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yikesharringrove · 4 years ago

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Show Pony

Chapter one - Big Sky

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Billy doesn’t give a fuck about the rodeo.

He doesn’t care about country music, or fancy horse riding, or the beauty queens, even the bull riders.

What he does give a fuck about it not being in his house today.

Not when his dad was obviously itching to pick a fight. Not when Max gave him such an easy out over breakfast.

“I saw a flyer for a rodeo. I think it’d be kinda neat.”

It was in town for four more weeks.

And Billy could tell the second he and Max bought tickets, he was about to be spending more time than he ever fuckin’ thought he would spend at a rodeo.

He based that on the way Max’s eyes lit up the second she stepped inside the big fairgrounds.

Not knowing that he was right. He was about to spend a lot of time at the rodeo.

But not for Max.

For himself.

And a pretty horse rider named Steve.

He didn’t see Steve that first day.

Was too busy shelling out his own hard-earned cash to buy Max sugary funnel cakes. Sitting next to her watching the poor suckers get bucked off their pissed-off bull.

But when Max was in the car she turned to him, the sun setting outside, eyes as wide as dinner plates.

“Can we come back tomorrow?”

And the tickets were dirt cheap. And Billy hates being at home.

So they did.

And they watched the rodeo queens.

And the team-roping.

But it wasn’t until the calf roping that Billy felt his heart sink.

Because he thinks Steve Harrington might be the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

Tall and broad, smiling like sunshine at his gorgeous black quarter horse, patting her strong neck and leading her to the entry point of the arena.

His name was loudly announced after the event name.

Calf roping, with our very own Steve Harrington! Steve will navigate his beautiful June into the arena, trying to rope and tie down a calf as quickly as possible!

Billy had tuned out everything but his name.

Leaning forward on his bench seat to watch him lead June up to the starting line, give her a few more pats before swinging one leg up, heaving himself up and over her back, settling into the saddle with a grace Billy doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to describe.

Steve appeared to shake himself out, leaning forward over June’s neck to speak quietly to the sleek horse, wiggling his hips a bit in the saddle.

And then he sat back up, readying himself and waiting for the countdown.

He was off like a fucking shot.

Billy’s never seen anything fucking like it.

June kicked up dirt as she thundered through the arena behind a small herd of a few calves, Steve ducked low against her neck as he led her forward, his lips moving as he spoke quietly to her, egging her on and forward. He was clinging to her for dear life, his legs straining as he was tossed up and down in the saddle.

And then he let go of her reins, one hand reaching for the rope on his belt.

And it was the most hick shit he’s ever seen.

This flannel-wearing cowboy on his perfect fucking horse, roping a baby fucking cow.

He slipped the knot around it from his perch on the moving horse, lassoing it easily like that was a common skill, and with a fluid practiced movement, he tossed himself off the slowing horse, getting on one knee to tip over the calf and tie it up like it was second nature.

And maybe it was. Performing in a show like this.

That’s all it was, a performance. Practiced and rehearsed over and over for Steve and June.

It was over in a blink, Steve tossing his hands up to show he was finished, and the calf didn’t break its bonds.

The whistle blew and Steve’s time was read to the arena. Nine seconds. And apparently, nine seconds was a good time, judging by the way Steve’s raised his fists in the air, and patted June’s neck so gently.

He mounted back on his gorgeous horse as the calf he had roped was released by a few of the rodeo workers and the next guy took his position at the starting line.

Steve did a lap around the arena of June’s back, smiling and waving to the crowd.

And maybe Billy just has an overactive imagination.

Maybe his stupid gay brain was looking for something not there.

But he could’ve sworn he saw Steve grin just a little bit brighter in his direction.

There were a few riders after him. Competing to earn a faster score on the same track.

But Billy didn’t give a fuck about calf roping if he wasn’t watching Steve and June.

The sun was setting as Billy finally led Max out of the fairgrounds, one hand on the top of her head, steering her towards the Camaro.

“So, you think we can come back next weekend” Max was giving him a big shit-eating grin, powdered sugar all done her front from the final funnel cake Billy had shelled out to buy her.

“Don’t see why not. Get’s us outta the fuckin’ house, don’t it.”

“Plus, there are lots of good-looking cowboys, just everywhere. Did you see the guy doing the cattle roping, or whatever? He was cute .” Billy rolled his eyes. Max was just touching the age when she stopped thinking of boys as gross, saw them as cute, and whatever else she said. It also made her realize that having a gay brother apparently meant talking about nothing but boys. It made Billy wanna slam his head into the steering wheel. He grunted in response as she kept going on and on about Steve.

Like Billy didn’t see the way his thighs gripped the sides of his horse, like he didn’t watch as he hurled himself off June to tie up the fucking calf. Like he didn’t watch him take that fucking victory lap, shit-eating grin looking like home on his pretty fucking face.

“You gotta carry your own weight, you know that, right Shitbird? I’m talking, pay for your own damn fried shit.” He bets Susan would give him money for tickets if he acts real nice this week.

He can’t blow all his savings at the fucking rodeo of all things this summer. He’s got plans for the wad of cash burning a hole in the shoebox in the back of his closet.

Max huffed at him.

“What am I supposed to do? Get a job? I’m thirteen .”

“So? Babysit or some shit. Rob an ATM. Fuck if I care. Just quit stealing all ‘a my goddamn cash for your fuckin’ funnel cakes .”

“You’re just pissed off because you didn’t try one. They’re the best. You gotta have one next week.”

“I, unlike you, care about what I put in my body.”

“Yeah, because cigarettes and beer are so much better than fried dough .”

“Whatever.” The truth is, Billy’s gotta watch what he eats. Max didn’t know him when he was prepubescent and chubby. He can’t be sitting there shoving funnel cakes in his mouth and not expect it to all go to his gut. Not like her. There’s not an ounce of fucking baby fat on her. She’s positively scrawny. If anything, the funnel cake might help her out a bit.

“Yeah, whatever .” She huffed, slumping back in her passenger seat. “But can we come back?”

“Fuck, if you keep askin’ me, the answer’s no .”

She huffed again. She does that a whole lot when they talk.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it. I saw the way you were watching Steve race. You were practically drooling .”

Billy clenched his jaw.

“Was not .”

“Was too .”

And Max had a knack of leading Billy into moments like this, childish little arguments that made him feel kinda weird inside. Made him feel kinda warm at how sibling it was. Like they hadn’t been forced together just a few years ago.

For all his bitching, he really did like the little spit. If he didn’t, he’d be a bigger asshole than she’s always accusing him of being.

“You don’t even know what I look like when I’m really eyeing a boy, if you think that was it. Just, you know. Respected his riding.”

“ Respected his riding. Yeah ‘cause you wish he was riding-”

“Finish that sentence and I’m pushing you out of the fucking car.”

“I’m right, though.”

Billy just reached forward to turn up the radio, letting Dee Snider drown out any other awful shit Max wanted to say to him.

Which was probably showing his hand too much. No direct answer pretty much means affirmative when it comes to Billy. And yeah, Max knows that. Judging by the way she’s cackling like a goddamn gremlin over the sound of the music.

He just pressed his foot down further on the gas pedal, letting them fly down the highway.

And he thought about Steve and June, thought about how fast Steve could press that girl to go. Thought about him leaning forward, flattening himself to the horse’s neck, gripping onto the reins and urging her forward, urging her faster.

And if he thought about those strong legs wrapped around him, if he thought about what Max was about to say, Steve riding Billy like he would that fucking horse, his hips flexing as he bounces up and down, well, that’s his business.

And the next Saturday, Susan slid him a crisp twenty-dollar bill to buy Max some lunch at the rodeo.

They took it more seriously this time, bringing water bottles, and Max slathering thick white sunscreen on her freckled skin.

Billy even wore shorts, some old jeans he sacrificed to the summer gods when he wore holes in the thighs and chopped pretty much in half.

And it was kinda fun.

He knew what to expect now. Knew the barrel racing was all women, all beautiful horses winding their way along clover-shaped tracks. He knew that the bull riding was a little more fun to watch with a shot in him, and that his fake i.d. could get him an alcohol wristband from the tent at the front.

Max sneered at him when he bought himself a beer later in the day.

“Uh, you know you have to drive me home, right? Like, and not crash your stupid car on the way home.”

“Fuck off. It’s one beer.”

“And also that shot earlier, and I know you have a flask.”

“Okay, what are you, the cops? I’m just tryna enjoy myself in this blistering fucking heat. I don’t exactly get my rocks off to any of this shit.” Which is a lie. He’s totally sold on every stupid fucking event at the motherfucking rodeo.

“Fine. You wanna get stupid and drunk? Then you have to take me to the pageant. I wanna watch it.”

“Since fucking when do you give a shit about the pageant .” Max glared at him. Her nose was beginning to get red.

Maybe if Billy were less of a shithead he would tell her to put some sunscreen on. But she was really testing his patience today.

And then her eyes went huge, and her jaw went slack, and Billy was just about to tell her to close it and quit lookin’ like a dead fuckin’ fish when he heard someone cough slightly behind him.

And when he turned, he almost made the exact same stupid dead fish face as Max.

Because gorgeous cowboy Steve was standing right in front of him. In another cracker of a flannel shirt, stupid blue jeans, and fucking cowboy boots, because yeah. He’s a goddamn hick that rides a horse and ties up calves in a traveling rodeo for a fucking living.

And God save Billy, because hot damn.

Steve had an easy smile on his face, a little bit lopsided, and perfect white teeth showing between perfect pink lips.

“Hey there.”

“Howdy,” Billy responded before he could stop himself, his face burning up.

He was hoping he was already sweaty enough Steve wouldn’t notice the flush.

But thankfully, Steve’s smile went wider, and he laughed, this gorgeous bright laugh, his head tossing back, and that thick hair flowing easily.

He had gold streaks in his hair, lighter browns tussled within the darker colors. Billy wondered if they were natural, days spent out in the sun on his horse. Part of him hoped they weren’t. Part of him hoped that Steve was that intentional with himself and his goddamn hair.

He smiled at Billy.

“I’m Steve.”

“We saw you. Last weekend,” Max blurted out before Billy could kick her. She looked shocked that she had even spoken when Billy turned to give her a death glare. But Steve just laughed his gorgeous laugh again.

“And what’d you think?”

“She wouldn’t shut up about you on the way home.” And Steve was back to looking at Billy, and his eyes are so fucking big, like, who’s eyes are just. Like that. Just fuckin’. Big.

“And what about you, uh-”

“Billy. And this is Max. My sister.”

“Well, Billy,” and fuck Billy nearly creamed himself at the sound of Steve saying his name. “Did you like my display of talents ?”

“Could say so. I don’t give too many shits about all this hick farm stuff. But I can respect it.”

“Well, that’s alright then.” And Steve reached out to pat Billy once on the shoulder. “I hope I see y’all around. I gotta head off, June needs some TLC before our time.” He smiled at Max, and her already red face flushed deeper, almost blending into the roots of her flaming hair.

And then he doubled back.

“You know what, I forgot why I came over here in the first place.” He was digging through his jeans, rummaging around in his back pockets.

Billy wanted to slide his hands in there, cop a feel while he helped Steve look for whatever he was going to offer Billy.

And then Steve brought out two white wristbands.

“They’re for, uh, VIP seating and stuff. If you’re interested. Gets you closer to the arena. That way I can just see what you look like after I’m comin’ off a ride.”

Hoo boy.

This little cowboy has some fucking charm.

And he knows it too, judging by his smug little half-smile he gave Billy while he fastened the wristband around his wrist.

He helped Max with hers, doing it faster than he had Billy’s, and with a lot less eye contact, which was a good sign. He’s not perving on his twelve-year-old sister. Which is cool.

And then he was looking back at Billy, and brushing his long fingers over the tops of Billy’s shoulders, his arms out in his shirt, the arms torn off an old Aerosmith t-shirt he found at the Goodwill last year.

“You should reapply sunblock. Don’t want you burning now.” And Billy’s sure if Steve was wearing a Stetson, he woulda tipped it at them. “Enjoy the pageant.”

And he was off, and Christ, those jeans. How did Steve even successfully ride his horse in those things? They were so tight, showed off his nice peachy ass as he walked through the fairgrounds.

“Wow,” Max said. And yeah, Billy felt the same.

“In case it wasn’t clear, based on the way he was flirting with me, and also that he’s way too old for you, but, uh, dibs .”

“Billy, you can’t just call dibs on a person.” Billy just laughed.

He knows that his twelve-year-old fucking sister doesn’t have a shot in Hell with Steve. Really, he doubts he even has a shot in Hell with Steve, but he also likes to spend his time making her life as difficult as possible without actually being a shitty person. So, he just riles her up. Says shit that’ll get her going. He wouldn’t be doing his brotherly duties if he didn’t say that shit.

Max calls it even by kicking him in the shin twice and making him watch the stupid beauty pageant.

Which, like, why the fuck are there beauty pageants at the rodeo anyway?

Turns out it wasn’t pageant at all, but the four previous Miss Rodeo’s all lined up and looking far too glammed out for this fucking heat.

Max faked being disgruntled by the disappointment, but Billy knows, somewhere inside that tough bitch little soul of hers, she’s glad she didn’t have to sit through a goddamn pageant just to make Billy miserable.

Besides, Billy had whipped out his flask a few times, and he was feeling alright. Just buzzed enough that the heat had stopped making him feel quite so disgusting.

But not too drunk to miss calf roping.

And yeah, maybe it was a little bit lame to make their way over to the VIP seating earlier enough that they scored the front row. But when Steve came trotting out, leading June behind him, Billy was close enough he could pick out the cluster of moles on Steve’s left cheek.

So, lame was not in Billy’s vocabulary today.

It was pretty much the same thing as last week. Steve made everyone in the arena ooh and aah with his riding, tied up the calf in less than ten seconds once again.

But this time, when he took that jaunty little lap around the small arena, Billy knows for a fact Steve grinned at him. Knows his stupid gay brain wasn’t making up the wink he tossed effortlessly in Billy’s direction.

And they left, just like last weekend, as the sun was beginning to sink below the horizon.

“Just, c’mon. Mom gave you money .” Max was whining for a corn dog, of all things. When they have perfectly good, not fried food, at home.

“Maxine, I swear to Christ, I’m fucking tired. Let’s go home so I can crash, and you can fucking drive Susan up the goddamn wall with your whining.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“I don’t know. He doesn’t seem too bad.” And Billy felt his insides curdling at that voice, felt himself wilting and shriveling because he would not be getting out of this day without one final, no doubt embarrassing, encounter with his gorgeous cowboy.

Steve was leaning against a booth selling chili fries, looking like a perfect picture of a Clint Eastwood movie.

Billy had never liked westerns.

But he was gonna go home and spend all night watching every one he could get his grubby little hands on.

Steve pushed off the side of the booth as Max found her words again.

“You don’t have to live with him.”

“And you don’t have to live with my folks. I’d trade you any day.”

And Billy nearly died. Right there. On the spot. Because. Holy shit. I’d trade you any day.

Billy was more than happy to follow this fucking hick around America, watch him ride his pretty horse before fucking him against the stable wall.

Or whatever. Do they have stables? Billy doesn’t know how a traveling rodeo works.

But like, they’ve gotta have stables, right?

“Nah, you’d get sick of him. He stinks.”

“Have you ever smelled horse shit? Because that’s the fragrance I wake up to every morning.”

And Max was laughing, and Steve was laughing, and Billy was trying to keep his hands as casually as possible in front of his slight chub.

“Will I get the privilege of seeing you two again?” And what a way to word it? The privilege. And then Steve was looking Billy up and down, and he was biting that perfect bottom lip and opening his mouth and “I could always give you my phone number. So we can. Meet up. Next time you’re here.”

“‘Course. You can give us the grand tour.”

And Steve was digging in those tight back pockets again, and shoving his phone into Billy’s hand, and he doesn’t have a passcode, but his home screen was a picture of him and his fucking horse which is, just about the sweetest thing Billy’s ever seen.

And Billy put himself in as Billy Hargrove , and then panicked because Steve doesn’t know his fucking last name. So he settled for Billy and then for good measure shoved San Diego after it because. Billy’s a common name, okay?

And Steve took his non-password protected fuckin’ horse girl phone, and Billy was giving him as charming a smile as he could muster with sweat on his upper lip and saying-

“You better text me, Pretty Boy. So I can save your number.” Billy shrugged, looking off to his left to try and seem. Nonchalant. “In case I wanna see you again.”

And Max was rolling her eyes, but she wasn’t stopping away. Wasn’t even whining at Billy, no doubt on her best behavior in front of hot cowboy Steve.

But Steve had a glint in his eye, and if Max wasn’t here Billy would be playing this all different, laying on the charm a lot thicker than he was.

But he can’t be a horny bastard in front of her. That’s just, like, gross.

So he settles for making a real show of licking his bottom lip, and maybe flexing his bare arms just a tiny bit.

“We should probably get goin’. Got a curfew for this one,” Billy jerked his head in Max’s direction. She huffed before she could stop herself. “See you around, Cowboy Steve.”

And Steve gave another one of his pretty ringing laughs.

“Come again soon, Billy and Max.” And again, Billy’s sure that if Steve were wearing a hat, he would’ve flicked the brim at them as he set off back into the rodeo, dodgin off the main thoroughfare.

“Wow. That was embarrassing for you.”

Billy whipped his head around to stare at Max, giving her the most disgusted look he could muster.

“The fuck you mean?”

“You were so obvious.”

“That’s the fucking point . We were flirting. It’s supposed to be obvious, you demon.” Billy shoved her once before stomping in the direction of the parking lot.

“Yeah but you were like, making these faces at him.”

“Shut the fuck up. I know what I was doing, okay? It was all very calculated . Let him know I’m down for it, and if he texts, then I’m good to go. If not, then I move on.”

And the thought of Steve not texting was kinda, disappointing. Because Billy really wanted him to text. He wanted to stay up late giggling at his phone and the dumb things Steve texts him and pretend they don’t make him flush like a fucking school girl.

He pointedly didn’t look at his notification when he reached the car, just shoved an old tape in and turned up Black Sabbath when Max wrinkled her nose at it.

They were both quiet on the drive back home. Something heavy unsaid between them.

And only as Billy was pulling into his spot in the driveway did Max suck in a big breath to actually put it out there.

“I won’t tell. About him. Not even Mom. Not even that I think he’s cool.”

“Thanks. Easier just to. Avoid at all costs.”

And if Billy were a better person, maybe he would hug her or something.

But they don’t do that. Instead he sighed and didn’t hip check her violently off the porch like his instincts were telling him. So really, he’s a fucking saint.

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bunnyywritings · 5 years ago

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nice to meet you..?

bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

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[a/n: it’s finally here! Part one of ‘time to hit the books’ it’s a little nerve wrecking since I’m not very confident in writing these types of au’s BUT I’m excited to see how this turns out and I hope you all enjoy! Also, sorry it’s a bit short, I promise the next chapter will be more interesting since this is more of a introduction chapter -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

“Alright everyone, remember to cram as much studying as possibly over the next couple of weeks. If you fail this exam, I will fail you and you will have to take summer remedial lessons.” Everyone cringed at the thought of spending the summer in a classroom. “With that being said, class is dismissed. Get outta here.”

Excited chatter filled the room as everyone was packing up their stuff. Relieved that the school day was finally over. You had started to walk out with Denki when you heard Aizawa call out to you.

“Can I have a word with you?” Surprised you nodded, Denki muttering a goodbye before walking out.

“What’s up Mr. Aizawa? Is uh...is everything okay?”

“Well yes and no.” His uninterested tone doing nothing to quell your nerves. “As you know, the OWL exams are coming up. And, well, to put it bluntly...” he seemed to be a bit conflicted on his wording. “Your grades are slightly above average so there’s no problem there but you scored very low on every practice exam that we’ve had so far and as your homeroom teacher, I’m concerned.”

An embarrassed blush made it’s way to your cheeks and the tips of your ears. “Y-yeah...” You scratched the back of your neck. “I tend to test really bad, so I am a bit worried.”

“As much as I trust you to study hard, I want you to have someone to help you improve your test scores. So I’m assigning you a tutor.”

“Oh...okay. That’s understandable.”

“You may not have met him yet, he’s in my morning class but he’s an honor student and he’s gotten the top score each practice exam.” Just then, the door forcefully swung open. An angry looking blonde kid swaggered through the door. His disheveled tie had the gryffindor crest on it. “(Y/n), this is Bakugo Katsuki, he’s going to help you study for the OWL exam.”

“Tch, so this is the extra they needs help?” He scoffed. “Listen up you hufflepuff dimwit, I’m only doing this so I don’t get docked grade points. Don’t think I’m doing this willingly.” His growl caught you off guard. He was definitely not your stereotypical gryffindor.

“Uhhm o-okay. That’s n-no problem hehe.” You laughed awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond to such bold distaste.

“I trust that the two of you will make up a schedule and keep to it.” You nodded while Bakugo just huffed in annoyance and shoved his fists into his trouser pockets. “Alright, you’re dismissed.” And with that, Bakugo high-tailed it out of the classroom.

The entire way to the dormitory, you were trying to decide whether working with this Bakugo character would work or not. Entering the common room, you were met with greetings from everyone that was lounging about.

“So what happened with Aizawa?” Denki asked as you dropped your bag on the ground and slumped onto the couch right next to Ochako.

“He’s requiring that I get tutored for the upcoming exam.” You groaned.

“Well, you have been doing pretty bad on the practice exam.” Ochako smiled sympathetically, patting your back softly.

“Who’s your tutor?” Sero asked, taking the seat beside Denki.

“Uhh Bakugo Katsumi? No...Sashimi? OH! Katsuki. Bakugo Katsuki.” You nodded thoughtfully. “He’s uh very interesting.”

“No kidding, that kid is kinda a jerk.” Ojiro scratched his cheek softly. “You know Midoriya, in our class?” You nodded, “That Bakugo kid constantly bullies him.”

You gasped. “No way, but Izuku is so sweet...” As conflicted as you were, you knew that there was probably more to this Bakugo kid than anger. But as you sat there, the others continued to voice their obvious disdain for the kid.

“Hey guys...maybe we shouldn’t be so mean about it. There has to be more to him than that, he’s probably s-super nice once you get to k-know him.” You stuttered in defense of your tutor. Whether you personally knew him well or not. You instantly realized that was the unpopular opinion.

“(Y/n)’s right, we shouldn’t be bad mouthing someone we don’t know.” Tsu agreed, which made everyone hesitantly drop the subject.

“So how about that potions class, huh?” That seemed to put everyone in the right mood as they laughed and reminisced on your earlier class when Professor Midnight mixed the wrong things in her couldron and made it explode.

The rest of the day had gone like that, you guys were just talking about whatever until it was time to head over to the grand hall for dinner where you all split off to your respective friend groups.

“Hello.” You sighed as you slipped into the seat, greeting Shoji and Tokoyami.

“Hello (y/n). Is something the matter, you seem worried.” Tokoyami tilted his head to the sided, Shoji nodding in agreement.

“Well, the upcoming OWLs are getting me a little stressed PLUS Aizawa gave me a tutor to help me out but-“ You were cut off by a loud commotion a few tables away.

“Get out of the way you damn nerd!”

“S-sorry Kachaan!”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!”

“But that’s him.” You face palmed, finishing your sentence.

“Bakugo is your tutor?” Shoji’s eyes widened.

“Well yeah but I don’t want to make any assumptions until I actually get to know him...you know?”

“You know, sometimes you hufflepuff’s are exactly what you’d expect.” Shoji chuckled teasingly, shaking his head. “You’re too kind for your own good.”

“Well, is that such a bad thing?” You tilted your head in thought.

Once dinner had started, the three of you had talked about how classes were going and maybe making plans to head down to hogsmeade during the weekend. Both Shoji and Tokoyami were Ravenclaw, and it showed. They were the most chivalrous and studious people you knew, but in terms of houses, not everyone was the stereotypical house expectation.

“Hey, (y/n)?” You turned to see Todoroki, he was one of the few Slytherin you knew.

“Oh hey Shoto.” You tried hard to suppress your blush. “Do you have the your notes for herbology? I would like to borrow them, if that’s alright. Your notes are usually very neat and comprehensive.” Your cheeks burned with the blush you were holding back.

“Of course! Thank you. C-can I give them to you after dinner?”

“That sounds quite alright, I’ll head to your common room later. Thank you (y/n).” Then, he left. Leaving you a blushing mess as your two friends poked fun at you. Bakugo had seen the interaction from the corner of his eye and growled, turning back to his food and continuing to eat. You were none the wiser.

You were giddy as you walked back to your house dorm and rushed to your room, Mina and Ochako jumping at the sudden intrusion. Both confused at the smile on your lips and the blush on your cheeks as you grabbed your bag and started to rummage through it.

“What’s got you all worked up?” Mina giggled.

“Oh n-nothing. Make sure your out before curfew or Professor Aizawa will kill you.” You giggled, despite the warning in your words and before they could question you further, you rushed out once more. The moment you stepped out, you were met with the sight of Shoto leaning against the wall near the entrance. He was in a simple black jumper with his house crest on it, and some grey sweatpants.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” You called out softly, causing his to stand up straight and approach you.

“No, that’s alright. He smiled softly. Bakugo had hid behind the corner once he had hear the two of you talking, teeth gritting at how stupid it was. He watched as you timidly handed the slytherin boy your notebook, and how your blush intesnsified when your fingers accidentally brushed against each other’s.

He got even more frustrated at how his chest constricted. Why was he so angry? He had seen you at the start of the year but had never talked to you, he had seen you interact with his friends before and he always found himself looking at you during breakfast or dinner time. He was always entranced by your smile, or the slight snort in your laugh when Shoji or Tokoyami said something comedic.

“I hope I can re-pay you. Maybe you’d like to join me to hogmeade on Saturday? I’ll treat you to some butterbeer for the trouble I’ve caused you.”

“It’s really no problem, I-“ You paused when he took a step forward, leaning down inches away from your face. “Please, I insist.”

You swallowed nervously, “O-okay sounds good. G-goodnight Shoto.”

“Good night (y/n), see you in class.” You bit your lip as you watched him walk away.

Not only did he despise Todoroki but he was his rival too, since both of them were the captains of their respective quidditch teams. So the fact that he was making you stutter and blush, he also had done something he previously never could’ve done...actually talk to you.

“Hey, idiot!” You jumped, the sudden loud voice shaking you from your daydream. “Our first study session is Friday night, after dinner. Got that?! We can study in your stupid common room since the extra’s in ours never shut up.”

“Oh uhm okay, sounds good. Thanks Bakugo!” Your smile caught him off guard.

“Whatever dunce-head, I’ll see you then.”

You watched as he stomped away.

“What’re you doing out of the dorms? Curfew is in 10 minutes.” Aizawa’s voice made you eyes widen.

“I-I was just gonna head in, g-good night!” You panicked and ran into the dorms.

“MINA!! Code red!”

“Crap! Bye Uraraka, (y/n)! See ya later!” She grabbed her things and rushed to the false bottom under your bed. There was a secret stairwell that led straight to the kitchens and passed the normal entrance. It was very useful to use as a way to grab some midnight snacks. You quickly got ready for bed, getting some homework done before settling under the silky bed covers and plush pillows. You had quidditch practice in the morning so you needed to get some rest. All that was on your mind though, was your outing with Todoroki and your Studying with Bakugo. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t handsome but his attitude was a little off putting. Still, you didn’t want to pass any judgment until you actually got to know him.

That’s if he gives you the chance.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ (open): @stargazerunlimited, @ohbois-biggay-bnha

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha hogwarts au #time to hit the books

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 5 years ago

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For the soulmate au how about 16 (you feel your soulmates pain) with Josuke?? But, like and it’s totally cool if you don’t wanna write this due to the content or whatever, but Josukes soulmate self harms and like he knows cause you know he can feel their pain and he wants to help them but when they finally meet his soulmate tries to reject him cause they don’t want to burden anyone with their problems/don’t feel worthy but, obviously, he isn’t just going to accept that. Thanks!

Was changed to bullied reader.

Shine on

(Yandere Josuke Higashikata 4 X female reader)

Your father sighed as he returned home.

"How was your day honey?" Your mother asked as she grabbed his briefcase and gave him a kiss.

"Oh it's was great" he replied, you knew he was lying through his teeth but it was a secret between the both of you. You let out a sigh of your own while you sat on the couch with an ice pack to your jaw.

"(Y/n) what happened?" Your father asked.

"I wasn't paying attention and banged into the wall" you also lied and he knew it.

"You've gotta be more careful, ok?" You father said.

"This is the third time this week you've gotten into some kind of accident" your mother said before returning to the dinner she was preparing in the kitchen.

You father slumped down next to you and loosened his tie before turning the volume up on the tv before turning to you.

"So what really happened?" He asked.

"I got punched in the face... I can assume that your day wasn't the best either?" You replied.

"Yeah... I just keep get pushed around at work" he sighed.

"I wish we could just leave this town" you sighed.

"Me too but I gave almost all the money I had for this place... And there's no way I'm going to find anothet suitable house like this anywhere else for the same price" he explained.

"Besides your mother loves it here" he continued.

✨✨✨

"Josuke what did I say about getting into fights?!" Tomoko scolded.

"But mom I didn't get into any fights" Josuke replied as he placed an ice pack on his bruised jaw.

"Then why do you have that bruise?" She asked.

"I just got it randomly, I just felt something hit my face and I got it ok" he argued causing her to let out a sigh.

"Fine" was the only word that left her lips as she rolled her eyes.

✨✨✨

You opened up you locker and let out a scream as a bunch of cicadas rushed out causing you to fall. You really hated bugs and your bullies knew it. You rubbed your head as you pushed yourself up into a kneeling position with the your other hand.

"Hey, are you ok?" A male asked as they pulled you up from under your arms and helping you too your feet.

"Yeah, just got a bit scared that's all" you replied in a shy tone as you turned around to see the delinquent with a Princely charm that all the girls were crazy about, Josuke Higashikata.

"I don't blame you, bugs are just gross and they always appear out of nowhere" he said as he pulled a disgusted face and shook a little.

"I haven't really seen you around Marioh, what's your name? He asked.

"Mine's (Y/n)... My family moved here a couple of weeks ago" you replied.

"We I'm sure your going to love it here" he said, not even bothering to tell you his name; you probably already knew who he was.

You thought for a 'delinquent' he was rather outgoing. His bubbly personality almost made you forget how much you hated school until you noticed all the girls giving you icy glares.

"Well thanks for helping me up but I should really head off to my class" you said as you quick grabbed you stuff and shook of any remaining bugs before locking it.

Josuke noticed the way your attitude changed as he saw how the other girls looked at you and sighed, maybe he was just overthinking things.

"Alright, I hope that I can at least see you again soon" he responded as you ran off.

✨✨✨

The whole day had been a huge bore for you, your previous school use to be so much fun and you use to have so many friends but here you were just a nobody that no one really wanted to associate with, or at least in a nice way.

You had just finished cleaning up the classroom and was taking the trash to the furnace when three girls appeared from around the corner which caused you to drop the bad of rubbish as you heart skipped a beat in shock. You quickly grabbed the bag again and tried to walk past them but they stopped you.

"So your not even gonna say anything!" Hissed the girl with long black hair and dark brown eyes that had a distinctive mole under her eye, she reminded you of a woman from a horror manga your read not so long ago.

"I... Don't really have anything to say... I'm just taking out the trash" you mumbled in response.

"So you think you so above us! The nerves you've got to talk to Josuke!" The curly brunette spat.

"Wait... You guys are getting mad over that... He just helped me up, that's all" you stuttered as you stepped back.

"Oh he JUST helped you up, huh? THAT'S ALL?" The blonde growled.

"Do you not understand how lucky you are?!"

"You don't deserve his attention!"

"God, why would he have even wasted his time talking to a loser like you!" Their hate filled words trying to cut into you but you didn't show it.

Eventually the words turned to push and shove but you didn't fight back, it would only make things worse. One of the girls scratching your forehead with her fake nails, one coming off in the process.

"You, you ruined my nails!" She shrieked before delivering a low blow to your abdomen.

You fell to the floor, your head resting on the rubbish bag as you curled up into a ball and tried to catch your breath. You looked in the corner of your eye to see a figure in the distance hunched over.

"Josuke?! Are you ok!" One of the girls screamed as she rushed over to him. You rolled over to get a better look to see Josuke better.

"What happened to you?" One of the other girls asked as they rushed over to him. One of the girls offered a hand to help him up but he simply slapped it away.

"I didn't think girls... could he vicious towards each other" he breathed as he got to his feet.

"But Josuke-"

"Get outta here, you think I'd care about a girl who hurts people!" He nearly yelled as he still held onto his stomach. The girls all looked in shock before they left without a word.

You finally managed to catch your breath before you tried to get to your feet only to fall down again.

"Hey (Y/n)! Are you ok?!" He asked as he ran over to you.

"Yeah... Just got a little winded... That's all" you huffed as you tried to get up again only to fall into his arms.

"You seem more then just winded" he commented.

"I didn't get the best sleep last night..." You commented before looking up at his face and noticed the counselor that had slowly been rubbed off his face during the day, revealing a bruise much like you own.

"That bruise... How did you get it" you asked.

"I should be asking you the same" he replied.

"Huh, what are you talking about?" You exclaimed as you tried to push away from him due to the awkwardness of the situation but he only pulled you closer.

"You have the exact same one hidden under sime counselor too, don't you?" He asked.

"And when those girls started attacking you I could feel it" he explained.

"Really, that's weird" you replied as you managed to squirm out of his grasp.

"I'm sorry but I gotta throw the trash away and get home before my parents get worried" you explained as you grabbed the rubbish bag and speed around the corner as your face turned completely red and your heart was going crazy.

'is this love?!' you thought to yourself.

'no no, what are you thinking, you can't just know someone for a day a think your in love!' another part of you mentally scream.

'besides what makes me so special?'

✨✨✨

Weeks had past since then and the bullying hadn't been as often as it usually was. Josuke would always try to talk with you when he could but you always wondered why he would bother to talk to you, you weren't much.

As you walked back home school but as the sky darkened you couldn't help but feel like you were being followed. You kept looking from side to side but you could see anyone. You turned a corner only to be grabbed by the shirt by a total stranger.

"So your the shrimp that made my little sister cry!" The male hissed.

"I don't know what you're talking about?!" You exclaimed.

"You know damn well, my sister comes home everyday in tears or is fuming about how you keep interfering with her life!" He growled.

"I don't know who your talking about or how I'm interfering with their life" you explained. The male's face only contoured into anger as he readied his fist to punch you.

You closed you eyes and waited for the blow but it never came.

You opened your eyes only to see another person behind you had caught it with one hand before they used their free arm to deliver a low blow to the male that made him fall to the ground and scramble away.

"(Y/n) you gotta be careful when it gets dark" the familiar voice lightly scolded. You turned around to see Josuke who flashed you a nervous smile.

"J... Josuke, thank you" you nervously thanked him.

"It's no problem... I can't have you getting hurt" he stuttered, hoping you wouldn't suspect that he had been stalking you.

"What brings you to this side of town at this hour, I thought you lived over the side?" You asked which made him mentally go into panic, he needed to make an excuse and quickly.

"Oh... I was just gonna check on my friend... Koichi, yeah he's been really sick lately..." He replied.

"Oh well I hope he gets better" you said as you were about to walk off only to have Josuke grab you hand.

"(Y/n), can I tell you something?" He nervously asked. He realised that it was his chance to ask you out.

"Ok, sure" you replied.

"I know we've only known each other for only a couple of weeks... but whenever I'm around you... I get butterflies in my stomach and my heart goes crazy... I really like you and I just wanted to ask you if you'd consider being my girlfriend?" He asked as a big goofy smile appeared on his face, desperately hoping you'd say yes.

You looked at him in shock, you couldn't deny that he was attractive, you had the same feelings but you want to ask him why he'd choose you...You couldn't understand why he'd ask you out. There were so many other girls who were smarter and prettier then you. He was out of your league.

"I'm... I'm sorry but I'm not interested in dating anyone as of yet" you replied, hoping he'd take the rejection lightly.

"Oh..." He only just managed to croak out as that smile disappeared from his face.

"I hope you can understand where I'm coming from, right?"

"Yeah, of course... You're not interested in dating in general, I can understand that" he replied.

"Good"

"Well I gotta head home now... See ya again I guess" you said before running off, partially because the awkwardness of being around a guy you just rejected and partially because you didn't want to worry your parents.

Josuke just stood there and watched you as you faded into the distance yet again like you usually did. He knew damn well you were lying through your teeth about the whole disinterest in dating, maybe you were scared about his wondering crowd of fangirls; some of them got really competitive about being around him.

He knew it was going to be a tough pursuit to win your heart but for you he was willing to do whatever it took.

✨✨✨

You opened up your locked expecting another parade of insects to tumble out but instead you found a little pink box that sat on-top of your stack of school books. You were hesitant to grab the box but also curious as to what could be in it.

You eventually grabbed it and gave it a light shake before opening it up just a smidge to make sure it wasn't a prank. Satisfied that it wasn't you opened it completely to see a beautiful silver chain and a heart shaped pendent with a large diamond in it along with a little folded piece of paper. You unfolded the paper to see a simple yet endearing message.

SHINE ON!

You knew it had to be from Josuke. You felt so bad knowing that he'd probably had to pay a lot of money to get that for you. You just wanted to find him and give it back to him, you weren't worth getting a necklace but until you saw him next you might as well wear it to remind you, so you put it on before grabbing you books and closing your locker.

Like every other day it just seemed to drag on at a snails pace and it was just draining to endure. During lunch you just sat in the classroom by yourself and ate while reading Tomie. It was tranquil but is was disturbed by the girl from the over day that was real life look alike of the hauntingly beautiful manga character.

"Heard you were with Josuke last night, so what's up with that?" She hissed.

"He just helped me, this guy grabbed me and was about to punch me when he showed up..." You explained.

"You're just an attention whore aren't you? Making out like your a poor girl whose done no wrong" she hissed.

"But what have I done wrong?" You asked.

"I'll tell you, you slut!" She screeched as she raised her hand above her head but before she could slap you Josuke grabbed her by the wrist.

"What did I say a couple of weeks ago?" He hissed at her.

"Josuke... Why are you all over this punny girl, you know you've got so many other girls that could give you so much more" she slyly replied as she tried to caress his cheek but some invisible force grabbed onto it. She desperately tried to move her hand but to no advil.

"What's happening?!" She cried out as she continued to struggle until you saw a hole go straight through her chest and her blood spill everywhere and within the blink of an eye it was all gone, almost as if it never happened.

She fell back and looked at the male in horror and confusion. You would have thought you were hallucinating but it was obvious that it happened by the way she held her chest, like the feeling echoed through her body.

The gravity of the room was almost suffocating as you saw Josuke the angriest you'd ever seen him.

"Josuke-" she muttered out only to be met by his wrath.

"You're pathetic! I don't want you or any other girl, I want (Y/n)! Now if you even think about laying a finger on her again I'll bring a world of pain on you!" He yelled, causing her to stumble once more before she could get on her feet. You stood up and tried to leave but some invisible force held you in place.

"Now get lost! And make sure to let everyone know that anyone that messes with my girlfriend is dead!" He added causing the girl to practically crawl out of the classroom in fear.

Josuke turned to you and his anger instantly faded.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, I'm just so sick of how everyone treats" he explained to you as he got closer. You wanted to speak but you just couldn't find the words. When he looked down to your neck and saw the necklace his eye lit up in joy.

"I knew you'd love it" he nearly beamed as he pulled you into a hug and spun you around before putting you down again.

"Josuke... It's a nice gift but I don't think I deserve it, you must have paid so much to get it... I'm not worth it" you explained as you took it off.

"Don't be so ridiculous-"

"And I told you this before, I'm not interested in dating" you explained.

"Oh come on (Y/n), if you're afraid of those other girls then don't be... They will never hurt you again, I promise" he said as he pulled you in by the waist.

"But Josuke-"

"Just give me a chance (Y/n), I'll be the best boyfriend you could ever ask for" he pleaded.

#jojo bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 4 #diamond is unbreakable #josuke 4 #josuke higashitaka #josuke x reader #yandere jjba #spacy works

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meowdymista · 5 years ago

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i. the one that got away

Warning: spoilers

Part of Devil’s Backbone project - Masterlist - redrafted on ao3

“I think someone’s coming.”

Sadie leans out from around the station, expecting another false alarm. Abigail keeps her head buried in her son’s hair, breathing in his scent, trying to keep calm. This was why she stayed in camp as long as she had. It was bad enough waiting for his damn horse for the duration of whatever job he was on. The anxiety driven adrenaline was always pumping, and the sudden rush of relief often left her over tired and snappy - she prays under her breath, eyes scrunched closed. Bring him back to me. Please bring him back to me and I will never shout again - I will be silent, I will be complacent, just please, please-

“Is that...?” Riding haggard down the train tracks, he’s rasping, bloody and muddy, but oh so very there. Spotting her with her long blonde braid and the fitted trousers, he forces the crook of his mouth to chisel into his cheek, and tips his hat with the last of his energy.

“Mrs Adler.”

“Arthur!”

Her soft features shatter. Tilly is already running into the road, not looking back, her sobs the opposite end of the spectrum..

“Arthur! Arthur, you made it!”

“Let’s git him off his horse. Tilly, think you can hitch her?” The grunt is undeniable. Raspy, rough and deep. It’s not him. She squeezes her eyes tighter, stars erupting under her lids - Please, please, please-

“Mama! Uncle Arthur’s back!” She tries to gather the energy to keep him close, but her body is a bag of bones with no tendons. The boy tries to tug her up by her index finger, but the weight of the world is suffocating. Her boy - their boy. All that wasted time. She still couldn’t tell him.

“Forget me,” grumbles Arthur, his spurs clanking over the planks. “Where’s Abigail?”

“She’s- she’s here. What happened?”

“Abigail-” The heat that tilts her chin is gentle despite the calloused skin. Her body responds, sweeping her face to the left and then back into the safespace of his hand. “Abigail, look at me.”

A sob heaves out of her chest, her lashes dropping their heavy load as he comes into focus, dishevelled, beaten, but unmistakably there. He takes a breath to speak, but it catches and his own mouth droops lower than she has ever seen. His other hand holds her neck, supporting it. “He-” The tears fall with his hat. “Abigail.”

She throws herself up against him, sobbing uncontrollably, crying harder when she catches Jack’s small voice asking Tilly if Mama is hurt, is he hurting her, she looks like she’s hurting.

“He came back.”

“John?” She scrambles, trying to push him back so she can see the verity in his eyes, but his grip is surprisingly firm for his shrinking frame.

“Abigail…”

“Where is he? Where-” And already her energy is used. She slumps back against the wall, her weight taking him with her.

“Woah there cowboy,” growls Sadie, pulling him back, but Abigail is past caring. There was no weight left to crush her. She feels him resist at first, before relaxing, allowing the woman to pull him back until he is lying on the planks barely able to catch his breath between coughing fits. She hears the slug of water Tilly retrieves from his satchel, and even hears the air as he shakes his hand at her, still spluttering breathlessly.

He groans loudly as the fit passes and he accepts the drink.

“Did you say something about John?” Sadie is squatted next to him, holding his shoulder to keep him balanced. Tilly is knelt the other side, wiping the gleam from his brow. “What happened when you got back? Micah? Dutch? The money?”

“Jack?” he gasps suddenly.

“I’m here, Uncle Arthur!” The man sighs with relief, or exhaustion. Jack brushes Abigail’s hair from her face. “Mama, are you sick?”

Sadie curses. “I think she’s passed out.”

“Nah, she’s there.” He coughs and staggers to his feet despite Tilly’s objections. “She’s in shock. C’mon, we all need-” He hacks away again, shaking his head as his adopted sister rubs his back. “We need a roof. Somewhere to stay. Somewhere-”

“Somewhere to get you two rested up,” finishes Sadie. He nods. “Tilly, I think there’s a room above the gunsmith.”

“I’ll be right back,” she promises, lifting her yellow skirts, her beaten boots kicking the dirt up behind her.

“Unser Retter!”

“No, no, he’s fine, leave him be.”

“Ist sie verletzt?”

“She’s with me too. I just sent my friend to get us a room.” Sadie tries to disrupt the amalgamation of foreign chatter, but it’s sweeping over Abigail’s head, swirling into nothingness.

“This man- he helped my family. His friend; she is sick also?”

She sighs in exasperation. “Listen, we’ve just been through a lot, we don’t need saving. Like I said, my friend-”

A male voice gushes more foreign sounds.

“My father. He wants to help. He- he-” The small voice sighs. “Er wird sie heben. Heben?”

“I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I think he’s offering to carry her,” growls Arthur. “We’re fine, friend. Thank you. I can get her.”

“Arthur, you ain’t even carryin’ yourself right now!”

“You and Tilly need to get yourselves out of here.” He looks up to Sadie, blue eyes begging, each breath rasping from his open mouth. “There’s too many of us. I’ll take care of ‘em but I need you-”

“What you need, Arthur Morgan, is to quit trying to be the hero,” she snaps, grunting as she lifts Abigail to her feet. “You helped me out at Hanging Dog Ranch, and I did my best to get John’s family out. You can’t do this alone. Let me help.”

“Fine,” he wheezes, stroking Abigail’s arm as Sadie helps her in the direction Tilly left it.

“Where’s Pa?”

“Listen, Jack. I need you to be brave. Can you do that for me?” The boy nods, eyes wide with fear. “Follow Mrs Adler and your ma. Miss Tilly is getting you a bed for the night.”

“You not comin’?” calls Sadie, glaring back.

“I’ve been runnin’ with Dutch over twenty years. They know who I am. It’s the best chance I can give yer.”

“Sir, you stay with my family.”

He grins. “See, hospitality abound!” He looks back to the girl and her father. “I can’t accept that. I’m a dangerous man, but thank you.” “We found you on the road,” the girl replies. “We brought you home. My father, he has medicine.”

“I’m past medicine, miss.”

“My uncle is doctor in Germany. You come with us. We have medicine.”

******

They pass a week in Annesburg, Sadie scouting ahead with advice of various homesteads.

“If we could get to Strawberry,” murmurs Arthur as the blonde mother forces a bowl of grey blue paste into his hands. “There’s a couple of cabins up there. A taxidermist who’s never home and a newly married feller that rode off the cliff.” “How’d you know about those kinda things, Arthur?” she asks incredulously as he spoons the goo into his mouth. “And what the hell is that?”

“I quit askin’.”

“I know I knocked Pearson the whole time we were in camp, but right now he looks like the chef of the century.”

His chuckle tickles his throat into a cough. “They make proper food too. I think it’s medicine of some kind. Or poison. Either way, no one else here seems to get it. Want some?”

“I’ll pass.” Sadie surveys him. His eyes are a little less dark, his breathing nowhere near as raspy and somehow his face is a little fuller. “You know, Morgan, I thought you were dead when you rode off.”

“So did I.” He coughs into the handkerchief again before clearing his throat. “Listen, go North outta here an’ take the road North East, up the hillside. Eventually you’ll see a little cabin with blue shutters - last time I went by, the place was empty and had been for a while. Might be a better place for y’all to stay ‘til we can get somethin’ more permanent.”

“What about you?”

“I got contacts. Met a widow an’ a coupl’a hermits.” He shudders as he forces the last of the paste down his throat. “One’s a self proclaimed King. I gotta check the small print, but I’m pretty sure if I kill him, that makes me the new monarch.”

“Oo, look at you! Got your sights set high, huh?” Sadie lands a soft punch to his shoulder as he coughs out a laugh. “Living up to the legend!”

*****

“SNAP!”

“Yeh’re gettin’ good at this, Jack.”

“I’m winning! I’m winning!”

“You sure are, son. C’mon, I’m gonna go a bit quicker now, yeh ready?”

“Damn straight!”

“Hey now, what would your mama do if she heard you cursin’ like tha’?” There’s a small nervous giggle. “Naw, this time it’s just between us boys. Don’t be sayin’ tha’ in front of your mama, ok, Jack?”

“Sorry, Uncle Arthur.”

“S’alright, just don’t go makin’ a habit of it, yer hear? Else she won’t let me play you again.”

The silence is broken by the flick of cards. The world is swirling, knocking her sick. Everything aches and her head is heavy - it takes a few seconds for her brain to catch up. The damp is leaking into her hair before she realises that she’s crying.

“Mama?”

“It’s ok, Jack. Keep practicing.” A chair drags dully across the rug and the rugged warm hands encase the folded frozen pair on her stomach. “Abigail?”

The whisper is warm and dances over her skin, waking it up. Blinking, she tries to open her eyes, but there is too much moisture. His thumb strokes her lashes clean, and she tries again. Arthur is watching her with concern, his blond hair a halo in the light from the window.

“Hey there, darlin’. You thirsty?” She shakes her head, her neck stiff, but as she swallows to speak her throat is dry. “Here, we got you a cup, just take a sip for me.”

She obeys, accepting his help as he tips the cup to her lips. Through the gap her swollen eyes can make, she sees Jack turning cards and counting them to himself. “Did you teach him to do that?” she croaks.

Following her gaze, he chuckles. “Blackjack was no fun without a dealer.” She scowls as he leans back to cough. “I’m just messin’. Kinda.”

She sighs, a smile trying to fight it’s way onto her face, but the anchors pull down at her cheeks. “You said- Something about John?”

He hesitates, glancing at the boy as he scrunches up his handkerchief. She touches his hand, the one that’s still on the bed.

“Please?”

He sighs, fingers scratching into his beard. “I will.” He meets her gaze, his eyes sad and sick. “But not with the boy here. Later. I promise.”

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funkymeihem-fiction · 5 years ago

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Operation: Miracle Prawn - Part 5

(The final chapter in the Miracle Prawn meihem series! Thank you all for reading!)

“Are you sure we have everything?” Mei pushed her glasses back up her nose, brows knitted fretfully as she began clicking rapidly at her tablet once more. “Powders, lotions, meds…What about diapers? What if she gets sick and you run out of diapers? I’ll order more diapers. And formula? Once the stuff in the refrigerator is gone, what if she doesn’t take to the formula? Or maybe she doesn’t like that brand? What if she gets hungry and she won’t eat and I’m not here? She’s not old enough, I’m not supposed to leave her alone yet! Should I cancel? Here, I’ll call Winston. I’m canceling—”

Junkrat shot her an irritable look. “She won’t be alone. Fuck’s sake, darl, you got any confidence in me at all?”

“No! I mean, yes! I mean, I didn’t mean it like that! But it’s just such a long time and she’s just getting over her first cold, and why does it have to be now?” She reached up to where the baby’s tufted blond head lay slumped against her father’s chest, asleep and blissfully ignorant to her mother’s ongoing tempest. “Can’t they find someone else for this stupid summit? I should be here…”

Junkrat had replaced his usual bomb-holding harness with a baby-holding type instead. It was a lot bulkier than what he was used to, more used to the weight of a RIP-Tire on his back than an infant on his chest, and instead of loose wires or jagged metal scraping against his ribs he had to worry about curious little hands or the occasional foot to the gut. Also the prawn tended to explode even more randomly than his old bombs and it usually smelled a lot worse. But for now she was snoring and breathing very gently against his collar bone, where she’d apparently inherited her mother’s ability to sleep through anything short of a nuclear blast, as Junkrat had to pry Mei’s hands off her as gently as he could.

“S’only a week and you’re a bloody guest of honor and whatnot. The suits are gonna be expecting you to talk about the climate-whatevers. Come on now, you’ve been just as cramped as I’ve been for the past few months. You think I can’t handle my girl on my own for a few days? She and I are gonna have a blast!”

“That’s what I’m worried about!” Mei protested again. “No blasts while I’m gone.”

“You’re no fun at all. Your mum’s no fun, is she? Here I was, planning on showing her how to build a bomb-wheelie, throw ourselves a baby kegger, have a few beers, rob a few banks… Oh come on! Don’t give me that look, you’re doing the look again! Listen, you can call every single day or send Nan to check up on things if that’ll calm you down. Everything’s gonna be fine. I keep telling you I can do this. I’m her da, after all. You go take care of things there, and I’ll take care of things here, yeah?”

“Ana will want to check in on Thursday. And I said I’d only call once, halfway through the conference. I promised. Are you sure you’ll be okay, though? I-it’s not that I don’t think you can do it. It’s just…I won’t be here for her. This conference is all the way in America. I’ll be so far away from you both, and I’ve never been away this long. What if something happens, and I can’t…? I can’t lose anyone else…I can’t lose her…She’s got to be okay. You both have to be okay.”

Junkrat’s scowl softened, snatching up her hand and placing it to his jaw. “Lookit me. D’you honestly think I’d let anything happen to my own prawn? This one, snoring away right here without a care in the world? You’ll be back before you know it and she’ll be none the wiser. And blimey, it’s not like I don’t have the whole damn population of Overwatch on the other side of the door. Nan’s going to be buzzing around, Angelface is back in two days, and Roadie’s…” His expression went dark again. “Well, guess we’re not counting Roadie anymore.”

Her palm cradled his cheek, soft and cool as he leaned down into it. “I know it bothers you,” she said. “But you just have to give him time. I keep saying he must have his own reasons? We can’t press him.”

“You know the only time he saw her? You know the only damn time he’s bothered to show up, is when you were popping her out. And after that he fucked right off! Surprised he’s still even around at all. Just goes to show, doesn’t it? I try to employ the man, give him a better life and new opportunities and whatnot, and this is how he repays me! S’only through the kindness of my tender heart that I haven’t fired him already! It’s pink slips all the way down, that’s what it should be!”

Mei sighed, eyes rolling upward briefly. “Okay, now we are both acting a little irrational. Just, please be careful while I’m gone, okay? Call anyone if you need to, even if you don’t think you need to. If you need help, it’s okay to need help.” Her tablet beeped and she tapped it again, tucking it away and patting herself down. “Oh no, my flight’s here! That’s so soon! Just…be good, both of you. Promise?”

“Yeah, promise and all. C’mere.” He turned awkwardly to the side, opening one arm and leaning down to plant his lips to hers…and then needing to practically pry her off the baby again, when Mei’s kisses were making her make little noises and threatening to wake her up. “We’re both gonna be fine, you’ll see! You go do the thing, and these days are gonna fly right by. We’ll see you in a week.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mei!”

“N-no, no, I’m sorry! Sorry. I’ll see you in a week. Take care of things while I’m gone. Bye bye, zài jiàn!” She hefted her suitcases and hurried off down the ramp towards the base’s docking area. She paused at the bottom, offering a wave. For a moment Junkrat was afraid that she was going to turn around and try to come back again for the third time, but after a dangerously long moment of hesitation she finally grabbed her luggage and bustled out of sight.

Junkrat exhaled after making sure she was actually gone this time, twisting his neck to look down at the slumbering package still strapped onto him. “Bloody hell, you’d think it was a year away. Guess she’s just fretful over you still, d’you think? Well we’re going to show her that everything’s all shine, just the two of us. We can handle it, ay?” He tweaked at her bootied foot and felt it flop limply. “Huh. Unless you’re just asleep for the whole thing, I guess. Come on, let’s get you down in bed proper. And then just think, a whole week with your da! Aren’t you the luckiest prawn in the world!”

***

The prawn had taken her nap like a champion, not waking up no matter how hard he hammered and banged in the next room, disassembling a broken cleaner bot that he’d found in the garbage. Even if Overwatch offered him new parts and all the latest up-to-date technology, he still felt at his best when he was elbows-deep in oil and scrap. And afterward he’d even remembered to wash his hands just how Mei wanted. Or at least enough that it wouldn’t leave black fingerprints on the little animal blankies, which was good enough.

But eventually she’d had her fill of naptime and decided to announce her awakening with a racket as usual. No doubt she was hungry, since her main states thus far had been sleeping, shitting, or eating. Junkrat was a good and responsible father who followed the instructions he’d been taught repeatedly, heating up the milk to just the correct temperature and holding her just how she liked before nudging the bottle’s nipple at her squawling mouth.

Usually she was a ravenous little thing with an appetite to match his errant bodyguard, always eager for tits just like he was. But on their very first damn night alone, of course she decided to be a real wombat about the whole thing. No matter how he tried, she refused to take it. It wasn’t the first time she’d gotten fussy about dinnertime, but her mum had always been around to provide her with the source she preferred. But Mei wasn’t here this time. And no matter how he tried to explain it to her, she just wasn’t getting the picture.

He tried again, easing it at her mouth and cursing aloud when she turned away. “Noooo no no, c’mon now. Your mum’s off doing big science-type things. Now I might not have precisely the tits you like, but this is gonna have to do. Now just oooopen up and— Fuck! I mean, not fuck! Not fuck!” He grabbed a nearby rag and wiped at her face as milk slid down her cheek, which only made her cry more. “Okay, you’re making this harder than it’s gotta be. Work with me here.”

Eventually she did work with him, seemingly deciding at complete random to turn her head and latch onto the bottle like nothing had been wrong at all. What the hell? Normally he enjoyed the work of a fellow agent of chaos, but not when those chaotic whims were aimed at him. It had taken over a half hour just for one feeding, with her fussing and wailing the whole time. But he calmed his jittering and held her steady while she eagerly drained the bottle. Finally.

At least she belched easily enough, when he held her on his bony shoulder and patted the air out of her. She smiled when he pulled her back down, and he liked to imagine that it was a real smile aimed at him, even though he knew better and that she mostly smiled when she was farting, which was…yep, that was exactly what she was doing. He sniffed, then coughed and held her out at arms’ length. “Aawugh! Right outta both ends on that one! That’s definitely from your mum’s side. Now secret between you and me, lovey, your mum’s got some rank ones, real bonzers. Think it’s from all the vegetarian slop she insists on eating. That adorable sweetie pie exterior she’s got, it’s all just cloak and dagger to hide it when she rips gas, so you don’t suspect the source. I’m onto her, though, you’ll see.”

“Nnhg!” the prawn protested, starting to fuss again before he popped a rubber dummy into her mouth. She calmed somewhat, so focused on the pacifier that she didn’t seem to notice that she was socking herself in the cheek. Attagirl. He waved away the smell and carried her off back towards her chair, strapping her in and adjusting her blanket so she’d be comfy while she sucked the dummy and watched the proceedings.

“Your mum also seems to think I can’t do this. Imagine,” he said, diving back into the guts of the cleaner bot with both hands. “I know I ain’t— I know I can’t always remember things exactly. But still! Bit shit, really, thinking I can’t look after you. You’re just as much mine as hers! Half junker, after all. Of course I can handle you.”

She punched herself in the face again and crossed her eyes.

“Exactly! Memorized everything, wrote it all down, put reminders up, even agreed to let Nan come check in halfway through. It’s all a bit thick for my liking, but what else can I do? Can’t get mad at Mei for it. Just worries for ya, all the time. Worries for me too. Says she can’t lose us no matter what. I dunno, makes my ribs hurt when she says it.” He reached in and tore out a connecting rod, beginning the delicate process of dismantling its smaller bits. “D’you think that’s weird, how something can physically ache like that? Is that what heartbreak feels like? Or is it maybe just the nerve pains again?”

She snuffled and made a wet noise that sounded almost Hog-like.

“Good point. Guess we just gotta prove we can both do this no problem, ay? I’m not gonna forget anything and you’re probably just going to sleep for most of the week anyway. You just gotta eat, shit, and maybe grow a few kilos. Maybe take it easy on the shitting part, though? Not to offend, love, but between the gas and the nappies, you’re basically a biological weapon in a onesie. But no worries! Me and you, right? Who’s gonna be my good girl while mum’s away!”

She coughed and the dummy clattered onto the ground with the sound of hollow plastic. Without even looking, he paused where he was screwing the panels apart on the cleaner bot to sweep it up, wiping it down before he distractedly replaced it in her tiny mouth. He went to sort through the big screws again, when he suddenly sat up very straight and his yellow eyes widened.

“Wait, I—”

“Mmmmnn!” The prawn uttered a whimper behind him, and something was wrong.

Rat whirled around from where he had started to prod the rubber dummy at the opening of the bot’s panels, still holding it in his hand. A large metal bolt screw was resting on his little girl’s bib, where it had just rolled down her chin. He’d been holding the wrong fucking thing. He’d just stuffed a fucking bolt screw into his daughter’s mouth. Thank fuck she’d had more sense than him and had spat it back out.

“SHIT! Fuckshitno! No no no no!” He threw everything aside, metal clattering in all directions, snatching up and hurling the offending screw across the room like a grenade. The prawn’s eyes widened at the noise and she promptly started wailing again, a smear of black on her smiling yellow duckie bib. He wiped at it desperately, fumbling to unstrap her from her chair as he ran her to the kitchen sink, scooping up water to try and clean her chin. “No no no! It’s fine! I got you, you’re fine, it’s all fine!”

She began screaming harder at the sensation of icy water, and his metal hand all but tore the handles of the sink off as he tried to warm it, trying to stick his flesh hand under the faucet since it was the only one able to feel temperature, but then the water went from too cold to too damn boiling hot for prawns. He yanked her back away from the sink, holding her up to the light and inspecting her open mouth for grease while she wailed right into his face.

Small emergency, but she looked clean. And at least she hadn’t swallowed the fucking thing… Mei would’ve had his head on a goddamn platter, and that was only if he didn’t do it himself for hurting his own little girl. That had been too fucking close. But hardly unusual for someone like him, a colossal fuck-up of a junker who should never have had a kid in the first place. No wonder Mei didn’t believe in him being able to—

He shook his head clear, nerves rattled even as he tried to paste his grin back on. Pulling her up against his chest, he rocked and patted her and crooned her little nonsense songs, her cries going muffled as she scowled and flailed a tiny little clenched fist at him. What a scrapper. He probably deserved those tiny punches.

“Shhh shhh shhh, was just one little mistake! Everyone makes mistakes! It was just…one teeny one, right? And you’re a canny one, you knew better. Smarter than your da, aren’t you?” He patted at her fluffy yellow head, trying to rock her. “We’re not gonna tell Mei about this. I’ll be more careful, swear it. Just gotta get me head on straight, sort through me thoughts. Won’t happen again. Come on, there’s a good girl, she’ll be apples, ssshh shhh!”

She seemed less than convinced, and the rocking only seemed to upset her more. Her sobbing continued, only getting louder in pitch and ferocity. Somewhere in the other room, a timer chimed and began playing a happy tune, indicating it was time to try and feed her yet again. He limped for the fridge, and the prawn stopped crying and abruptly smiled up at him. It was an evil smile, just like his but without any teeth. An extremely foul smell began to emanate from her diaper, even worse than before. This time it smelled…solid.

With that business done, she promptly started crying again.

Junkrat started to have his doubts.

***

Roadhog sat slumped in the depths of his sofa, surrounded by cushions and pachimari toys scattered around him. Licking one broad thumb, he separated the paper pages of his book. It was going a little dog-eared, but that’s how he preferred them. Mei had tried giving him one of the computer books, which she said could hold thousands upon thousands of books at one time, or even read them to him if he liked. But he had always declined. He was usually forced to listen to Junkrat talk for hours at a time and found the silence an escape. And he liked old books— real books. He liked the smell and the feel of the paper. He liked the tactile nature of them and their visual presence. And he especially liked their covers: usually with swooning figures falling all over each other, set in exotic places.

This cover was a good one, too. There was a model-looking woman with curly brown hair and dressed in a brocade dress of some old more-romantic time period, her hands raised to her face in mock-alarm at the appearance of her lover in the window of her castle, his face cast into shadow. Judging by the blurb, Roadhog had already surmised that the secret lover was probably a vampire or some such. Vikings, bodices, and time travel were possibly involved too, he wasn’t sure yet.

He’d been doing a lot of reading, lately. With Junkrat now indisposed with Mei and their girl, most of Overwatch had seemed to forget his presence. There had been an occasional mission where he’d been tasked with extra muscle, but he was still ‘the bodyguard’ in their minds. Only now he had no body to guard. Junkrat was technically safe, or at least as safe as someone like him could get. Mei was safe. And their little girl… Everybody was safe. Without him, even safer.

He stayed away from family affairs. They weren’t meant for him. Simple as.

It was getting late in the afternoon, sunlight streaming in through the high window of his garage. It fell across him and warmed his old bones, bathing him in yellow light that was nothing at all like the scorching UV rays of the Outback, but just a pleasant glow for him to read his romance novels to. The dehumidifier rumbled and churned in its comforting mechanical way, drying the air to how he preferred it. The smell of drier sheets still emanated from the basket of fresh laundry that the cleaning crew had left that morning. Everything was pleasant…almost too pleasant.

The distant and muffled wail of a child cut through his drowsy contentment like a hot knife through skin and fat. The sound of a baby’s cry soon drowned out everything else in his mind, hardwired into primal instinct like nothing else. It agitated him on a level he could not describe, and it was getting closer. Closer and closer, and louder and louder, until it was right outside his abode.

Fuck. No.

He pulled on the comforting confines of his swine mask, inhaling a rasping breath of calming hogdrogen from one of the canisters nearby, and he listened in silence. The crying stopped its journey in front of his door and set up shop on the stoop, and he heard a faint rustle and curse before a series of rapidfire poundings rattled the door like gunfire. It was high up, metal against metal, and without any rythym or pattern. That was Junkrat then. That was Junkrat and his baby girl, trying to hail him. The baby, especially, was trying to hail him, with the racket she was putting up that could even drown out her own father. They were here and they bayed for blood and answers outside his door.

“Hog! Haaaaawg! I know you’re in there, Pigface!”

Roadhog remained silent and still and did not respond, waiting for them to leave again.

The pounding and crying continued. “Hog! Roadhog! Get out here! Fine, if that’s how it’s gonna be, we’re… No, no, I’m not yelling at you. Da’s just going to take care of a few things here.” The junker’s shrill voice went low again, or at least as low as Junkrat was capable.

Roadhog waited, even though he knew it was fruitless. And sure enough, there was soon a bang and a puff of smoke from his door’s control panels, as it blew the module from the mechanical interior. It slid open a moment later, and an extremely irate-looking Rat was squatting a distance away from the explosion, holding both hands over the ears of the little girl squirming in the carrier strapped to his front.

He straightened, and even at a glance at a distance, Hog could tell that he was more out of sorts than usual. He was twitching maniacally, his grin was of the stressed gritted sort, his eyes were rimmed in red veins and dark shadows, and every movement was weighted down with the poisonous mixture of exhaustion and caffeine that was uniquely his own. He threw himself forward, hauling a duffel bag along with him that was overflowing with diapers, rags, and bottles instead of bombs and mines. With a snarl, he came limping into the garage home, looking so indignant that it made even Hog almost forget that Rat was the one doing the trespassing.

“Not even gonna answer the bloody door for me!” he said. “As if I couldn’t knock it down in ten secs flat! Would’ve saved me a lot of bother, and now you’ve gone and upset the prawn even more! No no no, da’s not mad at you, darl. Shhh shh shh. Shhh! F-fuck’s sake!”

Roadhog grumbled and set his book down. The peace of the afternoon was now shattered with a baby crying and her father yelling. The smell of soot, ash, and baby powder was noticeable through his filtered mask, replacing the new laundry smell. Even his sunbeam retreated as a cloud passed overhead and blotted out the light, as if to shield itself from the scene down below.

“Hmmn.”

“Don’t you ‘Hrmmm’ at me, mate! Some standover man you’ve turned out to be! Went and scarpered first chance you got, that’s what you did. What’s all that? Left me and Mei and the tot to our lonesomes, barely surviving!”

The little girl hiccuped and waved her limbs weakly from her carrier, still crying.

Hog eyed them both. “Hmm.”

“It’s shit, that’s what it is! That’s what you are! 50% of my hard-earned living expenses, going for what? You’re s’posed to help me! What is it you want, mate?! Is it money? How much do I gotta pay? How much do you want? Uh, pay by the hourly? How much is that? How about your packimacki toy things! What if I got you some of those! Credits? Omnic botcoin investment? What is it you want to be mates again?!”

“Hnnh…It’s not—”

“It’s not enough?! You think now’s the time to drive a hard bargain?!” Rat dropped the bulging diaper bag onto Hog’s coffee table, on top of the papers and books and everything else, leaning down to rifle through it. Toys and pacifiers and a stray bottle came spilling out, rolling across the cement floors. “Here, help me find the thing. I’ll get you a payment right now.”

“…Hrrngh. No. Listen—”

“Just one hour! Just…just one fucking hour!” Rat pulled out one of Mei’s tablets, and Hog saw how his hands were shaking and how much trouble he seemed to be having just navigating through the intro panels, pausing only to swipe a gloved hand across his baby girl’s face when she drooled onto the display.

Hog watched him try at it for a few moments before he finally rumbled his question. “Rat.”

“Yeah?!”

“When did you sleep last.”

“Huh?”

“Sleep.”

“Uh. How long’s Mei been gone? What day is it? Uh…three? Yeah, probably about three days ago.”

“Hmm.”

Rat turned on him, nearly frothing with rage again. “Which is fine! Who really needs sleep, when I’ve got to keep things going so great with my girl! Don’t give me those disapproving piggy eyes behind that mask, I’m wise to you! Three days is fine! …Or has it been four? What’s today? Shit, is this when Nan’s checking in?!” He spun in a lost circle. “You got to tell Nan I got this under control. I…I might’ve made a few mistakes here and there, with the prawn. But look at her, Hog! She’s still in one piece! The miracle prawn that you don’t give one toss about! But she’s doing great and she’s right here if you just look at her! See? SEE?!”

“…Yeah.”

“Just give me one hour, that’s all. If you’re still my mate at all, you gotta help me with this. Help me bathe her and whatnot, get that bow onto her head, you know, all picture-worthy to send to Mei. Then I gotta clean things up in the room. Had a little incident with the blender. So I took apart the pump for Mei’s tits, using the parts but only temporarily. Cut my fingers up pretty bad, but cleaned it all up and bandaged it good. Then the prawn sort of exploded on the changin’ table, got to bleach that. Not the clothes bleach, but the one in the white bottle: one’s for clothes and one’s for shit, one’s going to burn her if I wash the onesies in it and gets on her skin, and what if I hurt her?! What if I keep fucking it up and she gets hurt?! Does she look thin to you? I can barely get her to eat like she’s supposed to, just refuses it outright. Takes ages just for me to get her to eat even a little. What if we put on the fluffy outfit to hide how thin she’s getting? Here, help me get her squared away before Nan calls in her report—”

“Rat. Tell Ana you need help—”

“Fuck! No! Are you out of your gourd?! She’ll tell Mei, she’ll tell Mei everything that I’ve done wrong, that I’m a shit dad who never should have been a dad. And Mei can’t think that, not after everything!” He paced from one end of the room to the other, peg leg clacking, offering another rubber dummy to his still-wailing baby and helplessly tossing it aside when she refused it yet again. “D’you know how long I spent convincing Mei that I could do this? That she could leave me with the prawn without me fucking it up? She…She’s got to know I can do this. She’s got to at least think I can do this. E-even if I can’t…do this…” He slumped down onto the overstuffed armchair, lanky body practically melting under the ever-growing weight still strapped onto his front, latching both hands over his bloodshot eyes. “Hog…What if I can’t do this?”

Roadhog was silent for a very long time, breath rasping through his filters, audible over the hiccuping and burbling of his impromptu guests. Behind the mask’s lenses, his eyes swerved downward to the little bundle in her carrier. He’d seen glimpses of it from far away, usually attached to Mei, but even when she caught his gaze, she never approached him with it. Even if he hadn’t told her all of it, he had a feeling that Mei knew why he hadn’t visited them. Not visited her…

This was the first time he’d seen her up close since the day of her birth. She’d been fresh as a newly-laid egg when he’d seen her, barely cleaned and still green around the gills when Junkrat had shown her off from behind the glass. She’d grown a little since then, the ‘prawn’, and was no longer the shrunken and misshapen thing from before. She had more wisps of yellow, hair, soft and thin as goose down, and eyes to match her father’s. But the cheeks and nose and the stern frown was definitely Mei’s, especially when she finally noticed the big blob that was his presence and she hiccuped and stared up at him in a very accusatory way.

“Bbbwaaaa,” she said.

She didn’t look anything like the one he’d known. That one had been larger, darker-eyed, and with dark hair that had grown in thick right away. That one had been more quiet and more solemn, with a strangely thoughtful gaze for something so small and so new. That one would have had deep thoughts as she observed the world around her, would probably have chronicled it all with the crayons and paper he’d put aside for her for her one day. That one would have sung the song about bumblebees together with him, had already started to try gurgling along with his crooning. That one had only just learned to smile, really smile at his face, and reach for him, and those dark eyes always lit up in recognition with a spark that burned brighter than the white light on the horizon that had scorched her to ashes.

This one was flailing her legs like a kickboxer, snotting and drooling onto her bib, and still trying to focus on the big masked blur that took up her entire vision. He saw the way she squinted, trying to control her eyes and the lids that covered them without knowing how or why. And though she likely couldn’t even see exactly who he was or the danger he presented, she reached out one tiny little hand and flailed blindly in his direction.

“Aaanngh,” she said.

Hog didn’t respond to the gesture, making himself look away as he grunted and leaned down to pick up a rattling toy that had rolled against his boot. Placing it back on the table, he finally went to set aside his novel, placing his bookmark between the pages. “Hm. Can just call Ana. She’ll sort you out. She knows about—”

Junkrat suddenly uttered a snore from where he had collapsed in the armchair, his hands still over his face in exhausted despair. Hog grumbled aloud, eyes rolling skyward behind his lenses. It wasn’t the first time that Rat’s poor sleeping habits had led to narcoleptic tendencies, but this time he couldn’t truly be irritated at him. This wasn’t from too many nights of shitty coffee and crumpled plans, but from desperately trying to attend an apparently-capricious infant on his very first foray being left alone.

It had been many decades ago, but Hog could still remember how fucking terrifying that had been, to be left alone with something so precious but so fucking fragile. There had been no sleep to be had then, either, when the baby had gotten sick while her mother was so far away, and he’d been Mako. Every cough or whimper she made had been like ice in his veins, barely able to grab an hour or two of sleep in as many days. He could remember being so tired that he’d fallen asleep rocking her, with the formula heating up on the stove, and had later awoken to the smell of burning milk in the kitchen and her coughing vomit into his lap.

Rat’s exhaustion was from a different source, but Hog knew what it could do to a man. Could drive someone crazy, or at least crazier than normal. Could you make you desperate to try so hard that you only made it even more difficult than before. Could have you run on fumes until you finally could fall apart and break down in the presence of someone you thought you could trust..even though he’d abandoned you weeks ago…

The little yellow-haired girl, the prawn, remained blissfully unaware of the turmoil. Her father had literally collapsed with her still attached to his chest, but that was hardly something she seemed worried about now. She’d become so distracted by the big blurry Hog sitting a few feet away that she’d forgotten to keep crying, and she reached for him again. He watched her. She was trying so hard to control those unwieldy little things that were her own limbs, impossibly small fingers curling and uncurling, trying to grasp and not understanding why nothing was there.

Hog remained very still, still watching her. Her arm lengthened, pushed out as far as she could get it from the confines of her carry-bag. Her cheerful little cartoon-printed onesie had been washed recently, still had little specks of lint and fuzz attached to the elastic around her wrist. She seemed baffled by the very concept of her own hand, her yellow eyes suddenly going into focus as she flexed her brittle little digits again, watching them move because she had wanted them to move. Undeterred by her lack of coordination, she reached out to try and touch the world around her.

The big blurry thing shifted in the far distance and rose upward, and Roadhog very slowly loomed closer. The lenses of his swine mask remained cold and blank, until they were caught in the sunbeam that dared to peek from behind the cloud cover, glowing white and yellow. His ‘face’, the one he had adopted in the wake of the apocalypse, was lit with terrifying clarity. An enormous hand, adorned with metal spikes and scars and chipped black nails, a hand that had crushed skulls and spattered blood and wrung the life out of so many, lifted up in front of her. One by one, his fingers curled, until there was only one thick and crooked index, held forth in front of her.

She smiled, and her tiny hand found his offered finger and closed upon it, gripping onto him.

It destroyed him more than the nuclear apocalypse ever had. Instead of scorching fire and bleached rock and bone, it was soft flesh and gentle warmth and potential, and everything else that had ever been stolen from out of the godforsaken desert he’d loved. It was all the ashes that had once poured out of the little blanket he’d tried to hold in his arms, when he’d found her in the wreckage and ruin of their home. Far greater than the treasure that Junkrat had dug out of the wastes all those fateful years ago, it was everything he’d tried to forget, and the one thing in existence that he’d truly fled from… And here she was, again. Even if it wasn’t her…

Mako sighed, lowering his head briefly and breathing deep.

He reached his other hand to awkwardly undo the straps that attached her to Rat’s chest. The ripping of velcro barely roused him at all, but when Hog started to lift the weight of the baby off of him, he launched out one skinny arm that immediately grappled onto his former partner-in-crime’s vest, the other covetously grasping his little girl back to him. Red-rimmed eyes shot open, teeth bared, and Rat was immediately in Hog’s face and ready to fight to the death.

“I’LL CRACK YA! YA WOT, MATE? YA WOT?!”

The girl started crying again.

Hog grumbled at the ruckus, but relented his grip and slowly lifted both hands in an extremely rare gesture of peace. “Rat. Wake up.”

There was a pause as Rat blinked strangely, his eyes not quite in sync. He wasn’t even truly awake, his reaction born of years of rough living and parental paranoia. Shuddering, the aggression evaporated from his stance, furrowed brows easing. He looked around them blearily, then placed a hand on the baby’s fluffy head and eased back into the chair again as he realized where he was. “Oh, s’just you. Were we doin’ something? Uh, what’s the time, I got to feed—”

Hog upnodded to the protesting prawn. “I’ll take her.”

“You?” Rat sneered in indignant disbelief. “You don’t know anything about sprog-rearin’. Dunno why I even came here. Didn’t know where else to go. There was nowhere else to go. I couldn’t… S’just…”

“I know a little. Give her here.”

Junkrat seemed understandably torn, eying his erstwhile partner with a look that Hog knew well, and knew better than to protest. Down beneath all the exhaustion and madness and radiation, all the scattered pieces of calculating genius scraped together in ways that nobody truly understood— least of all Rat himself. The cogs of his mind were clearly grinding, weighing pros and cons and sorting through delusions and realities. There was too much at stake to make the decision lightly.

Hog couldn’t be sure what led him to finally relent, as metal fingers loosened around the velcro straps of the carrier and his grasp uncoiled from around his precious onesie-wrapped bundle. The way he was looking at Hog was still very far from kind, but still he opened his arms and allowed her to be taken from him. Moving cautiously and slowly, Hog lifted the little girl off her father’s chest and deposited her into the crook of his elbow, folding one massive hand over top of her.

“You got her?” Rat fretted.

“I got her.”

“Hrnnghh! Well…! Huh. Actually handlin’ her all right, I guess. Surprised you’d know anything at all about handling babies.”

“…Used to know someone. He had a little girl.”

“Oh yeh? Is it anyone I know?”

“Not really.”

“You should give ‘em a ring, make introductions. Give my lil’ prawn a new playmate and whatnot! Gal pals!”

“Hm. Don’t think so. Not around anymore…And he wasn’t any good for her in the end.”

“Oh. Well then fuck him, I s’pose.”

“…Yeah.”

“Shame, I guess, about the girl. Probably she and my prawn might’ve been best mates!”

Hog looked down to where the baby was gurgling and mouthing at his knuckle. “Yeah. Think they woulda gotten along.”

Rat watched him like a hawk, not looking down even when he leaned to start undoing the wraps and clamps of his prosthetic limbs. There was a faint buzz as the old nerve receptors powered down and went dead, and Rat gingerly went to ease limbs off the stumps of his leg and arm. They looked red and chafed and raw, a far-too-familiar sight from where he’d worn them for too long without a break. He rubbed at what was left of his forearm, brows lowering.

“Going to explain why you bailed on me and mine, then? It’s been yonks since I spied hair or hair of ya. Mei kept on saying you’d come around in your own damn time…but you didn’t. And she kept saying to wait, I just gotta wait. And I thought maybe Mei was right because Mei’s fair dinkum and she’s right a lot, so I waited…and still you never showed. You never fucking did. And at first I was right cross about it all, but then…I started wondering why.”

Hog glanced up at him but said nothing.

Rat’s eerie gaze remained fixated, pupils narrowed to little pricks of black on yellow. “We’ve bashed around for years, mate— years! And we’ve seen some shit together. How many people have I seen you kill? I watched you face down two of the top brass from Junkertown on your land when they came for me, and you didn’t even flinch. Never seen you scared of anything. So I thought it was something I’d done. But wasn’t that either, was it? Fockin’ hell, how many bullets have I had to pluck from the meat of your arse or run to get them gas cans when you couldn’t breathe? And you changed my sheets and even cleaned out the thunderbucket from that time I got dead-real sick in that shack outside of Dooniwop. Not too many blokes would do that. Probably lots of other times I’ve forgotten, too. We’ve been true blue up until now.”

“…Hmm.”

“So what makes someone like you…” He lifted his remaining hand to point at Hog. “Scared of someone like her?” It tilted down to the little bundle in the cartoon onesie.

Hog looked back down to the girl, still quiet. For a long time he simply didn’t answer, unwilling or unable to put it into the right words. He lifted one meaty shoulder in a rather helpless shrug that did not at all suit someone like the one-man apocalypse. “Hmmmh…”

“It’s not me or Mei, is it? It’s my prawn. You’ve been running scared of my prawn for over two months now, and it’s not because of the crying or the nappies or the spitting up or the baby things. It’s somethin’ else about her…It’s somethin’ that’s happened before her…”

Junkrat eyed him again, in the same way as before. Whatever might have been going on in that strange head of his, this time he wasn’t telling. And when the prawn started fussing and whimpering again from Hog’s arm, there wasn’t time to confront the matter further. At least, not for now.

There was simply no time. Rat was already stressed back into action, sliding onto the floor and rummaging through the diaper bag until he came up with a smaller pack, digging a bottle out of it. “Put a pin in that for now, Roadie, we’re in the shit. Still got to get her ready before Nan suspects anything or tells Mei I can’t do this. Fuck, she’s cryin’ again, they can’t hear her cryin’…”

“Give it here. I’ll heat it up.” Hog was glad to be distracted from the conversation and held out his free hand, the bottle plonked into his palm.

“Right, right, right. Okay. Go heat that up, I’ll feed her. Not too hot! Then I’ll get her in a bath, wash her arse, put her up in one of those fancy baby dresses Mei likes. Pose her for some slick photography with her favorite roo stuffie, ya know, for proof of life…” He dug his arm about in the bag, growing more and more frantic. “Wait, where’s her roo? Where the hell is the roo! Mei’s gonna see her without the roo and she’ll know I’ve forgotten it and then she’ll start questioning all the other things I forgot and then she’ll think I’ve somehow faked the pictures, like I got a fake baby that I may or may not have made out of some of her extra clothes and some pillowcases just in case anything happened, not that I’m saying anything happened—!”

“Rat.”

“What!”

“Sit down. Gonna go heat this up. I’ll be back.”

“Will ya be back this time?!”

“Yeah.”

“…Will ya?”

“Yeah. I will.”

Rat made a strange noise, pulling the diaper bag into his lap and continuing his search as he collapsed back onto the sofa. Roadhog sighed and trundled off into the kitchen, filling a pot with water and setting it to warm. He’d done it a thousand times, too many years ago, but still remembered the order. He tested the water, dropped in the bottle, and rocked the little girl that was now bicycle-kicking her legs against his chest and not-quite-laughing.

Hog snorted down at her. “Guess we know which side you got that from,” he said, heading back into the den. “Your girl’s going to be a terror one day—”

Junkrat was asleep again, both arms locked around the bag, his face smushed into a pile of baby clothes and the zipper already pressing indents into his cheek, the missing toy kangaroo wedged into the sofa down by his remaining leg. Roadhog stared down at him for a moment, then placed the kangaroo by his pillow and meandered off again, shutting the door behind him. He waited for the milk to heat, watching the timer and only becoming distracted when he noticed a very small hand reaching up for him again.

The prawn was focused on his face, or what had become his face. Adjusting her up along his arm, he allowed chubby little fingers to clumsily grasp at the rim of the mask’s filter, though he felt nothing from their touch. He rasped in a breath, which seemed to startle her for the first time, and he saw how her eyes widened and she looked suddenly offended.

“Don’t think much of that?” he asked.

“Mmmmnn!” she said, still flailing.

He reached up and very gently took hold of her hand, lowering it away. “Hmm. Guess not. Don’t think she would’ve liked it much either. Didn’t like loud noises. Got scared easier than you do…”

He leaned his head down, undoing the buckles and straps that held the mask onto his head. Its filters hissed as it depressurized and the burn of real air returned with the smell of milk and talcum powder, the scratches and fogged glass of the lenses giving way to almost-clearer vision, looking down at her. Again her eyes tried to focus as she peered back, squinting and furrowing, unfamiliar with the leathery swine-monster above her becoming someone entirely different.

When she reached for him again, he didn’t stop her. Unwieldy little fingers touched the white bristles around his chin, the deep scars and the burns, and the chapped flesh of what was left of his lower lip. This one was still so young, even younger than she had been. He could still remember every moment of it; when she had first learned how to work her hands, how to look between faces, how to smile and laugh, and how to bring her hands together and squeal happily when she heard him singing her favorite songs…like the one about the baby bumblebees…

The timer chimed and he reached to take the milk bottle from the water, wiping it off and testing it on his wrist before transferring her back down into the crook of his elbow. Rat had said that she was being fussy lately, somewhere during his ranting, and Hog wasn’t surprised when she tried to turn her nose up at the offering.

“Hey,” Hog said, the baritone of his voice thrumming deep as she looked up at him again.

He tried to hum, the same tune that his own girl had loved so much— that tune about the baby bumblebees. But he could barely manage a few notes before something old and tired and long-buried lurched in the darkness of his chest and he swallowed the song back down until it hurt, like those bumblebees were stinging him in the throat. He cleared them away with a rumbling cough, briefly placing a hand over his mouth. It had been too many years since he’d sung it, or not enough.

“…Maybe a different one,” he told her. “Know one about the kookaburra.”

Maybe it was the thunder of his voice or the tune about the kookaburra itself, but she seemed entranced when he began to hum. When he offered the bottle again, she stilled her fussing and took it with no more trouble, yellow eyes drifting shut. The bottle steadily drained until she belched against the cloth on his shoulder and yawned with a high squeaking noise like a snared rabbit. He replaced her in the crook of his elbow, and she opened her eyes long enough to smile up at him. Hog almost smiled back.

But then her smile turned into toothless grin, and she promptly passed gas at him before immediately falling asleep, just as abruptly as her father had in the next room over.

He stifled a chuckle, leaning his face away. “Eugh…Yeah, that’s from Mei all right. Might need the mask after all.” He tossed the empty bottle aside and stood, heading back into the den for his armchair and his book, and to keep watch while they rested.

***

Mei trotted up the ramp with her suitcase, and spotted the extremely unmistakable beanpole frame of Junkrat waiting for her. She brightened and waved, hurrying her step with the hovers on her case struggling to rattle after her. “Jamie, zhè biān! Over here!”

One extremely frazzled-looking junker turned at the sound of her voice, his customary grin only able to make it halfway across his face as he opened both long arms. She enthusiastically threw herself into them, and his grip coiled and tightened as he buried his nose into her hair, sighing aloud before he began to plaster her face with irritating kisses while she squealed and batted him away just how he liked. Only then did he rear back up to his full height, keeping one arm draped over her shoulder. “How are ya, darl?”

“It’s good to be back. That was such a long week! Um, n-not that I was worried or anything, I know you said things were fine. I got the little video you and Ana sent of her with her little zebra sweater, so cute! And she took the bottles okay? Was she—”

“Aaah-haha-ha! Nope! Everything was fiiiiine! It’s just…ya know. Prawn’s a vivacious girl and it was…uh. Ya know, she’s kinda got a stubborn streak and I— Uh, maybe you could just not leave again? Ever? Just a joke! But really!” He rubbed nervously at his neck, then blinked when there was a pull at his arm, leaning down to where Mei could plant another kiss on his cheek. Some of the tiredness melted away, his shaky smile steadying. “Ah, heh!”

“I know it must have been hard. It was hard with two of us. I hope you weren’t being too hard on yourself? Like I said, you can always ask for help when you get tired. I know I ended up crying in the bathroom more than once because I was so tired.”

“Mighta been a little more difficult than I’d been crowing. Only a little, though!”

“But…it’s easier with help? I heard you had help?” She lowered her voice scandalously as they walked, looking around as if expecting someone to interrupt them at any moment. “Really? I guess I’m a little surprised that it was Mr. Roadhog. Is everything okay between you two? Was everything okay with her?”

“Honestly, love, I got no idear how it went. Apparently I passed out on his lounger for about six hours straight before he woke me up so I could go get more bottles for her. Was acting all weird about her at first, all…squirrely-like. But when I wake up, she’s fed, burped, changed, and absolutely smitten with the big lug. Ya know, you’d almost think ol’ Pigface has got more experience than he’s let on!”

“W-well, it’s not really our place to… But he was okay with her, is the main thing? She didn’t bother him? And you were able to sleep? It sounds like you might have needed a little break.”

Junkrat turned upon her, wild-eyed. “N-no! No, it was all fine! Didn’t even need to sleep! Who told you that!”

“You did?”

“Well fuck me, then! Yeah nah, I had everything under control! Well, me and maybe a bit of help on the down-low from Uncle Roadie. And the prawn was sheer perfection, not a misstep, absolute angel, definitely didn’t explode a tornado of shit that somehow managed to miss her entire fucking diaper or anything! Speaking of!” He leaned down to snatch up her bag, pushing her in front of him as they rounded the corner. “Think I ain’t the only one what’s happy to see you back.”

Mei’s entire person lit up, even prettier than when his bombs went off. She dropped the handle of her suitcase and broke into a jog, then into a run, right up to the enormous figure of Roadhog, and the cushioned carrier he held in one hand. He upnodded and grunted a little greeting sound, but she only managed a very distracted semi-response before she set upon the carrier with both hands, pulling at straps and plastic buckles until she was finally able to lift the little girl back into her embrace after so long away.

She laughed to herself as she rocked her, covering the little wisps of blond hair with kisses. “Oh no! Nǐ zěn gǎn! You were asleep when I left and you’re asleep when I come back too! Terrible, terrible manners. You could at least say hello.” She pressed another kiss to her forehead, holding her tightly, voice entirely without malice as she scolded her.

The prawn mumbled to herself and stirred but remained asleep through the torrent, sucking on the rubber pacifier, as Mei shook her head and turned up to where Roadhog was peering down at them in his usual silent menace. A quick glance backward saw Junkrat still struggling with the handle to her case, so she took a moment to lean up towards him. “I promised I won’t pry, Mr. Roadhog, honestly I won’t. But I guess I was surprised to see you in those photos with her. I know Jamie won’t admit he was having some trouble with her but… I’m glad he went to find you. I just want to know if you’re okay with her? With everything?”

“Wasn’t in the plan. Was hard. Thought those days were long gone. But Rat needed help. And she’s…” Hog shrugged, rumbling a low sigh before lifting the empty carrier. “She’s all right.”

“Then, thank you. From both of us. Thank you so much.”

There was a loud clatter from behind them. “Ow! Where’s the latch for the hovers! Fuckin’ thing!”

“Oh, here! I’ll get it, sometimes it sticks!” Mei placed one last kiss to the prawn’s head before very carefully placing her back into the carrier, moving to help him where the hover pad had gotten stuck and the entire case now trying to roll around in circles. “No, no, it’s going left, hold it still!”

“Head it off at the pass, darl! It’s goin’ rogue!”

Hog watched them laugh and dissolve into more arguments while their daughter slept through it all, leaning down to strap the little girl back in and cover her snoring body with her blanket again. She might not have been awake for Mei’s reunion, but there would be time later. And Rat was perking up back into his old self again, where he had thrown himself bodily onto Mei’s suitcase and was trying to wrestle the hover port closed again while Mei pulled at his leg and yelled for him ‘not to hurt it’.

They were both looking a little flushed by the time they had straightened it out, and Mei retrieved her suitcase while Rat had firmly wrapped one arm about her once more. When they returned, Hog caught the little glances towards one another, and where Mei was subtly trying to shoo his hand away from her rear. She cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses as her gaze darted to the little sleeper in the carrier, sighing aloud when the prawn only fussed a little at the noise, turned her head the other way, and went right back to sleep.

Hog half-lifted the carrier and made his offer, lifting his head very subtly to Rat. “…She’s asleep. Just ate. Probably going to nap for a while. Could keep her for a bit.” Just as he thought, Mei looked a little disappointed, but he knew she wouldn’t have time to mope for long. He wasn’t entirely sure if Rat had caught his signal or if the younger junker was just being as lecherous as normal, but Rat was quick to seize the opportunity.

“Y’hear that, darl? Prawn’s a champion napper, might be a while. We uh…we got some time? Ya know, I ain’t seen you for a week.” He promptly returned to trying to squeezing at her side and lowered his voice into a hoarse ‘whisper’ that was still audible to everyone around them. “Prawn’s not the only one who’s been looking forward to those tits again…”

“Jamison!” She hissed, before coughing sheepishly and hugging her suitcase like a shield. Likely she would never get used to the junkers’ ‘open’ style of approach. “I-I mean, we shouldn’t inconvenience Mr. Roadhog, and I haven’t seen her—”

“She’ll wake up later on, can get right back on track. But I mean, uh…ya know, if we got time.”

She looked torn. “No, we shouldn’t, we shouldn’t impose…”

Hog snorted and glanced down at her. “Offering. She’s asleep. You got a good sleeper. You got time. Take it.”

Junkrat nosed at her hair, practically salivating. “Oh, she’s gonna take it…”

“JAMISON!” Her face lit up pink. “O-oh! Well I guess…I guess if she’s going to be napping for a while and you don’t mind taking her? Just for a little bit! Um, I guess if…Will you message me the moment she wakes up, though?”

“Yeah. I will.”

Mei offered him a grateful but embarrassed smile, and Junkrat gave him a much more grateful and much less embarrassed smile as well. Mumbling words of both apologies and thanks, she grasped onto Rat’s hand and let him drag her away. Their arms looped around each other in that awkward manner, too tall and too short and determined to make it work despite. Even while Hog watched them go, Rat goosed at her bottom and she slapped his arm, then leaned her head up against him while he laughed uproariously at some joke or other. They turned another corner and were gone, headed back to their home together.

Hog was left alone once more… Or, not alone. Not this time.

The prawn squeaked out another yawn from her carrier and he glanced down at where she shifted in the throes of brand-new dreams. He placed his finger in her open palm, and her fist curled and closed and held on as she stilled once more. He waited until she was pacified, patiently tucking in the blanket again before lifting up her carrier and heading off back to his own home. It was likely she’d be asleep for a while longer yet, and they had time before everything devolved back into chaos.

“Come on,” he told her. “Gonna stay with Uncle Roadhog a while longer.”

Best to enjoy those moments while they could. They were moments you’d never get back, no matter how much he’d give to have them back again. But he had this, at least for now. And it was all right.

It was all right.

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CV SQUAD PT.1 (M)

Podcast host/Youtuber/Influencer BTS & OC

CV SQUAD TAKE: MIAMI,NEW YORK, LONDON, LA

CV SQUAD TAKE MIAMI- PART 1 OF 2

WARNINGS:(There’s both some M/F & M/M smuttyness in here so I’ll let you find out which warnings apply to who) Some hand fun,Hella dirty talk, cum play, spit play, light choking, public sex, light mirror kink ,a ton of teasing between all 8 “Characters” All the boy’s are Bi in this BTW . Tatted and Pierced BTS (Not all but most)

JIMIN/OC MAIN FOCUS OT7 SUBFOCUS (MXM/MXF)

In this part Hoseok/Yoongi have a bigger roll in my opinion but again there all in it a ton

There is a lot of dialog in this one but it’s needed…I’m introducing 8 people sooooo lol

9.7 K

AU SUMMARY : The “CV SQUAD” is made up of Jimin,YN, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Kookie a group of friends who run a podcast called “Candid Vibes” . That was created initially for a media arts project,in college which is actually how they all met! Now fast forward a good 4 years, a YT channel and millions of listeners later..and we have the CVSQUADTOUR. A four city tour spanning over 16 days, with guest appearances from some of their good friends over at “TEAMJTH” AKA Jin, Taehyung,and Hoseok. Follow along to get the full candid behind the scenes access to everything that takes place over the next 2 weeks, including the moments there definitely going to edit out of the tour vlogs!!! P.S the full backstory will be linked at the end!

***This is happening in real time, so in some scenes if there’s a [C] in front of the person dialog that means there talking into the camera. Or if it says [FILMING] that means there in shot but not talking directly to the camera***

****Wednesday July 4th, 5:45 AM,Valencia, CA -CV SQUAD HOUSE (Tour starts on the 5th in Miami) ***

“Ah fuck!!” A loud grumbled leaves Yoongi's chest as he sets the camera on the kitchen counter, ruffling his hands through his faded ice blue locks, readjusting his oversized cat eye glasses on his face before pushing the record button.

[C] “Aye, goodmorning guys, it’s ughhh fuck, 5:45 which is why the lighting probaly sucks in addition to the fact that I’m not Jungkook! Sooo as you guys know we all went out last night with the guys over at TEAMJTH, for a pre-tour dinner thing, which started at 7:30 but Y/N and Jimin didint get there till like 8 which, what the fuck else is new.” Letting out a slow exhale as his body just slouched along the back counter, taking a sip of coffee before continuing his thought.

[C] “ Well, Jin and I were the first to leave around, like 11:30 ish and I had the displeasure of spending the night here, because that’s the only way I’d ensure these asshats woke up on time. And when I got up this morning my phone said the last time the alarm went off was a little after 3AM..and again it’s 5:45 and I’m about to go wake them up because come look at this shit!“ Turning the camera away from his face to let it lead the way down the hallway and into the PR room, or “Hell” as Yoongi called it .

There was a room on the first floor that was originally meant to be a “parlor” but obviously that's not anything the 4 of you would need or want! So it was turned into the PR closet, as you guys were always being sent items to review, or even paid to post about it. It only took one of you missing an ad that couldve made you an easy 3k to realize this shit needed to be kept out of your bedrooms until the job was done. So inteased you have a room filled with numerous clothing racks and boxes, separated by CV member! But it was also where all of your luggage was sitting and it barely looked liked you guys were packed, or at least not 16 days worth!

Letting the camera pan the room as he let out an exasperated sigh, even in the dim lighting only fueled by the numerous neon signs along the walls it was still clear this room was a hot ass mess.

[C] “Can we all take a moment to appreciate the site in front of us, that is without a doubt bullshit!” Panning the camera over to the right, zooming in slightly, on all of your half-assed excuse for packing. “Yeah, so on that note, were gonna walk down the hall and wake up Jimin first, and then make our way upstairs to get everyone else.”

Making his way down a long dark hallway before making a right to head to Jimin’s room, until he hears an almost animalistic noise coming from the opposite direction. Heading to the laundry room instead only to find Jungkook, snoring,with his mouth open, on a bean bag chair..with a bag of chocolate covered lays to his right.

There was a very long pause, as the camera pans between Kookie and Yoongi, before his eyes flutter shut, holding the bridge of his nose between his index and thumb.

[C] “Ya know, sometimes...I just really don’t know what my life is….I really, really don't….” reaching down to shake Jungkook “Hey, hey,HEY! Kookie! Dude whyyyyyyy !? What are you doin on the floor in here of all places?” Pausing momentarily honestly hoping for an answer than even made a fragment of sense. Instead he was greeted with a displeased grumble as kookie attempted to readjust on the oversized bean bag chair .

[C] “Nooo no, no up! Get up, go shower, and finish packing NOW! You got like an hour and 7 minutes. And then your taking this damn camera back because I hate this thing! ”

The tone alone has the younger abiding Yoongi’s orders, far too tired to argue anyway slowly rolling off the floor, grabbing his chips in the process. Managing to get chocolate all over the collar of the white “OFF white” Jacket he slept in. While Kookie slugged his way out of the laundry room, still whining like a bart in the process.

Quickly whipping out his phone to check Jungkooks IG, letting out a relieved sigh at his last 3 posts which all had well over 600k likes. But more importantly Jungkook posted the sponsored post, prior to ruining the jacket...and that’s all that mattered!

[C] “One down..two to go….”

What he actually meant was Yoongi didn't need to wake up was Namjoon, well aware that he was already up and well…..that’s because that's whose room he started and woke up in himself….

Finally heading back to his initial mission, Jimin, turning in the opposite direction, making a right, then walking down four very random stairs that lead to his bedroom . Two black framed french doors sat cracked, the room initially was a sunroom converted to a bedroom because Jimin wanted to be on the first floor and the guest room “wouldn’t even hold my shoes “. So this was the alternative...

Upon opening it he finds the both of you in bed together, but there's nothing even remotely sexual about this if anything it’s comical. Both fully dressed, like shoes and all, how you managed to sleep in that skin tight hot pink body con dress, that barely looked like you had room to breathe is besides me. The upper half of your body was almost hanging half off his california king while Jimin’s foot was damn near in a ballerina point. Evident even through his leather dress boots, neck stretched so far to the side it was almost on his night stand. One hand draped over your hip while the other hung off the bed.

[C] “Why am I not even remotely surprised at this point!?.” A combination of frustration and amusement laced within his voice as he slumped to the ground. Letting a low cackle rupture through his throat, as he still tried to keep his voice at a whisper. Only standing in the door frame at this point. “ I swear I don’t get paid enough for this…..” Walking over to turn on the lights, but unfortunately Jimin only had mood lighting so the dim aesthetic really did nothing to stir the two of you.

Flipping the angle so the camera was facing him again before speaking into it at a hushed tone [C]“Offf course this boy has strip club hoe lighting to go with his damn silk curtains because why wouldn't he! Alright guys’ Imma set this camera on the nightstand, because these two are damn near comatose, and I need two hands for this! I’m not sure how much footage you will or won't get but I really need to get them up so blame Kookie for also being hungover if this parts shitty!”

At this point because of where the camera was sitting you could only see the bottom of the bed , but it was picking up the conversation taking place above it.

Yoongi reached over readjusting your body on the bed only causing you drape your arms around him in attempts to pull him in “No, no, no..Y/n get up..” Shaking your body until your eyes fluttered, making your roll over closer to Jimin, who welcomed you with no hesitation even in his sleep, always a cuddler even in the platonic sense.

“Alright fuck this..” Hopping on the bed between the two of you, shaking you both until your eyes fluttered open. Jimin’s even puffer than usual from lack of sleep, slipping into complete slits in his face. You weren't doing any better, suddenly your lash extensions felt like bricks hanging on your lids, as you struggled to keep your eyes ajar. A loud screech comparable to banche left your throat as you stretched,managing to crack a few bones in the process… “Yo, it’s like 5 to 6...you two need to shower and finish packing,private or not we still gotta go through TSA, and you know how LAX is...we need to be outta here by 8! Let’s get movin!!” He was far from yelling but there was no room for debate within the leverage he held as he spoke.

Rolling over to your side, resting your hand on your temple, eyes zoning in on a very faint mark behind Yoongi’s ear making your smirk slightly. “Where did you sleep last night?” Brow quirked at the sudden implied question, the devilish grin on your face transferring to jimins as he ruffled his fingers through his long dark locks. Currently almost jet black, parted messily down the middle with a couple pieces falling in his face framing that lethal jawline of his! Kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his white dress shirt, leaving his toned caramelized abdomen on display. Giving you a sneak peek at the roses that danced along his ribcage, as he readjusted next to you on the bed.

“Yeah Yoongi where did you sleep last night hmm? Needed a little stress reliever before tour even starts aye?” The playful yet taunting tenor in Jimin's voice eared an eye roll and middle finger from Yoongi.

“Fuck you both, I slept in the guest room thank you very much!” Snapping back with a snarl, while the two of you instantly exchanged glances, eyes meeting and rolling in the same direction simultaneously.

“Really!?” The word left both of your lips in unison, dry as all hell, as you tried to ease off the bed, your hangover knocking you right on your ass. Literally, plopping back down next to jimin, causing him to smile over at you fondly, stroking the side of your jaw. The contrast of the metal from his rings soothing your skin, nuzzling your face slightly into his palm.

The tone in both of your voices screamed “BULLSHIT”! There were things that happened every once in a while that were kept on the DL, even within the squad ,typically never confirmed or denied, just forever the butt of every, inside joke.

“How the fuck would either of you know different? Your drunk ass couldn't even make it upstairs!” The words slipped from his lips so effortlessly it was like he was already prepared for the two of you to give him that reaction.

“Bitch” Bringing your hand down to meet his ass, as he rolled off the bed smaking it so hard your palm burned from the impact. Earning a low hiss to leave his throat, a noise that was secretly pleasing to both Jimin and yourself if were being honest.

“No, but I’m serious, you two up! Up!” Shoeing his hands in your direction .

Jimin hopped off the bed first, throwing his shirt on the floor “For once, the little grimiln over there actually has a method to his madness, we need to get moving princess..” Abruptly grabbing you off the bed and throwing you over his shoulder before walking towards the door.

“Hey I heard that! You little shit!” Yoongi aimed a pillow at Jimin but considering he’s not even remotely athletic it landed on your ass instead! Earning a loud squeal from the sudden change of, well shit everything as now you're literally staring at the ground and his ass, in these skin tight leather pants.

The minute the two of you made it into the hallway and he walked up those 4 steps it was game over. All Yoongi could hear from inside Jimin’s bedroom was you literally screaming “Park, down,now put me down I’m literally going to throw up put me down!!”

Picking the camera off the nightstand as he plopped back down on Jimin’s bed , head jerking suddenly from the feeling of something rolling out of the pillowcase. Only to find it’s a bottle of lube, quickly looking at the brand before giving what appeared to be an approving nod, throwing it to the side before bringing the camera up to his face.

[C] “Well ladies and gentlemen..this is gonna be...interesting..to say the least..I’mma go make my rounds, make sure everyone is actually up. Make sure Y/N didn't puke in the damn hallway, I also need to check in with our boys over at TEAMJTH. I’m sure Jin’s the only coherent one, I know they were all over here at some point and I have no idea what time they left!” Pausing to pull his phone out of his pocket, letting his thumb hover over Jin’s contact.

[C] “ Maybe I’ll be somewhat nice and make a starbucks run….meh will see how I feel.But yeah, will check in once Kook’s sober so he can film because I’m sure this was a shit show! So on that note..I’m out! Peace!!”

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“How you wanna do this ?” Voice sitting barley above a whisper as he stroked your cheek, while you sat on the ground of the 1st floor guest bathroom. Hair all tousled to the right as your head rested on your arm, which was still braced along the toilet seat. A warm rag coming up to grace the back of your neck “You wanna shower here or go upstair-” cutting him off with a nod before he could even finish his thought. Needing to sit in the humidity before you even tried to walk upstairs. Nodding quickly before walking behind you to turn the shower up, stepping out into the hallway to grab a towel.

“Someone slept in her makeup…” Tisking lowly as he placed the towel on the counter, before walking back out into the wall.

“Fuck, yeah I know thank god my skin is damn near bullet proof or else I’d be fucked, remind me to never drink on a stomach fuled by soley the dessert menu! “ Rolling your eyes in frustration at no one but yourself as you slowly got off the ground.Feeling slightly light headed in the process, pulling your dress over your head. Only revealing a nude g-string, the dress was so tight you almost considered not wearing panties at all. As you stepped into the shower you heard the door open again, apparently he went to also grab you makeup wipes, only catching the tail end of your naked body as you disappeared behind the steamed glass.

Not even bothering to apologize because it wasn't the first time he’d seen you like that, sticking your head out the glass, extending your arms for the wipes, as you smiled over in his direction. “Thank you for taking care of my hungover ass…” Shooting him a lazy smile as you rested your head against the tile.

Returning the gesture with a slight bow of the head as he edged towards the door, “No need to thank me, I’mma go hop in the shower myself, I also sat some tylenol on the counter, but come find me if you need me okay?” The genuine care and concern in his voice forced you to give him a legit smile no matter how dead your body felt, Jimin was good people, you don’t meet a lot of them in this industry that’s for damn sure! Nodding in response, another thank you left your lips lightly before letting your body reunite with the steam.

“How’s she feelin?” Jimin heard Namjoon’s voice echo throughout the empty hallway , changing his direction from his bedroom over to the kitchen. Joon was standing behind the island shirtless, mixing together a protein drink, Jimin noticed the tripbod to his right that was holding his phone. Figuring he probably just filmed something, more than likely an instagram video. Shamelessly taking in Namajon’s honey dipped complexion, offset by his dark brows and ice blonde hair.

Joon went through phases were he choose to tone his body, always someone with a strong build so it didn't take much for him to build up muscle mass. In Jimin eyes he was the perfect combination of muscular yet soft all at the same time! A couple small tattoo’s dancing along his body, all quotes written in an old fashioned script. From various books, or artist that caught his attention, not one for random spur or the moment pieces they all held a lot of meaning!

A dimply smile pulled on Joon’s face as he observed the way the younger was damn near drooling “Thanks Chim, I’m glad your enjoying the progress I’m making at the gym” The smile quickly turned into a full blown smirk once he took in how red Jimin got, even though his tanned complexion.

Shaking his head lightly as he chuckled, slightly embarrassed, letting his eyes meet their freshly polished hardwood floors, before brining his gaze back to his elder. Raking his fingers through his hair before slowly letting them slide down his neck “What can I say, I appreciate the hard work that’s all...I know it’s not easy to stay committed!”Ending with a slight nod , that held equal amounts of sass and arrogance.

Strutting over to grab a seat in front of Namjoon “Are these any good, or are they just payin you well?”

A playful tenor rang through his voice as he recognized the very popular protein brand to his right. Finally putting two and two together, as far as his appearance and the tripod, he was clearly filming an AD for the company. Namjoon quirked his brow clearly not as amused as Jimin, while taking a sip, “Don”t try me, last I checked none of us were hungry enough to take a deal just because. We either actually like it or we don’t post about it..or did I miss something?”

Dropping his posture slightly, resting his chin on his knuckles as he locked his eyes with the younger Namjoon’s rebuttal had jimin throwing his hands up, waving his white flag immediately. “Touche, your right, your right! Lemme taste it..” He actually wasn’t asking more so demanding as he grabbed the cup, lacing his tongue around the straw before wrapping his lips around it.

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed into tiny slits at the sight, well aware of what this little shit was doing, making sure the diamond , from his piercing caught the end of the straw “Really? Is that what it is Park?” Cocking his head to the side slightly, there was an air of amusement that danced along his face while Jimin faked innocence, earning an eye roll from namjoon while he stepped back relaxing against counter. Putting his full abdomen, V line and all on display, while his joggers sat dangerously low...I swear the two of them secretly got off on constantly tempting each other! Though in all honesty it was USUALLY always harmless and just playful, the four of you flirts by nature.

“So what time did you go to bed last night?” Jimin tried to play it cool but Namjon knew he was digging..trying to see if anything happened between him and Yoongi.

“Ugh, around 1, a little after Hoe-seok made an apperance….fuck, you two missed A LOT!”

“What? OH the lapdance!? Fuckkkk I know! That’s the last thing I remember looking at one my phone, just wait until drama channels get a hold of it, Next thing you know there engaged to be married! “ Jimin rolled his eyes annoyed at just the thought of how everything suddenly became an internet headline.Not that it’s ever stopped any of them from doing whatever they want, when they want!

There was suddenly a mischievous glint in Namjoon’s eyes before he shook his head “Nah, there was another lap dance, that hopefully isn't on anybody's snap chat…” .

Jimin’s brows furrowed in slight confusion, and annoyance at the way Namjoon was dragging this out “Just fuckin send it Joonie I don’t have all damn day!”

A snort left namjoon’s body as he dropped his head on the island before continuing “ Alright ,alright, so when I got home, Kookie, Tae, Ryland, And morgan were chillin’ listening to The Weeknd doing jell-o shots. He was originally giving Morgan a lap dance,and like stripping and shit. Then I come in, we all know Hoseok can’t hold his liquor, I make a comment about his ass in those jeans he was wearing and the next thing I know he’s on my lap…and ugh, yeah...”

The hesitation as his jaw closed, let Jimin known there was more he wanted to say he just choose not too, now how much more is the question.

Jimin gazed back at him completely wide eyed, jaw damn near hanging to the floor, fuck what he would’ve given to be there for that! “Careful you might catch something…” Joon teased as he took his phone off the tripod…”Fuck, it’s almsot 6:30 you need to get your ass in the shower before Yoongi cut’s your balls off , he just left, and he spent all morning bitching!”

“Ughhh, fine but were texting about this whole ..”dance” situation later because I got questions! Also when is Yoongi NOT bitching, you just love being his little helper huh? Such a good little boy for him aren't you Joonie!!” The taunting almost demeaning tone in Jimin’s voice had his blood boiling, brow quirked, jaw extremely tight. His lethal gaze was daring the younger to even think about saying another word!

Jimin was well aware if they did have sex theres no way in hell Namjoon was bottoming. So he was hoping if he struck a nerve Joon would correct him which would at least confirm if his suspicion of them hooking up in the past was right. But clearly Namjoon was a little too smart for that one…

“Nah, more like I just know how to keep my shit together so I don’t get bitched out, now how about you be a good little boy for your hyung and go take a shower yeah!?” Now it was Joon’s turn to taunt Jimin , his tone alone had jimin shifting in his seat, low, calm yet authoritative all at the same time. All of the boys were Korean-American, so there were obviously some cultural things that just weren’t done as often in america, and referring to your male elder as “Hyung” constantly was one of them. But considering Jimin can find a way to turn anything into a kink he already knew Jimin’s underwear we soaked on command!

Jimin exhaled deeply it was clear as day he was soooo damn annoyed “Sure, anything for you hyung…” Tone dry and snarky as all hell, adding a very condescending enfaces on the honorary as he hopped out the chair, making sure to sway in his skin tight leather pants as he exited the kitchen.

“That’s it, such a good boy for me Jiminie, such a good boy..” Namjoon coaxed with almost cynical smile, earning a very deserved dual middle finger from the younger as he fully exited the space.

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“Can you arch for me a little, a little more, a little..yesss just like that...just lean into it a little...perfect now stay like that for me…” If Yoongi didn't know any, he’d probably second guess himself before walking into this room. Actually he’s still second guessing himself, but to his pleasant surprise, it’s a photoshoot not an orgy! . As Jimin, Namjoon, and yourself, laid across your fluffy white couch in an obscene amount of Clavin Klein while Jungkook took pics for an IG post. With all the traveling you guys were about to be doing you just didn't trust yourself to get some of these AD’s up on time so you were trying to cram as much as you could! Forcing yourself to do your infamous “5 minute beat” but begging Kookie to edit the fuck outta these pic’s because you still felt like literal death!

Jimin, opting to go shirtless with the briefs peeked out from under the joggers, namjoon kept on a hoodie leaving it completely unzipped, while you went for the short’s teasing a red and white thong above the waist band along with the matching bra. All of you going for variations of red, white, and blue due to the day at hand.

Rolling his eyes instantly at the sight in front of him “For your safety I really hope this means your all done packing and when the uber comes in 15 minues you’ll be ready to go!” Setting down a tray of drinks and bagels, face hidden behind a pair of oversized designer shades. The low rasp in his voice let you know he was just exhausted as the rest of you, but you still had shit to do regardless!

“You reallllly have no faith in us!” You could literally hear the pout in Jimin’s voice without even looking.

“The outfits were sorted on racks, when our stylist and Sara were here yesterday we just ran out of time between that conference call and getting ready for dinner to pack it all. There really wasn't shit to do!” You perked up, with a shrug reaching up to grab the Lavender tea, typically a coffee person but you knew since you were sick this morning, and still felt a little off this one was for you! Reclining your back into Namjoon’s chest slightly, while to stole your drink out of your hand, inviting himself to taste it. Brining one hand over to soothe up and down your arm before having the nerve to pass your drink over to Jimin instead of returning it to you.

“Alright, and were sure?! Kookie, all your equipment, is packed, labeled, secured!?” Raising his glasses up to look the youngest in the eyes, that infamous chipmunk smile, meeting Yoongi’s glare.

“Yesss Yoongi, that stuff’s been backed, and double checked, it’s good, were good!!”

Stepping back slowly with a nod of approval, clearing his throat before speaking “Even though the four of you are going to be the cause of my premature aging, wrinkles and receding hairline...I just ugh, want you to know I’m honestly really proud of you guys!This was just some little bullshit project we did to pass trade school, in hopes of one day working in our field. And you guys managed to turn it into a career, we were just hoping to be able to do what we love without struggling now look …” Pausing suddenly, you could hear his voice wavering, making you all equally teary eyed as this was NOT like Min Yoongi at all.

“For the record it’s the five of us, always has been, always will be, we wouldn’t have made it this far without you, hell we wouldn't have graduated without you honestly!” Jimin pipped in first, feeling the need to stroke his ego a little, even though he was speaking straight facts.

Yoongi was technically the eldest, and was wayyy better at managing the combination of partying and studying while living in LA! When you guys met originally 4 years ago , Yoongi was 21, Joon was turning 21, you were 20, Jimin was 19, and Kookie just turned 18. All at different walks in life, as you enrolled in this program for media arts just trying to turn your hopes into something feasible.

“Don’t ever forget that, Candid Vibes wouldn’t be what it is without you, and we love you too by the way, I think you were dancing around that phrase!” Smiling over fondly in Yoongi’s direction, as he tried to hide the smile moving up his face.

The three of you shared a quick glance before getting up to tackle Yoongi who gave a displeased grumped but you all knew he secretly loved it! Squeezing until his legs gave out and he was rolling around on the floor trying to break free.

“Alrigh, alright get the fuck off me!!!” Swatting in your direction. Face contorted in aggravation while the three of you cackled aimlessly honestly not even phased by him anymore. This was just the way he showed his love and you wouldn’t want it any other way!

“ While I go double check on the Ubers, quickly film your update for the CVSQUADTOUR IG account, and please just do another one over on your bags!” There was a plea to his tone this time as opposed to the normal hints of anger!

Jungkook mounted his phone on the tripod so you guys could film and the video could be uploaded directly after. Just a standard update, wishing them a happy and safe 4th of July,letting them know how excited you all were, and to keep following all of your socials for updates, and pop-up events blah blah blah!

2 UberXL pulled up, one solely for your luggage alone, the cars were also sponsored, the four of you used Uber on a weekly basis! The drive to the airport was damn near 40 minutes in traffic thank god you were flying private and the plane wasn't leaving until you got there. The 3 of you almost falling asleep the minute your bodies hit the seats, last night's festivities hitting all at once. While Yoongi made business calls making sure your house and other things were looked over while the four of you traveled. The only other girl on the team was Sara, who had the toughest job in your opinion, being your shared assistant. She left for Miami yesterday,since that’s where her girlfriend is for college, wanting a little personal time before you guys ran her ragged!

Amongst arriving at LAX a couple fans noticed you guys and of course you stopped taking pics outside and in the meantime the guys over at TEAMJTH pulled up!

[FILMING-THIS ENTIRE SECTION IS BEING FILMED CASUALLY PANNING BETWEEN ALL 10 MEMBERS WITH NO MAIN FOCUS]

Clearly they had a brand deal of their own, all of them in Tommy Hilfiger loungewear from head to toe, and they all looked damn good! Hoseok’s long burgundy locs messy pushed out of his face, while pitch black ray bans covered his eyes. His joggers were so damn tight you could damn near see the muscles flex as he walked. If you didn't know any better you’d think you were drooling, his toned arms fully exposed in his loose fitting white tank top, making his tan look even stronger.

“Jung fucking -Hoseok…” A low growl left Jimin’s throat he was standing right next to you as he said it, not even bothering to whisper, the two of you sharing a glance that read the same damn thing..this man was fine as all hell!

While Taehyung trugged behind him, pulling a Jimin, as his hoodie sat slightly unzipped exposing his chiseled chest and the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt, a couple thin chains dancing along his collarbone. His dark locks falling in his face from under his hood, this man had on looser fitting sweats, they were gray and he had on, no TYPE of underwear..none in site. Everything just slinging around as you walked.

“Oh fuck off…” You heard Junkgook whisper out to himself from behind the camera in a low almost aggravated tone at the site of Taehyung and you couldn't even blame him!

Last you had Jin in all black, fitted joggers and a pretty tight black tank top, and for the first time you realized how broad Jins shoulders were, and how nice this man’s arms were. His freshly touched up lavender locks bounced in the wind, offsetting the all balck outfit.

“Fuck..” left Nmajoon’s lips almost as if he was winded, at the sight of TEAMJTH approaching...yeah this was gonna ugh, be a fun little trip!!

All of the boys were openly Bi,as were you, there was no preference for any of you, you just liked who you liked. But something you‘ve noticed over the years is the 7 of them were a lot picker when it comes to their male counterparts. Yet they seemed to fit each others criteria effortlessly

Hug’s and hello’s were exchanged, but it was clear all of you needed a damn nap, the energy level was at a negative 2 right now!

Hoseok draped his arm around your shoulder as you guys made your way through the airport, keeping your body close to his as he made casual conversation. Voice sitting exceptionally husky due to lack of sleep but fuck if it didint sound good.

[JK IS STILL FILMING JUST NOT THE TWO OF THEM]

The two of you waited while the others went into the gift shop for snacks neither of you could be bothered to move. Leisurely laying his arm around your waist pulling you in to snuggle into his chest amongst hearing you yawn, repeatedly. As they say yawns are contagious, the moment his neck reclined, and that sinfully chiseled jawline went ajar, the light reflected on a piece of metal that you‘ve never seen before.

“Holy shit….” Glancing up at him, almost wanting to die as those words physically left your throat instead of staying in your head! Bringing his gaze down to meet yours, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh I ugh-I just noticed your tong-” A smirk moved up his face cutting you off mid sentence as he licked his lips before slowly letting the long wet muscle fall from his lips, letting you get a full view. But you couldn’t help notice the shape of it seemed a little..different.

“I got it done almost 3 weeks ago, we've just been video conferencing for all these meetings so you haven’t noticed. This one vibrates when you push it..that’s why it’s a little bigger…” His voice dropped to an octave that made your pussy do the tightest kegal imaginable. The look on his face proved that was kinda what he was aiming for, loving the way your body shuddered against his own.

Your throat felt uncomfortably dry as you gazed up at him, his eyes were locked on yours...dead set on making you fall apart in his arms and it wasn’t taking much. Clearly the universe decide to help you out, as the rest of the group slowly trampled out of the store. Jungkook leading the way from behind the lense. An almost arrogant smile curled up his face as he pulled back from you, easing back into casual conversation with the rest of the group.

~~~

[C] “Were walking through the airport….well fuck clearly you can see that, but were heading twoards the termal and I’m reallyyyy exicted!!” A squeak ruptured through your throat as you smiled over in Jungkook's direction. Jimin and Hoseok walking by in unison, fosseying there way towards the terminal Jazz hands, goofy ass expressions and all!

[C] “Kookie make sure you edit in some really dope Casey Neistat , type music, and editing on this part like I wanna look badd assss, slow - mos and all!” Namjoon hopped into frame out of nowhere earning a snort from kookie.

[C] “All right, let's go give it to me...I'll run ahead, and all of you give me your most badass strut and I’ll slow mo and edit that shit to the gods!!!” Kookie did as he said. Running to the end of the termal, counting down from 5 giving you all the signal to walk, and to be honest it was looking great. Until jimin had to end it with a casual almost “modest” if you will...slut drop upon reaching the end, and of course you couldn't be out done so you joined. Jimin just stayed in the position for a moment almost as if he were gracing the world with the view of his ass, before sticking out his tongue playfully at the camera to his right!

“Buss it down thotiana buss it downnnn” Hoseok cheered from the side at the site of the two of you, forever the hype man, encouraging you to live you best life. An obnoxiously loud cackle left both him and jin’s throat as they no doubt had that on their snap within seconds!

You can hear Jin and Hoseok in the background jokingly making comments about making it rain on both of you asses or something along those lines as you two strutted down the hall.

[C] I’ve never in my life seen Casey do anything like that…EVER” Yoongi’s tone came through the side stale as hell!!

“I mean, I support it, both the left and the right side of it…” Namjoon smirked back in Yoongi’s direction taking in the site of both asses swaying in front of him!

~~~

Jungkook, and Brendan TEAMJTH’s videographer lead the way into the plane first, and it was gorgeous, seating 14 comfortably had a mixture of chairs, couches, and a work space, one bedroom, and bath. In addition to an array of food, drinks and desserts, a special card sitting on the table next to an edible arrangement. Taking a couple pics to quickly upload to your IG account before getting settled .

There was someone from JETTLY waiting as you guys bored, showing you the amenities, introducing you to the pilot and such but there wasn’t a flight attendant present for the trip which was probably in their best interest!

“Strawberry or pineapple?” Taehyung brought his gaze over to Jungkook as he sat the camera on the table..shrugging nonchalantly, trying to hide the smile moving up his face.

“I don’t know surprise me..”

A smirk moving up Tae’s face at that “Close your eyes..” Dropping his voice slightly, as if it didn't already set at a sinful tenor naturally. Walking over to grab a piece of pineapple, biting into it partially to make sure it’s sweet. Flicking his index finger at the youngers bottom lip letting him know to open up, sliding the fruit into his mouth, while letting his finger lingers over his tongue. Making the younger smile slightly taking the hint, and lapping his tongue gently, fluttering his eyes open with a meek smile.

“You said surprise you…” Taehyung countered letting his lips hover over Jungkook’s before pulling back smugly making his way back over to the edible arrangement. Leaving the younger more than flustered….

“Alright guys, it’s gonna be a minute before we take off, since you're all finally in one place I need you guys to do one more update about tomorrow’s popup shop. Oh and we were able to get some of your merch there as well!! guys” Jackson, TEAMJTH’S manager spoke up, technically Jin,Hoseok, and Tae were just coming for shits and giggles. The plan originally wasn't a shared tour that’s why there only doing two shows.

But since it’s typical for you guys to have an alternating guest host at least once a month and your audience loves the threesum it just made sense. Of course since they were coming , pay was worked out, they will be compensated accordingly for the New York and LA shows as well as any of there merch that’s sold. Besides them being your friend’s the five of you just didn't do shady business!

The popup shop would be from 5-10 on the 5th, selling merch and a limited supply of brand collabs the 8 of you have done over the years!

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It was a little after 10 once the jet actually took off, the video was uploaded and your lives got to go on airplane mode! All of you forever grateful for the extremely dim lighting and the fact there were blinds draping the windows. The flight to Miami was about 5 hours and with the time difference by the time you landed it would be rolling on 8pm, you all had a 9:30 dinner meeting with your sponsors so sleeping was crucial.

All of you bundled up in different areas of the plane, the hum of music buzzed through the speakers, while your head laid alone on the couch kiddie-corner at the very back of the room. To be honest it seemed like you were the only one up, the light from your phone catching Jimin’s attention as he invited himself to snuggle up behind you. Sliding your phone out of your hand , placing it on the floor “You need to get some sleep…” the whisper hummed though your ear, as his hand found its home draping over your hip you knew he was right. Eyes burning like hell yet you couldn’t fall asleep…

Head covered under an oversized Calvin Klein hoodie, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, while his palm massaged your hip. A slow exhale left your body as you relaxed into his touch, “Fuck, I know..I just hate sleeping on flights!” A humm left his lips at that and you swore you could feel him smirking into your skin, as his hand slipped under the blanket, past the band of your shorts, toying with the hem of your calvins...A low chuckle left your throat, already well aware of were this was going, you kinda expected it just not this soon.

It’s been 4 months since anything sexually has happened between the two of you, and for some reason it only happens when your traveling. Maybe there’s just something in the air , it was in the bathroom at a brand event, in Bora Bora you found yourself on your knees in Moschino and he found himself shamelessly on his in Gucci. It was a great night, needless to say, the two of you ended up buying the outfits afterwards because there was no way in hell they could be returned!

“I’m surprised your over here with me actually…” Your words coming out slightly muffled as you tried to be respectful of the current atmosphere around you.

“And why’s that..” Bringing his hand down to soothe under your ass, while his lips left faint airy kisses down the side of your neck. Teeth grazing the thin chain around your neck, toying it between his teeth.

“Well, with the way you've been eyeing Hoseok the past two days I figured you’d jump on the opportunity to cuddle up under him...”. Turning your head slightly with a playful smirk waiting for him to bring his lips up to meet yours.

“Coming from the woman who almost creamed her panties when she realized he had his tongue pierced today?” Even though he phrased it as a question his tone came off very “matter of factly” leaving no room for debate. Tugging your bottom lip between his teeth, before lapping over it with his tongue,letting the tiny diamond ball of his own dance along your flesh. “How didn't you notice that last night?” Sucking your lip between his teeth, not even really expecting a response as he dug his nails into your ass, rolling his hips into you until your knead out slightly. Eyes fluttering shut, as you arched back into his touch, grinds your ass into him until you ripped a stifled moan from his throat!

Sinking his teeth into the side of your neck in response until you dug your nails in his thigh “We have a meeting behave….” A deep sigh left his lips but he abided anyway, using his tongue to assault your neck instead.

“I saw the way you were looking at him all night,I don't blame you, I was starting just as hard as you were baby.” Bringing his hand up to grab your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure, as his lips teased up your ear. Tugging your hoops between his teeth before sucking a nice little reminder right beneath your ear.

Sliding his hands past your panties to swipe of your clit, a low moan leaving both of your lips “Fuck, Hobi really did get your little pussy wet didint he? Can you imagine how good it would feel to have both of us smothered between your thighs? Telling you how sweet you taste and how good you look while you come.” His lips were literally buried into your ear as he spoke, trying to keep is voice as low as possible, the feeling of his breathe teasing your skin alone had your body shuddering. “God your always so sweet too, you know Hoseok has his cock pierced in 2 places right?”

That alone ripped another moan from your throat as he eased to two fingers in until the rings on his fingers were submerged with you heat. Walls flexing on command as he molded himself around you, curling his fingers upwards to tease at the roof of your pussy. Biting down on your lip so hard you thought you’d draw blood. Thrusting his fingers in and out at an agonizing pace, the girth between the two of them had you arching within seconds , sliding a third finger in and your walls welcomed the stretch effortlessly, as you coated him in your juices. “God your so fuckin’ tight, I bet I got you thinkin about him bending you over -”

“While I have your dick in my mouth? yeah that’s exactly what I’m thinking about. Me wrapping my lips around you until you come down my throat.” The words hissed from your throat as your heat pulsed around him you could almost hear your juices slushing around as he pumped his fingers in and out. “You always look so good when your begging, you turn into such a little slut it’s so sexy.” Now it’s your turn to tease, grabbing his face in your hands pulling his lips down to meet yours. Sliding your tongue into his mouth when you hear him let out an involuntary cry as you start grinding your hips back even harder. Allowing his tongue to map every area in your mouth, the cool sensation from the diamond ball in contrast to the warmth of his tongue has your biting back moans every second. Both of you kissing each other with the same amount of fever , tongues melding against each other, as he exchanged your hole for your clit. Placing the pad of his fingers against it before adding steady pressure, as he moved in swift circles.

“Or how about you fucking me, while Hoseok works you open with his fingers, god his hands are so sexy.Until your just begging for him to fuck you, you know how much you love to beg.” A low whine left his throat as he pulled back to lay his tongue flat against your neck, licking a long slow stride before sucking down lightly beneath your chin. Just enough to make you want more, even though you knew he couldn’t...

“Jiminnnn...” You whined slightly reclining your neck even more humming out against your skin in response, lips vibrating against your pulse as if he was actually curious as to why you were calling his name.

“god yes, making you fall apart up under him while you make me cum for you...making a mess all over you cock before he fucks you open with his.” Bringing his lips back over to yours with a slight growl, panting out against his tongue, not allowing yourself to pull away because your afraid of how loud you’ll become, needing his lips and tongue to muffle your cries, as you feel the heat growing in your stomach.

Sliding his oppiste had into your panites, gliding three fingers in knuckle deep, just keeping them stationary, only adding to the immense pressure building in your stomach.

“Your soo good, your fingers are soo good..” Moaning out against his tongue, as low as possible before sucking it into your mouth, his fingers always filled you perfectly, it never took much for him to get you off. Hoping the fact that his hoodie was draping over both of your faces muted out some of the noise.

The neediness dripping from his tongue aren't helping either as you grind your hips into his hand, helping chase your own orgasm. “Fuck I forget much of a promblem this mouth of yours is, your gonna fuck around and make me come from that alone, god your so fuckin sexy…” You could feel him start to build up momentum his fingers started working even faster, needing to feel you come just as bad as you “Your dripping down my hand right now, fuck I just wanna taste you, make you come all over my face.”

Burying your face in the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into the base merissily, edging you towards your release. “That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers baby, I can feel how tight your clit is, come for me, come nice and hard for me….” Panting out gainst his your hair as your muscles started to seeze biting down on his neck disgustly hard as you came…… body shuddaring in his embrase as he contiuned working your clit, easing you through your orgasm “Fuck yes, just like that...keep comming for me baby” No matter how sensetive you were you still kept rocking abck agaisnt him, his dick impposibly hard in his pants until you heard a low growl leave his chest. You knew Jimin well enough to know there was a 99% chance he just came….

A low chuckle left your throat at that ...reaching down in his pants as he swirled his fingers in yours. It was like the two of you worked off of one brain cell, brinings your fingers up to each others mouths, lapping your tongues around the digits effortlessly before bringing your lips together. Moaning out simultaneously the two of you tasted each other, the kiss was slow and lazy, letting his tongue have it’s way you as you were spent at this point. Eyes so heavy you almost couldn't open them once he pulled away “Get some sleep…” the words brushed against your lips with a lazy smile before kissing the tip of your nose. The scent of you rolling off his tongue as he spoke. “My entire bodies pliant right now...I don't have a choice, I’m not moving and neither are you!”

Placing one more kiss along your lips before readjusting the two of you under the blankets, before well needed sleep effortlessly washed over your bodies.

~~~~~

The feeling of someone’s hand roaming through your hair is what had your eyes breaking apart. It wasn’t Jimin though you knew what he felt like. These hands were longer, but equally delicate, eyes flutter up to see it was Taehyung. With a camera. Dead in your face.

[C] “Were hereeeee..” The words left his lips sing song like, back to his normal playful self, clearly sleep did him well. Soothing his palm over you back as you grumbled in dismay burying your face back in the blanket...until you remember the discomfort sitting in your panties from earlier, and you instantly felt the desire to hop up and run to the bathroom!

Stepping into the bathroom too quickly wipe down with a towel swamping out your underwear, putting a soiled ones in a bag and sliding them in your cosmetic bag. Upon walking out of course Hoseok would be the one waiting to use the bathroom.

Resting against the wall, shirt long gone, as his hands sat casually in his pockets, the look on his face just felt like he knew something. Or maybe you just felt awkward because you and Jimin got off to the idea of having a threesom with the man in front of you!

“Did you sleep well?”

“I ugh, yeah, yeah I did ..you?” Hoping to god your voice didn't come out as shaky as it felt.

Another all knowing smirk moved up his face, with a slight shrug “Meh, I mean...it couldve been better….” Easing his back off the wall to talk past you, body dusting against yours slightly as he entered the bathroom. Allowing you to get a full view of beautifully done back piece, Hosoek had one tattoo, and the thing was HUGE...taking up a good 70 percent of his extremely muscular back. It was an extremely detailed leopard, with a tone of tropical themed flowers around it. He got it done in Thailand..about 2 years ago over the span of 3 day!

The minute you returned to the main area Jimin’s eyes met yours exchanging the same look before randomly bursting out into a fit of laughter causing everyone else to glare in your direction. THIS is why the two of you were able to have sex every once on and while, because once it was over..it was over, the two of you were able to just revert back as if nothing ever happened! Walking over to investigate your damage, yanking his hoodie to the side, thankfully the brutal mark was low enough on his shoulder that any shirt with sleeves would cover it! But fuck if it wasn;t the deepest shade of purple imagiabele, a hiss left your lips at the site of it.

“Don’t worry about it, you know how much I get off on pain..” The words were barely audible as whispered out into your hair. Pulling back from you with a smirk, walking over to pack his blankets and such back in his luggage.

~~~

Once the plane officially settled and the 10 of you made your way to the airbnb it was pushing 8:30, and luckily the sponsors had a feeling this would happen and pushed dinner back to 10. But that still didn't leave MUCH time for getting ready.

Upon pulling up you all recognized the house, it was the “Santorini” very popular amongst influencers as it had 5 bedoroms 4 baths, nine bed all together, a hot tub, pool the full nine. Unfortunately you lot were far too rushed to explore or even pick out rooms, recognizing the car that was waiting outside thankful it was the hair and makeup duo you reached out to weeks ago through IG to do your glam while in Miami.

The house was a mess within seconds, all of you running around throwing clothes everywhere trying to find what you needed, the ten of you had never gotten ready so fast in your lives.

Jungkook and Brenden were ready first, within 20 minutes tops, the least high maintenance of the group, whipping out there cameras as they watched all the casos unfold. Even Though 80% would have to be cut as there were a lot of naked and or half naked bodies running through this house!

It was only a matter of time before Jackson and Yoongi were screaming that the car was outside and you all needed to leave ..NOW!

[FILMING]

“Fuck where are my shoes!?

“Who has hairspray, that won’t make my hair look flakey on my hair!?”

“Kim-Tae-fucking-hyung are you wearing my Saint Laurent boots!?”

“NO! My feet are bigger than yours ya dick!”

Everything and everyone was a damn mess, yelling from all ends of the house, no one really sure who the other was actually speaking too!

“Ahhh shit I gotta go I gotta gooo..” You found yourself running away from your glam team as they chased behind you with hairspray and fix plus,trying to spray you down in the process “Someone zip this pleaseee…” The first person you ran by was Namjoon, his silk paisley shirt sitting slightly unbuttoned giving you a sneak peek at his toned chest while reaching behind to zip up your dress.

[FILMING] ‘Shit I don't know if I like thissss..” You knew that whine anywhere it was Jimin giving himself a one over in the mirror.

[FILMING] “Your ass looks delectable Jiminie we gotta gooooo!!!” The praise came from Namjoon making the younger blush slightly as he licked his cherry stained lips, not hesitating to look at his ass in the frame one more time before abiding. Confidence instantly back on a hundred as he smirked, swaying away from the mirror while running his fingers through his hair.

~~~~

The 10 of you pilled into 3 luxury Ubers arriving to the “Lobster Bar Sea Grille” About 10 minutes late but hey, you tried, Jimin and yourself strutted together, the last two to hop out of the car. Hoseok came over casually draping his hand over Jimin’s shoulder. “I like these pants on you Jimine…” tone calm as ever as his hand gently brushed up Jimin’s thigh, making the older chuckle upon feeling his muscles tense under his hold.

Turning his head upwards slightly to meet Hoseok’s gaze, letting his tongue play at the corner of his mouth “Yea, I can say the same about you,they make your thighs look really good” Jimin’s voice dropped a little, adding that slightly whiny twang that never failed to get him his way! Eye’s shamelessly trailing up Hoseok’s body

A humm leaving Hosoek’s lips in response as his hand coily trailed down Jimin’s back, the slight whimper that left Jimin’s throat the lower he got didn't go unnoticed. Once Hoseok's hand reached his ass he didn't hesitate to squeeze it firmly in his palm until the younger knead out slightly. Pulling back with a smirk “Let’s ugh..go knock this meeting out so yeah?” Lips hovering over Jimin’s ear as he whispered into his skin. A low rumble ruptured through his chest at the way the younger was just putty in his hands. Typically Jimin had this effect on everyone else, he’s not used to being knocked on his ass, Hoseok’s a completely different type of creature that’s for damn sure. This time giving his ass a couple playful smacks before jogging over to Jin and Taehyung as the walked through the restaurant's doors.

“What. The. Fuck. Was. That.” Glancing over at Jimin with a smile, honestly you were kinda rooting for this, lord knowns he’s wanted to fuck Hoseok since they met.

“I have no idea, but if that mans dick isn't in my mouth by the end of the night..I’mma lose my shitt!!”

Upon walking in and exchanging hugs there appeared to only be seating left on either side of Hoseok..Jimin and yourself couldn't help but laugh as you took your seats, something tells me this was not a quisedence.

While Tae was next to jungkook Yoongi was sandwiched between Jin and Namjoon, and Jackson, and brenden were sitting in between the two Mike, and Jordan. They were behind the company sponsoring the actual aesthetic of the tour. Meaning they were the ones transforming these venues into the atmosphere all of your fans were walking into. Everything from lighting,seating, the podcast “set” the full nine. Each city was set to have it’s on vibe so none of the ‘set’s would look the same!

The night went well, not that you were surprised, you all knew time and place, and sitting in front of two men who were putting a shit ton of money into your tour was a place to act like professionals. But then midnight rolled around, and that’s when everyone started to get a little laxed Jimin and yourself were one in the same. The familiar smirk that tugged on his pouty lips as he sat in deep conversation with Hoseok told you to look under the table.

Only to find his fingers gently teasing over Hoseok’s cock through his pants, trickling up and down his zipper. Casually bringing his hand down to soothe up his inner thigh, fingers getting dangerously close to his length. Admiring the way Jimin kept gazing at him, the glint in his eyes were the perfect combination of innocent and sin all at the same time. You couldn't even help the smirk that tugged on your cheeks, feeling somewhat proud of you friend for finally going after what he’s wanted.

The sponsors left and graciously covering the bill, while the rest of you shifted outside towards the bar which set right off the water. But you couldn't help but notice Jimin get up to go to the bathroom, only for Hosoek to follow seconds later.

~~~~~~~

Walking in to find the younger pressed against the counter raking his fingers through his hair, not forgetting to arch slightly with a cheeky grin once his eyes zooned in on Hoseok.

Tsking lowly as he shook his head, one hand in his pocket as he strolled over causally “Such a little cock tease huh?” Smacking his ass so hard, even Hoseok moaned out at the sting, pulling a sharp gasp from Jimin’s body. Making him fall forward chuckling lightly as he braced his weight on his elbows, grinding back into Hoseok. Turning his head slightly as his tongue flicked the roof of his mouth, locking his eyes with the elder as he felt him, digg his thumbs into his hips before grinding his clothed cock into Jimin ass.

Making Jimin moan out shamelessly sucking his plum bottom lip into his mouth as he zoned in on his own reflection.

“Ohhh, you like watching yourself get fucked? You like seeing how pretty you look while your bent over like a little slut getting fucked into the counter?” Rolling his hips a little deeper with a growl, bringing his hand up to take a firm hold on Jimin’s sinfully thick neck.

Brining Jimin’s body flesh to his, Hoseok’s blunt teeth sunk deep into a pulse point, making the younger strangle out a high breathy moan that bounced off every surface of marble in this bathroom.

“Fuck”. Hosek bit his lip, snaking his tongue down the side of Jimin’s neck to ease the sting, his body shuddering at the feeling of the metal brushing against his skin. “You sound so fuckin good and I haven’t even touched you yet…I wonder what you’ll sound like if IIII…..”

Finally bringing his hand down to cup Jimin’s throbbing cock as he rolled his hips into him electing another needy whine from his throat bringing something almost primal out of Hoseok’s body! “Jiminnnn, baby fuck...” The tone in his voice reflected as if he was in pain, which he was, his dick was ready to fucking explode.

The pet name and sudden hint of neediness in Hoseok’s voice had Jimin turning into complete mush in his hold.

Taking Jimin’s hand in his own, pulling back just enough to let Jimin squeeze his cock in his hands through the almost painfully tight fabric, making it twitch a couple times, and he swore Jimin’s knees went limp.

“You want it…” Phrasing the question more as a statement , as he turned Jimin’s head waving his tongue into his mouth, making the younger respond instantly swirling it around the muscle. Hoseok’s hand made its way back to the front of Jimin’s body , soothing it down his chest,before palming his length again. “Soo sexy…” slurred out against Jimin’s mouth, as he sucked his plum bottom lip between his teeth.

Jimin was the one to break away from the kiss “I’m over having your tongue in my mouth , I need your cock” Tone exceptionally bratty, nipping at the elders chiseled jawline,rolling his hips back even deeper “You want me on my knees here or at home?”

THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE FOR NOW! LOL

(Since this is the first chapter I kinda forgot that this one would be the longest for obvious reasons! So I decided I didn't wanna make this like 16 k...cut it off at 9.5 and if this is received well, Miami will be done in 2 parts. So if you enjoyed this and want more...show some love and hit up my ask.

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Twist story chapter 15

Twistfell and everything associated with it belong to @itsladykit

By the way, I love the comments, likes, and reblogs I’ve been getting. This is my first time posting anything online or writing an actual story, so each one makes me incredibly happy (and makes me feel like ignoring everything I should be doing in order to write more). I only vaguely understand tumblr so I haven’t figured out how to thank everyone (the only way I can see to respond to a reblog or its tags just seems like liking or rebloging my own story) but I love you all.

Summary: There’s a cure for LV (probably). It’s completely safe (probably). It’s a highly unpleasant experience (definitely). Twist only cares about that first statement. He probably should have paid a little more attention to the other two. But what does it matter? He’s getting what he wants, and he has the best friends and family in any universe to help along the way.

chapter 1, chapter 14

Chapter 15

“Just, uh… ‘s there a reason I’m covered in towels?” Cash and Blackberry stare at Twist blankly. “Somethin’ wrong?” Because it sure seems to be.

“that’s it? that’s all you need?” Cash sounds like he can’t quite understand why someone would want to know why they’re covered in towels. Blackberry looks a little better, but not much. Neither of them seem to know what to do with the question.

“Seems like a reasonable thing ta wanna know.” He’s feeling a little scrambled, but not terribly so, and it seems like a situation worth commenting on. Their reactions are concerning.

“Are they bothering you? Are they hurting you? I’m sorry, I thought it would help because your ribs were so hot, and it seemed like it did help, but I’ll take them off if they’re bothering you.” Blackberry reaches out to do just that.

“Hey, hey, never said they were botherin’ me! Feels nice! Jus’ wonderin’ what’s got you two so upset?”

“i’m not upset,” Cash mutters, but he looks away and fails to hide the purple glow on his cheek.

Blackberry doesn’t see it, the same way he misses most signs that Cash isn’t a complete asshole. “Well, you should be, and of course I’m upset. Papy, you almost died!”

“Is that what this is all about?”

“Brother! What do you mean, ‘is that what this is all about’? It seems like a pretty good reason to be upset to me!”

“don’t bother trying to get him to take any of this seriously. all he cares about is getting rid of the lv, and damn the consequences.”

“Well it won’t do much good to get rid of your LV if you’re dead.”

“I know-”

“don’t bother with that line of reasoning either. he won’t listen.”

“I’m listenin’ just fine, but-”

“Don’t tell me how to talk to my brother. I’ve talked him out of plenty of terrible decisions before.”

“Now wait jus’ a minute-”

“there’s nothing to talk him out of. he’s already had the treatment, so he’s in it for the long haul, at least until his lv drops a level. or until he’s dust.”

“‘m not gonna-”

“Well he could at least show some concern for his own health. How am I supposed to take care of him if he doesn’t even care that he almost died? Not that it would matter to you.”

“you’re one to talk, just accepting when your brother disappears for a week. not that i care, but-”

“THAT’S ENOUGH. Both’a ya.” Both skeletons go silent in shock. “I can see yer both tired an’ upset, an’ I’m tired too, so why don’cha both just settle down an’ we c’n talk about this like reasonable adults.” They both look at each other, then turn back to Twist, talking over each other.

“Surely you can see why I’m worried, brother-”

“you can’t just expect us to-”

“Enough! One at a time. ‘m too tired fer this.” They both glare at each other, then Cash crosses his arms and leans casually against the wall. And he thinks Twist is the ridiculous one?

“We’re just worried,” Blackberry explains solicitously. Cash snorts. “Fine, I’m just worried, and Cash has driven himself to the point of collapse taking care of you because that’s his idea of a fun way to spend the evening.” It’s probably best not to comment on the return of the purple blush.

“I get that yer worried, bro, but that’s no reason ta be fightin’ like this. How’s that s’posed ta help?”

“How does it help for you to almost die?”

“I didn’t die-”

“But you almost did, and you don’t even care!”

“Mind lettin’ me finish a sentence fer once?”

“Oh, sorry, I’m just so-”

“Worried, I know. I get that yer worried, bro, I really do. But ya gotta un’erstand, this ain’t how I’m gonna die, it’s how I’m gonna live. This’s gonna save me.”

“Save you from what?”

“Ya know the answer ta that. Don’ play naïve, bro, not about this.”

“Papy-”

“No. I know ya like ta think I was doin’ jus’ fine, an’ I didn’t like ta think ‘bout it either so I didn’t argue with ya much, but we both know I ain’t been fine fer awhile.” Blackberry averts his eyelights. “But now I will be. Jus’ gotta get through this first.”

“It won’t matter how much LV you have if you’re dust.”

“No, it wouldn’t, which is why I’m not gonna be dust.”

“Doesn’t seem like there’s much you can do about it.”

“Me? Nah. Not much I can do about anythin’ right now, an’ I know it. But it seems like there’re some monsters who’er pretty damn determined ta keep me alive, so I’m likin’ my chances. They’re at least better than they were with all the LV.”

“But you were managing it! You were ok!”

“Managin’, yeah, but not much more than that, an’ there’s only so long it c’n be managed. Look, bro, ‘m too tired ta talk about this now. ‘m not gonna dust, but this cure thing really takes it outta me. Did Cash fill ya in on how it works?”

“Not really. I mean, he did a little, but we were more concerned with keeping you from dusting or melting into a pile of molten bone. Or suffocating. Brother, just think about all the ways you almost died just since I got here. How can you act like everything is fine?”

“Never said everythin’ was fine. Whole situation can best be described by a bunch’a words yer always gettin’ on me fer sayin’.”

“stars-damned clusterfuck with a-”

“You hush.” Cash answers Blackberry with a middle finger, but puts no more effort into arguing.

“Not that I disagree with ya, darlin’, but that’s maybe not the most helpful right now.” Twist gets a middle finger too, before Cash sighs and makes his way over to slump in the chair. He looks about as close to passing out as Twist feels, but saying so would cause more trouble than it’s worth. It was probably too much to hope for that the helpful, relatively friendly version of Cash he’s seen for the past few hours would stay now that Blackberry is here. He’s surprised, and a little touched, that it lasted as long as it did.

Of course, it’s probably exhaustion, as much as anything. It can’t have been easy taking care of Twist through all of that, and he doesn’t know what time it is but it’s dark out. “Hey, sweetheart, why don’cha get some sleep.”

“i’m fine.”

“No, yer not, an’ if I can’t get away with it then neither can you.”

“it’s not exactly the same thing.”

“No, it ain’t, but yer not gonna do anyone any good if ya pass out an’ fall outta that chair. Think I’m spendin’ enough time on the floor fer the both of us.”

“Why are you spending time on the floor?” Blackberry demands, then hisses at Cash, “why is he spending time on the floor? Are you letting him lay on the floor? He should be in bed!”

“Bro! Stop. Ya gotta stop jumpin’ ta the worst possible conclusion. No one ‘let’ me lay on the floor. I ain’t doin’ too well with holdin’ still in bed, an’ ya mighta noticed I ain’t really up ta walkin’ around, so anytime I leave the bed I’m gonna end up on the floor. It ain’t Cash’s fault, an’ it’s only happened once since he started lookin’ after me, which is a better track record than Iggy had, and she had a whole lab ta work with.”

“you’d think with a lab and all her grant money, she could have come up with a better solution than tying you to the bed,” Cash mutters.

“She what?!” Twist winces. Blackberry really doesn’t yell all that often, but when he does, he can really put some volume behind it.

“It’s not as bad as he’s makin’ it sound. She was just keepin’ me outta trouble. I signed up fer this treatment knowin’ exactly how bad it could be. Signed all the papers an’ everythin’.”

“and how accurate were those papers? did they describe constant agony, completely non-functional magic, and constant flashbacks?” Blackberry whimpers at Cash’s description.

“They described it well enough. Think I’d’a backed out if I’d had a little more detail? I need this. I’m not gonna get mad at Iggy jus’ cause she wasn’t all that nice ‘bout givin’ me the rest of my life back.”

“she left you tied to a hospital bed, naked, alone, with nothing but some wires in your soul to let her know when you were in danger of dusting.”

“It wasn’t like that in the beginnin’. I ain’t the easiest patient.”

“what did you do, fall out of bed? scratch her hands?” Cash holds up his own hands, displaying the scratches and lines of dried magic from Twist’s claws. Twist winces.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. Ya really shouldn’t be around me when I get like that.”

“you mean when you’re in enough pain to try to rip out your own soul? or when you’re hallucinating and think you need to defend yourself? i’m having trouble seeing how any of that is your fault.”

“Maybe it’s not, but that don’ mean anyone else should have ta deal with it.” And could Cash please stop saying things like that in front of Blackberry? He looks torn between rushing off to murder Iggy and breaking down sobbing.

“it’s better than the alternative, and the fact that you’re arguing that it’s not doesn’t make a strong case for you being in the right frame of mind to make decisions about your health.”

“I ain’t sayin’ you should let me rip out my soul. I ain’t exactly enjoyin’ it right now, but I want it ta stay where it is as much ‘s the next monster. I’m jus’ sayin’ you should probly consider some other solutions ‘fore I do more damage than you c’n get over. That’s all Iggy did. She jus’ found a solution ta keep me from hurtin’ myself without lettin’ me shred her hands or puttin’ all her other work on hold ta babysit me. She didn’t know I got little thing ‘bout bein’ tied up.”

“a little thing? you were scared out of your mind.” That’s getting a little more personal than Twist would like. Fortunately, he has an excuse.

“Maybe I was, but that’s jus’ the way the treatment screws with my skull. You’ve seen how it turns everythin’ inta a big dramatic mess. Don’ mean nothin’, an’ she couldn’ta known how much trouble it’d cause me.”

“so you’re saying you never objected to it?”

“Yeah, course I did, a few times, but it ain’t her job ta make me comfy an’ happy. I ain’t the easiest person ta take care of, but she made it work. I may not’a liked how she did it, but I’m alive an’ I’m gettin’ rid’a my LV, an’ that’s what matters. An’ now I’m home, which is even better.” Cash just shakes his head, giving up.

Blackberry’s reaction is more concerning. The tears and rage are gone, replaced with a sweetness that isn’t one single bit genuine. Fuck. “I still think I need to pay her a little visit. Maybe bring her a lovely gift to thank her for her wonderful help.” Shit, he does not have the energy to talk his brother out of poisoning his doctor.

“Don’ do that.”

“Why not? Don’t you think she deserves something for taking such good care of you?”

“She was just tryna help.”

“Yes, and she was very helpful. That’s why she secretly locked you up in a lab and put acid in your soul. And tied you to a bed.” Blackberry doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand how bad the LV problem was, so he can’t understand that it doesn’t matter what the solution costs as long as it works. He doesn’t understand that Twist agreed to this.

“Gonna poison me too, then?”

“What? Of course not. I’d never hurt you, Papy. Why would I do that?”

“I agreed ta the whole thing. Was as much my choice as it was hers. She was only doin’ what I asked her ta do.”

“We’ll that’s different. Obviously, she manipulated you and pressured you into agreeing to it without fully explaining the risks, and you-” he cuts himself off.

“I what? I was too stupid ta ask questions? Or say no? Or make my own decisions?”

“That’s not what I meant! I just mean that you’re, well…”

“Crazy? Impulsive? Scared outta my mind of losin’ my mind an’ killin’ everyone? All true, but it was still my choice, an’ I don’t regret it.”

“She still should have made sure you understood what you were getting into, or at least taken better care of you, or told someone about it so someone else could take care of you.”

“Yeah, she coulda done that. Woulda been nice. But I didn’ tell ya either, an’ I won’ have ya puttin’ all the blame on her for somethin’ that’s my fault, too.”

“But she hurt you! You always act like it doesn’t matter when people hurt you, but it does. It matters when you’re hurt! I hate it! You always try to pretend you’re fine but I know you’re hurt, and there’s nothing I can do about it because you always try to hide it from me, and-”

“C’mere, bro.” Blackberry collapses against Twist’s ribcage, sobbing. “Hey, shh, it’s ok. It sucks right now, but everythin’s gonna get better.”

“You can’t know that.”

“I know it’s more likely than it’s been in a long time.”

“But we were ok! We’re on the surface with all of our friends, and everything was getting better, and-”

“And it still is! C’mon, bro, I know ya don’t really think I coulda kept everythin’ under control forever. Yer smarter than that. But now I’m gonna be fine. And we’re still on the surface, an’ we still got our friends, an’ I know yer mad at Iggy but she wants her research ta work so she’s gonna make sure it does, so I’m gonna be around a long time ta enjoy everythin’ good that’s happened.”

“I don’t want you to die.”

“I’m not dyin’. ‘specially not with so many people who ain’t gonna let me.” He smiles at Cash over Blackberry’s head. Cash just scowls at him, but no amount of grumpiness can counter the way he’s been taking care of Twist or the decision to save him in the first place. “Now, ya both look exhausted, and so am I. How ‘bout we all get some sleep, an’ we can deal with the rest of it tamorrow.”

Cash scoffs. “and leave you unsupervised? that sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”

“Then take turns sleepin’, er somethin’. Someone should get some sleep, at least.”

“You should go home, Cash. I can take care of everything here.”

“do you even know what taking care of everything involves?”

“I will once you tell me.”

“i’d tell you if i knew. iggy hasn’t been very forthcoming with information, probably because she wants twist back in the lab. she’s supposed to send more information soon, but i doubt there’ll be anything until at least tomorrow, if then.”

“Well tell me what you know for now.”

“give him lots of water. keep him in bed. that alarm you heard earlier is from an hp monitor attached to his soul. if it goes off, give him one of those injections you saw earlier. they have to go into his soul. they’re in that box.” He points to a box on floor by the dresser. “keep it closed because they can degrade in the light.” He pauses to think. “don’t give him normal food. there are some powders on the kitchen counter with instructions for how to mix them into some kind of shake thing. it tastes terrible but it’s good for him and it doesn’t strain his magic. try to avoid doing anything that might strain his magic.”

“Wait, let me write all this down.” Blackberry scrambles to get a notepad and pen and jots down some notes. “Ok, I’m ready for more. What was happening when I came in? I know his HP was falling, but why?”

“that was a node in his lv dissolving. don’t ask for details because i don’t know how it works, but apparently lv is distributed in some kind of network in the soul that’s connected through some kind of nodes. the medicine dissolves lv as it moves through his soul, and sometimes it gets into one of those nodes, which causes the pain you saw earlier. it means that it’s making progress, but it’s extremely painful and sometimes it can affect his hp. it can affect his emotional stability, too. i don’t know why, something about how everything is connected in the soul.”

Blackberry looks to Twist for confirmation. Twist wishes he had anything else to tell him.

“That’s about as much as I un’erstand, too, bro. Iggy showed me some readings one time that were s’posed ta show EXP destabilizing, or somethin’, but all I got outta it was that there was some kinda progress happenin’. So that’s good, at least, an’ most of those node attack things don’t fuck up my HP quite as bad as the one you saw.” And it looks like he’s getting a reprieve on the language monitoring, which is a nice bonus, because talking is getting to be a lot of work.

“he also has nightmares and flashbacks. your guess is as good as mine about what to do for those. he might have some suggestions.”

“Nah, not really. Jus’ don’t lemme hurt ya.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me, brother!”

“I might if I dunno who ya are. Look at Cash.”

“But he-”

“He’s been takin’ good care a’ me an’ he’s been too nice ta look after himself.”

“I’ve never known being too nice to be one of Cash’s problems.”

“Well maybe ya jus’ don’ look close enough.” Cash snorts. “An’ tha’s enough outta you, sweetheart. Yer ‘unredeemable asshole’ image is on shaky ground after all the shit ya’ve done fer me taday.”

“i’ll be sure to be more careful about that in the future.”

“Sure ya will. Yer jus’ grumpy ‘cause yer tired, darlin’. Get some sleep. I’ll be jus’ fine with my bro fer awhile. Anything else ya wanna tell him?”

“not that i can think of. blackberry, you should probably just call iggy if something unexpected happens. i did it once, and it kept twist from dying. she’ll probably try to convince you to take him back to the lab, but just refuse and she’ll tell you what to do instead.”

“How do you know all this anyway?”

“trial and error, mostly, and a few instructions from iggy.”

“No, I mean, how did you even know where he was?”

“i have my sources.”

“What sources?”

“that’s none of your concern.”

“It certainly is my concern when it involves you knowing where my brother mysteriously disappeared to and not telling anyone, even though you knew what was happening to him.”

“i didn’t know where he was until i called you. i didn’t even know he was missing. as soon as i realized what had happened, i brought him home.”

“And that’s another thing. Why didn’t you tell anyone that he was here? From the way you’re talking, you’ve been here for hours at least, and I never heard a word about it.”

“i was busy.”

“Too busy to text? It doesn’t take long to type ‘I found Twist, come home now.’”

“i assumed you’d come home before long. by the time it was clear that you wouldn’t, i assumed were busy wherever you’d found to spend the night, maybe loosened up enough to find another bed-”

“How dare you!”

Twist glares at Cash. “Patches. Shut it. Right now. I dunno what the fuck’s got inta you, but ya know perfectly well not ta talk ta my bro like that. An’ bro, cut the interrogation. Ya don’t need ta know every detail of every single thing that happened, an’ some things ‘er none’a yer business. Ya both wanna help me so bad? I wanna go ta sleep. Think ya c’n stop fightin’ long enough fer me ta do that, or do I gotta stay awake ta keep babysittin’ ya both?”

Blackberry looks stunned. “Papy! Can’t you see he’s hiding things? And what he just implied I was doing? You trust him too much.”

“An’ just a minute ago you were askin’ his advice on how ta take good care of me, an’ he was givin’ it to ya. And Cash, there was no call ta say that ta my brother. He’s just upset, an’ yer jus’ tired, and we’ll all do better after a good night’s sleep.” Not that Twist expects to get a good night’s sleep, but these two definitely need one.

“I’m not tired,” Blackberry insists. “Cash probably is though,” he acknowledges. Cash, of course, just snorts and turns away, but there’s no profanity or insults involved so Twist counts it as a win.

“Look, Patches, I really ‘preciate everythin’ ya’v done fer me taday. It’s been the best day I’ve had all week.”

“that’s a hard record to beat.”

“Yeah, well, it has been, an’ I know how I’d be spendin’ my night if it weren’t fer you. So thanks, darlin’.” Cash scowls. Twist continues anyway. “But now yer about as worn out as I am, an’ ya really need ta get some sleep. You c’n sleep here or go home, but sittin’ in that chair gettin’ more annoyed all night ain’t gonna do anyone any good.”

“I can take care of Papy,” Blackberry agrees. “We really do appreciate how much you’ve helped him, but I can take it from here.” Now what’s that expression on Cash’s face? It’s more than annoyance, more like… but it’s gone before Twist can figure it out.

“fine. since you’ve got everything covered, i’m going home. call iggy if anything unexpected happens.” Cash’s tone doesn’t sound right. It’s sort of flat, but flat isn’t unusual for him and it never sounds quite like that. Something is wrong, but Twist’s thoughts are getting a little fuzzy, and he just doesn’t have the energy to figure it out.

“I’ll see ya soon, won’t I, sweetheart?” He sure hopes so, but what if he pushed too hard and Cash runs away? He seemed to be handling it alright, but he’s prickly, and he likes being prickly, so maybe he was just waiting for a chance to get away without leaving Twist to die?

“sure.” That’s an agreement, at least, even if it’s not a very enthusiastic one. Sometimes that’s the best anyone can get from Cash, so Twist should probably leave it at that, but he can’t help but worry.

“Ya sure ‘bout that? Not about ta run off ta that new penthouse of yers an’ put on a few more locks so I can’t get in ‘til I’m up fer a bit more of a challenge?”

“might want to work on making it to your own door before you try to break into mine.” Ooh, that was almost a smile. Twist holds back his own, not wanting to push it. That’s a slightly better way to end the day.

“See ya soon, right?”

“yeah. don’t die.”

“Not plannin’ on it.” That’s about as friendly a farewell as he’s going to get, so it’s just as well that Cash chooses that moment to teleport away. Maybe he’ll feel better after he sleeps. Twist probably won’t, but maybe he at least won’t have to keep those two off each other’s throats.

“Well,” Blackberry huffs, “he certainly is pleasant to have around.”

“He’s tryin’, bro.”

“Really?” He looks skeptical. Understandably, but still-

“Yeah, really. Shoulda seen him earlier, ‘specially when he was yellin’ at Iggy. You’da liked that.” Blackberry smiles a little. “He’s really been helpin’ me, too. I know you’ve seen some’ve it, an’ he’s put up with a lotta shit from me taday. Sorry, stuff. A lotta stuff. I’m really fucked up, bro. Sorry, uh, messed up. Is that…? Yeah, tha’s the word. Good enough. What was I sayin’?”

“That you’re really messed up, which you’re kind of proving at the moment.” Blackberry giggles.

“Yeah, talkin’s not goin’ too good.” Twist smiles too. He’s trying to be serious, but he’s happy to join his brother in a moment of amusement over the nonsense that’s coming out of his mouth. “Really, though, I’m fucked… messed… why’s that word so hard all the sudden? What was I sayin’? I’m messed up. Not jus’ when I talk. ‘s also… messed up? Nah, already said that. Think I need ta sleep.”

“Then go to sleep. Whatever it is can wait until the morning. At this rate, it might be faster to wait until the morning to talk anyway.” Twist chuckles. He’s really not getting anywhere with talking. Unfortunately, what he needs to say is important.

“Listen, bro, it really can’t wait fer the mornin’. What I’m tryin’ ta tell ya is that I’m fucked up. Messed up. My skull is messed up. I think. Does that sound right?”

“It sounds right to me, syntactically, at least.”

“Ok. My skull is messed up. An’ I don’ just mean the nonsense I’m sayin’. More like… ya saw me earlier, saw how much it fu-messed me up phycally… that’s not a word, shit, it’s gettin’ worse, an’ I don’ normally have this kinda trouble talkin’. See, this random shit, stuff, happens all the time, some random symptom that could be a one time deal or could be the start a some new slice’a hell. But I was tryna tell ya somethin’. Got any idea what it was?”

“Something messed up your skull, and something about being messed up ‘phycally,’ whatever that means. Oh! Do you mean ‘physically’?”

“Yeah! Tha’s it. Physically. The medicine messes me up physically, and ‘parently my words, but it also f-messes me up mentally. Like, with memories an’ shit. Things. Whatever. Or it makes shit up. An’ I can’t always tell what’s real, so sometimes I react ta them in ways ya might not like. Sure ya wanna deal with all that?”

“Of course! I mean, not that I want it to happen, but of course I want to take care of you. How could you even ask that?”

“Jus’ don’ wanna upset ya with the things I could do. Just… If I start ta freak ya out, just leave. I’ll come outta it eventually.”

“I absolutely will not leave. What kind of brother would I be if I left you alone to suffer just because you did something that made me uncomfortable?”

“I might make ya more’n ‘uncomfertable’. I’m really fucked up. Messed up. An’ I can’t… I’m probly not gonna be able ta help ya.”

“Well that’s perfectly fine, because I’m here to help you, not the other way around. Honestly, I can’t believe you think I’d leave you alone just because I’m uncomfortable,” Twist opens his mouth to interject, “or more than uncomfortable. I don’t care. I want to take care of you.”

“Ya don’t gotta do that.”

“I want to.”

“It ain’t yer job.”

“Yes it is.”

“But it’s…”

“What, it’s your job to take care of me so I can’t possibly take care of you? You know that’s not true.”

“I know, but…” Twist sighs. “Look, bro, it’s not that I don’ think you c’n take care of me. ‘s jus’ that I don’ want ya runnin’ yerself inta the ground doin’ it. I know you, an’ I know you’ll keep goin’ ‘til ya collapse, an’ I ain’t care of easy – no, tha’s not how words work. Fuck, I need sleep. Wait, sorry, messed, no, tha’s the other thing. That means somethin’ else. I… oh yeah! I ain’t easy ta take care of. Just lookit Cash. That’s after just… what, a day, half a day, maybe, a’ takin’ care of me.”

“I can handle it.”

“I’m sure ya can, but this ain’t no quick fix. Been like this fer a week already, and it’s got no signs of endin’ soon. Ya really wanna take on this job all by yerself?”

“What do you want me to do, bring in a hospital’s nursing staff? Or would you rather a bunch of strangers see how ‘messed up’ you are instead of me?”

“Tha’s not what I meant, bro. ‘s just… don’ work yerself down ta dust over me, please, bro, please. I didn’t do this ta make you do all the work. It was s… s’posed ta…”

“Ok, Papy, ok. I won’t overwork myself. Now please just go to sleep. We can talk about it more in the morning when you’re able to handle a conversation.”

“Ya promise you’ll take care’a yerself?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Will ya ask fer help if ya need it? I don’ care who finds out wha’s wrong with me, so just ask someone, anyone, when ya need help er a break er somethin’.”

“Of course, brother. If I need help, I’ll ask someone.”

“Ok.” The reassurance is helpful. He should probably get into it more, but keeping his sockets open is getting harder and harder. “Hey, bro?”

“Hmm?”

“Think ya could take these towels off me? I get why they’re here an’ I think they helped, but I’m gettin’ kinda cold now.”

“Oh, of course! I completely forgot!” Blackberry quickly collects all the towels and covers Twist with a blanket. “Is that better?”

“Yeah, feels great. Thanks, bro.”

“Of course. Do you need anything else?”

“Jus’ ta sleep, I think.”

“Alright, I’ll let you sleep, then.”

“How ‘bout you? It’s late, innit? Don’cha need ta sleep too? Ya seemed tired earlier.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Not tired at all! You know me, I can stay up half the night with a good book without meaning too.”

“Yeah, me too, normally, but this ain’t normal. How ‘bout ya lay down next ta me in bed? ‘s comfy.” He snuggles down into his pillow to demonstrate, which gets another giggle from his brother.

“I’m sure it is. I’ll go to bed soon, I promise.”

“Ok.” None of that was very believable, but Twist’s sockets are closing whether he wants them to or not, so it will have to do for now. As he drifts towards sleep, a wave of /COMFORT/LOVE/PROTECTION/HOPE/ washes over him, and he smiles. Keeping this is so worth anything he has to do to stay here, and for the first time in days he doesn’t have to convince himself that it’s true.

chapter 16

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writingforjoy · 6 years ago

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Raven Springs Academy Chapter 22: The Party

Homecoming week has finally come to an end, but now I’m bored outta my mind with nothing to do. Mama and Papí are at work and Evan’s at abuela’s. ...maybe Dallas would want to hang out with me for once, it’s been a while since she has. “Daaalllaaaaas~” I song her name loudly as I rolled out of bed and slipped on my houseshoes. Lately she’s always hanging out with her other friends or some mysterious boyfriend of hers. A sick feeling came over me as I remembered the discussion about Ash and Dallas with Lil and KJ earlier. It can’t be Ash though, I asked him if there was anything going on between him and Dallas, and he said no and I believe him! He doesn’t act interested in her, at least not like he does with me. We’ve kissed twice already, so he gotta be more interested in me...at least I hope so anyways. I could hear her music playing outside her door and it got louder as I opened it and walked inside. Dallas was sitting at her makeup dresser, her table lamp made her sequin top sparkle like crazy. “Oh wooow, lookit yooou, all dressed up with supposedly nowhere to go.”

She looked at me from her mirror all surprised. “You’re still here?! I thought you were going over Lillith’s?”

“Nah, I didn’t wanna intrude in their family night. Think her moms are supposed to be there. Soo,” I grabbed her computer chair and pushed it next to her as I sat down. “Whatcha doooin’?”

“As you can see,” she waved her free hand up and down beside her, “I’m getting ready for a party.”

I didn’t know there was a party tonight...I should go, it’ll be fun. “I wanna go to the party!” If she’s going, then he gotta be there too.

She sighed as she closed her left eye and started applying an electric blue eyeliner to match the right. “Well, when you have more popular friends and a boyfriend, you’ll get invited to a lot of things too.”

So she does have a boyfriend! Papí and Daddy always said that girls only wore makeup if guys are involved. I didn’t think they were actually serious! Would Ash finally ask me out if I started wearing makeup? ...oh my God what if it’s for him?! “I wanna boyfr-!”

“Anna I swear to God if I mess up I’ll stab you with this eyeliner.”

I waited until she finished applying the eyeliner and started putting on lipstick. “I want a boyfriend.” She ignored me and put on a pair of her ‘lucky’ diamond earrings. “Big Sister, help me get a boyfriend now.” I pleaded in Spanish. She opened her drawer and pulled out a bottle of blue liquid. “What’s that?”

She pushed me away before spraying herself with the bottle. “None of your business, and no, I won’t help get a boyfriend. You’re not mature enough and Uncle Mae wouldn’t be happy about it.”

“Pfft, I am too mature enough.” I muttered crossing my arms. “You never wanna hang out with me anyway.” Guess I should take matters into my own hands. Some basic makeup stuff should do it. I looked around and reached for one of Dallas’ lip glosses. Easy peasy.

Dallas smacked my hand and moved her lip glosses away from me. “What do you think you’re doing, Anna?!”

“I’m wanna put makeup on like you!” I huffed. “You practically wear it all the time!”

“Because I’m more grown than you.” She hissed.

“How? You’re 17, just a year older than me! If being 16 or older makes you grown then I am too dammit!”

“Anna, you brat,” she turned my chair around and shoved me towards the door. “Get out!”

She’s not telling me something, she has to be going to the party with Ash, he has to be her secret boyfriend! “No, it’s not fair!” I jumped up from the chair and glared at her, and her red eyes glared back. She was pissed off, but not as much as me. “Papi said that neither of us could wear makeup or have boyfriends until we’re 18, but look at you. You get to wear all this makeup and go out with your boyfriend, but I don’t! I wanna wear makeup! I want my own boyfriend! I’m just as mature as you are!”

“So, you think you’re all grown up and mature now?” She asked . Dallas rose out of her seat and began shifting. Her dark skin turned brighter to match my own, and her braided hair changed to a textured cut with a fringe. Then her irises turned from a raging red to a cold, sterling grey. She was turning into him.

She took a step towards me in the new form and I stepped back. “Dallas stop it.” My voice trembled at the end and my heart started pounding when she took another step. “Dallas, I mean it stop!” That’s not him.

“Oh? You mean to tell me you’re still afraid of me, Doll?” Her voice had changed to his, making the appearance more real than I’d like. “What happened between us was so long ago.”

“Dallas, please! Don’t come any closer!” My back pressed against her door and my hand fumbled around looking for the doorknob. “You know I don’t like this!” He’s not here, this isn’t real. Dallas is tryna scare me is all.

“But haven’t you missed me puppet?” He asked coldly. “It’s been years since we last saw each other, and I’ve been dying to hold you again.”

The shadows around the room seemed to be moving around as he came closer, then the tendrils snaked their way from him and slowly made their way to me. “DAEMON STOP, STOP IT!”

“But a moment ago you were shouting about how mature you are, now look at you. Quivering in fear at the site of someone who’s not even here.” She turned back into herself and stood in front of me. “If you were actually mature, you would’ve gotten over whatever happened between you and him and moved on! And you definitely wouldn’t be in my room acting like a damn child! Now get out and start acting your age, Annabelle!”

My hand finally found the doorknob and I snatched her door open and stormed out of her room. Back in my own room, I slammed my door and leaned against it. I hate this, why am I still afraid of him?! Sparks started flying out of my hands and hair, and I slumped to the floor, pulled my knees to my chest and rocked myself. He’s gone, far far away from me. I’m safe from him. I held myself tighter as the sparks became frequent and vibrant. I’m not a child, I’m as mature as she is, I know it! I know she’s going to that party with Ash, I know something’s up between them! I just need proof! But how? How can I prove it?! I screamed into my lap as I released a wave of electricity, knocking all the power out. ...why am I doing this, acting like this? ...am I in love with Ash?

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91whiskeygirl · 6 years ago

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Apple Pie

Inspired by Season 1 Episode 11| Scarecrow

Warnings| Smut, Angst, 18+ Violence

Story is altered from episode because I wanted to fit y/n/ in!

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You couldn’t remember the last time you enjoyed the crisp air biting my face. You’ve lived in your hometown too long where you enjoyed the cold autumn weather.Your Y/H/C flowing out the car window as we passed the forest of trees that were like flames dancing in the wind.The colors were beautiful, you appreciated this time of year. You applied a liberal amount of chapstick, the menthol plumping your lips. You knew he was side staring once you started to smoothen it and pucker to get better coverage. A small bratty smirk lined your lips as you looked out the passenger window.

“ Burkittsville?” Dean said,his brows furrowed, his one arm on the wheel and the other leaning out the car. “Yeah, a few times this time of year, it’s always a couple, they go missing in this town. Never seen again.”, You replied. “Doesn’t sound like our deal, but I am curious about the couple part…”Dean didn’t give you a side glance, this time, it was a full on intense stare with those green olive eyes of his. Those damn gems always made your heart skip a few beats. I looked to him and then straight ahead, nervous as fuck. You were never one to back down at a flirty staring contest; but when it was with Dean you knew you’d never win on the first round.”The couples…Y/N?” he continued, “Anything specific? Race, sexual preference?”. Oh, he didn’t mean it LIKE THAT.Clearing my throat, I replied looking down at my phone,”Oh,no, but it’s always this time of year, the Fall equinox.”.You bit your lip and looked in the passenger mirror, remembering that Sam wasn’t sitting behind giving you that teasing smirk he always gives. He knew you had feelings for Dean, but never told Dean because it was too much fun seeing you melt over him and his older brother had no clue.

You turned slightly to face Dean.“….Are we gonna talk about how we just let Sammy take a trip down the yellow brick road?” I asked quietly.I hate confrontation, but it was gonna be a longer, awkward road trip to Indiana without mentioning Sam. “He made his choice.”, he said gruffly. He pressed the gas a bit more and revved Baby’s engine, looks like no matter what, it wasn’t gonna be an enjoyable ride. The silence was deafening. A bit of short talk about the case and some disagreements on what was making these couples disappear didn’t help the drawl of not having Sammy here. Baby just felt too light, too empty without him.

Finally making it to the town, your eyes immediately widened at the apple orchard. Miles of them upon arriving. Beautiful apples, plump and ready for the picking. You licked your lips, thinking it’d be nice to have some crispy, homemade apple pie, or warm pastries glazed with sugar frosting. Upon thinking anything else that’d have to do with eating; your stomach growled something fierce, “Someone’s hungry, heh.” Dean smiled looking at you as you tried to hide your stomach with your already layered military jacket. “The orchard….I’ve never seen anything like it, full of ‘em” you replied nervously. Nodding he touched your shoulder that made you shiver more than the autumn breeze. “Well luckily we’re not too far from a gas station, just a few more miles.”.

A gas station up ahead with a little diner,you haven’t seen one of these combinations since you left your hometown, every gas station you stopped at on hunts had a small supermarket, all packaged and premade pies. It just wasn’t the same. But this made you feel all giddy, you were tired of the convenience store meals for the past few weeks, finding a case every now and then there just wasn’t time to have a home cooked meal. You immediately jumped out of the car before Dean shifted it in park at a pump, heading to the diner. “I’m gonna get us a table, talk to the local folk, see if they’ve seen anything strange.” You called out while already halfway to the diner. The cowbell rang while you opened the door, the air was warm, filled with many scents, but the most prominent one, cinnamon and apple. “YESSS!” You thought, trying to keep your composure. “Hi! What can I get for ya’?” a young girl with her blonde hair up, a pencil in her bun asked you. “Yeah, uh I smell something delicious, any famous desserts you sell?” “Our famous Apple Crumble Pie!” she brightly smiled . “I’ll get right on it,just for you?” “No, for my…” Your throat started to get dry after you said it. But it was the only way you’d both solve this case. “Boyfriend.”.

Dean parked the Impala and headed inside, “No, for my boyfriend too.”, when he saw and heard you say it his eyebrows raised,surprised. He never thought of you like that once, sure you were a pretty girl, but a bit too young considering he was going on late twenties and you were just at the legal drinking age. The blonde waitress walked into the entrance of the kitchen and you sat at a round table with a checkered table cover and sighed deeply. “So, boyfriend?” He half smirked, his eyes smiling as well. Chuck, you loved those dimples every time he smiled. It was always a rare sight. “Well, I mean… the victims are always…couples….and, I just thought…” You hated try to explain, but Dean beat you to it. “It’s alright Y/n, I get it. We should come up with cute nicknames and hold hands like those chick flicks you make us watch once a week.” You giggled lightly and slumped forward in your chair, “yeah, maybe we should take our slices of pie to go.” Oh my chuck, you actually said that out loud. He was taken aback, but being Dean Winchester he scooted his chair nearer to you, knees touching, elbow on the table, slowly bending forward and whispered in your ear, “I think I’m gonna need more than a slice after I’m done with you.” His breath gave your neck goosebumps as he tucked the stray hairs on the side of your face. You face hot, eyes glazed over.

“Here ya are! Two slices of our famous apple crumble pie!” The waitress served you, then Dean,still with that smile of his, leaning back into his chair, knees still touching, and he dug into that pie while still staring at you. “Yup, he’s gonna be the death of me. “ You thought.

“Oh geez that was some damn good pie”, you said rubbing your stomach. Holding the box that encased a fuller version of that heavenly slice you just had. You sat back into Baby sighing. Halfway to sleepville and you heard Dean get in the car a few minutes later. Remembering what he said back in the diner immediately made you straighten up. “Talked to a friendly guy, says he doesn’t know anything about the couples missing, even though he’s worked here over 20 years.” “Great.”rolling your eyes. Seems the town had a deeper, darker secret other than the recipe that you tried to get from the waitress, but she gently declined since it was a family recipe. “I’m gonna check out the last place the latest couple went missing, you wanna go to the college?” He asked, starting Baby, turning out of the parking lot.

“I’m surprised a young woman like you would be interested in our folklore.” A senior professor wrinkled his forehead,”Indiana doesn’t have that many stories.” With a friendly smile you replied “I’m just trying to get to know about the town more, and I’ve always loved to hear the ol’ times, I think your help would definitely make my term paper a staple example to the rest in my class.”.He looked through his eyeglasses at you standing there between his desk and him, he stood up and took a thick book from his shelf and placed it neatly while turning pages, a picture caught your eye, a scarecrow.

Dean made it to the orchard where the missing couple was last seen. A faint mist blanketing the area. He takes out his EMF meter and starts sweeping. “Why’d I say that so easily to Y/n?” He thought. He chuckled that he made your face red, that those pretty y/e/c of yours were wide eyed and shining at him as he touched you y/c hair, he would’ve loved to egg you on had it been an actual date and not a snack break from the hunt. The meter started to spike like crazy once he was a few hundred meters into the orchard, and there, he saw the scarecrow. Looking at it from all angles he stopped once he saw that one of its arms had a “nice tat” he said out loud, memorizing the tribal to see who went missing recently,the skin looked dry but still fresh at the same time. He was about to text Sam but quickly deleted his name from the messenger. The fight they had back there was different.They just got back into hunting together, and with all that happened, he didn’t think his brother would’ve just walked out on him, on them like that. He knew what to do to track who had the tattoo that went missing, but his muscle memory just made his gut heavy realizing he was abut to call Sam for help.

“y/n, got an idea on what might be making those couples go missing, call me back.” Shutting his phone and throwing it on the passenger side, he was on his way to the college to get you when he saw the sheriff’s car behind him “aw crap”.

“That, the scarecrow, what’s his deal?” you asked the professor and pointing at the image.His eyes squinted but went back to the book. “Ah, Vanir, it’s a fertility god, the settlers here believed that their town would thrive one they’ve sacrificed a man and woman, our town has a sacred tree, hundreds of years old.” “Where’s the tree at?”, you asked, closing the book and getting ready to head out,”Just a few miles from here, if you’ve passed the scarecrow you’ve gone too far.” “Thanks professor, thought I’ll get a couple of snap shots for my paper.” You swiftly turned to head out the door when you were butted in the back of your head with something hard, blacking out.

“Something the matter officer?” Dean asked, looking up at the tall sheriff. “I hear around town that you’re asking all kinds of questions that shouldn’t be asked. I’m assuming you’re not a tourist and would suggest you head on outta town, you shouldn’t meddle into things you don’t know the full story of.”He peered down into the car window, glaring at Dean. “Now if I’d known better I’d say your going to escort me out.” “That’s right.” Dean smile turned into a faint grimace and he started up Baby, the sheriff already on his tail, once he was a couple miles out the cop car finally bleeped its siren and made a u turn, looking into the rearview mirror he did the same once he knew he wouldn’t be in the sheriff’s vision. “y/n, hope you got what we need to get rid of whatever this is.”he thought.

“Ugh, what the….?” blinking rapidly trying to focus, your head pounded badly and your eye sight still hadn’t adjusted, you were in the orchard. Your jeans cold from the wet ground, you tried to stand and felt your wrists tightly bound over your head. “Son of a monkey’s ass!”.You couldn’t reach any of your knives, you scoffed thinking you should have modded your jacket so there would be an accessible pocket knife next time something else happens. Looking left then right you realized you were the only one tied. Recalling what the professor said,“A man and a woman.” Dean. You felt sick to your stomach. What happened to him after dropping you off at the college? You knew he was a warrior, but hunts are always unpredictable. The sun was about to set, you could tell even though the lush,tall apple trees blinded the sunlight. Fog started to blanket the ground and you shivered down your spine, you weren’t going to go down like this, helpless, tied to a friggin’ “sacred tree?” You saw markings you recognized from the book. The scarecrow was just a pawn, the tree is what held the dark power this town was built upon.

Dean made his way to the college, y/n wasn’t on the stairs out front like she said she was going to be when she finished, it’d been a couple hours, more than enough time to get all you needed to know. He tried to call y/n’s cell and it went to voicemail after a few rings. “Her phone’s on, why the hell aren’t you answering dammit!” “Didn’t I tell you to skip town?” Sighing Dean looked over to the sheriff. “Small world, huh officer?” “Step out of the car.” SLAM, right on the hood of the cop car, cuffed, he shoved Dean into the backseat.”What the hell is your problem son? Couldn’t let bygones be bygone?” The sheriff said while driving a few miles out. Dean looked out the window, scanning everywhere to see if you were out there, but the fog was starting to get heavy, and soon darkness would fall. Trying to get the pick out of his back pocket once the car stopped, the officer got out to open the trunk. Any sudden movement would give way that he was trying to escape, the crappy leather seats weren’t helping, gripping every inch of him making it difficult to keep quiet and swiftly picking the lock at the same time. He got free til he tried to open the door,WHAP, right on the side of his temple.

“Dean? Dean! Dean hey!” a slurred voice turning clearer as he shook his head, realizing he was tied up; his eyes opened wide as he came to see y/n by his side, “Oh y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. I should’ve known, this town is full of crazies.”.”It’s okay, Dee, you’re here, I’m just glad you’re here now.” Your small smile comforted him until he saw a tear run down your cheek. His jaw tightened and he started to try to free himself.

“We have no choice, our crops are starting to die.She’s our last hope for the town.””Like heck it is!” a distant voice from behind argued with the sheriff, “It’s the last day of the solstice, we have to do this.”, a woman replied. “Please! I don’t understand! Why are you doing this?” Y/n saw the blonde girl from the diner show up with her hands cuffed, followed by the sheriff behind her. “Uncle? Auntie? What’s going on?!” Her wet face showed her heart breaking as her uncle turned away and started walking “I’m sorry sweetheart, this is the only way.” They tied her next to Dean, whimpering and trying to break free once she was already tied to the tree.

The group scattered, and there was a silence in the area that just made it eerie. The lovely orchard you fell in love with in the afternoon drive soon turned into a forest with twitching branches and the moonlight shining on them made them look like the horrors that made you stay up at night. A shuffle made you and Dean start to get into gear try to get free, you both looked at each other and started to try to reach for his backpocket when he shook his head, no way we were going to get out of this, flexibility was one of your best qualities as a hunter but you wouldn’t be able to get out of this with your hands up in the air.

The shuffles grew louder, whimpers from the blonde waitress didn’t deafen it, you clearly recognized those steps. “Sam!” Oh chuck, you were all saved. “Sam?” Dean yelled out. “Hey”, he started to untie the girl first, then Dean.”How the hell did y-” “I, kinda stole a car.” A chuckle came out of Dean “That’s ma boy!” Untying your first hand, you grabbed your karambit that was hidden in your boot, and started to tear through the ropes around your feet. “I guess they knew to tie you up good…you’re a kicker hehe” Dean joked as you grinned at him. Standing up with the rest you heard screams coming from in front not far from where you all were standing.

A dark figure appeared walking through the trees and slicing, gushing of blood misting the brisk air through the moonlight. “Go GO GO!” Sam yelled grabbing the girl’s hand, Dean yours, starting to run. There was a line of sunlight rising from the hills and the eerie atmosphere started to dissipate. “Guys? I think it’s over”you said, catching you breath. Turning back around you went back to the tree and reached out for your lighter Dean got you for your 21’st. The silver flashing as the sun finally welcomed itself. Sam came back with Dean and a gallon of gas. “ What’re you gonna do? “ The girl asked softly as she followed behind Sam. “Burn it.”you replied, glaring at the markings on the tree. Looking up at it “I hope your apple pies were worth it”, you said as you set it on fire. Screeching burnt barks and green and yellow flames engulfed it, burning it into a crisp.

“Sam, I’m glad you’re back.”You told him, hugging his humungous torso, gently tightening your grip. You know, for a shorty you have a bear grip” He chuckled petting your head. Smiling up at him you replied , ” Well my lovely qualities has to balance out with your brother’s cockiness” you glanced at Dean, his lips puckered and his eyebrows raised like those times you have a good comeback but he couldn’t think of anything to counter it. You let go of Sam and walked the waitress back to the diner. “You gonna be okay?” you asked her, a hand on her shoulder blade. “Yeah hun, I’m okay, just, I don’t know what to do. My aunt, my uncle” she softly sobbed. “It’s going to be okay. You still have the diner…” “No, there’s too many memories, I think I’ll just escrow it since it was going to be mine anyways. Thanks, for everything.” Once she went back into the diner y/n walked back to the impala where Sam was in the passenger side, “Hey sasquatch, mind if I sit in the back?” He grinned and nodded, you climbing into the back, you forgot all about the pie sitting, still closed in it’s box. You settled in your seat and saw Dean glance in the rear view mirror, giving you a smirk. It was gonna be a long ways back to the motel.

Sam reserved two rooms, you called the boys for the day and stepped into the cozy motel room. Starting the bubble bath you promised yourself, you opened up a bottle of body wash that smelled of pumpkin pie. You always loved autumn and it’s aesthetic, hell even the pumpkin spice latte you’d have once in a while once Fall started, you admit, you were a basic Fall bitch. After lighting your pumpkin spice candle and placing it on the sink a knock came at your door. Quizzically wondering why the boys needed something after a hunt from you, you opened the door after checking the viewer.”Dean?”

“Hey.”you said smiling, looking at him up and down, he was already in gray sweatpants and a black shirt with that favorite red flannel that you got him at a fall sale, and secretly wanted to wear.Your eyes moved up to his wide chest, your breath hitching when you saw his wet hair that made him look like a hedgehog. His pearly teeth showed a mischievous grin “So, how about that pie?” He raised his hand with the box from the diner. “Oh!” you perked up, opening the door for him, you went to get a couple glasses and the whiskey you had stored for emergencies. You suddenly felt heat from your core start to spread as you turned around and saw Dean right behind you looking down at you. The light from your nightstand lamp complimented every feature of him, from his jawline, the twinkle in his olive green eyes that you adored so much, and damn his chest for looking so toned under that thin shirt. “y/n? You know what you said at the diner?” “Look Dee, if this is just a one night thing I understand, I’m hardly the type of girl you’d go home with let alone our lives as hunters, it gets gritty….” you tried to look anywhere else other than his chest, his broad shoulders, his damn razor sharp jawline. But you’re e/c orbs looked up at his parted lips, instinctively licking your lips. He interrupted your objection with his warm lips on yours, his hands on the sides of your neck, you moaned helplessly into his mouth. Inviting his tongue after teasing your bottom lip you feel his lips turn into a smile “Baby girl, I don’t where this is going, but I don’t mind going with it.I need to hear it.” he whispered while softly teasing your neck with soft short kisses. “What?” Confused at what he was saying, you were just trying not to melt into a puddle as his hands traveled down holding your hips, his index fingers tracing the inner part of your jeans, waiting for consent. “Yes or no y/n? We’re friends, hell you’re younger than me, I don’t want to ruin what we-”You break his speech with a hard kiss, biting his bottom lip “Fuck Dee, please, yes.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and he carried you to the bed, smiling and admiring your curves as he put you down on the edge.

He held your face kissing you softly and then eagerly, your tongues dancing together. You made your way touching underneath his shirt, you were so giddy you let out a giggle, feeling his abs. “Like what you feel Baby girl?” He asks as he stands taller and takes off his flannel then his shirt, eyes still on you. You had gone quiet and just nodded shyly biting your lip. He started to take off his sweatpants when you said “Sam”, he laughed and continued to undress to nothing, “Sweetheart, I think you got bopped in the head too hard today” You laughed back “No, I mean, he’s not leaving again is he? I mean are we gonna tell him whats going on between us too? If there’s going to be more of…this?” You placed your hands in the back of you leaning back into the bed. No, we’re good, and as for us, if you don’t feel comfortable we don’t have to tell him, but you are probably gonna have to find excuses as to why you keep asking for a separate room” He grinned back at you, leaning closer to you face to face, making your back arch, his lips close to yours again. “I guess we can have a bit of fun after tonight” you smiled, and grabbed him by the shoulders making you pin himself down on you, feeling his hardness twitching against your inner thighs.

You gasped softly when he made is way down to pull your jeans and underwear down, pausing for just a second then ripping your black lace underwear off in one motion. “DEAN, that’s one of my favorites!” you scolded him, he just laughed starting to give you kisses on your thighs, “Baby, I’m sure I can help you in finding more favorites”.

Having Dean on top of you made you want more, the heat form his body radiating on you, making your breasts peak. He kept kissing your thighs, working his way up to your stomach, then licking and nipping feverishly on to one of your nipples making your head go back, almost hitting the headboard. For chuck’s sake, his mouth was what you imagined and more. You grabbed the back of his head motioning him to lift his face and you softly smiled at him and kissed his dimples, then devouring his lips. “Dean, please, enough teasing” you whined. A growl came out from his chest and he started nipping at your neck and collarbone as he parted your legs, your hands on his hips to further guide him. A squeal leaked from your mouth as you felt his hot hand enter you slowly, the burn insatiable. “Mmmm feels like someone’s ready for Daddy” you giggled “Daddy? You got a kink Winchester?” “Well when you say it, hell yeah” he replied, licking his fingers. He kissed you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. He sat up on his knees a bit to guide his tip at your entrance, teasing your clit with it a few times till he went into you, you huffed out a deep exhale, wanting more of him, you looked at him, lying down on your back, lifting your right leg up to his shoulder, “Dean, fucks sake please move, I’m so wet” you told him, gripping his hips harder. He growled deeply as he slowly placed himself all the way in, you groaned in pleasure and your hands flew up to the sides of the bed, gripping the sheets. You and him fit perfectly snug, he waited a few seconds until you were adjusted, the heat from it all making you both breathe harder. “Shit y/n, you’re so tight” he whispered, gripping your leg on his shoulder, giving small kisses to your calf. You wiggled your ass begging for him to move and he did just that. Hungry to feel him at your spot. “Yea, yea Dean right there, I’m so close, fuck”, you whined. You didn’t care that you were a bit loud, this feeling in your core was about to burst. He started to rhythmically ride you, teasing your spot till you started stuttering his name.”I got you baby,come for me.”

He gripped your leg tighter and started to buck harder, hitting your spot every time. Your eyes rolled back and your hips lifted as your orgasm ran through you, clinging on him harder he grunted, not stopping “Yeah baby, such a good girl for daddy” He told you. The sweat on his chest trickled down on to your breasts and you let go of your leg to lift the both up to his hips, driving in deeper making you wetter. The sounds that came from both of you were pornographic, you were sure you’d have a complaint when you checked out the next day. “Dee, please, I want you to fill me up Daddy” You smiled crookedly, looking up at him, taking his hands and placing them on your breasts. “oh ho, you’re gonna be the death of me y/n/” He smiled, and grabbed your breasts, slapping them a couple times before he closed his eyes and started to ride you roughly and unevenly.You could see his chest tensing and you knew he was near to his end, holding your legs on his hips tighter he thrust in a few more times and a loud growl came out as he filled you up, a heavenly feeling of his hot come in you, you started to hug him once he came down from his orgasm and placed a kiss on his forehead as he laid it on yours. “So,” you said to him, dew of sweat all over both of your bodies, still intertwined, his length softening in you ” how about that pie?” you smiled.

The end! Happy Halloween everyone! I’m surprised I actually finished this in time for the holiday, whew! Any requests are appreciated! I’m slowly making the playlist on Spotify,but I’ll definitely let you know when it’s fully up!

#spn #spnfanfic #fanficfirday #fanfiction #spnfam

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cchellacat · 6 years ago

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Dinner and A Movie

Love All The Marvel Ships Challenge

Day Three ~ Watching A Movie

Darcy Lewis had a secret. An embarrassing, mortifying secret that she would admit to no one, ever. Ever since the eighth grade she had had the hugest, most ridiculous crush on James Buchanan Barnes.

There had been love hearts and flowers doodled in her text books next to his picture and she had even managed to get her hands on an original Bucky Bear, which, to this day, still slept in her bed with her.

When the news had broken that her girlhood crush, was in fact, still alive and well and looking just as fine as he did in 1945, it was like dream come true. She had followed every news article avidly as the whole story unfolded and her heart broke for him.

The whole thing brought back her crush in full force. Then, barley a year after she and Jane had moved into the Tower to work for Stark, James Barnes, Bucky, had come back to the USA. All the legal troubles had been cleared up, he’d been exonerated for his action while in Hydra’s control and Tony Stark, even if still a little bitter about the whole Steve lied to him thing, had given them a floor in the Tower while the Avengers got their shit back together.

The last eighteen months had been torture. She couldn’t ignore the guy after all, but it was increasingly difficult to be around him. Her crush just got bigger and bigger. Like Steve, he was always unfailingly polite, but he was also a smooth son of bitch that flirted like other people breathed. Not for a second did she ever take him seriously when he flirted with her, that way lay madness. So, she endured and tried not to look like she was avoiding him, while she avoided him.

The down side was, that with him constantly in her head, the thought of dating anyone was pointless, so she’s had a pretty long dry spell. All she’s done for months is work. She’d not stepped outside the Tower for anything other than grocery shopping or science conventions in over a year and she was bored and dying from the isolation. She had to start getting herself out there again. She couldn’t wait around to get over this silly crush, she had to go out and meet people. Preferably no one that worked for Stark, because that would be all kinds of terrible when it didn’t work out. She needed a wing woman and a night out dancing.

It had taken a week to convince Jane to take a night off from work and just relax and Darcy had been adamant that they needed to get outside for bit. Darcy should have known that nothing could possible be so straight forward.

First there had been a Tower wide lock-down which meant all residents had to have their bio-metrics re processed. Then one of the interns had broken one of Jane’s deep space telescopes, and then, when Jane had finally finished re-calibrating it, once the new pieces had been installed, the data it had started running off sent her into science spree.

“I’m sorry, Darcy, really, but I just can’t wait, I have to start working through this right now, there are numbers here that just don’t make sense, we could be on the verge of a huge discovery.”

So here she was, all dressed up and no where to go. But fuck that, if Jane wouldn’t go out with her, well, there was no reason she couldn’t go by herself.

Except… except. She really didn’t want to go sit in a bar on her own… ugh. Why couldn’t she just catch a break?

“Hey Doll, why so glum?”

Darcy looked up to find Bucky Barnes, aka, The Winter Hottie, frowning down at her, from where she was slumped on the couch.

Just what she needed, the guy she crushed on looking at her with pity when she explained how pathetic her life was. Would there be no end to this torture?

“I’m fine.” She muttered grabbing her bag and standing. There was no point being here when she could be curled up on the couch in her own apartment with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s and a bottle of wine.

“Hey, don’t be like that, come on, tell me what’s going on.”

The worst part is he really sounds like he cares, and she knows it’s unfair, but it just makes her feel worse. There’s no way a guy like him would ever be interested in her. She wasn’t a super cool ninja assassin like Natasha or smart like Jane or a CEO power goddess like Pepper Potts, she was just Darcy. Short and what could generously be called curvy, with a gap in her teeth and frizzy hair that never stayed where she put it no matter how much time she spent with product and a straightener. The truth was, spending time around him was almost painful, she wanted to hug him and run her fingers through his hair and….. yeah, she was getting away from herself again. She sighed, there was no point being rude, she’d tell him the truth and accept the pity and obligatory pep talk and be on her way.

“Jane stood me up, we were meant to get dinner and maybe go clubbing for a bit, but she went all science on me and now I’m a lame single on date night with out even my platonic go-to girl.”

“I’m real sorry to hear that, Doll. Pretty girl like you shouldn’t ever be stood up.”

His eyes crinkle when he smiles at her and her thighs clench, she’s pretty sure every panty in a ten-mile radius just dropped.

“Thanks, Barnes, be sure to tell Jane that if you see her before I do. I’m just gonna go home and wallow in my misery.”

She gave him a crooked smile and made her way out of the room, aware of his eyes following her till she stepped into the lift.

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Bucky watched her go, shoulders slumped and defeated. A pretty dame like Darcy shouldn’t be alone on a Saturday night, she outta be out having fun and kicking her heels up. Hell, if he thought she was interested he would have asked her out months ago, but she never responded when he flirted with her. Didn’t eye him up the way the other women in the Tower did, didn’t bat her eyes or smile coyly. She was always sweet and kind and would go outta her way to help if she could, but she was just being nice. He sighed in frustration.

Being free to get back to some semblance of life had been a relief but actually settling into the fast-paced modern world was a little more complicated than it looked. Things were different. People were different. Sometimes it seemed like he’d landed on some alien planet.

Truth was, the only person other than Steve that made sense to him was her. She was exactly his type of girl, with her soft curves and pouty lips and the dark chocolate curls that seemed to have a mind of their own, just like she did, she was everything he dreamed about. She had a mouth on her when she was in temper, stood up for herself and didn’t take shit form no one. But he had no idea how to approach her when she never seemed to let her guard down around him. He figured she was nervous around him at first because of his part, then over time when she still didn’t relax completely and still didn’t respond to any of his pick up lines he’d come to the conclusion that he just wasn’t her type. But that didn’t mean he had to let her be miserable on a Saturday night. He could still be a friend. He wasn’t exactly comfortable in large crowds these days, but maybe she’d still like to get dinner, maybe see a movie after.

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Darcy had barley got through her front door when there was a knock on it. Who the hell could it be? Opening the door to find Barnes on the other side was the last thing she was expecting.

“Hey…. Ummm… did you need something?” she asked feeling confused, her head tipping to one side as she looked up at him.

“Yeah… uhh. Look, I know you’re not interested in me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be your friend Doll. The reservations for your dinner still good? Figured if you want some company, I’d be happy to go with you. Can’t really go clubbing, but we could catch a movie maybe?”

Darcy blinked…. She knew her jaw was on the floor and snapped her mouth shut with a click of her teeth, but the apparition in front of her was still there. Had she fallen asleep somewhere and was dreaming this? Had Jane made the lab explode and she was now in a coma, a very nice coma, where handsome super soldiers asked her out on not dates because she wasn’t interested? What planet was he living on? Not interested? Wait a minute…

“You like me?”

Bucky frowned at the disbelief in her voice.

“Well I wasn’t exactly subtle about Doll, I’ve been flirting with you for months.”

“You flirt with everyone….”

“No I don’t…”

“Yes, you do, Jessica in accounting was practically in your lap in the cafeteria last week.”

“I wasn’t flirting with her, she stopped to ask me the time.”

“Well, Tracy from acquisitions was feeling up your arm last month in the stairwell and you had your arms around her.”

“She nearly fell down the damn stairs in those stupid heels she wears, I caught her before she broke her neck.”

“But….. you like me?” she asked, quieter now, trying to work out if he meant it.

“Doll, you drive me outta my damn mind. You have to know you’re the prettiest dame in the state of New York. But you’re kind too, and funny and the way you smile makes me crazy.”

Darcy bit her lip hard to keep from grinning as her cheeks flushed red.

“So…. If I was interested… would this be a date?”

The smile he gave her was blinding and she couldn’t help but return it.

“Dinner and movie sure does sound like a date sweetheart.”

“I’ll get my coat.”

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“Then what happened?” Jane asks her demandingly.

“We went to dinner, had a blast and then we watched a movie together.”

“What movie?”

Darcy shrugs a little helplessly.

“I can’t remember.” She hisses.

Jane gives her a knowing look.

“Was the movie any good?” Jane tries again as Darcy feels her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“It was great.” Darcy crosses her arms defensively, then relents. “We had a great time not watching it together.” Jane squeals in glee and giggles.

“Did he do the thing?”

“What thi…. Oh, the thing!” Darcy smiles wildly and sighs with a mock swoon. “He was so smooth, full ten points for style and execution. The yawn and stretch in all it’s traditional perfection. But then I’m pretty sure he probably invented the move in the first place. He did it so well it wasn’t even cheesy.” In Darcy’s defence she had tried to roll her eyes when he’d pulled it off, but the wink and grin he gave her was so hot she had just went with it and snuggled in.

“So, are you seeing him again?”

“Yup, we’re going to have dinner tonight in my apartment and watch some Netflix.”

“Watch?”

“Shut up.”

Jane shakes her head in amusement, her eyes bright as Darcy potters off to her office.

When Steve had cornered her last week and told him about Bucky and his unrequited crush on Darcy she had been lost for words. Between the two of them they had plotted out the whole thing. Steve got the tower into lock-down so Bucky couldn’t go for his usual walk about. They had had movie posters in every advertising space in the building and she had paid Leona to break the telescope just in time to pull off her rather complicated science emergency. Getting Darcy to meet her in the common room before breaking the news to her had been timed down to the second so that Steve could make sure Barnes walked in at just the right moment. Neither of them would have appreciated her or Steve meddling so it had been more complicated than it had to be.

“Not bad Foster.” Jane nearly jumps out of her skin as Natasha appears beside her.

“I liked the touch with the dinner reservations, the table was in the best position to offer Barnes a comfortable line of sight.”

“They can never know.” Jane says seriously.

“Know what?” Natasha shrugs as she leaves, a tiny smirk at the corner of her mouth. It was good when a plan came together.

@captain-rogers-beard

#Watching a Movie #wintershock #Darcy/Bucky #Love All The Marvel Ships Challenge

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iscoliya · 6 years ago

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The Thunderbird’s Call - Chapter 2

“The Nagano realm and its capital, the city of Akagi, have been under the reign of the Sawamura dynasty for what is said to have been centuries by now. However, due to an unfortunate attack involving the next head of the family as well as the only heir to the throne, this period is likely to come to an end with the current king, Sawamura Eitoku…”

«chapter 1 || chapter 3» || read on AO3

Chris

He doesn’t know how much time passes as he drifts in and out of consciousness. Colours, voices, everything is a blur to him, dampened by the throbbing ache in his shoulder and head. Sometimes he imagines he hears his name, urgent calls of “Takigawa-san!”, but he can’t be sure. And even if he was, he might not have responded to being addressed, still too caught up in the horrific pictures replaying over and over in his mind; images of brutal murder and his comrades falling right before his very eyes one after another, struck down by arrows and cut open by gleaming swords. He swears he can still smell the metal-like tang of blood in the air as their dying screams echo in his ears. This time, when the darkness catches up to him once again, he welcomes it readily.

When he comes to at last, his body feels heavy and worn down although it is nothing compared to the excruciating white-hot pain from before. As his senses return to him slowly, he recognises a cool touch to his forehead and the pungent smell of herbs tickles his nose. The healing wing then, if the otherwise silent surroundings and the soft bedding underneath him are any indication. Immediately, his prior automatic tension evaporates completely.

“He is awake, Your Highness,” a hushed female voice lets him know that he isn’t alone in the room and he strains to open his eyes, though they wouldn’t cooperate just yet. The statement is succeeded by more murmuring that is too low for him to make out clearly before quiet steps seem to veer away from his spot. The sound of the door being slid shut is followed by another bout of silence. Willing his body under control, his eyelids blink open slowly to get used to the dim lighting in the room.

“Finally decided to wake up, Chris-senpai?”

Even though he should have known that it would not take long for the owner of that calm voice to seek him out, it still surprises him when he turns his head slightly and finds the young alpha sitting at his bedside.

“I believe I told you in the past to drop the honorific speech, Your Highness,” he replies softly and although his response wrenches a slight grin from his counterpart, it does nothing to hide his overall sombre expression. The tension that is clear on the prince’s features makes him appear a lot older than his actual age and the pallor of his skin as well as the slump in his shoulders betrays his exhausted state. Still, given the circumstances he has to commend his former disciple for his efforts to keep his composure upright.

“Still as adamant about the formalities as ever, I see.” If they both know that it is a rather weak attempt at his usual teasing, neither Chris nor Miyuki decide to bring it up. Almost instantly, his face turns serious once more. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I have been run over by our whole cavalry,” Chris admits with a rueful smile and just then starts to take stock of his body, especially the shoulder he knows might as well have been sliced off cleanly. The limb feels stiff and even with what he guesses are pain-dulling potions every effort to move it has him suppressing a pained groan. At the very least, considering the graveness of the wound, he should be grateful that he hasn’t lost his arm completely. However, some time needs to have passed since the incident for his injury to be treated this properly, and somehow he dreads the answer to his next question. “How long have I been asleep for?”

“Two weeks, give or take.” Miyuki’s thoughtful gaze lingers on the bandaged shoulder before returning to his. “You suffered from a bad inflammation and a fever, we weren’t sure if you would make it.” For those who know him closely, the solicitous shine in his eyes is all too evident. As bad as the situation is, some kind of gratefulness wells up in him at the thought.

“I apologize for making you worry about me. That being said,” he breaks off for a moment, contemplating on how to word his subsequent inquiry, while letting his eyes sweep over the rest of the room carefully. Several more futons were laid out but none of them occupied. “What about the rest of the party? To be honest, I cannot remember much after we were attacked.” At the way the other’s face falls, a feeling of dread overtakes him.

“Including General Kataoka, seven of our men were killed in the assault, we also lost two more to their injuries while they were being treated. Overall, only Miyauchi, Kusunoki and Azuma made it out completely unscathed, everyone else sustained minor injuries at the least.”

He has to close his eyes at the sudden wave of regret that crashes down him upon the brief report of their losses. Once more, he can see them all too clearly, scenes of the attack forever etched into his memories. Kadota Masaaki, who fell with three arrows in his chest. Endou Naoki, his throat sliced open like a bloody smile. Tanaka Shin, ran through over and over by an enemy’s sword. Yamaguchi Ken, who was the first to go, barely able to yell out a warning before he took an arrow to the head. The general– Why, he can’t help asking himself, even though he knows it’s pointless. Why was he the one to survive while so many others had to give their lives in such a cruel manner? Why–

“Chris.” The unusually soft tone of Miyuki’s voice rips him out of his self-deprecating musings, his expression sad and full of empathy. “What happened?”

Taking a deep breath, the alpha pulls himself together – now is not the time to be overly emotional. “We were just passing through Inashiro territory after completing the last part of our mission in Yura Sougou…”

The rain hadn’t stopped falling ever since they had crossed the border three days ago. Even though it didn’t slow them down by much seeing as their whole party was undertaking the journey on horseback, it was a pain to travel in cold and wet clothes, weighed down by their additional armour. However, even the weather couldn’t dampen the spirits of some of their members.

“Ah, as soon as we’re outta this shit rain an’ back in town I’mma find me someone to warm me up plenty!” It came as no big surprise that the loudest and crassest among them would be one Azuma Kiyokuni.

“Oi, Azuma, shouldn’t you maybe focus on losing a few pounds before talking like that? Are you sure there’s anyone willing to bed someone whose horse looks just about ready to keel over from exhaustion?” Bellowing laughter followed the comment from the back of their party while the alpha in question turned in his saddle to look for the perpetrator.

“Who said tha’?! Nobody makes fun of my charm point!”

“It’s true though, Azuma-san. Did you grow even larger compared to when we left?”

“Shut yer trap, Isashiki!”

“Remember when that omega kid challenged him and then managed to knock him flat on his ass? Man, that was great.”

“Ugah.”

“See? Even Masuko agrees!”

More laughter, barely interrupted by Azuma’s yells of “Damn brat jus’ got one lucky hit in!”.

Near the front of the party, Chris took the whole ruckus in stride with an indulgent smile.

“It is good to see them this lively, even after several weeks on the road,” he mentioned and turned to the man riding next to him, who registered his comment with a curt nod but nothing else.

The reaction caused a slight frown to cross his own features; not that it was too out of the ordinary for the general to appear as a man of few words, but ever since they had left their last destination he seemed to be even more brooding than usual. The whole thing was even more peculiar given that the last stop had been Yura Sougou, where Kataoka had had a private conversation with his former teacher and mentor, Sakaki Eijirou, the content of which he hadn’t disclosed to anyone, not even to Chris himself. Seeing as they had discussed everything regarding this mission between them up until now, the issue left him thoroughly confused. Steeling himself for either the silent treatment or a gruff rejection, he finally decides to approach what had his thoughts busy for the past few days.

“I trust that your talk with Sakaki-san went well?” His question is voiced in a low tone, barely audible among the noise created by those around them; as much as he would trust these men with his life, some topics could cause terrible results if picked up by the wrong ears.

Although his inquiry was met with silence, he decided to wait a little longer before throwing in the towel; after all, he was nothing but patient. And finally, when even he himself wouldn’t have expected an answer anymore, the general turned towards him, his eyes blazing with an unexpected intensity.

“As soon as we get back, I will call for a meeting with the King,” he began gravely, “Some delicate matters have been brought to my attention that need immediate action.” It was clear that he wouldn’t say any more on the issue in that moment, still Chris couldn’t help but wonder; what had the general so alarmed as to keep him from mentioning it anywhere else but the safety of the palace walls?

Mulling over the matter silently, he barely noted that they were exiting the treeline and starting their trek along the riverside, a stretch of steep cliffs to their left the only thing between them and the thundering stream far down below the ravine. It was one of the only parts of their route where they were this out in the open, since they tended to stick to woodland and less travelled paths so as to draw as little attention to them as was possible with an entourage of around twenty people.

A little ahead of them, Yamaguchi decided to brave the rocky trail first, his dappled charger prancing nervously while trying not to lose its footing. The sturdy soldier had his eyes set on the nearby woods, seemingly searching for something in the dense covert. Suddenly, Chris’ senses were tingling, and not in particularly good way.

“What is it, Yamaguchi?”

“I’m not sure, I thought– Somethin’s not right,” came the reply and not a moment later, an iron-tipped arrow embedded itself in the guard’s forehead with a sickening noise.

Within a split second, all hell broke loose.

More arrows came raining down upon them, and through the sound of horses neighing in panic and pain, he could just make out a bunch of men clad in dark garments and nondescript armour leaping at them with resolute war cries. Unsheathing his own sword, he readied himself for battle while the soldiers behind him dashed forward as quickly as the difficult terrain allowed to meet the oncoming enemies with yells of their own.

One of their opponents seemed to have set their sights on him, as he just barely evaded another missile aimed directly at his head before his horse buckled from underneath him with a pained cry and sent him sprawling on the ground. As soon as he had straightened up again, it was only thanks to his exceptional reflexes that he wasn’t cleaved in two right away. He parried the next blow aimed for his heart and thrust his sword into his adversary’s chest, taking no time to pull the now bloodied weapon out of the dying corpse in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the general fighting his way through the enemy lines, bellowing out encouragements to his men all the while. He didn’t have much time to ponder on the others’ fate, though, when he was faced with his next opponent soon enough. Skewering the man before him within seconds, he realised that they were still severely overpowered, the other side having the advantage of surprise and momentum on their side completely.

Feeling a familiar presence next to him, he only had a moment to turn and acknowledge Tanaka before a blood-red blade stuck out right from the other’s gut, vanishing before reappearing once, twice, thrice in different locations. His eyes wide open, his gaze was still fixated on Chris, while a bloody trickle made its way from his lips. With an enraged yell so uncharacteristic of himself, he made short work of the perpetrator and only when he had made sure that there was no imminent threat in his near vicinity did he take another look around.

Bodies were lining the ground, both friend and foe alike, and he felt positively sick when his view fell upon some of his comrades’ corpses. At last, his gaze met the backside of who he recognised as Miyauchi, who was too distracted with his own opponent to notice the two sneaking up on him from behind. Resolutely, he jumped into the breach and decapitated the first one before countering the other’s strike and averting what might have been a fatal hit. However, his balance was lost in the action and the next thing he knew, his adversary’s sword came sailing down at him again. In that moment, he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to evade the blow completely, so he grabbed at the other’s arm with the hand not grasping his own weapon, thus at least trying to slow the force of the hit.

White-hot pain travelled down the right side of his body and had he been able to think clearly, he would have bet everything on his arm having been severed right off. A dull scream reached his ears and only belatedly did he realise that it came from himself. As if in slow-motion, he fell backwards with the enemy right on top of him and even in his affected state of mind, he managed to push his sword into the other’s side. When he met the ground, he must have hit his head on a rock of some kind, because suddenly everything went black for a few moments. When he came to, it was with a heavy weight on his chest and he could only barely make out the grey sky through all the blurriness.

For a minute, all he could do was lie there, and only then did he feel the rain pouring onto his skin again and seemingly numbing everything in the process. Screams, weapons clashing and men dying; in that moment, everything felt incredibly far away to him. He had to blink his eyes into focus several times before realising what he was looking at. Right at the very edge of his vision, the general was battling three opponents at once, and even laced with wounds of his own he held himself upright and looked solid as a rock. Parrying one strike, slashing down one mercenary, then another, but in the next blink of an eye, the remaining two, grappling with each other just a moment before, were gone. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate, his brain just couldn’t make any sense of the situation, nor of the fact that all of a sudden, the enemy seemed to retreat.

What was left were a handful of their soldiers in various states of health, either staring after the fleeing forces helplessly or already tending to the wounded. However, before he could ponder the situation any longer, his body gave out at last and everything went black.

“So they waited for you to pass through that stretch before attacking,” Miyuki sums up the information he has just received. “That conforms to what the others could tell us so far. What bothers me is that they retreated right after General Kataoka fell. As if their main goal was to make sure that he was taken care of.”

“I had the same thought,” Chris admits while trying to get a little more comfortable. His head aches something fierce after retelling the details of the incident. “Did you find him?”

Something in the prince’s face hardens at that. “We did. Or rather, what was left of him.”

Whatever promise he had for his superior’s survival vanished in that instance. Although he hasn’t had much time to think about what happened yet, considering the other’s sheer indestructible nature and bullish character he has hoped–

“Are you certain it was him?” He just has to make sure.

“We found a corpse down in the ravine. Even though it was unrecognisable due to the fall, it had his statue and wore parts of his armour.” Miyuki shakes his head regretfully. “No one could have survived a tumble off that cliff, not with those crags awaiting them.”

He can’t say he has expected anything else, really. Deep down, in that moment on the battlefield when he had lost sight of the imposing figure, he knew. Still…

“We held the funeral four days ago.” For a moment, the other’s features turn indiscernibly soft. “I’m sorry you couldn’t attend it.”

“Thanks to the healers, I will have time to mourn,” Chris objects, shutting that part of him away for now. “But we have other things to worry about right now.”

The prince nods his head, his face again a blank mask of determination. “Father has called for a War Council to be held, but he wanted to await what more you could tell us. If the General did indeed learn something of such importance that it would get him killed, we might be in even bigger trouble than we thought. It doesn’t help that we couldn’t figure out who sent the attackers and that it happened on Inashiro territory.”

“What do you have in mind?” he inquires, seeing as his counterpart has that air around him, like he is deep in thought and just about to figure something out.

However, before either of them can resume their conversation, they are interrupted by yelling outside, something akin to “You can’t go in there!” right as the door is thrown open and a person barrels their way towards him. Immediately, he is on high alert and ready to defend himself in case of another attack, but that urge disappears as quickly as it came when at the next second he finds himself enveloped by a crushing hug.

“Chris-senpai!”

Ah, that answers that question; there is only one person who would, one, be stupid enough to enter the healing wing with the attendants’ explicit prohibition, and two, wail his name in that high-pitched voice caught somewhere between exhilaration and worship. Despite the ache in his shoulder at the contact, he can’t help smiling affectionately. Miyuki doesn’t seem to share the sentiment, since the perpetrator is pulled away from him after another second.

“Stupid, you’re aggravating his injury!”

It is almost comical how quickly those joyful features turn remorseful almost instantly. Still in the alpha’s grasp, he bows down deeply.

“This lowly omega apologises for hurting you, Chris-senpai!” When he straightens back up, he already wears his puppy-like expression once more. “But I had to visit as soon as I got the news that you’re going to be okay!”

“It is quite alright, Eijun,” Chris placates him and if the other had a tail, it might as well have been wagging ecstatically. “My wounds will take a little longer to heal, but I will be fine again in no time.” Before the younger can start to rant anew or pester his role model with questions, Miyuki decides to intervene, though not without a soft expression of his own.

“Baka, you’re disturbing his sleep. And I bet you’re ditching your lessons right now.”

A guilty look tells them that his assumption is spot-on, though not surprising to any of them. And despite his usually tenacious attitude once he has set his sight on something, the previous warning seems to have done the trick. Wiggling out of the prince’s hold, he bows in a right angle once again.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you, Chris-senpai! I hope you recover soon and shall resume my duties now!” And out of the door like a whirlwind he goes again. In his wake, Miyuki heaves a deep sigh.

“That idiot, always causing trouble,” he muses, but no insult could lessen the affection Chris can see in his eyes clear as day; honestly, who were those two even fooling. “That being said, you really should rest now, you’ve only just woken up.” As he stands and makes to leave, Chris calls him back one more time.

“Send a messenger to Yura Sougou, maybe Sakaki-san can shed more light on what this is all about.”

“Will do, thanks Chris-senpai.”

He foregoes admonishing the other again and after his exit, even in the henceforth silence of the room, he knows that sleep won’t come easily.

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Eijun

To say that Eijun is in a bad mood would be a huge understatement. The funeral of the general and the other soldiers, some of whom he knew personally, has been a bleak affair and the mood throughout the palace dark and serious ever since. Accordingly, it comes as no surprise that barely anyone is up for training these days or does so only half-heartedly. After the first time he crashed into Chris-senpai’s room in the healing wing, he hasn’t been allowed to visit the other either; something about him disturbing the patient’s rest with his attitude and overall demeanour. Additionally, his dreams have been acting up yet again, shaking him up almost every night without making any more sense than before.

The greatest loss, however much he would deny it, is Kazuya; as it is, he barely sees him at mealtimes, the other too caught up in whatever is going on behind closed doors, meetings, official talks and the likes and even when he passes him in the corridors, he seems broody and less inclined for their usual banter. Gosh, he never thought he would see the day he misses Miyuki Kazuya snarking at and teasing him.

The only upside is that his best friend has just finished his heat and thus has time to spare again; although his understanding of spending time together does not necessarily include this.

“Harucchi, can’t we just–“

“Eijun-kun, no.”

“You didn’t even know what I was going to say!”

“Let me guess, you would propose that we bail on our lessons and instead sneak out into the city.”

“So you do understand me!”

Haruichi heaves an exasperated sigh at that and shoots him a stern glance. Damn, ever since he cut his bangs, his glare is downright terrifying.

“You know Mine-san isn’t going to let you down easily if you cut classes again,” he admonishes and Eijun feels himself getting just that tiny bit smaller.

It’s true, in the past he didn’t exactly earn himself the reputation of being overly diligent with his studies, but he can’t help it; with their teacher droning on and on about the history of Seidou, the Western and Eastern forces, trade alliances and peace agreements, he just doesn’t get why he has to know all this stuff. It’s not like he is ever going to be someone important, like a prince for example, so there’s no need for him to learn the name of every village and settlement under their and their allies’ protection, is there? Therefore, his time would be much better spent doing some exploring, out there where real life was happening. Talking to the people of the kingdom, seeing how and where they lived; why couldn’t anyone else see the fascination in these normal day-to-day matters instead of sitting in an ivory tower and learning about times long past?

However, Haruichi isn’t one to be deterred easily, and so he lets himself be dragged towards their usual study chamber, where their teacher is already waiting for them. Mine Fujio is someone Eijun could come to admire if it wasn’t for his – in his eyes – boring lectures; having travelled all over the country in his youth, he has dedicated himself to recording his findings and by now is a well-known scholar with many a book published under his name. He has been teaching at the palace for about ten years now and during this time has become well accustomed to Eijun’s quirks and excuses. Sometimes, he would let him off rather easily, as he seemed to be fond of the young omega in his own way, but on other occasions the compensatory workload is positively brutal. Thus, if he can help it, he really doesn’t want to add even more tasks on top of his daily regimen.

“Today I would like to start off with some political basics,” he begins and Eijun can’t quite keep a low groan to himself, which gains him a definitely unimpressed sideways glance.

“But Mine-san, we’ve talked about the Eastern realm like a thousand times already!”

The Eastern realm denominates a confederation of several autonomous kingdoms, in a way similar to their own league with the houses of Inashiro, Ichidaisan and Yakushi. The majority of its forces is made up of the realms of Teito, Seikou, Oya and Ugumori as well as smaller villages. Seeing as their territories are located right next to their own Eastern border, tensions have tended to arise more often than not in the past. As of late, there have been efforts towards a joint economical and military pact between the Western and Eastern countries; however, negotiations have turned out to be arduous due to partly large differences in opinion and requirements. Due to the strategic nature of the two realms’ relations, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that their lessons have covered this particular topic in abundance.

“If you could actually keep the things I teach you in mind, we would not have to repeat them this often, Eijun-kun. And if you had let me finish, you would have known that that is not what we are going to talk about this time,” he admonishes patiently while opening a map showing a whole other stretch of lands than expected. “Today’s topic is the Northern Alliance.”

At that, he perks up instantly; despite the common assumption that he is lazy and at times plain dumb when it comes to studying, he actually likes learning about new territories and cultures, he just isn’t overly fond of memorising year dates and names of ‘important’ people. Honestly, who even has the brain capacity to remember all that stuff? Besides Haruichi, that is. The only question remaining would be why their lecturer seems so keen on talking about the North now when he has always left out that particular topic before. Of course, it may have something to do with the current political situation, but as omegas of the court, sadly they weren’t privy to much information in that regard.

“The main forces behind the Northern Alliance are the realms of Gunma and Nagano,” Mine explains while pointing out the location of the two kingdoms on the map. “Little is known about life there, as the people tend to be very conservative and reclusive, at least in the face of the Western and Eastern realms. In fact, there have been several attempts to strike up an agreement with the Alliance’s leaders, but so far they have decided to refrain from having anything to do with whom they perceive as outsiders.”

“Have you ever visited the northern territories, Mine-san?” Haruichi raises his soft voice in an unusual bout of active participation. The beta nods at his question.

“I have, back during a time when the leaders were not as distrustful as they appear to be now. The only ally they seem to be in close contact with nowadays is the kingdom of Hokkaidou, an island all the way up in the countryside.”

“That’s where Furuya moved to!” Eijun interjects immediately, recognising the province’s name at once. A familiar feeling of joy fills him when thinking of one of his best friends growing up, whom he hasn’t seen in about two years now. After the death of his grandfather, the only relative he had around these parts, the young beta had had to move back up north to where his remaining family members lived. Hearing about the strained relationship between the northern realms and theirs shoots a small pang through his heart; as inseparable as the three of them – him, Haruichi and Satoru – were during their childhood and youth days, as unlikely does the possibility to one day see each other again sound now.

“Now, do not look so glum, Eijun-kun,” Mine seems to have read this thoughts correctly, “There are groups of merchants and envoys passing through our lands every now and then, though the distance is admittedly a large one.” He clears his throat curtly. “Back to the actual topic.”

What follows is a rough recollection of general customs and beliefs Northeners seem to hold, from how their convictions are more in tune with nature than their own, to a more pronounced equality between the dynamics in terms of positions and duties. As opposed to the usual lessons, Eijun soaks it all in greedily; there’s this unexplainable feeling in him that all of this is somehow crucial information he should gain as much knowledge of as is possible. At last, after another hour, the lecture turns towards the political leaders.

Out of nowhere, a flash of pain thunders through Eijun’s mind, his head feeling as if being split in two. Gritting his teeth, he can barely suppress a pained gasp from escaping him at the unexpected sensation; what the hell? Although he still attempts to listen, he can hardly pay attention to Mine going an about Gunma’s principal city Hakuryuu and the relatively newly established Mima family’s lineage. The more he tries, the more it seems like his head wants to implode from some part deep within, and he has to rest his forehead in his palm for a while in order not to throw up.

“Are you alright, Eijun-kun?” Of course Haruichi, ever the observant one, would notice that something is amiss. However, he doesn’t want to worry his friend, so he forces a slight grin to come forward.

“I’m fine, just a headache.”

Though the other doesn’t seem to believe him completely, Eijun is thankful that he lets it go for the time being. And for the rest of the lesson, as their teacher continues to talk about military pacts and strategies, he can only ponder one thought;

What is going on?

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Stanuary ‘19 - Week Four: Comfort

Here I am, on the last day of January, posting my last Stanuary ficlet. I went with the same AU as I did for Week Three - my own version of the Reverse Portal AU. So here’s Ford and Stan talking about Things. Enjoy.

Ford brought two glasses over to the table. One was a mug patterned with frogs, and the other was a glass tumbler with amber-colored liquid. Stan picked the mug up and sniffed it.

“Chamomile tea?” he asked, setting the mug down. Ford took a seat across from him.

“You recognize it?” Ford asked. Stan shrugged.

“Smelled it enough times.” Stan nudged the mug away from him. “Angie likes it. But I don’t drink that crap.” He eyed Ford. “Thought you knew that.”

“I did.” Ford nodded at the glass tumbler. “I brought you whiskey as well.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Stan said. He picked the glass up and took a swig. “Smooth.” He set the glass down. “Why’d you bring the chamomile, if you knew I wouldn’t drink it?”

“So that I could tell Angie I offered it to you before I offered you alcohol.”

“Yeah, she keeps tryin’ to get me to drink it. Somethin’ about it helpin’ with anxiety.”

“Yes. She instructed me to offer you herbal remedies before alcoholic ones.”

“Why not lie? You’re halfway decent at that.”

“She’s gotten remarkably good at telling when I’m lying.”

“Heh. Good fer her.” Stan took another swig. “Anyways, you can hit the road, Sixer. I’m fine now.”

“I’m not leaving you alone,” Ford said firmly. Stan scowled. “That was one of the worst flashbacks you’ve had.”

“That you’ve seen,” Stan muttered under his breath. Ford frowned. “I’m not helping my case, am I?”

“Not one whit.”

“Great. Now I’m never gonna get you to leave.”

“Not until I feel you’ve calmed down enough,” Ford said. He looked around. “Where’s the dog?”

“I’m not gonna hug the therapy dog, Ford. I don’t need it,” Stan said grumpily, staring down at the ring of moisture left by his glass. Ford steepled his fingers. “…Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

“You and Angie really are quite the match.”

“Thanks?”

“She said the exact same thing when Lute first brought the dog home,” Ford said. Stan looked up from his whiskey, surprised. “Whenever anyone tried to help her, she fought it. Every step of the way.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Ford sighed. “It was quite aggravating. Her pride was keeping her from getting better.”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doin’,” Stan said in a warning tone. He glanced away. “But, uh, how’d you get her to accept help, then?”

“By reminding her that if she wouldn’t get better for herself, she should at least do so for her children. Particularly her young sons.”

“…Right,” Stan mumbled. “The young sons.” He scratched his nose. “You’re not gonna try to pull that sort of thing on me, too, are ya? Say that the boys need me to stop havin’ flashbacks or whatever?” Ford opened his mouth. “‘Cause it wouldn’t work. The boys don’t need me at all. They’ve made that very clear.”

“What about the girls?” Ford asked. Stan looked down guiltily. “Danny and Daisy want to reconnect with you, but it’s difficult for them to do so if they’re simultaneously worried you’ll fall apart in front of them.”

“I won’t fall apart in front of ‘em.”

“That’s easier to say than do. Or do you not recall anything that’s happened since you came back?”

“No. I remember,” Stan mumbled reluctantly. He sighed. “Fine. What’s yer big answer then?”

“Answer to what?”

“How I stop my daughters from bein’ worried about me.”

“I…” Ford chewed on his lip. “I don’t have an answer to that question, Stanley.”

“Then why’d you stop by while everyone else was outta the house?”

“To talk to you. I haven’t gotten much of an opportunity to spend time alone with you since your return.”

“I’m still good at sniffin’ out lies,” Stan said flatly. “That’s not the only reason.”

“…No, it’s not.” Ford clasped his hands around the mug of chamomile tea. “Look, you’ve refused to talk to anyone about your problems or even admit they exist! Your own wife has only heard bits and pieces.” Stan rolled his eyes.

“Lemme guess. Angie sent out the Bat Signal, when she couldn’t get me to drink the weird plant water she got into while I was gone?” Stan asked. Ford silently raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I see you continue to have the habit of attempting to make a situation seem less serious than it is,” Ford said. “It’s harmful, you know. And not just to yourself.” Stan squinted at him.

“When Angie went to a shrink, did she drag you there, too?”

“That’s beside the point,” Ford said shortly. “The point is that you’re trying to ameliorate the situation by merely phrasing it differently. Stop it.”

“Which one of the McGuckets got to ya? Fidds?”

“I’m not joking,” Ford said, his voice firm. After a moment, Stan’s shoulders slumped.

“Shit’s bad, Sixer. Real bad. I went through hell and back. And so did the family that I left behind when I went through that damn portal. So, no, I haven’t been drinkin’ the plant water that Angie says will help me sleep, and I haven’t been tellin’ my kids what happened to my arm. They’ve got their own problems. Problems that I caused by bein’ gone for so long. I can’t dump more on ‘em.” Stan roughly brushed away the tears threatening to fall. “That what you wanted to hear?” he asked. His voice broke.

“No, it’s not,” Ford said after a moment.

“Dick.”

“No, it’s-” Ford rubbed his forehead. “It’s not what I wanted to hear, because you blamed yourself for my actions.”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t choose to go through the portal. You were trying to talk me down, but I refused to listen, and-” Ford cut himself off. “Don’t blame yourself. I was the one who got involved with a demon, I was the one who built the portal, I was the one who pushed you. Nothing that happened was your fault.”

“Jesus, Ford, don’t take all the blame,” Stan said. He cracked a wry grin. “Even if you’ve got a point. Speakin’ from experience, it’s not fun.”

“I-” Ford managed a small smile himself. “Fair enough.”

“I don’t hold what happened against you. You brought me back.”

“I had to. Your wife and children needed you,” Ford said. Stan nodded silently. “Speaking of them…I know for a fact that keeping your problems bottled up is hurting them more than if you were open.”

“You know that for a fact, huh?”

“Given that Angie told me as such, yes, I do. You should talk to them.”

“You really did go to therapy, if yer actually in favor of talkin’ to people about feelin’s and shit like that,” Stan muttered. Ford chuckled softly.

“No, it was the repeated scolding sessions from Fiddleford and Angie that eventually got through to me in that regard.” Stan snorted.

“Yeah, that’ll do it.” He rubbed his neck uncertainly. “Look. I don’t wanna talk to my kids about any of the shit I went through. I won’t do it. But I- if Angie’s frustrated enough with my radio silence that she’s recruiting help, I’ll- I’ll start answerin’ some of her questions.” A relieved expression broke across Ford’s face.

“Good.”

“I’m not gonna drink herbal tea, though. I mean it. That stuff’s nasty.”

“I’m not fond of it, either.” Ford drummed the table with his fingers. “I know that I only just got you to agree to talk to Angie, someone with whom you have an uncomplicated relationship, free of blowout arguments, but-”

“You wanna talk to me,” Stan interrupted. Ford nodded. “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Wonderful. I have a lot of questions.”

“Are they about the shit I went through or the aliens I saw?”

“Both.”

“That sounds about right.”

“First, I wanted an answer to the question I asked you when you first got back.” Ford leaned a bit closer. “What happened to your arm?” Stan downed the rest of his drink.

“I’ll tell you, but only if you pour me another glass.”

#Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Reverse Portal Stanley McGucket AU #Stanuary #ficlet #my writing #speecher speaks

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BakuKiriKami Week Day2

Day 2 - Hanging out / Fighting together / Bakusquad

A/N: I was supposed to have it posted earlier but I’m in a rly bad mood recently, so I don’t know if i’ll manage to do all the prompts :/ I started writing day 5 tho. Fun fact: Michael in the bathroom went on when I started writing this, thats why

Ship: Bakugou/Kaminari/Kirishima from BNHA, duh | Rating: T bc ‘fuck’ | Wordcount: 2310 because i love writing domestic scenes

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The Morning After

The bathroom tiles were cold under his bare feet. He wasn’t sure at which point had he lost his socks but lying in a bathtub seemed like a bigger concern anyway. His back was all sore from the hard surface and weird position he was in.

Near his feet, propped up against the bathroom wall, there was another pair of feet. He looked to the side trying to emerge from the foggy haze of his mind and maybe remember how he got there.

Next to him his buddy Sero was splayed in all the glory of his long, tangled limbs. Between them lied two empty cans of beer. He checked himself for any damage and when didn’t find any, braced himself intending to get up.

He stopped mid-movement when the doors to the bathroom opened. Something cracked unpleasantly in his neck when he turned around in its direction.

‘Denki, idiot, I’ve been looking for you.’ Bakugou hissed, entering the bathroom. He was usually the one to drink the least but he kept his voice quiet and soft. Kaminari liked to believe it was because he was a caring friend even if he wouldn’t admit it himself. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah’ Kaminari nodded, his voice raspy and unpleasant. He tried clearing his throat. ‘Help me get out of here though?’ He asked but Bakugou was already near him intending to do so anyway. The empty cans clattered against the hard bathtub surface, making Sero stir in his sleep, when Bakugou lifted Kaminari with no effort and put him back on his feet, a supportive hand on the small of his back.

‘Can you open the doors for me?’ he asked softly in case Denki was more hangover than he looked. He wasn’t going to leave any losers in the bathtub so after making sure his boyfriend wasn’t going to kiss the bathroom floor anytime soon he grabbed Sero to haul him up.

Kaminari felt a sudden surge of affection towards his soft spoken, reluctantly caring man. He leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. ‘Sure babe.’

Bakugou grumbled something under his breath but when he was passing by Denki holding the doors for him, he leaned in for another one. Kaminari happily skipped behind him, following him to the living room.

Their couch was unfolded into a spacious bed where Kirishima was snoring with Mina drooling on his t-shirt. Kaminari snickered at the sight while Bakugou dropped Sero next to them with all the delicacy he could muster. Then he dropped a pillow on Kirishima’s face to muffle the snoring, and grabbed Kaminari’s hand to pull him into the kitchen.

He didn’t let go when he asked ��Coffee?’ He didn’t let go when he was grabbing mugs from the cupboard or turning on the coffee machine. When he set it on and all there was to do was wait for the coffee, he pulled him in to nuzzle into his neck with a sigh. Kaminari winded his arms around him, rubbing circles onto his back. They both were in their clothes from the night before, tired and not caring about changing or cleaning up for now. It was soft and sleepy in their little kitchen, save for the sound of coffee dripping into a pot.

‘Whaddya want for breakfast?’ Katsuki murmured into his skin, tickling his neck. Kaminari hummed in thought.

‘Fries.’

‘It’s not breakfast.’ Bakugou snapped back. Kaminari pouted although he couldn’t see it.

‘Pancakes?’

‘Do we even have any maple syrup left?’

‘If Kiri haven’t drank it.’ They both chuckled.

Katsuki pulled back to kiss him despite his protest. He was quick to melt into the kiss which made Katsuki smile into his mouth. They kissed lazily for a while, until the coffee machine signaled the coffee was ready. Then they pulled away with a quiet smack. Kaminari licked his lips, the motion followed by Katsuki’s gaze.

‘I need coffee’ he explained somewhat apologetic, before giving him a last quick peck and untangling from his embrace.

But Bakugou wasn’t having it. With a soft growl he pulled him back by his hips and planted one last slow kiss on his lips. Kaminari chuckled into it. He liked when Katsuki was getting reluctantly affectionate. Especially in the mornings.

Bakugou started making pancakes while Kaminari poured them both coffee. Black and sugary for Katsuki and with cream for himself. He leaned on the counter watching his boyfriend work on their breakfast knowing that if he sits down he may risk dozing off again.

The smell of caffeine slipped from beneath the kitchen doors, emerging further into their apartment, into the living room and around their friends sleeping there. Coffee was a magical thing that always managed to make their redhead boyfriend get up when they couldn’t. This time was no different; when the door opened they revealed a sleepy Kirishima whose face immediately lit up at the sight of his boyfriends. He quietly closed the door behind him, eyeing hungrily the mug in Kaminari’s hand.

‘Hi’ he murmured to him, immediately latching onto his mouth and making Kaminari let out a stifled groan. He held the mug further away so he wouldn’t spill it on them, while his other hand rested on his boyfriend’s hip. Then in a blink of an eye Kirishima was gone and so was his coffee, now clutched between redhead’s greedy hands and being hungrily gulped down.

‘Hey!’ he yelped but Kirishima hid himself on the other side of the table so he couldn’t reach and smiled at him teasingly from there. His soaked in drool t-shirt was gone, leaving his admirable pecs on display. His hair was in utter disarray, sticking up here, flat over there. Kaminari wanted him back between his arms.

‘You two behave, I don’t want them awake before I have enough pancakes for everyone.’ Bakugou growled from his place at the stove. Kirishima took it as his cue to give him some attention. He put the coffee on the table, from where Kaminari snatched it away immediately, and approached his other boyfriend from behind.

‘Good mornin', Blasty’ he murmured into the nape of his neck, looping his strong arms around his stomach, smelling him and the first batch of pancakes he was working on.

‘Mornin’’ He tore a piece of one of them and reached to his shoulder, where Kirishima was quick to catch it. Bakugou leaned into his chest.

‘So good.’ Eijirou sighed, peppering his neck and visible shoulder with little kisses. To his right Kaminari made himself another coffee. Kirishima’s coffee preference was drinking theirs so it was no use to make him his own. When Bakugou reluctantly nudged him out of the way, redhead grabbed his grenade mug to sip a bit of his black coffee. Then he stretched with a sigh, both of his boyfriend’s eyes on him, and announced he needs to shower. ‘Anyone?’ he looked at them playfully. Kaminari slapped him on the hip.

‘We have guests dum-dum.’

‘I’m just joking’ he giggled jumping out of his reach and left the kitchen. Kaminari proceeded to prepare the table and Bakugou kept adding to his pancake tower.

Their banter didn’t go unnoticed as soon after he left Mina entered the kitchen with a yawn and a soft ‘Hello’, Sero tailing after her with pained expression.

‘I smell coffee’ she commented, sniffing the air and eyeing the mug in Kaminari’s hand, who brought it closer to his chest protectively and then moved aside revealing the still half full coffee pot behind him. She cheered and raided the cupboard to find herself a mug.

Meanwhile Sero slumped on a chair almost putting his head in one of the plates. ‘Do you guys have yerba?’

‘Yeah, I’ll make you some just get your damn hair out of my plate.’ Katsuki appeared above him, swatting his head away from the table. He put down a plate full of pancakes. ‘Eat up fuckers and get outta my house.’

‘Me too?’ Kaminari quirked his eyebrow while Mina sat down with her coffee and grabbed a plate to load it with pancakes.

‘It’s your house too, moron.’

‘We’re not going anywhere.’ Mina piped up after swallowing a bite of syrup covered pancakes. (Turned out Kirishima drank only half of the bottle.) ‘We gotta burn the pancake calories in the Just Dance dance off.’

‘Just don’t eat the pancakes you ungrateful fuck.’ Bakugou growled, putting a yerba mate gourd in front of Sero. He thanked him, and took a long sip.

‘Katsuki, your pancakes are too good, we both know this.’ Ashido pointed an accusatory fork at him.

‘It’s just a ploy to make you fat and slow you down.’ Bakugou shrugged.

‘Just take the fucking compliment, dude!’

‘Well, thank you for being so easy to please!’

‘Ugh!’ She threw her hands in the air, while the other two listening to them snickered. Kaminari finally sat down between his friends. That’s when Kirishima decided to join them, hair damp, sweatpants and a tank top thrown on.

‘Did I miss something?’ He asked, settling on the last vacant seat.

‘Just alien face not wanting to admit she wants to crush us in her stupid game.’

‘Babe. Like you’re one to talk.’

‘You sound like you don’t want to eat.’ Bakugou looked at him threateningly. Kirishima put up his hands in defeat then motioned to zip his lips shut.

When Sero was halfway through his yerba he mused out loud. ‘We can’t just go jumping right after breakfast.’

‘What do u suggest?’ Kaminari piped up, hopeful. He wasn’t looking forward to it neither. Especially that Bakugou was getting too intense every time they played Just Dance with Mina. Kaminari was quite good at it himself, while Bakugou always got frustrated he couldn’t beat the game through sheer willpower itself.

‘We could watch a movie?’

Everyone at the table groaned. From their movie watching experience they knew it took at least half an hour to settle on a movie everyone would want to watch.

Bakugou turned off the stove, put the last pancakes on the plate, and motioned Kirishima to make room on his lap.

‘We can just roll a fucking dice, you know.’ He suggested, starting on Kirishima’s half eaten pancake while the redhead leaned on his back, arms around his middle.

‘That’s… actually a good idea?’ Kaminari grinned from in front of them, nudging one of his boyfriend’s legs with his foot. He didn’t know which one. ‘Lemme go grab a dice.’ He announced and left the kitchen to go rummage through their board game boxes.

‘Since when are you such a good mediator, Baku?’ Sero tilted his head, his hair now pulled back in a short ponytail with a hair band borrowed from Kirishima.

‘Since I started dating two dumbasses I guess.’ Bakugou shrugged, feeding Kirishima his own pancake above his arm. It didn’t look comfortable, but it worked.

‘Got it!’ Kaminari came back victorious with a yellow dice.

They took their turns rolling, Sero groaning when he got a one while everyone else let out a sigh of relief. Last time he choose a movie they ended up watching some foreign indie horror about creepy bunny Jesus. Kirishima rolled a five and when nobody beat it he whooped in victory.

‘So, what are we watching?’ Nudged him Mina. Nobody really minded his victory, because Kirishima’s movie taste was more or less like him. Loveable by everyone. He hummed in thought.

‘Uh, would you rather watch a gay movie or an old British comedy?’

‘That’s a tough one.’ Bakugou rolled his eyes.

‘The British one.’

‘Everyone who is against Sero’s choice hand up.’

Kirishima raised Bakugou’s hand for good measure, even though the gay movie would win anyway.

‘Alex Strangelove it is!’ Kirishima cheered. ‘Last time I tried to watch it somebody kept distracting me.’ He narrowed his eyes at said someone. Kaminari shrugged with an innocent smile.

‘Sorry I’m so distracting honey.’

‘Guys don’t be gross.’ Mina made a face of disgust, badly hiding her fond smile.

‘You’re gross.’ Bakugou retorted stuffing his face with pancakes.

‘Yes, yes, now let me go I’m gonna turn on Netflix, maybe check for some chips.’ Kirishima patted his boyfriend’s hips but he didn’t budge.

‘No. You’re comfy.’

‘You can sit on my lap?’ Kaminari offered.

‘You’re bony, no thanks.’ Bakugou squinted at the idea.

‘…I can sit on your lap?’ He tried again. Bakugou was silent for a couple of seconds. Sero was biting back a laugh.

‘You can go, Ei.’

Eijirou laughed, pecking him on the cheek and letting him go. Then he grabbed one of the few pancakes left and went to the living room, from where they heard the signature Netflix sound. Meanwhile Kaminari skipped around the table to settle on Bakugou’s lap with a sigh, leaning onto his broad chest. Bakugou let him for a while, and then nudged him on the side.

‘Turn around I want to eat.’

Kaminari did as he was told, looping his arm around his boyfriend’s neck and leaning on his shoulder, so he could finish his breakfast. He motioned Ashido to hand him his mug and he sipped the remaining coffee.

Ashido and Sero gathered the dishes and started cleaning them up together, Kaminari navigating them through the drawers and cupboards when they didn’t know where to find something or where to put something back. Then Sero found some popcorn and went on to prepare a big bowl of it.

‘Are we watching on the couch or on the floor?’ Kirishima yelled from the living room. The four looked at each other.

‘Floor.’

‘Yeah.’

‘I’m taking the couch, fuck you.’

‘You’ll miss on the cuddles, you know.’ Reminded him Kaminari, pinching Katsuki’s cheek. Mina took their empty dishes to finish cleaning up. Bakugou growled, looping his arms around him.

‘Fine.’

‘Floor!’ Kaminari yelled back.

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