown around Solomon before he had the chance to move. Asmo never really cared where he was, Solomon deserved his affections, he deserved everything Asmo had. Asmo would give Solomon everything he had. “Oh you are the best! Meet me at four on Friday. I’m sure Mammon will drive.”

“Then it’s a date.”

If Asmo hadn’t hidden his face in that moment, Solomon would have seen him blush. A date . Sure, it was a figure of speech… But that didn’t stop the words from swirling around Asmo’s mind.

Then it’s a date.

Solomon said it was a date .

Whether he meant a date date or not didn’t matter. That same beautiful feeling started to bloom in Asmo’s chest once more.

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nineteenseventeenbarnes · 5 years ago

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Better Man

Characters: CollegeAU! Bucky x reader World Count: 2552 Genre: fluff Warnings: n/a

James Buchanan Barnes, a.k.a Bucky was well known on the basketball court for his skills and on campus for his sharp jaw and bright blue eyes. He and his best friend Steve Rogers were the eye candies of the school, every girl wanted to be with them, and every guy wanted to be them.

It was a quarter to 3 AM on a Saturday, where would Bucky be? At a house party near the college campus, of course. After making out with some random chick the last half an hour, the air inside started to feel too thick so he decided to step outside to get some fresh air.

Bucky stepped over some random drunk person who fell asleep on the front porch and walked onto the paved path and to the tree right by the main driveway. He patted his pockets, looking for his cigarettes.

As he lit his cigarette, a girl with a hood over her head and her hands full of books scurried passed him. Usually, he'd pay no mind to people he didn't know, but Bucky was a little tipsy from all the drinks he had drowned, so he decided to say something to her.

"Where 'ya heading to so late at night?"

Her head shoots up too quickly at his voice, making her hood fall off the top. With his cigarette between his lips, Bucky's blurry eyes take second to recognize the girl – it was Y/N Y/L/N – the student council president who was known to be a huge nerd but had the face and body of a model. She was well known for paying zero attention to anyone who tried to hit on her and was always focused on school-related work.

"Well, Mr. Barnes, the café next to campus closes at 2 AM, so I'm heading home now." She responds to him in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You know who I am?"

"Who doesn't?" she rolls her eyes in a bored manner. Bucky's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He wasn't used to girls other than his friends Wanda and Nat talking to him in their normal voice, they usually had their shy or sultry voice on when speaking to either him or Steve.

"You study from day to night?" Bucky asks, shoving his hands in his pocket, the cold air blowing.

"Not just studying," she replies, shifting the books in her arms. "Not today anyway, I was preparing the proposal for the winter formal."

Bucky's mouth formed an O. For a second, he forgot campus events don't just happen, someone had to be behind them.

"Get home safe, have a good night," Y/N says before she starts to walk away.

Grinning as he thought of the most random conversation he has had in a while,

Bucky throws the rest of the cigarette stick on the ground, stomping on it before he heads back inside.

The next day, Bucky wakes up in his bed. After heading back inside the house after his chat with Y/N, he got Steve, who gave him a weird look when he told him he wanted to go home, and they both headed back to their shared apartment.

"What's up with you?" Steve asks Bucky as he came out of his room.

"What?" Bucky asks, plopping himself on the sofa and letting out a big yawn.

"We usually don't come home till the sun starts rising," Steve explains, learning on the kitchen counter with his arms crossed.

"Dunno didn't feel like it," Bucky answers before turning the television on. Steve rose an eyebrow at his answer, that was so unlike him but decided to drop it.

A few moments later, there's a knock on their door. Steve gets up from his spot on the sofa and opens the door.

"Hello, knuckleheads," Nat greets as she walks in, plopping herself on the spot Steve was previously sitting in.

"Good morning," Wanda chirps, setting paper bags down on their kitchen counter. "We come bringing bagels."

"This is why Wanda is my favorite."

"Shut up, Barnes."

The four friends sat around the dining table, feasting on the bagels and coffee the two girls had brought.

"What are you two up to today before the party?" Nat asks before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Nothing at all," Steve answers. "Did you girls want to do something before then?"

"Can't," Wanda tells him. "I have student council meeting at 2."

Bucky's eyes widen at what Wanda said. For a second, he forgot she was the secretary for the student council.

"What torture, having to do school things on the weekend," Nat comments, waving her hand dismissively. Wanda pouts at her friend.

"It's honestly not that bad, President Y/N always treats us to yummy afternoon tea when we do weekend meetings," Wanda defends.

"President Y/N, huh?" Bucky mumbles, taking another bite of his bagel.

"What a shame, that girl," Nat tuts. "Killer body and killer face, but she doesn't want to use them for her advantage."

"Didn't know you were into girls, Nat," Steve chuckles.

"Won't say I am, but if I were a guy, I'd go for her," Nat explains. "More coffee?"

"Yes, please," Bucky replies, sticking her mug out for Nat to pour more coffee and added 1 and a half teaspoon of sugar. "Hey, Wanda, where did you say your meeting was going to be at?"

At exactly 1:50 in the afternoon, Bucky escorts Wanda to Café 19XX by the school's main entrance. Steve and Nat had decided to stay in and have a South Park marathon and Wanda had questioned him when he offered to walk her to her meeting.

"Okay, time to spill, Barnes," Wanda says the moment they arrive at the door of the café.

"' Bout what?"

"You've never taken an interest in my extra-curricular activities and even laughed at me when I said I was running for student council secretary." Bucky just shrugs at what she pointed out and pushed the door open for Wanda. They both make their way to the counter, and right in front of them in line was Y/N.

"President!" Wanda greets, tapping her shoulder.

"Hey, Wanda," Y/N smiles at the girl as she took another step forward in line. Her eyes drift to the tall figure next to Wanda and she raises an eyebrow.

"Hey, Miss President," Bucky greets her with a boyish grin.

"Barnes," she greets back with a nod.

"Hey, Y/N and friends! Welcome to Café 19XX, will you three be ordering together?" the man at the counter asks.

"Yes, we are, Scott," Y/N answers. "Can I get one mocha latte with low-fat milk," Wanda smiles as she realized Y/N was ordering for her. "And you, Mr. Barnes?"

"Americano with one and a half teaspoon of sugar," he answers her, taking a step closer to the counter and reaching for his wallet.

"Actually, make it two americanos, both with one and a half teaspoon of sugar," Y/N tells Scott and Bucky's eyes widen in surprise.

"Alrighty, that'll be $11.70," Scott tells them after putting their orders in. Before Y/N could take her purse out, Bucky passes a credit card over to Scott. Y/N furrows her eyebrows and looks over the Bucky, who was 'focused' on the slip Scott was asking him to sign. She grabs a $10 note from her purse and passes it to him.

"Don't worry about it," Bucky tells her, pushing the bill back.

Wanda stood behind the two with a small smile on her face. She had no idea when the two had started talking to each other, but she thought it was adorable.

Bucky sat on a table a couple seats away from theirs while they held their meeting. The meeting was nearly 2 hours long, but Bucky didn't mind at all. He kept his eyes on his phone, but his ears were eavesdropping on their meeting.

"So, all we're missing for the winter formal is the list of candidates running for Winter King and Queen?" Wanda asks, ticking off the list on their agenda for today.

"Yes," Vision, the treasurer, answers. "The list should be in by Monday next week."

"Are you signing up this year, Y/N?" Tony, the vice president, asks.

"Tony Stark, does it look like we have time to be signing up for things like that when we have to be on our feet all night during the event?" Y/N raises an eyebrow and chuckles when Tony mumbles a no.

Bucky looks up when he hears her chuckle. He has never really seen her smile and it was refreshing to see her joking around.

"Alright, that's it for today, guys and Wanda," Y/N announces, standing up from her seat. "Thank you for your time."

The other 5 follow her and stand up. They say their goodbyes and everyone starts to leave except Y/N, who sits back down.

"Alright, let's head back to yours?" Wanda asks, walking over to where Bucky was sitting. He glances back over to where Y/N sat and Wanda glances over to where he was looking.

"She usually stays until really late at night."

Bucky nods in understanding as the two start making their way back to Bucky and Steve's shared apartment.

By 7 PM that night, the 4 made their way to Sam Wilson's house, who luckily only lives 3 blocks away from where Bucky and Steve did.

"You made it!" Sam cheers as the 4 walked in, handing them each a beer.

"Let's go dance!" Nat shouts to Wanda over the music before pulling her away from the group.

Bucky bobs his head to the music and scans the room. In the corner, he sees Tony Stark talking to some of the freshmen and he starts to wonder if Y/N would be here too.

A couple of drinks and dances later, Bucky decides to step out with Sam for a smoke.

"So, what's been up with you?" Sam asks him.

"Not much, we don't go back to training till spring, so Steve and I have just been hanging around."

"Yeah? Thinking of getting a girlfriend to keep you company this winter?" Sam asks him then takes another puff of his cigarette. The corner of Bucky's lips curved up when Sam mentions the word girlfriend and that doesn't go unnoticed by Sam.

"Eyyy," Sam teases, nudging Bucky in the arm. "Who's the lucky girl that has Mr. James Barnes all smiley?"

Bucky jabs Sam back and tells him to shut up, but that little smile never leaves his lips.

Bucky quickly glances at his watch before the two make their way back in. Realizing it was only 10 PM, he decided to grab his coat and head out, telling his friends he was feeling a coffee and getting weird looks from them.

"Why the hell is he getting a coffee at 10 PM at night?" Nat asks, watching Bucky's figure walking out of the door.

"I know where he's going," Wanda sings and skips over to the refreshments table to get another drink.

"Hi, welcome to Café 19XX, what can I get you?" a younger male greets Bucky as he walks in the warm cafe. He takes a quick glance around as he made his way to the counter and sure enough, he sees Y/N sitting in the same table as this afternoon.

"Could I get two hot Americanos with one and a half teaspoon of sugar in each," Bucky orders.

"Oh wow, that's specific," the male behind the counter, Peter, mumbles as he punches the order in. "That's how Y/N always orders it."

Bucky's ears pick up Peter's words and decides to ask him how often she's at the cafe.

"Oh, well, she comes nearly every night except Wednesday nights because she volunteers at the pound on 8th street," Peter says before shutting up, realizing he had said too much. "That'll be $5.70."

Bucky quickly hands him a 5 and a 1 before telling him to keep the change. He stands aside as he watches Scott make their coffee.

"So, you're here to see Y/N?" Scott casually asks him. Bucky's eyes widen in surprise, he didn't know how to respond to that.

"I'm just observant," Scott explains, putting the coffees on a tray. "You were here with her this afternoon, and Y/N doesn't usually hang out with new faces, so I'm guessing you're a new friend."

"You could say that," Bucky tells him as he grabs the tray the counter and walks towards the tables.

Y/N's eyes were so focused on the screen of her laptop she didn't see someone put a tray on the table, pull back the seat across her, or sit down. She only looked up when someone's knees had lightly bumped against hers when they tried to adjust their position on their seat.

"Hey," Bucky greets with a small smile. "Coffee?"

Y/N's eyes widen in surprise before she sets her laptop aside and takes one of the mugs from the tray.

"What brings you here?" she asks him.

"Oh, nothing, I was in the area and I saw you still sitting here."

"Bull, Barnes," she tells him, leaning forward with her elbows on the table. "You were at Sam Wilson's party."

"What makes you say that?"

"Your eyes are a bit bloodshot, meaning you've probably been drinking, and you're in that leather jacket you wore yesterday night at that party," Y/N explains. "So, what brings you here?"

"I figured you'd still be here, so I decided to ditch and check," Bucky finally confesses, a boyish grin never leaving his face.

Y/N couldn't hold back the small chuckle that escaped her and she shook her head. Was this the 'bad-ass' James Barnes everyone on campus gushed about?

In the middle of their conversation, Bucky's phone that sat on the table starts ringing and they both glance down to see Steve was calling.

"Sorry," Bucky apologizes.

"Nothing to apologize for," Y/N tells him. "Go pick it up." There was a tiny part of Y/N that would be disappointed if he had to go, but she couldn't tell him that. She expected to see him take the phone call elsewhere, but he had picked it up in front of her.

"Hey, bud," Bucky greets. "What's up?"

Y/N could hear Steve's voice over the phone and she pretended to be occupied with the edge of her mug.

"Buck, where y' at? Are you coming back?"

Bucky takes a glance at the girl in front of him, staring intently at her mug. Her eyes peek at Bucky and when she realized he was looking at her, her eyes went back to the same spot she was staring at.

"Actually, I'm not. Get the girls home safe," he tells Steve before hanging up. He puts his phone away and looks back at Y/N to see her smile at him, and two continue their conversation until Scott kicks them out.

Back at the party...

"Bucky's not coming back to the party?" Nat asks in surprise. "He loves parties!"

"I know," Steve whispers, looking at his phone. "Was that really Bucky I was talking to? He's always the last one to leave parties and he hasn't even made out with anyone yet."

Next to the two, Wanda stands up from her spot on the staircase.

"Well, with her, he's a better man."

#marvel fanfic #bucky fanfic #sebastian stan fanfic #avengers fanfic #bucky x reader #buckyxreader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x oc #college au

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percywinchester27 · 5 years ago

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About a boy (Part-6)

Word count: 3K

Warning: Suspense, feels, physical abuse, child-trafficking and bullying

Characters: Dean, Cas, Gabriel, Benny, Michael, OCs and… Sam?

Summary: Dean Winchester has a secret. A secret that could really land him in trouble. He never expected to connect with anyone when he walked into the ‘Blue Stone Orphanage for Boys,’ but even then, the walls he has put up are slowly coming down. Now, a series of strange events are threatening to expose him. When everything starts falling apart around him, will he still be able to save the one person that matters the most?

A/N: My insecure self truly appreciates all the validation y’all provide with comments and reblogs. I am beyond grateful <3

All my love to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @deanssweetheart23 for beta reading this story. You guys are the best!

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The cold soapy water made the knife slip from his hand, and the tip somehow managed to tilt just the right way to slice the edge of Dean’s palm.

“Fuck!” He cursed, quickly withdrawing his hand. It came back scarlet.

The water was still running from the tap, harder than he’d have normally wanted it. Dean held his hand underneath it, letting the stream run red. When he looked back at his palm, there was a long gash there and it hurt like hell.

Dean was sitting in the small room next to the kitchen, on the floor. There was an enormous pile of utensils next to him. Utensils that fed hundreds and hundreds of kids. He could be buried all of four times in that pile, he thought dejectedly.

At the rate he was going, Dean would probably be here all night long and the whole day tomorrow. Usually the dishes were done by 7 or 8 kids, in rotation. Having to do it all by himself was crazy. He’d already been at it for hours now and was weary, tired and sleepy.

He sighed, picking up the offending knife and staring at it intently. “Do your worst,” he mumbled.

“Don’t you worry about that!”

Dean turned to see Gary, Zachariah and Raphael standing at the corner, all leering down at him. Two more boys followed from behind.

Dean stood up unsteadily, not because he was scared, but because the slippery water that flowed at his feet had soaked through the four layers covering him. His clothes, heavy with the weight of water, made it hard to move, but he’d be damned if he gave in without a fight.

He had suspected it all along, had waited for these thugs to inevitably come to him. As it was, they had been waiting for an opportunity to get back to him after that first night. He could see them eyeing him when he passed by them in the corridor at school, their expressions malicious and evil.

One last guy came in and shut the door behind him. At least, this time Dean could see their faces.

The old grandfather clock by Andy’s office chimed in the distance. It was 12. Dean rolled up the sleeves of his drenched jacket, bracing his legs just the right way. He wasn’t going down alone.

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Cas was frantic, pacing up and down in the tiny space between the two sets of bunk beds. Gabriel was still up, lazily going through the pages of a skin magazine- which was of course barred in the campus. Occasionally he would look up from the magazine, follow Cas’ trajectory and then go back to the pictures, both amused and unconcerned at the same time. Benny was quiet, as usual, but Cas could feel his eyes following him.

“Sit down, will you?” Gabe said finally. “You’re giving me second hand anxiety here.” His drowsy voice was in direct contrast to the actual awful anxiety building up within Cas.

“I can’t! Dean’s in trouble. I know it. Those idiots won’t let him be. They’ll beat the crap out of him. Jesus!” His voice rose up an octave with each word. He knew it in his heart that Dean having to stay back so late and everyone else being put off the washing duty couldn’t have been a mere coincidence.

He had to do something!

Desperately, he turned to his roommate. “Gabe! Help me! You have something on each of them, you could get Dean out of trouble.”

Gabe flicked through another page of the magazine. “Now why would I ever wanna do that?”

“Because of the goodness of your heart?” Cas tried, pointlessly.

Gabriel tossed the magazine aside, then looked Cas straight in the eye. “I’m doing no such thing.”

“You did it last time,” Cas argued, inches away from Gabe, now. “You got him out of the mess that first day.”

“I didn't get him out,” Gabe leaned in, all mirth gone from his expression and Cas was reminded that if Gabriel wanted to be the bad guy, he could really be the bad guy. “I got you out, Castiel. That kid is nothing to me.”

With that he flicked off the light of his lamp, and slid down on his bed.

“At least tell me how you got out of the locked corridor?” Cas asked through gritted teeth.

Gabriel made an elaborate snoring noise. His way of saying ‘get lost.’

Cas let out a frustrated cry and sank onto his bed, his pulse out of rhythm.

“There’s a door at the end of the fourth floor that leads to the left wing. It’s the only one that’s not boarded up.” The gravelly voice came from the bunk above Gabe’s, and if it hadn’t been for the distinct confidence, Cas might have assumed that his mind had made it up.

Gabe gave up his snoring pretense, too, surprised by what he had just heard.

The gratitude was overwhelming, but Cas managed a strangled thank you and rushed out of the room.

His footsteps echoed through the dusty, dark corridor till he reached the very end. Then came to a dead-end. The grill. How was he going to get across the grill of the fourth floor?

“Dean? Dean, is that you?” A soft voice called, startling Cas. The voice sounded unsure, as if he even recognised Dean’s footsteps and knew that this wasn’t him.

“No,” he said. “I’m Cas. It’s Will, isn’t it?

There was a sudden movement. “How do you know? Did… did Dean tell you?” There was a note of betrayal in his voice, a hint of accusation, even though Cas wasn’t sure at whom it was aimed.

"No... no," he said urgently, not wanting to mess this up for Dean. "That's not it. I mean Dean did tell me, but that's only because I caught him sneaking out every night."

"So let me get this straight. You're spying on Dean?"

Cas's impatience and worry was making everything he said come out wrong.

"Look, I don't know how much Dean's told you, but I'm his friend. My name's Cas- Castiel."

There was a pause. "I've heard of you."

Cas huffed out a breath.

"So I'm not in trouble, right?" Will asked, still unsure.

"You're not. But Dean is."

The dark figure one the other side jerked up, jumping into sudden action. “What’s wrong with Dean?”

Cas quickly explained as much as he could, and while he was talking, it became abundantly clear that Will knew quite a lot about Dean’s life. He didn’t question why those idiots would try to specifically go out of their way to target Dean like that. He just seemed to understand.

“I have to somehow get there,” Cas said. He knew that he appeared to be dancing on the spot from all the nervous energy, but Will had already stooped down and was fiddling with the lock of the shutter.

“What are you doing?” Cas asked, widening his eyes to get a better look.

Will didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. For, a minute later, the quiet click of the lock popping open was enough of an answer.

“Quick, I think they might have left the door to the left wing open after all,” Will whispered.

“You could crack the lock all this time and you never did it?” Cas asked, appalled.

“Where was I gonna get to?” Will shot back. “There’s kids downstairs and you sadists up here.”

Fair point.

Cas bent down and yanked the grill. Thankfully, it rolled up smoothly without making too much noise. When he straightened up on the other side, Will was standing much, much closer to him. In the pale light filtering from the window overhead, Cas could make out the straight, long hair that almost fell to his chin, framing his face. The edges of his hair seemed silver in the moonlight.

Will was lanky. Thin but oddly athletic from the way he was holding himself, despite the loose shirt hanging from his shoulders. In fact, all his clothes seemed two sizes too large for him. It was still too dark to make out his face, but he seemed pale.

“What are you waiting for?” Will urged. “We gotta go.”

Cas jerked. “We’ aren’t doing anything, together. I’m going and you’re staying here.”

Will’s entire posture changed. All the wariness from the set of his shoulders vanished and his spine straightened up, chin set. “I’m coming with,” he said, and Cas noticed the odd sharpness to his otherwise soft voice. “I have to help Dean.”

There was an odd desperation in his voice, and strength that made it abundantly clear that he was going to follow Cas, whether or not Cas wanted it. That there wasn’t even a question about helping Dean. It was a given.

Cas suddenly felt a rush of warmth for this strange kid. He really did care for Dean. All his inhibitions about Dean trusting Will vanished.

“Who says you won’t be helping Dean by staying up here?”

Will cocked his head. “What?”

Cas smirked. “I have a plan.”

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Dean huffed, face against the floor, tasting blood in his mouth. He grinned.

Even though he was sprawled on the wet ground, water all around him with a foot firmly planted against his back, Gary was lying a few feet away, too, groaning.

And Dean was sure he’d at least managed to get Zachariah in the gut, shin and face. The crack that his nose had made was satisfying. It had probably added years to Dean’s life. Angered like the great bull, Zachariah had finally managed to aim a good swipe and then Raphael and the fourth boy had crowded on Dean. Even then, he hadn’t gone down easily. He was sure that both of those were going to be nursing bruises tomorrow.

A swift kick landed at his side, getting him in the side of his stomach.

“That should teach you better than to mess with us,” Raphael said. He was Michael’s mouthpiece, Dean realised. The one who did all the dirty work.

“The only thing I’ve learnt is that it must be a sweet little thing… you know… being Michael’s pitbull.”

Raphael snarled and the kicked harder in Dean’s back and he had to bite back a scream.

“Bastard!” Raphael spat.

“You see, at least, I know for sure that I’m not one… you on the other hand…”

There was a threatening growl from over his head and Dean braced himself for one more hit, but it never came, instead there was a hurried scuffling and Dean felt rather than saw Raphael move back.

“Castiel?” Gary exclaimed, surprised.

“Let Dean go!” Cas said, not loudly, but firmly.

This was starting to be a theme, Dean thought. Each time he was being thrashed by Michael’s goons, Cas turned up. But this time, Michael wasn’t around to save Cas. That became evident the moment Gary’s swung his fist and it made perfect contact with Cas’s jaw. Cas hurtled past Raphael and hit his head against the wall, slumping down.

“No!” Dean yelled. He braced himself in a sitting position, and glared at the standing figures with bleary eyes. “Come at me, assholes, leave him out of it.”

“He asked for it,” Gary smirked.

“Michael won’t be pleased,” Dean added. His ribs were hurting and his back felt like someone had rammed an iron block into it. He couldn’t stand up yet to fight for Cas, so he had to make the best of what he had. If using Michael’s name was it then that had to do.

Raphael grinned. “Michael isn’t here, and what he won’t know, won’t make him mad.” He turned to look at Cas. “You won’t be a little snitch and tell him, now, will you, Cassie?”

To Dean’s relief, Cas groaned and opened his eyes. Despite the hurt being evident in his features, he looked coldly at Raphael. “Maybe I won’t have to tell Michael.”

The smirk slid from Raphael’s face, “What do you mean?”

Unexpectedly, in a move that was beyond reckless, with three huge boys staring down at him, Cas grinned. “Wait for it,” he said, then looked straight at Dean and winked.

For a minute nothing happened, as all the boys waited with bated breath.

Zachariah, who had been standing in the corner all this while, growled impatiently. He advanced towards Dean with a hand outstretched, “All right you little pieces of shi-”

Loud, shrill alarms suddenly pierced through the quiet of the night, and Zachariah jerked back. Red light flooded through the room, the entrances vibrating with the sound. Both Gary and Raphael fumbled backwards as few screams and then more sounded along with the continuously blaring alarm.

“Fire…” Raphael breathed, then turned one venomous glare at Cas and hissed, “Castiel… What did you do?”

Cas shrugged, still ginning, “You have about five minutes before all the locks are opened, and the kids come barreling down into the grounds. And everyone finds out what you’ve been up to… Andy finds out what you’re doing.”

Fear, true fear flashed across Raphael’s eyes. “This isn’t the end of it, you son of a bitch,” he spat at Dean, then started towards the door.

On his way out he glared down at Cas. “You picked your side, Castiel, now be ready to face what’s coming.” With that he disappeared, the parade of goons following.

Dean was still sitting on the wet floor, shocked. What had just happened? Was there really a fire?

“Dean!” He felt a tugging at the side of his drenched jacket. It was Cas, looking down at him in urgency and an odd triumph. “We gotta get out of here.”

“Is there… fire?” Dean could feel his voice shaking. All life seemed to go out of his legs.

Cas’ blue eyes twinkled in the odd light. “Yes, there’s fire, but it’s nothing to worry about. C’mon!”

Cas helped Dean to his feet, and unsteadily dragged him out of the room into the corridor. Dean’s legs ached from the thrashing and his body felt like it had been worked upon by a sledgehammer.

There were noises everywhere, hundreds of feet rushing in one direction.

“This way,” Cas lead, coaxing Dean into the direction of the voice and holding him by the shoulders. Belatedly, Dean realised that was blood on Cas’s jaw, and the corner of his mouth. He wanted to ask if Cas was okay, but strangely, his voice had left him.

Somehow they made it into the front yard which was already full of kids in pyjamas, panicked. There was chaos everywhere. The smaller kids from the lower floors had come down quickly, and were crying, screaming from fear. But there still weren’t nearly enough of them. The upper levels were locked, someone had to get there to release the kids.

There were still kids up there!

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!"

“Cas- I… I need to help…” Despite his words, Dean’s legs gave out completely and he slid to the ground.

Cas bent down to Dean’s level, then pulled him upright. “You don’t need to help anyone because no one’s in danger. Trust me.” His blue eyes, dark in the night were still somehow clear.

And Dean did… he did trust Cas, so he let his friend pull him away from all the confusion as a fresh batch of kids came spilling out of the doors.

When they were a safe distance away, Cas eased and let Dean on the ground. “Are you alright?” He asked worried.

Dean didn’t want to tell Cas that if he looked like he was about to faint, it had nothing to do with the thrashing. He was about to wave the worry off with some loose comment when his vision was diverted to the 4th story window from which smoke was erupting.

“What happened?” Dean asked.

Again, Cas grinned, then looked down at Dean with glee. “Your friend Will is a genius.”

“He set the place on fire?” Dean’s eyes widened and he stood up despite the screaming pain in his legs.

“Not really,” Cas said, his lips still quirked up. “He said something about incomplete combustion causing a lot of smoke and stripped wires lying in the corridor.”

When Dean’s appalled expression didn’t change, Cas gave him a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry, he is smart, he knew what he was doing.” Then, Cas suddenly gave a sheepish expression. “The whole deal was sort of my idea. Gabriel’s little stunt the other day inspired me.”

Dean didn’t know what to say. The smoke that was now pouring out of the open windows of not just the fourth floor but also the floor below and bellowing into the open air, was making his eyes water. However, that wasn’t what was making his throat tight. Cas had just made enemies out of people who were basically the closest thing he had to a family for Dean. And that little kid, whose face Dean didn’t even know had gone out of the way to do God knows what to set the alarms blaring… for him! If anyone ever found out what Will had done...

He turned to Cas, thinking of words that would convey the gratitude he felt, when Andy rushed out of the building, carrying what seemed like the last of the children.

Hundreds of kids were huddled down, looking at the smoke stained dark sky. Some crying, some clutching on to the little blankets. Dean looked at all the faces, the red noses, the tear stained eyes, as tiny hands found one another… and in all those faces he tried to look for the one that mattered. And with a jolt in his stomach Dean realised that the unknown face he was so hopelessly searching for wasn’t Sam’s. It was Will’s.

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nineteenseventeenbarnes00 · 5 years ago

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BETTER MAN

Pairing: CollegeAU! Bucky x reader World Count: 2556 Genre: fluff Warnings: n/a

James Buchanan Barnes, also known as Bucky, was well known on the basketball court for his skills and on campus for his sharp jaw and bright blue eyes. He and his best friend Steve Rogers were the eye candies of the school, every girl wanted to be with them, and every guy wanted to be them.

Bucky stepped over some random person who probably got too drunk and fell asleep on the front porch and walked onto the paved path and to the tree right by the main driveway. He patted his pockets, looking for his cigarettes.

As he lit his cigarette, a girl with a hood over her head and her hands full of books, scurried passed him. Usually, he'd pay no mind to people he didn't know, but Bucky was a little tipsy from all the drinks he had drowned, so he decided to say something to her.

"Where 'ya heading to so late at night?"

"Well, Mr. Barnes, the café next to campus closes at 2 AM, so I'm heading home now." She responds to him in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You know who I am?"

"You study from day to night?" Bucky asks, shoving his hands in his pocket, the cold air blowing.

"Not just studying," she replies, shifting the books in her arms. "Not today anyway, I was preparing the proposal for the winter formal."

Bucky's mouth formed an O. For a second, he forgot campus events don't just happen, someone had to be behind them.

"Get home safe, have a good night," Y/N says before she starts to walk away.

Grinning as he thought of the most random conversation he has had in a while, Bucky throws the rest of the cigarette stick on the ground, stomping on it before he heads back inside.