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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 2 years ago

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Tank Top vs Crop Top

Summary: Peter 1 and 3 both end up in a Lee mood and in their special shirts. Without Peter 2 home, the two decide to have a tickle battle over which is better. Tank top or crop top.

Three walked downstairs to the living room. Today of all days, he had to be in the worst Lee mood ever. Ever since waking up in the morning, all he could think about was tickles.

He tried to keep it hidden and just watch any tickle gifs he could find, but that just made the Lee mood worse!

Finally, by the afternoon, he had had it. He knew One was downstairs so he put on his crop top and was on the way to Bug his younger brother into tickling him.

"Hey Pete," Three sang. "Are you down here? I'm b---."

The middle brother stopped dead in his tracks. The youngest was on the couch watching videos on his phone . . . and wearing the tank top.

The one Peter 2 had give to him for Lee moods just like the crop top he had given to Peter 3.

The youngest's eyes widened when he saw his older brother. "You too!"

Three made his way over and plopped down on the couch. "Guess we're both having rough days huh?"

"You have no idea," the youngest groaned. "It's been like this---."

"All morning."

One turned wide eyed to Peter 3. "Yeah! I tried---."

"Watching tickle gifs."

"Yes but---."

"Nothing seems to be working."

"Instead they---."

"Only made it worse."

Peter 1 leaned his head back in exasperation. "And Two won't be back until later."

Three scratched the top of his head. Two Spidermen alone in bad Lee moods. This was a bad combination.

The taller Spiderman sat up a little more. He had an idea to let both of them get tickles.

Peter 1 turned to him. "What?"

A slow smile spread across Peter 3's lips. He turned to the youngest. "Hey One, why did you choose a tank top for Lee moods?"

One's eyebrows furrowed together. "Well. . . I guess---having your most tick---ticklish area expohosed makes things more fun? Also because t-theheres easy access toho . . . my neck?"

Three smirked. "Awww."

"Hey!" The youngest exclaimed while blushing bright red. "Why did you choose a crop top?"

"Similar reheasons. You know where my favorite spot to be t---tihickled is so I . . . like to expose it."

"That makes sense. B-but why ahask?"

"Because," Three replied as he scooted closer. "I think crop tops are better than tank tops."

The youngest's face turn to one of pure shock. "N-no! They're nohot! Tank tops are way better!"

The middle brother grinned. "But why? You can only expose a few spots," Three teased while wiggling a finger into the youngest's neck. "Like here."

One squeaked as a giant grin lit up his face. He absolutely melted into the gentle touch.

"Or here," Three added while switching to his armpit. "If you were in a bad mood, why not expose more spots?"

One's face was dark red at the comment. "Ihi dohont knohow!"

Three pushed farther by adding his other hand into the tickle mix. "Yohou don't know!"

One squealed in response.

"Are you sure you're not just hopihing I'll figure it out ohon my own."

The youngest squeaked loudly, but couldn't bring himself to answer.

The middle brother removed his hands with a chuckle. "Yohou're so goofy."

The youngest pouted at the sudden stop in tickles, but then he got a good look at Three's face. Three was blushing hard and kept looking over at One.

"Oooh! I gehet it!"

"Whahat?"

Peter 1 smirked. "Whyhy aha crohop tohop though?" He began to scribble a hand into his older brother's stomach. "Yehes you sh-shohow more spohots, but dohon't yohour otheher spohots get cold whihile thehey wahait?"

Three laughed and melted into the touch. His ears turned the same red color as his face.

One grinned. "Youhuor t-tuhummy is freehezing!" He quickly scribbled up to Three's ribs. "Soho are youhour rihibs!"

Peter Three's laughter picked up as he curled inward.

"Aww, loohok ahat thehe roholly poholly!"

The middle brother turned and reached toward his younger brother, aiming for whatever spot he could find. "Youhou turn inhito one tooho!"

For a while, the two younger brothers went back and forth with each other. Each found a new reason why their piece of clothing was better than the others.

"You have too many fun spots to choose from!"

"You are more easily exposed to nibbles and whispers!"

"Yours makes it too easy to sneak under!"

"Yours makes it too easy for my hands to get stuck in one of your tickle spots!"

At one point, Three tackled the youngest to the couch as he attacked him. He slowly started to pull the youngest's tank top up. "Yours makes it too easy to build anticipation!"

One squealed loudly as he wriggled from his position on the couch. "Nohot thehere! Nohot thehere!"

The middle brother smirked as he snuck a finger into One's belly button. "Sehee? Toho eheasy!"

The youngest let out the loudest squeal yet. From his position on the couch, he managed to get one hand behind Peter 3. "YOHOURS MAHAKES IHIT TOHO HARD . . . TOHOO WAHATCH YOUHOUR BAHACK!"

The next instant, Three felt fingers scurry across his back. "Ahh! Nahat thehere!"

The youngest furrowed his eyebrows together. "WHAHAT?"

Peter 3 stilled his finger as he laughed from the fingers scurrying up to his shoulder blades. "Aha jeheheherk!"

One waved his hand back and forth behind Three. "H-hohow . . ."

The fingers on Three's back moved in time with his hand. One managed to pull his hand back down and the fingers at Peter 3's back disappeared.

He smirked down at his younger brother. "Yohours mahakes ihit mohore fuhun toho gihive rahaspbeherries!"

Three's head dipped down and he started blowing raspberries into the youngest's stomach.

"WAHAIT! IHI DIHIDNT DOHO ANYHYTHIHING!"

One didn't mind the raspberries. They were always fun! He was just confused why Three thought it was him tickling his back when his hand hadn't even been touching it. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a finger wiggle underneath his toes.

"AHHHHHHAHA! THEHREEHEE!"

Three lifted his head. "Yehes?"

The next instant, Three's eyebrows knitted together. The youngest was still cackling his head off and Three wasn't even tickling him.

"Yohou gohood?"

"NAHAT THEHE TOHOHOHOHES!"

The middle brother's eyes widened. "Tohoes?"

Before he could turn around, his felt a finger wiggle into his arch. Three squealed and fell forward ontop of One. "NAHAH----"

The middle brother fell into silent laughter as his worst spot was attacked.

One was very concerned now. "Threhehe, whahats gohoing ohon?"

Suddenly, the middle brother sagged as the finger moved away from his feet. "Ihi---dohon't knohow."

A chuckle came from above the duo. "Having fun?"

Both brothers jolted.

Peter Two leaned against the back of the couch so he could smile down at his little brothers. "Looks like you two have been busy."

"Two! That was you!" The youngest exclaimed.

"The one and only," Two teased as he took in the scene in front of him. "Seriously though, what have you two been doing?"

Three turned his head so he could look up at the oldest. "Wehe wehere havihing aha cohontest."

"Oh? What kind of contest?"

"Whihich ihis behetter. Tahank tohops ohor crohop tohops," One chimed in.

Two's smile grew. "And which one ihis better?"

The two younger brothers stared at each other.

"Well?"

"We couhouldnt reheally decide," One admitted.

Peter 3 tapped One's arm. "But now we have a judge."

Both younger brothers looked up at the oldest who raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You want me to decide?"

Instead of answering, both blushed a bright red.

"Okay then," Two replied as he moved around to the front of the couch.

Peter 1 and Peter 3 separated from each other so Two could sit between them. The oldest wrapped an arm around each of them so he could pull the giggling duo close. "Ready?"

When both brothers giggles picked up, Two began the competition.

Needless to say, an hour later when both younger brothers were concked out on either side of Peter 2, they had settled at a tie.

#switch peter 3 #switch peter 1 #brief ler peter 2 #ticklefic

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13uswntimagines · 4 years ago

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Her Mess (Christen x Reader)

Request: Christen x reader where reader is younger and in college and reader meets the team

It was safe to say that you had always been a bit of a mess. You would argue that you were an organized mess, but Christen would disagree. If the gay mess you turned into the first time Mal had ever introduced you to her was anything to go off of. Yes, you were a mess, but you were her mess, and she took great joy in helping to keep you on track.

From the very beginning, she had helped you with your schedule. Made sure you ate and gave yourself time for studying and soccer. She never overstepped, she was your girlfriend not your mother after all, but she was definitely the organized one in your relationship.

It was why the prospect of traveling without her was incredibly daunting. She was already at camp with the rest of the national team (who you would be meeting for the first time) and you would be meeting them there with Mal after the two of you finished finals. To say you were nervous was an understatement. It was your first call up, and though your girlfriend and best friend had assured you it would be fine, you weren’t so sure. You had quadruple checked the list of things Christen and you had made, but even as you left the plane you were sure you had left something important. You were going to meet the team and you didn’t know if you were supposed to be meeting Christen too, or if you two were going, to be honest.

You sighed, running your hand through your messy hair, before slipping your beanie back on. Your knee jumped up and down impatiently, and you bit your lip. You didn’t like waiting. Why did this car ride have to be so long?

“Do I need to call Mama Press or are you going to chill out on your own?” Mal said finally, her hand coming down to still your leg. You grinned sheepishly at her.

“I just-... What if they don’t like me, and what if they’re weirded out by the age difference?” You rambled, your fingers tapping on the car window.

“You’re like the funniest person I know. The team is going to love you! And I’ll be honest, It was a little weird at first for the person who was like my sister to be dating someone who was basically my mom. But after watching you two together, it’s obvious that you were made for each other,” Mal said softly, her hand running soothing circles on your thigh. You frowned.

“What if she doesn’t want to tell them that she’s dating me because she’s ashamed of the age difference?” You asked softly, staring intently at your lap. Sure, Mal was cool with the age difference now, and so we’re your parents, but you knew that there were a lot of people out there who weren’t. Plus Christen was the Christen Press, and you were just a disorganized rookie.

Gentle fingers tilted your chin up, and your Y/e/c met Mal’s brown.“Christen is a lot of things. I don’t think ashamed is one of them,”

You nodded, returning your attention to the city passing by. You loved Christen, and you hoped that Mal was right.

******

Most people would hate getting off a plane and stepping directly into practice, but you were grateful for it. The field was your happy place, a place you didn’t have to think about all the what-ifs. A place where you could simply showcase your skills.

By the time you and Mal made it to the locker room, it was nearly empty. (Barring your girlfriend, who had stayed back to give you a tight hug and kiss, and Tobin who just sent you a small smile).

“You ready for this cutie?” Your girlfriend asked, settling down on the bench beside you, nudging you with her shoulder, and placing a kiss on your pink cheeks.

You stuck your tongue out at Mal who made a gagging sound.

“I think so,” You shrugged, rooting through your bag to find the last items of your gear, things you were sure you had put in this morning. Your eyebrows furrowed as you shoved your shin guards aside in search of your socks.

“Is it true you have the sprint record for UCLA?” Tobin nudged your other side. You nodded, not taking your eyes off of the contents of your bag. Had you been paying more attention, you probably would have freaked out that the Tobin Heath knew who you were.

“Don’t forget the juggling record either,” Mal added, smiling. You had quite the reputation for putting defenders on their asses, and it was going to be entertaining watching you work your magic with the national team.

“Damn,” Tobin mumbled wide eyes. She was going to have to call dibs on you for the scrimmage. You barely spared her a glance, groaning as you continued to dig for an item you were beginning to fear wasn’t in your bag. You took a deep breath, trying not to panic. Of course you had forgotten something important on your first camp with the national team.

Christen rubbed your back, her head tilting to the side as you ignored one of your heroes (your hero being her best friend was something she found immensely entertaining), her hand coming up to rub your back. “What are you looking for my darling,”

“I forgot my socks,” you huffed, shoving your bag to the floor pouting. Christen’s lips ticked up slightly as she leaned in to kiss your pink cheeks.

“That’s alright. I have an extra pair for you in my bag,”

Your blush deepened as you took the extra pair, slipping them on your feet. You nodded in thanks, she simply winked in return. She knew you’d forget something. You always did.

******

Meeting the team was an… experience. Kelley had immediately jumped on top of you, squealing about a new baby to corrupt before she was pulled off by Alex. Ashlyn and Ali had argued with Becky and Alyssa about who was going to be your team moms. The youngins had bombarded you with so many questions that it felt like your head was spinning. But through it, all Christen’s hand remained firmly in yours.

Standing in line, waiting for the forward vs defender drill to begin was a surreal experience for you. You watched with a keen eye as Mal went first and nearly navigated the ball past Becky. You kissed Christen’s cheek before she went and cleanly got past Kelley. Tobin took the next spot, pulling a clean nutmeg off on Abby. You were going to have to one-up her.

You took a deep breath, trying to settle your nerves, waiting to see which defender you would be up against.

“You good kid?” Megan asked, bumping your shoulder with her. You blinked, fighting the urge to squeal that The Megan Rapino was talking to you.

“Hm, excited!” You smiled, biting your lip as Sonnett took her place at the front of her line. Sonnett was good, but you were better and your desire to make a good first impression meant that you were really going to have to put on a show. There would be no better partner for the dance you had planned.

“Think you can best Sonnett?” Carli smirked, tapping you the ball.

“Definitely. Cant let a Cavalier get one over on me,” You winked, beginning to juggle the ball. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

******

“Holy shit, how are you so fast,” Emily panted, catching up to you after you’d made another shot at an unsuspecting Alyssa Naeher. It speared just past her fingertips, making the goal rattle as it made contact with the net.

“I ate lots of fudge striped cookies when I was younger,” You nodded, wiping the sweat from your forehead and heading towards the sidelines for your water break. From the time you were little you had believed wholeheartedly that the cookies made you run faster.

“Fudge stripped what?” Emily asked, her eyebrows furrowing beside you.

“Made by the Keebler elves. They’re magic,” You shrugged, glancing around for the greenbottle with your name on it, entirely unaware of the odd looks the team was giving you and the loving smile your girlfriend was sporting. “Where did I put my bottle?”

“It’s over-“ Mal started, only to be cut off by Christen’s elbow being lodged in her ribs.

“Take mine babe,” She laughed, passing you her bottle. You nodded in thanks, squirting the liquid into your mouth. What would you do without her? Mal smirked over your head at the green-eyed forward. Maybe part of your forgetfulness was her love of coming to your rescue.

“Sick ball skills Ducky,” Tobin clapped you in the back.

“Thanks!” You squeaked, the stream of water missing your mouth and spraying Christen in the chest. “Oops,” You giggled.

“If you want me to kiss you, you did it have to get me all wet, you could just ask,” She winked and you felt heat wash over your cheeks, all your previous confidence evaporating.

Mal covered her ears and shook her head fast. “Please don’t answer that with the comeback you’re thinking of,”. You smirked, shaking your head. You wouldn’t force her to bear her best friend and her team mom flirting.

“Hmm, I love your kisses,”

Christen giggled, wrapping her arms around your waist, and pulling you into a quick kiss. You pulled away when the team wolf-whistled, burying your face in your girlfriend's chest.

“Told you she wasn’t embarrassed,” Mal said, patting your back.

“Yeah, how could she when you put everyone on their ass,” Sonnett cackled. Your groan was muffled by your girlfriend's soft skin. Her fingers found their way under your chin, coaxing you out of your favorite hiding place. You Y/e/c eyes met her green ones.

“You thought I was embarrassed?” She asked softly, and you gave her a slight nod. How couldn’t she be? She was the Christen Press and you were just a bumbling college student who would lose her head if it wasn’t attached to her body.

“You’re you, and you have everything together, and I’m me and I forget everything,” You mumbled, shrugging.

“Well, I love you, even when you forget stuff. Plus, You look really cute in my clothes,” She kissed your nose and your cheeks before landing on your lips. You smiled into the kiss, enjoying the way her soft lips felt against yours.

It didn’t matter that you were younger. You would prove yourself to be an asset to the team and Christen loved you.

“Did they forget we’re here?” Emily’s whisper read followed by a slapping sound and Lindsey’s voice.

“Way to ruin a moment Sonnett,”

Yes. You were a mess, but you were Christen’s mess and you’d fit right in.

#christen press x reader #christen press imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines

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thetaoofzoe · 4 years ago

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Fic: Sy vs The Kitten 1/1

Title: Sy vs the Kitten (tm) - Round One

Pairing: There is an established coupledom between Sy and The Wife (that’s You! 💕💕) and it is mentioned, but the main showdown is between the Beard and the Claws. Captain Syverson x You

Rating: Fluff fluff fluffity fluff. You want it, I got it for you. 💖💖

Summary: A kitten, a frosty morning, and a gruff green beret with a heart of gold.

Word count: 1975

@angreav and @angelicwolf98 as promised :)

also @thelastsock and @wolvesandhoundshowltogether I JUST saw your exchange regarding a feral reader/Sy. This isn’t it, but it’s close ;)

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In Mid-November, it was expected to be cold in the mountains of northern Montana, but, when he awoke to a murky Friday morning, it wasn't just cold, it was down right freezing. With his eyes closed, he lay in warmth and security of his bed thinking how easy it would be to merely turn over and go back to sleep.

But, there was work to be done and with a sigh he sat up, pushed aside the heavy quilts and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Scrubbing both hands through his closely cropped hair and feeling his sleep warmed skin prickling in the chill, Sy stayed there a moment longer and mentally ticked over his to-do list.

Behind him, hidden under the mound of quilts, his wife groaned, clenched into a tight ball and he received an ear full of muffled complaining telling him to either get back into bed and put that furnace he called a body to good use or get up, but damn him for letting out the heat!

Chuckling, he nearly lay down again, desperate to do the former, but as he had to start his day, he reluctantly chose the latter. He got up, spread the rest of the bed clothes about his wife's already buried form and then fondly whacked her bum with an open hand, earning an incomprehensible string of words that may or may not have been a promise of bodily harm.

Specifically /his/ body coming to harm.

Amused by her idle threat, he left her to sleep and quietly went into the adjoining bathroom.

Sy showered and dressed and followed by his rescue dog, Aika, who met him on the stairway landing, he descended to the lower level where the scent of coffee greeted him. The previous night, his ever thoughtful wife had programmed the coffee maker to ensure that hot coffee was waiting for him when he got up and even as he poured a cup for himself, he longed to go upstairs, get into bed and pull her back into his arms.

He grumbled to himself, as the want of his sweet-smelling wife rose like a aching knot in his throat. He was halfway between putting the cup back onto the counter when the big shaggy Alsatian bumped expectantly against his legs, distracting him.

'Right, right, Aika. I remember,' he laughed and he gave her, her morning snack.

No use wasting more time, he thought.

A stiff dark brown canvas jacket hung from a hook by the back door. Shrugging into it and pulling on a matching hand knitted beanie (one of many homecoming presents from his wife) he opened the door and stepped out into the cold, crisp morning.

Cradling the steaming cup of coffee, Sy stood on the wide back porch surveying the stretch of land and the forest beyond. He loved spending his downtime at the family ranch as it was so far and away from his normal chaotic hell. The air was clean and fresh and the only gunshot he heard was the occasional crack of a distant hunting rifle as someone took down their dinner. He found clarity and serenity at the ranch and the quality time he spent with his wife there was sufficient to keep him sated and strong enough to face going back into service.

His thoughts drifted to the woman in his bed again and a contented smile curved his lips. He was definitely going to finish up his chores quickly and spend the rest of the day worshipping her luscious body. That would certainly warm her up.

Sy really had only one job that morning before breakfast and it was to ensure that the corn silos were all buttoned up and that the paperwork on their contents was properly filled out. That meant getting into the truck and driving the half mile of dirt road to the edge of the ranch where the trio of silver silos stood.

He put his now empty coffee mug on the the narrow table sat between two rocking chairs by the back door and whistling softly to the dog, he trotted down the stairs and walked towards his truck.

Aika, who had been curled on a soft handmade dog bed at his feet, busily smelling whatever Alsatians could smell between porch deck boards, snorted and pushed up and to her feet. She yawned, squeaked and shook her lanky body, but remained standing on the top step looking down at him.

Sy looked back at her and she regarded him placidly. He knew that Aika loved being in the mountains and was becoming very accustomed to the luxurious life he had been able to provide for her. But sometimes she just wanted to laze around and be spoiled.

'Aika,' he said gently, patting his thigh. 'C'mon, girl. We'll get this over with, ok? Then breakfast.'

The word 'breakfast' perked her up and her long tail shot into the air behind her. She wagged it furiously but instead of following Sy down the stairs, she turned and went to sniff around the back door. She pawed it a little and barked to be let in, for breakfast was only served inside.

'Aika!' he laughed. 'Come on now, girl. C'mon.'

She whipped into a circle and looked longingly at the door before sighing and bouncing down the stairs.

Sy fished his truck keys out of his jacket pocket and walked up the gravel path to where he'd parked the truck. Aika followed and then alerted by something, stopped suddenly, and frantically sniffed the air. She hunched to snuffle at the front grill of the truck before dropping flat to wedge herself beneath the chassis.

'Aika!' Sy snapped going to see what had captivated the dog so much.

He crouched, reaching for her collar to try to drag her out from beneath the truck. 'What's goin' on with you.'

Aika didn't give up.

She continued to bark and bark until he relented and popped the hood. He used a small Maglite to quickly scan the top of engine for the thing that had whipped his dog into a frenzy. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary and about to slam shut the hood again, a small noise caused him to pause.

Aika heard it too and barked once, inquisitively. Sy glanced down at the dog who tilted her head up to meet his gaze.

Sy stepped up on the chrome front bumper, ducked under the raised hood and leaned in for a closer look. He wove the torch's beam in and around the engine parts and he huffed out a noise of surprise when the stark white circle of light fell upon a small grey furry lump.

Said furry lump promptly lifted big watery eyes, squinted in the bright light and meowed.

This barely audible sound sent Aika into another frenzy of barking and she attempted to clamber up onto the bumper and into the engine.

'Stop it! Sit!' Sy chided her glancing back at the house and hoping the noise hadn't disturbed his sleeping wife. With a huff Aika obediently plopped her rump onto the gravel and waited.

'Damn,' he muttered, thinking that if Aika hasn't alerted him to their stowaway, he would have had a mess on his hands later.

Sy reached into the engine and tried to curve his big hand about the tiny kitten body but his heroics were immediately rewarded with the violent wrath of teeth and claws. With a startled yelp of pain, he snatched his hand back and involuntarily jerked up and banged the back of his head against the underside of the hood.

He bit down hard on another swear and rubbed the back of his throbbing head. Sy glanced down at Aika who whined with apparent sympathy. But, it was probably more amusement than sympathy.

'Yeah, thanks,' he grumbled in response. 'Aw right.'

Clearing his throat, Sy trained the light on the kitten again who now glared up at him with as much kitteny menace as it could muster.

He tried again to fish the fuzzball from its hiding place but unable to get a good grip, he drew back again.

Need two hands, he thought.

He slid the tail end of the Maglight into his mouth and using one hand, he corralled the kitten into his other and managed to squish it gently into a hissing ball between his lightly cupped hands. Sy held the kitten against his side, stored the torch in his back pocket and then rearranged the kitten to get a better hold on it. Nose up in the air, Aika tore circles around him, wanting to get closer to the dew wet and shivering kitten.

'Now, where's yer mama?' Sy asked the sad, big-eyed face.

The kitten meowed pitifully, made an attempt to escape but decided instead to nestle into the heat of the man's comforting hands. And, with a sigh, he tucked the ball of fur and claws into the breast pocket of his over-shirt to help keep the kitten warm with his body.

'Anybody else?' Sy asked Aika and nodded to the truck.

The dog stared up at him, much too interested in the pocket hitch hiker to answer. Sy stepped back up onto the bumper and not only finished his investigation of the engine from the top, but also from the bottom.

Nothing. All clear of sheltering fur balls.

'Right,' he said to both animals now in his protection. 'Let's go.'

He helped Aika jump up into the tall cab and slamming the door, he walked around the truck to the driver's side and climbed in. Rescuing kittens aside, there were still chores to be done.

There was a woman in the kitchen when he returned with the kitten and Aika in tow.

She looked up from from her coffee and circular needles and when he finished hanging up his jacket and stuffing the beanie into the jacket's pocket, she put aside her unfinished work.

'I promised you a beating,' she teased with a bright sunny smile.

Sy looked at her a moment, hand protectively cupped about the lump in his plaid shirt's breast pocket.

'What?'

He'd forgotten about her sleepy threats.

'For this morning.'

He thought a moment and then laughed a dirty little confident laugh.

'Oh,' he replied and supressed a grin.

He approached her and leaned in to kiss her forehead. When she lifted her face, he kissed her lips. 'Whenever you want to throw down,' he said, grabbing her chin between his fingers to keep her head up. 'I'm ready.'

She smiled with interest before she was distracted.

'What's that?' she asked, tapping the back of his hand still cupped against his shirt.

Sy drew back, gently extracted the sleepy kitten and presented it to her.

'It was hiding in the engine of my truck,' he explained and smiled a little when she reached both hands out to accept the kitten with a soft coo.

Sy poured another cup of coffee and leaned against the counter to watch his wife walk around the kitchen to find appropriate materials to clean and swaddle the kitten. She opened a can of tuna and they both watched the animal eat its fill.

Once the kitten had fallen asleep in its new warm cocoon, she handed the bundle to Sy. Kissing his bearded cheek, she smiled.

'Once you save a life...' she said and left him alone in the kitchen with his new fluffy responsibility.

Aika sat before him and watched the exchange intently. Sy leaned down and presented the bundle to the dog who sniffed it excitedly and then immediately began licking the tiny head.

'Aw right, aw right. Take it easy.'

Sy straightened and continued to drink his coffee as he studied the little pointy face.

'I'm responsible for you now. I'll take care of ya, don't worry.'

-end :)

#captain syverson #henry cavill #the witcher #geralt #man of steel #sandcastle #napoleon solo #sherlock holmes #enola holmes #syverson

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pa-panda-heroes · 5 years ago

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The LoV with a s/o who's easuly Flustered and likes to read books when they're on break from missions? 👉🏻👈🏻 Love your blog! 💞 Have some ice cream for your great writing! 🍧🍨🍦

Aaaa thank you! You are so sweet I’m going to get a cavity 😭 thank you so much, cutie!! I hope you like it

~🐼

LoV with a s/o who’s easily flustered!

Tomura:

At first he would find it strange. Why do you get tinted kinda reddish and quiet when he tries to make eye contact with you? He has to give you details on the mission, dammit!

And why would you read, when you could do something more engaging like playing video games? He doesn’t get it.

But the more he sees you read and the more he sees how you react to certain things, the more he kinda soaks it in. Welp, that’s just how you are. Okay, then.

But why does he like watching you? Why does he enjoy the sight of your lips pursing in concentration or eyebrows furrowing at something he doesn’t know abou while you’ve got a book in your hands? Is he curious?

No, he finds it absolutely adorable. When he realizes that, he’ll do whatever he can to fluster you, so that he can see your eyes dart everywhere but at him and watch you shrink into yourself. Maybe he enjoys watching you toy with a stand of hair, or whatever clothing you’re wearing that minute.

At some point you have to ask yourself if he’s a sadist for it all, because we will tease you if he’s in a good mood, but in reality he just enjoys a reaction from someone that isn’t disgust. You’re so soft as a person and it’s a huge contrast to himself and he fucking loves it.

His favorite thing ever is to rest his cheek on your sternum with an arm under the back of your neck, playing a video game with both hands at your left shoulder. All while you’ve got a book propped atop his back with your arms underneath his own, both your legs and his a mess tangled together. It’s uncomfortable for your both, but it allows you to be so close.

Other times, he’ll often watch over your shoulder and read snippets of your book out of curiosity to see what you like, if he gets the chance. Maybe, just maybe, you can convince him to read the same novel, but what he really wants is for you to read aloud to him.

He wants to hear your voice without interruptions, to hear how the intricate words fall from your lips as you read, even to hear your goofy dialogue impressions. It’s so relaxing and he adores it. He’ll even crack a little smile while you’re doing it.

Your reading to him eventually becomes nearly the only thing that can put him to sleep. His head on your chest, arm wrapped around your waist, and legs kicked out to entangle with yours as he listens to your voice - he’s in heaven!

He’s so happy that someone as adorable and soft as you actually had eyes for someone like him, and he’s more than thankful for it!

Mr. Compress:

Loves it! He finds it so precious that you get so flustered so easily. And while he’d never make you uncomfortable or even try to fluster you on purpose, he’s still going to enjoy it when it happens.

I can definitely see Mr. being a bookworm himself, honestly, his favorite maybe being of a historical or possibly magical nature.

You like horror? Okay. Romance? Cool. Medieval fantasy? Alright. It really doesn’t matter what you enjoy, he’ll ask for recommendations. If you enjoy it, he will certainly enjoy it with you.

Deadass would sit next you and pull out his own book during a break while you’re on a mission. You have to wonder where the hell it came from, but then you remember he’s a magician, after all. And of course, there’s his actual quirk to consider.

Mr would get flustered relatively easily, but for him the perfect time to be flustered is while you’re flustered, too! Strangely enough, he thinks it sorta brings you closer together, kinda like sharing a crépe or ice cream. It’s no different than being happy at the same time, or sad, or even angry. You’re feeling the same thing at the same time, and get to experience and work through it together. How neat is that?

He doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable around him, but he’ll still enjoy it when you get all flustered. He notices all too easily the blood rush to your ears when he reaches in close to pull a coin “out” of your ear, or the slight squeak you make when his gloved fingers accidentally brush against the cartilage of it. Well, sometimes accidentally!

Seeing you get flustered like that will usually fluster him, too. Does he really have such an endearing effect on someone so adorable and shy, as the extroverted and boisterous Mr. Compress?

He’ll constantly ask permission to do something before actually doing it and risking making you uncomfortable. Is he allowed to wrap an arm around you? Are you okay with him touching more than just your ear for a trick? Mr. is determined to get consent first and to make sure if you change your mind, he knows it!

Loves it if you let him read to you. He’s an entertainer, remember? It’s in his gears to put on a show and entertain someone - he doesn’t want to be entertained! His favourite way to read to you is with his back leaning against the wall or headboard if there is one, while you’ve rested the back of your head on his shoulder and sat between his legs.

Himiko:

Himiko is not easily flustered! And while she likes books, they’re not her favorite pastime.

That said, she loves getting you all flustered. She won’t be cruel about it, it’s always in good fun and not regarding anything you could be sensitive about, but it happens really often.

The more flustered she gets you, the more flustered she looks as the blood rushes to her cheeks and ears because she’s so happy and you’re so cute!! She’ll grin at you spunkily when she does, but her eyes have a slightly sultry tint to them.

Her favorite way to get you all flustered is by touching you! She’s quite clingy physically, so naturally she’s gonna be all over you! She’ll latch onto and nuzzle your neck like it’s the sole reason she’s breathing - accidentally restricting your own breathing all the while.

She’s not much of a reader herself, but she’s going to ask all kinds of questions about the book she happens to see you reading. What genre is it? What’s the main character like? Does a character die? Is it a happy novel, or a sad one?

If you enjoy it, she’ll want to learn about it just for the sake of hearing you teach her about something you enjoy or are passionate about, despite not indulging in it herself. She wants to know what makes you tick, and sifting through your likes will help her do that.

Himiko will sit next to you and snuggle up against your side while you’re reading on your break - even if you shyly protest. If time permits, she’ll relax and let let the sound of your breathing accompanied with the turning of pages slowly lull her to sleep.

Though if she doesn’t have time, she’ll instead stare at your face, whether it contorts or not at whatever you’re reading. If you notice and blush at her, she won’t stop! She’ll just continue to stare at you.

If you ask to read to her, she’ll accept, sure, but she won’t really pay attention. Her focus is you! Not a story! You’re part of her own story, now, she doesn’t care about anything fictional. She has you.

She’ll instead watch your eyebrows turn up or furrow as your eyes are drifting through the page, lips moving and articulating syllables of your language. She’ll watch every blink of your eyes, enamored by the sparkle in them with one of her own. She’ll always have her head in your lap or on your chest!

Twice:

Not as easily flustered as Mr. Compress, but if someone pushes enough, they can do it!

He’s not big on books, like Toga, but reslly loves having a s/o who is.

Oh, you can read about an imaginary world where society isn’t defined by heroes vs. villains, and quirks don’t exist and someone’s entire life isn’t dictated by what kind of shitshow they won in the quirk genetics lottery? Sounds neat! Tell him about it!

The more different the world of the book you’re indulging in is, the more he’s interested in hearing about it from you! He’ll take in everything you tell him about whatever you’re reading. Most of the time, it gives him a good grasp on what kind of society he really wants.

Of course, his favorite part about your telling him about your books is how excited you get, how enthralled you are in its mysteries if it has any, how you seem to pick it apart and predict (or try to predict) what will happen next!

Of course, if you go on a tangent and realize you’ve done so, becoming flustered as a result, he’ll beam at you to keep going! Or, he’ll go on his own tangent worshipping the ground you walk on, which, naturally, makes you more flustered - and that encourages him.

You’re like the diamond in the rough - so sweet and fragile-seeming - that he can’t help but be drawn to you!

Any sign of embarrassment (the not-so-fun kind) or shift in your mood will get him all riled up and cause him to do whatever he can to fix the situation, if possible. Oftentimes, he makes it worse, but he tries his hardest, really!

Because he wants to watch out for you! You’re so adorable, and even if you’re fully capable of taking care of yourself physically, he’ll 100% be right next to you to step in!

I can’t really see Twice sitting down and letting you read to him or reading on his own (too quiet - a good opportunity for his trauma to strike), but he’ll still love hearing about what you’re reading. Maybe he’ll sit next to you with a cigarette in between his fingers, eyes drifting to the pages as he listens to your voice reading aloud and whatever environmental voices are sounding at the moment.

Dabi:

The bastardest bastard of them all!

A flustered Dabi is a nonexistent Dabi. Nope. It doesn’t matter what you say to him, the man’s made of unflusterable, unflinching steel.

He will do everything in his power to tease you and fluster the living daylights out of you, though. It’ll range from snarky or sultry comments to actually touching - or groping - you in various places. He’ll relish in any cute protest you send his way.

His favorite time to strike is when you’re in casual conversation with any of the other members and your guard is down. You’re smiling and content, not shying out, and having a good time.

Welp, not if Dabi can have a say in it! He’ll give your ass a slap or make a snarky comment insinuating your “neglecting” him and wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose into your neck and letting his particularly hot breath ghost across your neck. He’ll simper at the bumps that arise on your skin as he feels your muscles tense underneath him.

He’ll do whatever he can to interrupt your reading, not really giving a shit if you’re really enjoying your book or lose your page. His interruptions range from whispering in your ear to yanking the book from your hands and keeping it away from your grasp.

Dabi won’t care to hear about what you’re reading; he’ll usually zone out if you try to immerse him into your favourite pastime or read to him. And he definitely won’t read for you, either.

But nonetheless, he’ll find your habit cute. It’s not watching you that does it for him, or even how giddy you get talking about your stories. It’s the fact that someone dating a dastardly villain like himself, a criminal capable of setting fire to everything around him, so purely enjoys such a common hobby. He’s not common, he knows that. You’re special, he knows that very well. But reading a book? So many people do that. It’s what normal people do.

He loves to watch you cover your cheeks at his suggestive comments, or hop around him to pry your book from his hand. Maybe he’ll set it alight in blue flames to get a good, loud squeal of desperation out of you.

But hell hath no fury like a Dabi whose s/o was teased or flustered by anyone but him.

If you’re reading at home, away from the others, you can bet he’ll drop his head in your lap. It’s nothing sweet and loving, he needs a pillow to nap on! But if you try to get him to move, he’ll grumble and turn on his side, staying put.

Spinner:

Hands down the easiest of them all to get flustered. So yeah, he understands your pain!

Spinner won’t really go out of his way to make you all flustered and set you off, because he knows sometimes that can be embarrassing and not fun if someone goes too far, but that doesn’t mean he dislikes seeing you flustered!

Seeing you blink rapidly and sputter out syllables meant to be a string of words you haven’t found yet is absolutely adorable to him. You’re such a contrast to everyone else, so innocent and pure. After all, there’s a girl who drinks blood for her quirk and a habitual arsonist who’s nothing but sarcasm and insults. Needless to say, Spinner is glad to have you around!

When someone decides they want to make your life hell, he’ll usually step between you and the other party with a scowl and hands on his hips, as if to protect you. Well, yeah. Of course he’s gonna look out for you! Aside from keeping you safe, he wants to look tough for you and impress you.

Like Tomura, he’s more of a video game guy, but if you’re into any kind of fantasy or any genre gaming-esque, he’ll absolutely want to hear about it! If it’s anything romantic, it’ll just fluster him. Although, if it’s horror, he’d definitely be interested

While you’re reading on break, he’ll sit next to you with a portable gaming system and click away at the buttons, occasionally glancing over at you. He can be curious without being interested... right? He might even try to get a peek at what you’re reading for himself, but Spinner won’t admit it. He’ll blow air from his nose and turn away with a scrunched face if you notice!

Spinner would get way too flustered and embarassed to read to you, but would absolutely let you read to him if you so felt like it. He might space out thinking of various things, though.

100% wants to have you in his arms while your eyes are plastered to your book. Bonus points if he gets to play video games like that, Spinner holding the controller behind your book, your back flush against his chest.

You probably couldn’t get him to read anything you suggest to him outright. You’d have to bribe him. He’ll read your book if you play his video game! If you enjoy video games, it will eventually become a habit for you both to cycle between playing video games and reading books.

And he’s not complaining! Most of his time will still be spent on video games, though. But sharing interests is how you get closer, right?

#mha #mha headcanons #mha x reader #league of villains #lov x reader #shigaraki x reader #mr compress x reader #toga x reader #twice x reader #dabi x reader #spinner x reader #comfort / fluff #h/c #sfw #thank you for your request <3 #i really enjoyed this request!#and i hope you do too :>

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world-of-horrors-au · 4 years ago

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Horrors AU - The Savage Beast Soothes [Pruning Roses]

Part 4 of the Briar vs Proxies series

Part 1

Part 2

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TW: None

Scratching, scratching. Sniffing, sniffing. Briar woke up cold, an iron hammer pounding inside her head, but aware of everything despite the pain. Scratching, sniffing, clicks and ticks. There was something nearby.

Toby had a pet. She'd never seen it herself but Eyeless Jack had. Said it was a wolf, the strangest he'd ever seen. Black as night with golden eyes, it followed him through the Forest when he got too close to the Proxies' territory. Jack said it growled like a beast twice its size. Toby called it Fury. Told Jeff it was the most dangerous being he'd ever met.

Scratching, sniffing, getting closer. Briar lay limp, barely breathing in her spot on the floor. Her heart pounded in time with her head. Something moved on the other side of the wall. Metal scraped and shifted. She tried not to tense, tried not to breathe too hard. Maybe if she played dead, it would go away.

An animal grunted in the darkness. Something huffed, sneezed. Briar squeezed her eyes shut. Fur scraped against the wall, and deadly claws tapped against the wooden floor.

Briar exhaled, listening, listening. This room was too small, it was almost on top of her already. She heard it pause, and in the silence, growl. And the noise echoed in the tiny room. Her whole body shuddered. She was absolutely dead.

Hot breath rushed over her face. A warm nose brushed against her cheek. Briar couldn't stifle the whimper. It all hurt too much to hide anymore.

The animal whuffed against her skin.

A warm, rough tongue brushed against her cheek.

Briar shook, waiting for the teeth to settle into her skin, but they didn't. The animal lapped at her in an oddly familiar way, moving from her cheek, to her arms, her shoulder and neck.

Her eyes opened. The wolf was everything Eyeless Jack said. Big, black, looming in the darkness… but its eyes were closed, and the catlike tongue brushed over her skin.

Catlike. Briar's eyes widened. The wolf was licking up the blood spilled from the beating she'd gotten. Was it hungry? Or was she being… groomed?

"What are you doing?" She whispered.

The wolf opened its eyes and looked at her. Briar couldn't look away. It was like looking into the eyes of another Horror. This wasn't a normal animal. There was intelligence in those eyes. And maybe she didn't understand but… she swore there was compassion in them.

Letting out a shaky breath, Briar raised a hand to the wolf's head. Her fingers buried into the thick fur by the wolf's ears. She curled her fingers, scratching. The dark form of the wolf's tail lifted, and wagged. A deep rumble came from the being's chest. It couldn't be, she thought. Is it… is she… purring?

Fury's eyes closed. Her head tilted into Briar's hand, the loud rumble a comfort Briar knew so well. Memories of her teen years, her beloved cat Captain curled next to her chest, flooded into her mind. Her eyes closed.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

She felt Fury move, and opened her eyes in time to see the Beast lie down on the floor beside her. Fury rested her head on top of Briar's and sighed. She was so warm… Briar pressed into the thick fur, feeling the heartbeat beneath the powerful muscles. Fury purred, the vibration filling Briar's body from head to toe. It hurt, but she didn't mind at all.

She slept deep.

A low growl disturbed her sleep. The pain returned as Briar opened her eyes. Beside her, Fury sat rigid, the canine head turned away. Again, the Beast growled. Briar tensed, listening.

The lock on the door clicked. She swallowed and closed her eyes again. Behind her eyelids light flowed into the room, the hinges squealing as the door opened.

"What the-" Hoodie said. "Fury, how the hell did you get in here?"

Another growl left the wolf-like creature, the noise vibrating her whole body. Briar hunched lower behind Fury.

"Seems like she likes the girl," another voice said. It took Briar a moment to recognize the speaker as the man from before, Masky. "Must have found her way in through a vent."

Hoodie sighed.

"We're not going to hurt her," Hoodie said. "We're moving her to the room we cleaned out. She can't stay in here, this room wasn't meant to be used for more than a few days. The new room is better."

Fury growled again. Hoodie grunted.

"Hey, girl," he called out. "You awake?"

The sound coming from the Proxy's mouth made Briar flinch. She looked up from behind Fury's form.

"That's a yes," Masky said.

"Get up," Hoodie said. His tone left nothing to be discussed.

With a nod, Briar shifted. Grinding her teeth against the pain, she forced herself to her hands and knees. Fury whimpered, watching with those intelligent golden eyes. Briar stroked the strange wolf's head.

"I'm okay," she mumbled. It was a lie but she had to reassure her new friend. "It's just - Just a little pain-"

She put her foot onto the floor, pushed up. Agony shot through her, her eyes flooding with tears as the world darkened at the edges. Briar felt the floor give way.

Cigarette smoke hit her nose. Her vision spun as she blinked her eyes. Someone's arms were around her, strong ones, and for a moment, Briar almost thought it was Eyeless Jack. But her sight returned, the pounding blood easing in her ears. She looked up into the white and black mask above her.

Masky adjusted her in his arms.

"She's not going to be able to walk like this," he said.

"Can you carry her?" Hoodie asked.

Briar squirmed. She could walk, she could definitely walk, it was just vertigo, she was going to be fine. But the arms tightened around her, Hoodie's eyes boring into her. Reluctantly, she went limp.

I hate this, she thought, ignoring Masky as he answered. Her legs left the ground as he picked her up. Briar shut her eyes. I hate this so much.

It was far from the first time she'd been carried in her life, but she never ceased to feel humiliated by it. Being carried meant she was vulnerable, helpless, unable to protect herself. It was worse now, being carried in the arms of one of her enemies. He was gentle, holding her like she was a priceless treasure, but what did it matter if they weren't going to let her go?

I want to go home, Briar thought.

Behind them, claws clicked on the wooden floor. Briar relaxed somewhat. Fury. At least she wouldn't be too alone, for now.

They passed Beastie and Skully. Hoodie greeted the two with a wordless wave, Masky silently nodding as they walked by. Briar looked to the floor, gut twisting, feeling the Proxies' eyes focusing on her. Masky adjusted his grip, pressing her closer to his chest. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"We're almost there," Masky said in a voice so soft, it could only have been meant for her to hear. "Don't be afraid." Briar didn't respond, curling her fingers into her shirt. How could she not be afraid?

A few minutes later, a door squeaked open. Briar opened her eyes again. They stepped into a room, larger than her last cell. A quick glance around showed plastic boxes, made before the first Wave but still in good condition, a door on one side, a bed on the other. No windows, one lamp beside the bed.

Without a word, Masky set her down onto the mattress. It was soft, and surprisingly enough had pillows and a comforter, both well-patched from use. Briar pushed herself until her back pressed against the wall, looking between Masky, who backed away from her, and Hoodie. Hoodie stared back.

“Bathroom,” he pointed at the extra door. “The shower works, use it. Your clothes are in the boxes. I don’t know what Kate found but that’s what you’ll be wearing. The door will be locked, and we’ll bring you your food so long as you don’t misbehave.”

Masky’s face was covered but there was no mistaking the glare he shot his leader. Hoodie didn’t react, didn’t even look at the other. Briar swallowed under Hoodie’s gaze.

“Toby stepped out of line,” Hoodie said, “But I’m not afraid to have this happen again if you cause trouble. I’m not going to tolerate any defiance or disobedience, got it?”

Briar nodded. He said nothing, watching her. She looked away.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

That seemed to please him, though she couldn’t see his face.

“Good,” he said. He finally turned towards Masky. “The damage will heal on its own, eventually, but some first aid might encourage it. That’s your responsibility.”

“I’ll need Skully’s help,” Masky said, his voice tight.

Hoodie cocked his head to one side, as if in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“He’s better at serious injuries than I am, and you know it.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” Hoodie said. “But fine. I know what your problem is. If you want Skully’s help, he’ll help you. But this isn’t going to last forever. This might be your only chance.”

“I understand,” Masky said, “Though I doubt that’s true.”

The proxy leader snorted, and looked away. “Fury-”

The mattress creaked as the Beast jumped onto it. Fury sat down beside Briar, and wrapped her fluffy tail around her feet. She had a canine face, but the look of disdain on it was unmistakably feline.

Hoodie raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay,” he said. “Masky, let’s go.”

Masky nodded. Hoodie shot Briar one last look before heading out the door. The other man followed him, but hesitated, glancing at her over his shoulder. For a moment, Briar thought he would speak, but the door closed and the lock clicked, and she was alone.

Well, mostly.

Fury turned to her, the deep rumble of her purr returning. She nuzzled Briar’s hand, licking it with her rough tongue. Briar ran her hand over the wolf-cat’s head.

“Oh, Fury,” she said over the noise, “What am I going to do?”

#horrors au #creepypasta masky #creepypasta oc #creepypasta hoodie #creepypasta fanfic #pruning roses fic

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dine-on-darling · 5 years ago

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The Feeling of Being Full

It’s my babe Beelzebub’s turn to get a taste of Darling~

Soft, safe vore, similar size, willing prey

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Out of all the demon brothers, Darling found that Beelzebub was the most comfortable to lie on top of.

Darling flipped another page of her book, bouncing her foot idly on the bed behind her. Her whole body fit snuggly on top of Beel’s massive frame. Not only was he a solid two feet taller than her, but all the muscle he accumulated made him a certified giant compared to her. So she could prop herself up on the middle of his chest easily without slipping off to either side, the surface solid and warm underneath her, her weight on top of him wasn’t even something for him to blink at; the demon himself contently scrolling through the D.D.D held above his face, one hand on her back to ensure she was stable.

Hanging out like this was easy for the two of them. Beel was always so gentle with her, and so kind too, it hadn’t taken long at all for them to grow close. He was naturally very cuddly too, they could spend hours comfortably next to each other, so long as there were no interruptions, that is. Which, given that they were in a house full of rambunctious demons, there usually were.

Today, she’d only been in Beel’s room for a little bit, having stayed at school to take care of some stuff. She’d decided to stop by Hell’s Kitchen on her way back with Mammon, grabbing a sandwich for her self and a couple extra as a treat for her favorite gluttony demon. She knew how his hunger followed him everywhere, so she was glad to see his excited face whenever she brought him a snack. Of course, he’d torn through every sandwich in a second, and if she hadn’t eaten her own before coming to see him, he’d probably have given her puppy dog eyes until she handed it over. No doubt he’d be hungry again before long, though.

Speak of the devil, so to say, the comfortable silence was interrupted by a rumble that had Darling’s whole body vibrating for a moment, for the source was directly under her. She laughed lightly, poking a finger into Beel’s stomach. “I’d expected that poor sandwich to last you longer than, what, thirty minutes tops; guess I shouldn’t underestimate the power of the avatar of gluttony, eh?” She rolled off of him, and he patted his empty stomach with a shy smile.

“Sorry, I know you were comfortable like that.” He pushed himself up to a sitting position.

“It’s fine, big guy.” She lifted an arm to pat his bicep, still lying down. “If you want, I can run to the kitchen to get some snacks for you.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up.

“Sure, it’s no big deal. I can’t carry as much as you, but Luci would probably get upset with you for clearing out the fridge before dinner anyway, so I can get you enough to hold you over.”

Beel smiled as bright as Mammon when he’s starring at Goldie. He opened his mouth to say what Darling was sure would be an agreement, but then it looked like something occurred to him and his mouth closed. He looked off to the side, thinking about something.

Darling quirked an eyebrow; what was he hesitating for? Usually when it came to food he was all over any ideas, she couldn’t think of a reason he wouldn’t immediately take her up on her offer. “Beel?”

He looked back to her. “Ah, sorry.”

Darling sat up, turning to face the demon fully. “Is everything alright?”

He nodded. “Yeah, thinking about something, is all.”

“Do… you want to go get the snacks from the kitchen yourself?” Maybe he’d been weighing the pros and cons of getting less food vs facing Lucifer’s wrath?

“No, actually I was thinking about how what I want to eat isn’t in the kitchen.”

“Oh, so you want to run out somewhere, then?”

“There’ no need, it’s already in the house.” He looked almost shy, a blush tinting his cheeks.

Okay, now Darling was really confused, Beel hardly beat around the bush, especially when it came to food. His stomach rumbled again, and he furrowed his bros slightly in thought, this time looking right at her. There was a look in her eyes that she thought seemed familiar… oh, hold on a tick.

“Beel… you’re not talking about me, are you?”

The hunger in his eyes grew, and he nodded eagerly, like he was happy she was the one to say it.

It’d been a little over a week and a half ago that Mammon had first swallowed her. Since then, they’d done it again a couple more times. She’d been hesitant since it still felt like such a weird arrangement to her, but the thought of how comfortable it felt despite the strangeness made her much more willing. The first time, Mammon had been so caught up in the feeling that they hadn’t done much more than cuddle like that on the bed before he let her out. But that night at dinner she’d wished she could perform that shrinking spell on herself to hide her embarrassment as he loudly told the story to his brothers. She’d had her head ducked the whole time, so she could only assume that the glances she felt from the other boys had been curious and possibly judgmental, if only she’d looked then she might have known that that was the start of hungry ideas beginning to form. To her relief, the others hadn’t really said anything about it since then, except for a few teasing comments when Mammon decided to walk around and show everyone his Darling filled gut, much to her further embarrassment.

The only one she thought she’d noticed a subtle change in was Beel, like he was looking at her in a new light. Honestly, she’d expected the avatar of gluttony to start getting ideas, but he hadn’t actually said anything to her about it and treated her like normal, so she’d assumed at this point that he simply wasn’t interest in eating something he wouldn’t be allowed to digest. Now she saw he real reason: he was too worried about making her uncomfortable. In his eyes, it was one thing for Mammon, her guardian, to have that level of intimacy with her, but if he were to ask and she assumed he was merely thinking of her as another meal to satisfy his boundless appetite, if she thought back to all those careless comments about eating her all the demons had made that she only recently began taking seriously, then it might damage their friendship. Looking only at his surface, it’d be easy to write him off as merely a gluttonous muscle head, but Darling learned early on how emotionally tuned in he is.

Beel was still looking at her with that hungry, hopeful look in his eyes. His stomach groaned, and he placed a hand over it to settle it. Darling blushed, his stomach was rumbling because he was hungry for her. She wondered how much of his thoughts have been occupied by this lately.

He noticed her hesitation, leaning back to put some distance and frowning. “Sorry, I know it’s a weird request, I shouldn’t have-“

“Well…” Darling interrupted him. She chewed at her own lip, thinking about what she was about to say. “If it’s safe, like with that spell, then it’s fine.”

Beel looked back at her with wide eyes, like he couldn’t believe she was actually entertaining him. “Are you sure?”

She smiled at the look on his face, he’s such a sweetheart. “Yeah, it’s fine, Beel; so long as you let me out before it’s time for dinner.”

He grinned at her, leaning forward to gently grab the back of her head and press his lips to her forehead. Like Mammon, he whispered more strange words, but it seemed slightly different. That same warm feeling washed over her, and she hummed in the back of her throat. She’d come to expect the shrinking to happen almost immediately after the warm feeling subsided, so she was surprised to find herself at exactly the same height still.

Beel picked up her hands delicately in his much larger ones and brought them up to his mouth.

“Wait!” She said.

He stopped right before her fingers passed through his lips, looking disappointed to be stopped, gazing at her through is lashes with puppy dog eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“A-Ah, well, aren’t you going to, y’know, shrink me first? Like Mammon does. I mean, you can’t actually fit me at this size, can you?”

He only smiled and reached over to ruffle her hair. “No underestimating the power of the avatar of gluttony, remember? Besides, you’re already so small compared to me, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t even be able to feel you if I shrunk you anymore.”

That made sense, she supposed. She still had her doubts, but he seemed confident in himself, looking at her with eyes asking for her permission to continue. She nodded her silent agreement, and he gladly raised her hands that last bit to push them into his mouth. The moment his tongue touched her skin and he got a proper taste of her, his eyes closing in bliss and an appreciative hum rising in his throat, she knew that there was no backing out of this now.

He seemed to be trying to go a lot slower than he’d normally eat out of consideration to her, taking the time to soak in her flavor. He pushed her hands in until she felt them touch the back of his throat. She tried her best not to shiver at the feeling.

Again, Beel brought a hand up to grab the back of her head, this time pushing it down a bit. This confused her, she knew she’d have to duck her head to get it into his mouth, but he still had most of her arms to work in before then. At least, she assumed so.

He pushed her hands in a little bit further so his throat could grasp them, and swallowed.

Darling couldn’t help the squeak that left her mouth as she was forcefully jerked forward, finding herself suddenly lodged up to her head inside Beel’s mouth. Her fingers fluttered, already at the entrance to his stomach. Holy shit, that’s one hell of a throat you’ve got there, Beel.

He paused to rub her back a moment, as though apologizing for startling her. His tongue flicked over her face, and she scrunched her eyes closed as it was coated in his saliva. It was interesting, she thought, being inside a mouth at her normal height rather than her shrunken height. It was much more cramped, and she’d been worried about Beel’s sharp fangs scrapping her as she went, but he was doing a remarkable job of keeping her unharmed; she could only barely feel them poking into her.

She could feel him trying to restrain himself from going too fast, but she could also feel the impatient rumble build from below her. His stomach wanted her badly, and Beel was often powerless to it’s command.

She would have expected her shoulders to pose a challenge, but at this point she’d given up on doubting his eating ability. His tongue gave her face a quick caress, before he worked his mouth to readjust her a bit, and gave another heavy swallow.

His throat was all too happy to pull her deeper in, quickly and without fuss guiding her along it’s course. Her head followed her arms, now causing a bump to start forming on Beel’s abdomen.

He placed one hand against his throat, relishing in the feeling her movements caused, and then settled it against where her head pushed against him, rubbing circles with his thumb.

It was now that he tilted his head back, raising her legs into the air so that he could use gravity to assist him. The odd feeling of being upside down like that made her kick her legs helplessly, and Beel used one hand to reassuringly grab her thigh to steady them.

He was losing his patience now, trembling at the feeling of her starting to fill out his stomach, but he needed more. Her clothes were getting in the way of her taste now anyway, and while he was a little disappointed by that, it made it easier for him to quickly proceed with his next swallow.

Her legs slide in easily like they were simply large noodles he was feasting on, and he was soon able to finally close his lips around the last part of her to enter his lips. He barely paused there to enjoy the feeling, swallowing hungrily again.

Darling’s body sloshed forward heavily as the rest of her landed in his stomach and she was sealed inside.

Beel’s hands straight away went to his stomach, roaming over the surface. He licked his lips to try and get more of her taste, letting out a moan of satisfaction. He could feel her moving around, trying to get comfortable. Despite having a full person within, Beel’s stomach wasn’t as protruding as much as one might expect. This was both due to their size difference and his rock wall of an abdomen helping to keep it held back. It was still very noticeable, but not something he’d have trouble moving around with.

“You okay?” Beelzebub asked.

Darling nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“It’s not too cramped, is it?”

“No. I mean, it feels like a tighter fit than being in Mammon’s stomach, but the walls are all soft enough that it feels fine. Really, it’s comfortable.”

He smiled softly. “Good.” He carefully moved, trying not to jostle her too much, so his back was leaning against the bed’s headboard, continuing to massage his stomach. He watched it move as Darling shifted in place to find the best position to curl up in.

Inside, Darling experimentally stretched out her arms, getting a feel for the place. It certainly did feel different from Mammon’s, but not in a bad way. She almost wished there was a source of light in here so she could take a look around, maybe next time she’d bring her D.D.D with her, although she wasn’t sure if the protection spell would keep that safe as well. She noted how there was no trace of the food she’d watched Beel devour a mere half hour ago left in his stomach and became very glad for that spell.

They were both quiet as she found the most comfortable position she could and settled, Beel’s hands rubbing circles into her the whole while. Darling pressed her hands against what she was pretty sure was the front of his stomach and, almost out of habit at this point, started massaging back. Mammon loved having his belly rubbed so much that she figured Beel probably would as well. Judging by the steady purr that built up all around her and the way the space tightened around her, she was spot on.

Beelzebub felt like he was back in heaven. Not only did he actually feel pleasantly full for the first time in probably ever, he’d never had his food rub back at him. Then again, Darling wasn’t any regular food, she was someone very precious to him, and his purr grew louder as he thought about how nice it felt to have her tucked away safely like this. He wrapped his arms around his middle, trying to hug her ever tighter. Both of them relished in the comfortable warmth they felt.

Nice as they moment was, it was eventually interrupted by a few swift knocks on the door and it opening without the knocker waiting for permission. Which wasn’t surprising, seeing as it was Mammon who entered the room. “Yo, human, Satan said you were hanging out in here with- Hey!” Darling could hear his muffled shout, and then his voice got louder like he’d run closer. “Is that my human in there?!”

“Mhm.” Beel nodded.

“Not cool! What part of “my human” did you not get? Spit her up!”

Beel squeezed his stomach tighter. “Nope. I only swallowed her a minute ago. Besides, she agreed to do this.”

“Daaarliiing! How could you?!”

“Sorry, Mammon,” she called, not sure how well her voice could be heard through Beel’s flesh. “I’d say this is what you get for walking around with me despite me asking you not to, you’re the one who gave him the idea.”

Beel nodded happily. “Thanks, Mammon!”

“Gggrrr! Now I have to compete for this too?! This sucks!” Mammon scratched at his hair in frustration, scowling off to the side. He’d seen the looks on his brother’s faces; he should have seen this coming. It was only a matter of time before the others would try and get a taste as well. He sighed, crossing his arms. “Whatever, I was still your first. Oi, Beelzebub, you better cough her up by dinner, and I’m not letting you have her back today.”

Beel nodded. “Fine.”

Darling rolled her eyes at Mammon’s dramatics.

The door clicked shut again a moment later, Mammon no doubt going back to his own room to sulk.

“Sorry about him.” Darling said, patting the side of Beel’s stomach.

He laughed, patting back on the same spot. “It’s fine.”

Darling resumed her petting, and Beel sunk back further, closing his eyes with a smile to better enjoy the feeling. They’d stay like this until it was time for dinner. He was looking forward to the thought of eating, but he couldn’t help but wish all food would make him feel this way. Now that he knew what it was like to be full, there was no way he was letting this be the last time.

#soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #same size vore #shall we vore #male pred #female prey #vore writing #vore talk #darling words

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bnhavibes · 5 years ago

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hhihihi!!! i saw your requests were open and i was wondering if you could do a Midoriya one where the two of them are like,,, perfect for each other. they both ramble a lot and are anxious often and have a lot of similar habits and mannerisms. only difference is Midoriya is pining super hard for them, and they’re pretty oblivious to it no matter how hard he tries to make them realize he has a thing for them. everyone else can tell BUT them. is this too specific? maybe. sorry lol! 💕💖

If there’s anything more envigorating than training with your classmates, it’s socializing with your classmates! You, Class 1-A, some kids from 1-B, and a handful of some support class students all planned a hangout in the common room for Game Night.

Of course, the Bakusquad teams up with Bakugou, Kirishima, Ashido, and Kaminari on one team and the 1-B kids on the otherside; Kendo, Shinsou, Monoma and uh oh—

“My, my, it seems one of our classmates would rather study than participate in this silly game night!” Monoma chorted obnoxiously. “I always knew our class was much more responsible and—”

“SHUT YOUR DAMN TRAP YOU BIT—” Bakugou exploded, but his shrapnel was covered by Kirishima’s hands over the angry hedgehog’s mouth; Arms wrapped around and over his shoulders to keep Bakugou in place, Kirishima laughs a bit awkwardly.

“What out buddy Bakubro over here means you bit-ter bring your A-games! Heh,” He says, squeezing a struggling Katsuki while he growled and kicked around. “We might wipe the floor with ya.”

“What about Midoriya? Where did he go?” Yao-momo asked, hope hanging on her tongue.

It was obvious (only to you) that the beautiful girl had a crush on your crush. And it made you even more discouraged, knowing that such a socialable and outgoing girl would win Deku’s heart before you could even try!

You knew where he was though, you saw him sneak away with a huge flush on his face after talking to Yao-momo. You had texted him wondering where he was going and he said he had to study for his internship. The thought of the two chatting made your nervous tick activate, your leg bouncing rapidly on your seat’s footrest. You couldn’t help but blush a look down at your hands, thinking that people would notice.

You thought, and second guessed, about the outfit you chose for tonight; a pair of black soffe shorts(the comfortable kind that dancers exercise in), a very baggy and black low v-neck top with over-the-shoulder short sleeves made of polyester. Of course you had a pair of black ruffles ankle socks, but you didn’t bother with slippers since the floors were always clean.

You bring out your journal, writing and doodling on the countertop. while you sat on a barstool, the game systems were set up and snacks were being heated/cooked in the oven and prepped onto the countertop. A good amount of time passed when they finally got it all done.

Your distracting thoughts ease your shaking a little, but it fires back up when you hear somebody respond to Momo;

“Oh! I forgot to say, Yao-momo, maybe ask (Y/Nn)-chan, you know how those two are, hehehe.” the ‘Alien Queen’ retorted as the festivities had already begun.

Pink coated the tips of your ears, dusting across your cheekbones when Momo’s eyes meet yours as you look over in their direction. A warm smile stretches across her face, earning a gulp from you. The lump in your throat disappears as she approaches you, and places a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, (Y/N), you and Midoriya-kun are friends. I noticed he was acting funny earlier, but he wouldn’t tell me what was the matter and left. Would you min—”

You didn’t let her finish as a “I’ll go grab him!” sped out of your mouth, collecting your phone and journal as you raced to the elevators. Relieved to be out of the big crowd, you let out a deep exhale as the elevators ascends. Deku wouldn’t tell Momo what was wrong, so it was up to you as his best friend to figure it out.

You clentched your phone and journal in your hands, shaking a bit with every step towards his room. Soft japanese lofi hiphop playing from behind his door, making your anxiety skyrocket.

“Here we goooo—” You raise your hand to knock, “—OOH GOD. Oh goddddgod god!! I have to talk to Deku, and what if hes alone?! What if he doesn’t wanna see me? Did I make him upset?? Hmm, well he always feels better when bringing up All Might. Maybe I could go grab some movies and come back or..” You rambled on and on, talking to nobody but an empty hallway. In your daze, the door began to creep open.

You started taking notes, marking pros vs cons of talking to Deku right now. Mumbling something or other when a small squeak distracts you.

“U-Uh-uuHuh, he-hey there, (y/n)!!! Eh, wha—why aren’t you enjoying game night? Did somethi-

“DEKU! Oh— Hi, well you, aheh! uHmM What! No, I— I, I wanted to— oh geez, your room smells so good! Are you making cookies or something?” You blush profusely, biting your lip to stop your damn tongue from speaking.

His own blush flares up, backing up a bit and opening an arm to welcome you in as he looks harshly away from you, frozen in a flinch and sweat beginning to build on his forehead. He was in a pair of black joggers, a plain white v-neck on his torso and the bracelet you got him for his 18th birthday.

“I was just warming up some cookie dough, I, I know you’re not supposed to eat it uncooked but— It tastes g-good so.” He strays off, touching every other thing and making sure it was perfectly placed; a common occurance in his room.

A giggle escapes your lips, breaking a few layers of the awkwardness, and bringing a brighter hue of pink on his cheeks as you made yourself comfortable on his bed. It wasn’t noticed by you, but you were distracted by a gut feeling that you couldn’t ignore.

“D-Deku?” You squeak, nerves choking you up.

He looked over at you from his place on the floor, he was on his knees looking for a book in his bedside table’s drawers. “Ye-Yeah?”

“Do you actually have something to study, or is there something w-wrong? Yo-You can tell me— I wouldn’t tell a soul, I, I swear on it.” You say with a brave smile, clutching your journal to your body as you sat with your knees on the mattress

“Did Yaoyoroza put you up to this? I— I already told her it’s n-not worth worry-ING! UUHhhhHhh (Y/N)!! Y-Your, uhh— I!” He slaps a hand over his eyes and runs himself to his closet, blindly grabbing what seems to be a pair of sweats and holding them out at you with a shaking hand.

“W-What’s this?” You ask, eyes widening when you look down at your legs to see what made him react like that. A tear along the back side of your shorts had begun to spread from; The tight material usually form-fits itself around your “thicker” thighs and buttocks, but you must have caught them on your stool when sliding down and off it. (You’re short, so just stepping off high barstools will never happen).

“Th-Thank you!” You squeal, snatching the material out of his hands and slipping them on, and to your surprise— they fit! Even around your wider hips, tho your waist wasnt much smaller than his, the hem hanging a bit low, exposing about an inch of your lower torso(upper pelvis/low tummy and hipbone area).

“Is it okay now?” Midoriya asked. He looked so cute with his hand over his eyes, the prominent blush now being observed and imprinted in your mind.

You couldn’t help but reach out to touch his face, wanting to trace your fingers across every freckle that sprinkled across his person. Though, before you could reach his skin, he peeked through the cracks of his fingers; The heat becoming unbearable, and now your own body felt hot.

“(Y/N)...” He spoke softly, as if he was realizing something, removing his hand slowly. You were frozen in front of him; both visibly trembling, both staring into the eyes of your crush, both anxiously determining the next step.

You gulped harshly as he took in your appearance, subconsciously licking his lips as his eyes met the harsh grip your teeth had on your bottom lip, stepping forward and —without warning— he swept a strand of hair out of your face, both hands cupping underneath your jawline, and pulled your bodies together by gently tugging you forward and planting a slightly wet, deep kiss on your lips.

Your initial reaction was to freak out, but for some reason his warm hands kept you from falling apart. With your knees buckling, you grab the collar of his shirt, and almost fall into him— But his right hand steadied you, his calloused fingers pressing into your barely exposed lower back a bit, your bodies now insepedable as he continues to kiss you slowly but so deeply you thought he had some type of soul-sucking Quirk that happens when he kisses people.

After what felt like a life time, though it must have been 2 minutes, his lips leave yours. The absence of his mouth leaves you with a pout, but when your eyes flutter open you find he has a sweetest look in his eyes as he worriedly furrows his brows.

“S-Sorry, was that o-okay?” He asked, neither of you moving an inch.

“Does that mean yo-you like me?”

He chuckles, making your heart flutter. “I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you, (Y/N).”

HNNNNGGF I HOPE U LIKEd THIS I KNOW IT WASNT EVERYTHING U ASKED FOR BUT AKAOXOISOSD

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vanchlo · 5 years ago

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The Assistant / Chapter Twenty Two, “Don’t Let Me Go”

Hi!!!! Wow, long time no see. Somehow the writing bug bit me again and I finished up this chapter. I hope to post some another one for you guys soon, but (as you know) unfortunately I don’t know. Life has just been so busy the last few years and writing hasn’t been interesting to me or it’s just dropped as a priority. There are no words for how sorry I am to leave you guys hanging with this story.... I hope I can keep posting chapters for you guys, even if it’s off and on. I hope that some of you are still around and will see this chapter, and that you’ll like it. I’d love to hear what you think :)

“Y-you did all of this?” I ask, pointing at the food, the streamers hanging from the ceiling, my favorite music falling from the speakers, my favorite foods donning the tables in the corner, and so on and so forth.

“Who d’ya think did it?” he laughs, giving me a fake glare. I barely have time to laugh with him when people start clinking their solo cups with plastic spoons and shouting “speech, speech, speech” over and over with their eyes on Harry.

I find myself chanting along with them as his cheeks fill with the color of roses. “Alright, alright, calm down ya crazy lot,” he shouts, dimples drilling into his cheeks as he uses his arms to tell them to quiet down. “I didn’ really prepare a speech, but fine, I guess you lot will get one. Fuck, where do I even start?” he titters, and so does everybody else at his choice of words.

Briiiiiiing!

“Styles and Lawson, this is Rebecca,” I chime, finding it hard to hold in a sigh as I play the fake cheerful card. And boy do I try to believe it, too.

"Hi yes, I’m calling about . . . ,” the shrill voice belonging to an old granny spills into my ears. I grudgingly reply and transfer them to the right department that they should have called in the first place. Sigh.

My fingers return to the keyboard of my laptop and glide across the keys. I pick up where I left off from the middle of the sentence. The sentence I was interrupted in the middle of.

“I need copies o’ these,” a voice rasps, before I hear a definite clud. I look up to find a pair of tired green eyes belonging to Harry. They disappear in a flash when he turns his back, walking away without another word. With a huff, I reach over to grab the small stack of law books and documents, post-its spanning the color of the rainbow sticking out to mark pages.

Beep.

I tap my finger along the screen, first entering Harry’s code. Welcome, Harry, it reads. I press OK and ignore the many options, and instead select Copy. After selecting what I need, I tap the green button and wait for the whirring of the printer.

Ten minutes and many copies later, I plant the last post it on a stack of copies of Chapter 10 from Law’s Empire. After rearranging the stacks in alternating directions in one big stack, I settle the hefty pile in my arms before turning around.

I nearly lose it when I turn around. Harry stands mere inches in front of me, floating into the room unannounced like a ghost. And in my fright, my arms do a weird thing out of my control. In staggering slow motion, dozens upon dozens of papers jump into the air.

Suddenly, my vision speeds up to the present. I groan loudly at the mess of papers lying on our feet all over the floor.

“‘m sorry, didn’ mean t’ scare ya, love,” Harry comments softly. He falls to his knees as he gathers a handful of paper. “Here, lemme help you.”

“I’m fine, I got it,” I reply, grabbing a piece of paper with an orange post-it. “Did you need something?”

“What?”

“Well, you were standing two inches away from my face when I turned around. It kind of implies that you need something,” I say, starting to recognize some similar papers. I begin to make stacks of the familiar pages.

Law’s Empire. A History of British Law. Pages from a file on somebody named Harrows.

The reason is fleeting me, but I look up briefly to find his head bent down as he gathers papers together in a uniform stack. The pause rouses him and he looks up too. I tear my eyes away after only a few seconds of eye contact. A chilling silence fills the space between us, often interrupted by the sound of shuffling paper and the almost quiet ticking of the clock.

Maybe minutes later, my five stacks are growing higher along with his. I start to see the tile floor that I had forgotten was there.

“I wanted t’ talk t’ you.”

“Of course,” I almost retort in a mutter, setting aside a copy of page 489 from The Infamous Case.

A syllable falls from his lips, but it stops there and I try to ignore it.

The stack for Dallow vs. Emprise Inc. has nearly doubled in size by the time he speaks again.

“Why can’ we talk ‘bout what happened?”

“Because, Harry, there’s nothing for us to talk about,” I answer, picking up copies from the Harrows stack and clinking them against my thighs to straighten them out.

“Becks,” he almost pleads by the sound of it, and it catches my attention. I’m coming to hate that name, with how much it’s been battered and abused.

“It’s over, Harry, just drop it. Please.”

“No, I don’ wanna drop it, Becks. ‘s not over.”

After sorting through a good two dozen papers I pick up another, leaving only a handful or so left. Thank God, then maybe I can get out of here.

“Yes, it is, Harry. Stop it.”

“Why?” he retorts through gritted teeth.

He pushes his stacks into the middle.

“Because it was over the second you didn’t try to give me the benefit of the doubt,” I say curtly, staring down at his messy stacks that I combine with mine. Throwing caution out the window, I put them all into one stack that I hug to my chest as I get to my feet.

Finally, I meet his eyes as our shoes squeak against the tiles. He stands between me and my way out. A synonym to sadness tugs at his eyes. His red rose lips pout out of the corner of my eye.

The door clicks behind me with a definite thud as I make my escape.

I have to push away my disappointment when I don’t hear the clud of his footsteps coming after me.

It pains me to wrap my fingers around that handle. I feel a pang seeing his desk and all of his familiar furniture and books. It hurts, even more, to look at his leather couch and see where we sat at each end on late nights. Boxes of takeaway and empty beer bottles would sit on the carpet nearby. Our laughs floating around the room and filling the empty cracks in the walls. And the empty parts of my heart. Maybe even his.

My feet hardly budge from his doorway. I drag them across the room and over to his desk. My eyes land on the scattered mess atop it. Papers. Empty mugs. Forgotten pens. Hastily written notes. I juggle the stack of papers back and forth, trying to find an empty space for them where they won’t get lost. My eyes catch the dark wooden frame beside his phone. His dimpled cheeks and sparkling eyes smile at me from a picture. Next to the excited smile and fake blonde head of hair called his girlfriend. Amber.

“I coulda taken those,” a voice speaks from behind me. I jump at the sound of his voice. Once again, it’s as if he floated into the room without a squeak.

Gulp.

I pick a spot and drop the papers there. Turning around, her perfect smile and perfect face stare at me out of the corner of my vision. Touching my hair nervously, I find him standing in his doorway looking lost. Nervous. A question sits on his face. The way he looks at me is as if he wishes for me to answer it. I look down quickly as thoughts storm through my brain. I strive for the calm after the storm, and I know the only way that’ll happen.

I lift my head, and it finally feels clear for a moment. I meet his eyes and nervously lock gazes.

“Consider this my two week’s notice. I’ll help you find a replacement for me. I’ll train them in and I’ll finish up what I’m doing, but then I’m gone,” I announce suddenly. I wish for my voice to sound balanced and confident, but I’m almost sure it’s the polar opposite.

His eyebrows raise as if controlled by a puppeteer, and his jaw drops nearly in sync. No words fall from his mouth, but I see question after question blossoming behind his big eyes.

The storm behind mine rages and howls as I walk past him. Now it’s my turn to float away like a ghost. If only I could turn invisible, too. And maybe haunt a person or two, like a certain somebody’s girlfriend.

The rest of the week drags on slowly. Rain plagues the city and puddles litter the sidewalks everywhere I go. I count the days until I can leave and call this time in my life a stupid mistake of the past. But the days can’t go fast enough, and with the incessant rain, they only seem to go by slower. The jumbled mess in my head only grows worse, too. The dread. The slight excitement. The relief. The confliction. The sadness. The feeling of being lost. The wondering of what the hell I’ll do next.

Another storm rumbles overhead amidst the beeps and whirring of the elevator. Finally, the red number reaches 17 and the silver doors part. I’m bombarded by the sounds of the seventeenth floor. Chatter. Typing. Phones ringing. It’s not long before it blends into the background, just like any other day.

One week down, one left to go. My Monday is slow and I’m quickly reminded of my restless sleep from the night before.

Caffeine is my saving grace throughout the day that seems like it’ll never end. First, the copier won’t work. Then I get an earful from some stranger on the phone. Next, I realized I forgot my lunch at home. To top it all off, Harry is in a disastrous mood. This last one is by far the worst as if the others weren’t bad enough.

“Wha’s this I hear ‘bout you hangin’ up on people?” a voice rasps from behind me. The four numbers unique to me show on the screen of the kiosk before I hit enter.

“I’m on my lunch break, I’m not working right now,” I reply, walking away and towards the fridge with the hopes I’ll find something forgiving there.

“I don’ care if yer on yer lunch break, or if yer off for tha day. I wann’ talk t’ you,” Harry retorts. I resist rolling my eyes at his remark as my eyes search the shelves of the fridge. The barren shelves.

“Then what do you want?” I huff, turning to face him as the refrigerator door closes with a soft thud.

“First, yer hangin’ up on people, then sumbody called t’ tell me that ya messed up their appointment with me, and lastly I still haven’ gotten tha copies I asked for at nine this morning?” he continues, holding out his ringed fingers and using them to count. He holds up three of his fingers and waves them in the air. As if I don’t know how to count, too. “What, are ya tryin’ to make yer last two weeks hell for tha both of us?”

“No.”

“Well, it sure fookin’ seems like it. What, have ya just given up halfway in? Ya still got anotha week left ya know, a week that still requires you t’ do yer job. And train yer replacement in, but ya seemed t’ forget that part haven’t ya, considerin’ ya’ve still failed t’ find one?” Harry goes on, poking at the ticking time bomb inside of my chest. The anger pumping through my veins goes a little quicker with every word that falls from his lips.

“Fuck off,” I tell him, pronouncing every syllable clearly and slowly.

His green eyes expand in a second flat and instantly regret fills me with a sick feeling. But then the anger returns and my heart starts racing.

“Excuse me? What makes ya think ya can talk t’ me like that? ‘m still yer boss, don’ bloody forget that,” Harry says, his voice rising as he wags a finger at me. Annoyance and anger knits his eyebrows together.

Fear surges into my veins and suddenly I’m tired. My stomach growls, yelling at me to feed it so it won’t be empty anymore. But I couldn’t find five minutes this morning to order something, and I’ve had enough of the rain that the last thing I want to do is step back into it before I absolutely have to.

“Please, just stop. I’m sorry, okay?” I sigh, my voice threatening to break on the last syllable. Suddenly, his features soften and the real Harry peaks out at me from the cracks.

“Becks, I’m sorry, too. I know ‘s not an excuse, but ‘ve been having a hard time lately. ‘s been so hard t’ try and find a replacement tha’s even half as good as you. I jus’ wish we could talk ‘bout this more, and that you could stay. Please, Becks, ‘ll do anything,” Harry says quietly. His voice leaks of pleading and honesty - two things I haven’t seen in a long time.

My shoulders threaten to fall with a loose shrug, but I stop them before they can. I gulp past the knot in my throat and force myself not to give in. A flicker of movement behind him catches my eye, and I look over briefly to see what it was. The door opens and in walks Asher with two brown paper bags clutched in his hands and a question painting his face.

“No, Harry. My mind is made up, I’m leaving. I spoke with somebody who sounds like they’d be a good fit - she’s coming in tomorrow,” I say softly, defeat tugging at the corners of my voice but the edge sticks. And so does my decision.

I walk away after the last word hits the air before he can say anything else. The smell of greasy fish and chips tempts my taste buds as I near Asher.

He flashes me a small smile before whispering, “are you okay?” as he turns to follow me out the door. I nod ‘yes’ and take the bag he holds out towards me.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

A microwavable cup of oatmeal. Picking titles off Harry’s bookshelves and making copies at his request, over and over. Then putting them back where they were, in alphabetical order by title. Picking up his newest dry cleaning. Taking care of his shopping lists. The next mornings consisted of this. Oh, and ordering take away because guess who was too busy again to make herself lunch?

“Hello, is anybody home in there?” somebody says. I jump a few inches off of my seat and jerk my head up to see who’s talking to me. Harry. With his large hands resting on the edge of my desk. Wrinkling papers and pushing things around. “You okay, love? You look a little down, and tired, and-.”

“Okay, I get it. I don’t look the best. Noted,” I reply, looking away from him and to my computer.

“I-I didn’ mean it that way . . Really, are you sure yer okay, Becks? Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything is fine, thanks.”

“Okay, if you insist,” he replies. He finally lifts his hands from my desk and makes it look like he’s going to leave. But he doesn’t. He continues to stand there and look at me, awkwardly.

“Um, can I help you with something?” I ask him, holding my hand out before I rest my chin in my palm.

It takes him a short moment to collect his thoughts. But then after looking around mindlessly his eyes return to me. “Ya know if ya need a letter of recommendation or something, I’d be glad t’ write one for ya. Unless ya’ve already found a job and ‘m saying this kind late . . I mean if yer looking for another personal assistant job which whoever that’s for they’re tha luckiest in tha world,” Harry goes on. He talks like he’s never going to stop, but I wouldn’t put it past him. “Have ya already found a new job?”

“No, I uh haven’t. But I’m working on it,” I reply. I awkwardly meet his eyes that gently look back into mine. An unwelcome thought creeps in through a crack in my reserve, and there I am feeling the weight of its words.

If only things could always be easy like this and he could be easy like this then I wouldn’t be looking for another job. But they’re not.

“Good. ‘m sure you’ll find something great, whatever it is ya choose. Anybody will be lucky t’ have you,” he rambles on quietly. The tension in the air grows and I suddenly wish this conversation was over minutes ago. “Ya wouldn’ ever go and work for Tomlinson or the bloody Scotts-.”

“No no, of course not. I’d never do that to you,” I reply quickly. A quick smile flashes across his face and a blush pinches his cheeks.

“Yeah yeah, I know. I didn’ want it t’ seem like I thought you would, but-.”

“I know, Harry. It’s ok,” I tell him softly. Now it’s my turn to smile, or the best I can try.

“Y-you’ll be ok?” Harry says slowly, thumbing at his bottom lip. The question catches me off guard, and I look away from the feeling in his eyes. I can’t handle it. This is already hard enough, and the two weeks isn’t even up.

I clear my throat and pull my head back up to look at him. I nod at his question and his head moves a little too. He bites at his bottom lip and turns his eyes away.

“You have an appointment later with Judge O’Connell at 3, and then the new prospect, Amelia Jones, should be here in fifteen to interview,” I say quickly so as to avoid any more sappy talk. But I quickly regret it, because knowing Harry it’ll be another few days until another moment like this.

And I only have six left, counting today. Six days to figure everything out, and to let him go. As if I could do that.

“So. . ,” he rasps as the hum of the heating fills my ears after the previously incessant chatter.

“What?” I ask softly, tearing my gaze from the wall to Harry’s inquisitive eyes that search for mine.

“What did ya think of her?” he continues, speaking with his expressive eyebrows that climb up his forehead. The pen in his hand ventures out towards me in question before it returns to its stay between his teeth.

“She was good, probably the best one yet,” I admit hesitantly, looking down at my clipboard holding an interview sheet similar to the one in his lap. She checked nearly all of the boxes, and the one’s she missed were miniscule. Insignificant. She’s damn near perfect. I hate it.

“She was better than good, she was bloody great,” he nearly sings with a giddy smile, and I find it tugging at my heart. I shouldn’t feel resentment and jealousy when I’m the one choosing to leave, but this whole situation is wrong and nontraditional so what’s one more thing then? “I think ‘ll hire her. What d’ya think?”

“Go ahead, you’re the boss,” I reply, standing from my chair and stretching my arms above my head. Images of her flame-like curls pop into my head along with her piercing jade eyes and beautiful laugh that put a spark in Harry’s eyes.

“Becks,” Harry begins as I shake my head with the hopes the motion will break up the unpleasant thoughts enough to make them turn into dust and blow away. And maybe to get him to stop calling me that, too. If only it were that easy. “I want yer opinion. If ya don’ think she’s good enuff, tell me.”

“She’s great, Harry, she’s more than good enough. She said so herself that she’s willing to learn and has some similar job experience. I’ll give her a call and tell her she can start training tomorrow,” I respond, turning my head to meet his eyes briefly before I head for the door and out of this painful moment.

“Ya know, you can still change yer mind . . ,” he blurts, his words rooting me to the spot but persuading me to do the opposite.

“Harry, please don’t. What’s done is done.”

“We can still talk ‘bout this,” he starts, but I don’t let him finish.

“No, we can’t,” I retort, whipping around to meet his eyes begging for mine. “And you know exactly why, Harry. It was your choice, not mine.”

If he said something, I didn’t hear it. I’m passing the threshold and out the door before he has the chance to speak and before I have the chance to. There’s so much I want to say, but I don’t know if I’ll ever know how to.

Beep.

The elevator climbs another floor and when I look up I’ve arrived at floor 17, for the last time. My first time being just a few short months ago, although it’s felt far longer. Nothing has really changed besides the newness of the place fading away, and the redhead standing at my desk that’s almost her’s.

I walk to the break room to clock in for the last time. I hear voices spilling out of the cracked door before I even enter.

“I think she’s the longest one he’s kept around,” a man’s voice remarks.

“I’m glad he got rid of her, or whatever happened, ‘cuz this new one’s much better looking. I wouldn’t blame him if he slept with this assistant for real this time, heck maybe I will even,” his friend snickers beside him, their backs to me as they drop sugar cubes into their cups of tea with laughs.

“What, ya mean he didn’t sleep with this one already?” the first bloke asks with a soft laugh. The stirring of their spoons fills the short silences between their gossiping.

“No, he didn’t,” I announce loudly, and I watch one of their teas fall over and begin to coat the counter they stand at. They both face me with a “deer in the headlights” look before moving their feet as fast as they can to leave the scene of the crime.

“Ignore them,” a voice says behind me, and who I find to belong to my nearly only friend here.

“Easier said than done,” I reply, following him to the kiosk to clock in.

“How ya holdin’ up?” Asher asks, looking behind me after he puts his code in.

“I couldn’t even tell ya,” I confess as I punch my number in for one of the last times. I bring my eyes to meet his and I feel my lip wobble when our eyes connect.

He reaches out and wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his side.

“Come on now, don’t start crying because you’ll miss me too much,” he jokes as I nuzzle my head into his chest, my arms winding around his taut middle. I laugh with him as I swipe at a tear on my cheek.

“You’re the only one I’ll miss,” I tell him, looking up to find his eyes that are somewhere up there at the top of his lanky body.

“We both know that’s not true,” he whispers with a flick of his brow. I nod and return my cheek to his chest and give him a squeeze. “Go get ‘em, Tiger,” are the last words I hear from him with a wink and a toothy grin. Oh, Ash, what would I do without you?

“Good morning, Ms. Holte,” somebody says as my fingers leave the handle of the break room door.

“Oh hi, Amelia. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Becky?” I reply casually as I meet the eyes of Amelia Jones.

“Yes yes, of course, I’m sorry uh, Becky,” she says nervously, stumbling over her words and nearly her feet as we walk to my desk.

“It’s okay. How are you this morning? Do you think you’re almost ready to take over for me on Monday?” I ask her with a teasing tone, even though it’s the plain truth and a hard one to swallow.

“I think so, I just hope I can do as good of a job as you, Becky,” she replies with a sugary sweet smile.

I thank her before we start our day with her sitting at the desk and me sitting at the side now because this is how it’s going to be from now. I still can’t get used to it, even if all but a few of my personal effects are now replaced with her own. I gulp before forcing a smile and letting her begin.

“Lookin’ great this morning, ladies,” a familiar raspy voice chirps and I look up to see Harry coasting on by with a wink. I hope Amelia can get over her little crush before Monday because God knows that isn’t going to bode well. I should know.

Mid morning I take a tea break as well as an Amelia break, because God, how can somebody be that happy all of the time? I drop a couple of sugar cubes into my tea and stir the spoon around, hearing its clinking and scraping as another sound interrupts my thoughts.

“Are you actually getting sad about leaving this job finally? I thought this was something you’ve wanted for a long time,” Asher’s sunshine voice mumbles from the doorway as he closes the door behind him.

“Yes and yes,” I reply with a small laugh and return my eyes to my cup of light brown tea.

“Ah, I knew it,” he responds, pointing a finger at me. He stops in front of me and leans against the countertop, looking around and behind him nervously. Asher wrings his hands together and nibbles his lip, things I’ve only seen him do when he has something on his mind.

“God, can’t anybody around here act normally today?” I huff before taking a cautionary sip, but it’s still too hot to drink quite yet. “I swear, Amelia is acting even more weird than usual. She kept having me help her with copies and scans, even though she nailed that the first day here, and then was talking secretively to Harry a lot. Then there’s Harry and Myles acting weird, I mean even Jennings is being nice to me today, and then there’s you acting like you’re being watched by the cops.”

“I am not acting weird!” he protests with a funny look, but I think we both know I don’t believe him for a second.

“Whatever, I’ll find out why soon enough,” I say, taking my cup of tea and leaving the breakroom to continue supervising Amelia even though she’s nailing every part of the job and she hasn’t even officially started. I’m not even gone from this job yet and I’m being shown up by my replacement. Ugh.

“Hey, Becky? . . Becky?” a voice speaks, interrupting my daydreaming.

“Uh yeah?” I say, spinning around to find Amelia standing in front of the desk. Now her desk. Her bangs crowd her eyes as she tightens the bow on her waist tying her wrap around violet dress that hugs her in all of the right places. She even has a better body than me, what the fuck.

“I uh t-told the client coming at noon that we’ll go a-and wait for them in the conference room, so um if you’re ready . . ,” she trails off, not knowing what to say next because she can hardly get out a full sentence as it is.

“Uh yeah, sure let’s go,” I say, getting to my feet. “There should be some notepads and pens in there. We’ll just do a preliminary consultation with them to see what kind of representation they would need from Harry, and also if their case would be up his alley,” I explain, and she nods fast as if I’ve already explained this before.

As she leads me away from the desk and down the hallway towards the conference room and the offices, I rack my brain wondering if I’ve already told her this. I’ve done this annoying repeating thing before already, and it’s embarrassing enough when she tells me that she knows because I’ve gone over it already. I don’t want it to happen again, especially in front of a client. I don’t know why I’m worrying about it anyways when it’s my last day here, I mean-

Amelia interrupts my inner monologue when she opens the door to the dark conference room and suddenly the lights turn on as the rest of my senses are bombarded.

“Surprise!” a mix of voices shout at me, freezing me in place. “Happy going away party, Becky!” my coworkers continue as they throw their arms in the air, confetti blowers popping, kazoos kazooing, and party hats atop their heads.

My mouth opens as if to speak, but the words run away from me as my cheeks pinch with a smile. “Oh my- I don’t know what to say. Um, wow thanks, everybody!” I beam with excitement and am suddenly overwhelmed with hugs from everybody and anybody from the firm - people I don’t think I’ve ever seen and others who I didn’t like and who didn’t like me, including “deer in the headlights” guys from this morning.

“I’m sorry, I hated to keep it from you, but I promised,” Asher says, finally coming to my rescue with a drink he shoves into my hand as he wraps me up in a warm hug.

“It’s okay, Ash, I guess I can let you off the hook,” I laugh as I hug him back.

“I’m really gonna miss you, ya know. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this shithole without you,” he continues, giving me a kiss on the head.

“Awww, Ash, don’t make me start crying again.”

“I know, I’m just so good at it,” he giggles with a wobbly voice, and I laugh too.

“Go have something to eat, but not that Jello salad Bitchy Trishie from IT brought. It’s probably poisoned with her spit or something,” he teases, and I smack his arm playfully as he walks away sticking his tongue out at me.

I laugh softly to myself before taking a drink from my cup of fruit punch, looking around at everybody milling around. Eating free food. Hugging one another. Laughing with each other. Talking with people they say they hate. And signing the poster board on the table by the food, writing fake messages to me that I’ll most likely read only once or never. I tsk when I see one of the most gossipy girls signing it, but as I turn my head to look away my vision is blessed with that of something else.

My lips spark with an instant smile that outdoes my surprise of just a few minutes ago. He sees me just a few seconds later, and a smile tugs his lips upwards effortlessly.

“What d’ya think, did I do a good job?” Harry asks as he stops in front of me, holding his arms out and my jaw drops in astonishment.

“Who d’ya think did it?” he laughs, giving me a fake glare. I barely have time to laugh with him when people start clinking their solo cups with plastic spoons - it’s an even more annoying sound than you would think - and shouting “speech, speech, speech” over and over with their eyes on Harry.

Harry thumbs at his bottom lip as he stares off into the distance before his eyes float over to me and glue themselves there. “Becky, or as I like to fondly call her, Becks, I dunno where to even begin with you, love . . Never have I had a personal assistant like you. No offense to you, Amelia darling, but there’s never been one like you, Becks. Yer one of a kind and nobody could ever replace you. Once again, no offense,” Harry continues, occasionally pointing at Amelia laughing and making her blush up, but nonetheless, she waves him away in response. “There aren’t even words that exist to describe you and how amazing you’ve been t’ me and tha firm, and I know because I went to uni and fucking law school so I know a lotta big words,” insert here a throaty laugh of Harry’s echoed by those of the room’s. “Yer a bloody angel with all the shit you put up with from me, from several coffee runs a day, to grocery runs, to dry cleaning runs, to going down to the creepy ass files room and wading through spider webs to find what I needed for my cases. You were my lucky charm, Becks, you were tha reason I won so many cases, ‘cuz if I didn’t have ya there checking me notes or making sure I did it all right, I dunno where Ida been without you. And ‘s safe t’ say I dunno where ‘ll be without you afta t’day, or tha firm for that matter. So thank you, thank you, and thank you a billion for all that ya did in yer short time here and I wish you tha best in tha future. I know yer gonna do bloody amazing things out in the world, I can’ wait t’ hear all ‘bout ‘em. I hope we’ll see you back out there in our li’l law world soon, I know you’d kill it,” Harry says, his voice cracking in places that pull tears from my eyes and down my cheeks. “I don’t care what any o’ these idiots say, ‘cuz nobody’s gonna miss you as much as ‘ll miss you,” he ends with tears threading through his words, jolting his voice to a stop.

The tears welling in his glassy eyes finally topple over and land on his cheeks, just as he steps forward to embrace me in a warm hug. My face goes into his chest and his chin rests atop my head, fitting together perfectly like a puzzle piece as our arms wind around one another. “I meant every word I said, Becks. I hope and pray ya’ll finish up school and fight our fight, cuz I know you’d kill the hell out of it . . If ya do, yer welcome back here, we’d be bloody lucky t’ have ya again. Anytime yer welcome, Becks . . . I really dunno what ‘ll do without ya here, I dunno ‘bout that Amelia . . ‘m so sorry about everything, Becks, you have no idea how sorry I am; it kills me every day,” Harry speaks into my hair, tears strangling his voice every few words. I sniffle against his chest, spilling tears there and he sniffles above me where he too spills them.

“I’m going to miss you more than I’d like to admit,” I confess into the collar of his silky mustard button down. “I won’t miss the midnight texts or 4 coffee runs a day,” I laugh and he does it with me. “Thank you, that all truly means a lot to me, Harry. I wish things didn’t have to end this way either . . but they do,” I finish, pulling away from him and looking him in the teary eyes briefly before severing the pain and wiping away the same from my cheeks.

I wish it didn’t have to be this way, either, but it has to be. But that’s your fault, Harry, not mine.

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dammn-dean · 6 years ago

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Eye Contact - Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2.8k+

Warnings: Small flashback to past trama

Summary: Y/N is new to the Stark Tower, with a complicated past and an interest in the just as complicated friend of Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes.

Read Part 1 here

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Part 2 is here! Slowly we will be finding out what the reader’s past entails, hope you all enjoy. Feedback is much appreciated, also tags are always open! As usual it’s unbeta’d, so mistakes are all on me.

You were still fuming and your brisk walk only slowed once you go to the kitchen by the common area, just long enough to grab a bottle of water and a granola bar to hold over your hunger for now, then you were off again. Once you were in the private space of your room you let out a frustrated groan. You paced for a moment, willing yourself to calm down, you opened up your granola bar and started taking small bites of it. Between the bites of granola you took sips of water and after a moment you felt a bit calmer and a bit embarrassed by your outburst.

You really weren’t in the place to be stirring up trouble or making anyone have a bad idea of you, hell you were alone and if not for Steve and Mr. Stark who knows where you’d be or what you would be doing right now. You sighed at the thought before shaking it off, much like you often did. You decided to go ahead with your shower,hoping it would relax you.

As you washed yourself your mind wandered, probably a little too much. Somehow your once angry thoughts towards Bucky became clouded. You remembered how his body felt against yours when he had you pinned to the ground, you thought about the cool of the metal arm vs the overly warm feel of his flesh one holding your arms above your head. Mixed with the look he was giving you, his steel gaze seemed to never leave your eyes and honestly you weren’t sure how you made it through the session, you held a blush on your cheeks the entire time.

You did your best to be professional and you didn’t think that Steve or even Bucky noticed, but it only made what happened after worst. You didn’t let yourself think about it, something you were pretty good at, avoiding things, just letting the past be the past. Bucky very clearly had an issue with you and you weren’t sure why but you knew you had to get yourself over this and move on from something as juvenile as a crush.

Once you were out of the shower, feeling moderately better about the events that had transpired earlier. You brushed your hair, leaving it to air dry then headed to your dresser for some clothes, before you could settle on what to grab there was a knock on your door. Just a small one, eerily familiar to the one Bucky used this morning to wake you. Your breath hitched but you knew if you waited too long he would walk away, if it was indeed him. You stood a moment, deciding what to do before hurrying to the door and swinging it open.

Your eyes met his always intrusive blue irises, and your heart ached. His normally intense gaze was replaced with a much more somber one, and you noticed how his eyes were flecked with a deeper blue, making them seem more like pools than eyes. You stood there, just gazing into them before you realized you were being overly obvious, you straightened your back and noticed that Bucky still hadn’t moved or said anything. Was he staring into your eyes right back that entire time?

“Bucky?” You saying his name brought him out of the trance he seemed to be in, then his eyes quickly left yours.

Bucky’s eyes widened before he turned around quickly, his broad back to you now. At first you were confused then it dawned on you that you were in just a towel, your cheeks heated up. You remembered the first time Steve had knocked at your door and you opened it in a towel, you would have thought you were completely naked and bare for him to see with the way he reacted. They were born in a different time, a time when women probably didn’t open doors in their towel.

“I uh-” Bucky cleared his throat before continuing. “I just wanted to come and say sorry about earlier. You were right, I shouldn’t speak on things that I know nothing about. I hate when people make assumptions about me, I apologize for what I said.” You saw the weight of what he said to you actually on his shoulders, he seemed to be beating himself up over it.

“Oh, uh, thank you for apologizing Bucky. It’s fine, don’t worry about it okay?” Your hand moved to his back, hoping to relieve some of the tension he was holding.

What you hoped to be a friendly move was apparently far from it. When you touched him he just about jumped out of his skin, apparently being touched wasn’t his thing.

“I am so sorry, I was just trying to-” Your words were quick and frantic. He clearly already didn’t like you and you clearly just made it way worse. You weren’t sure why you were trying to console him, considering he came here to say sorry to you.

Bucky turned his head to the side, “It’s fine, just surprised me is all.” His eyes met yours again, his jaw ticked and you suddenly felt very exposed under the scrutiny of his stare. As much as you liked looking into his eyes, your gaze fell to the ground, it was your turn to feel bad about invading his personal space.

You adjusted your towel, pulling it closer to your body and the movement wasn’t unnoticed by Bucky. You were trying to comfort yourself maybe, or perhaps you were uncomfortable that a strange man with a metal arm was forcing you to talk to him while you were just in a towel. Bucky shook his head, why couldn’t he do anything right?

“Anyway, I just wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier, I need to think before I speak.” Bucky’s back straightened again, facing the wall in front of him.

“Like I said, it’s fine Bucky, really don’t worry about it. I’m sorry for touching you, for startling you.” You smiled at him, even though he couldn’t see your face you hoped he could hear the smile on your voice.

“I think tonight Tony’s going to order in some food for everyone, we’ll all be in the common room like 6 or 7, if you want to join.”

“Oh, yeah okay. I’ll head that way like 6 or so.” You were surprised by the invite, it’ll be your first real dinner in a group since you’ve been here and you were a bit nervous about that.

“I’ll see you later?” He asked, you noticed the tension in his shoulders.

“Yeah, see you tonight.” You didn’t wait for his response before shutting your door and leaning against it, your head hitting the wood with a soft thud.

You kind of just spent the next few hours in a daze, you got dressed in comfy clothes and grabbed your book before heading outside to the balcony to read some, you came back in to browse the internet some more, watched Netflix, trying to catch up on the stuff you’d missed, all while never leaving yourself to your thoughts too much.

Before you knew it it was 5:45, so you stripped yourself of the comfy clothing and decided to wear jeans and plain t shirt. Once you felt satisfied with your outfit, you went to the bathroom and decided to put on a bit of make-up an left your hair alone, it air dried to be a little wavy, you were okay with it. With a small shrug, you decided to head to the common area, this was going to be interesting.

When you opened the door Bucky was there, only this time he was leaning on the wall across from your door, facing you.

He seemed more like his typical self now but he sent you a barely there smile, that mixed with his steel gaze had you swooning. You noticed his hair was in a low bun, kind of wet like he had a quick shower before heading to your room. He wore a plain black t shirt, low slung dark wash jeans with some brown boots. He looked incredible, you wished you would have dressed a little better now.

“Whatcha doing here, Bucky?” You smiled at him before closing the door behind you.

“I invited you to dinner didn’t I? What kind of gentleman would I be if you just met you there?”

You weren’t sure what to say so you just smiled back at him, gesturing that he lead the way. What would he have done if you didn’t head that way until later, it was right at 6. How long had he been waiting for you, or how long was he willing to wait? He confused you to no end.

“Ladies first, doll.” Bucky pushed himself from the wall and signaled you to go ahead of him.

Your stupid heart had to speed up at the fact he called you doll, your brain tried saying ‘It’s probably just something he says to females’, but your treacherous heart still thrummed harder in your chest. You squeaked out something that sounded kind of like “K’, before heading down the hallway. Only a couple steps towards the common room and Bucky was beside you, his long legs making it easy to catch up with you.

He wasn’t sure why he decided to come back down and wait on her for dinner, part of him felt pathetic but she seemed to enjoy the fact that he was there waiting. He felt some weird pull to her and it seemed like the best thing to do, considering he clearly upset her just earlier today. He knew that she had said it was fine, but the response to him calling her some girl had him even more curious about her. What happened that would make her say they aren’t that different? He tried to ask Steve about it after the ear chewing he got from him once Y/N stormed out but of course Steve wouldn’t tell. Steve just told him that you’d only been here for two weeks top and ‘That’s her business Buck, if she wants you to know, she’ll tell you.’ He was half tempted to go find your file and read through it, just so he could know, but that felt like an invasion of privacy and Bucky wasn’t going to do that to her.

“So you’re Steve’s best friend, huh?” Your question interrupted Bucky’s thoughts, but he quickly recovered.

“Uh yeah something like that.” Bucky gave you a nervous smile, were you small talking with him?

“That’s cool, I think it’s great that you two have each other. Steve’s been nothing but nice to me since I got here.”

“That’s Steve for ya.” Bucky wasn’t used to anyone else calling Steve by his first name, normally it was Cap or Captain. He actually couldn’t remember the last time someone else called Steve by his name.

“Why don’t you call him Cap like the others?” Bucky was genuinely curious.

You gave him a big smile, “I don’t know really, guess it never really crossed my mind. After well… everything that happened. How I ended up here and everything, the beginning wasn’t easy. Steve was there for me the whole time and I think someone like that deserves to be a person before anything else, I guess. Calling him Cap seems impersonal to me.” You shrugged, unsure if you even made any sense.

“Why do you go by Bucky? I read that your name is James?” Now it was Bucky’s turn to smile big at you.

“You been doing research on me, doll?” Your feet stopped moving and your mouth fell open, why did you have to ask that question?

“Not really, well I mean kind of, but like not just you. I mean I did look you up specifically but I looked up everyone. Oh god I sound like a stalker.” You cradled your face in your hands from the embarrassment.

Bucky laughed at your reaction, this had to been the most he had smiled and laughed in a long time.

“When I got here I just didn’t know who anyone was, so I ‘Googled’ everyone, cause I might be the only person on the planet who didn’t know who The Avengers were.” You gave him a smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes, and Bucky felt a little bad for pressing.

“You’re speaking to someone who missed out on more than just a few decades worth of stuff, I’ve done my fair share of searching the internet too.” You felt a little better at his admission and also a bit worse, knowing that what he went through must have been actual hell.

But before anything else could be said you were at the common room, there were people bustling around, your gaze drifted along the room seeing Sam, Tony and Steve talking while sitting on the couch. Natasha was talking to Clint in the kitchen, you both nodded at each other, a knowing nod.

More food than you thought even these super heroes needed sat on a long table between the couches, the long table hadn’t been there before. On the smaller couch to the left you saw Vision talking to Wanda, and her eyes immediately felt yours on her, she gave you a smile and a small wave that you returned, ever grateful to her.

“Y/N, this Wanda.” Steve spoke to you softly, knowing you wouldn’t respond but he didn’t want to just leave you in the blue.

You were currently strapped to a table in a foreign place, your brain was foggy and you weren’t sure how you even ended up here.

“This isn’t going to hurt, alright? I’m just going to try and help situate your memories some.” It was Wanda speaking now, you could hear her but what was she talking about?

The next thing you felt was warmth through your body, but at the same time you felt pain, sadness, the feeling of something not being quite right. You let out a loud gasp and the fog over you cleared. Your eyes were frantic, full of memories of your past life. You weren’t sure what was real and what wasn’t, it was all too much for you.

“Where am I? What’s happening?” Your voice was broken.

“Hey, listen to me I’m Steve, Steve Rogers. You’re going to be okay now, this here is Wanda.” He gestured to her and your eyes met hers and she looked tired, Wanda knew that getting through your mind was going to be a challenge but it didn’t stop the fatigue she felt.

“It make take just a little while but I promise you, you’ll be back to normal in no time.” Steve’s voice was so sure, you believed him even in your scared mindset, you decided to believe in Steve Rogers.

“Y/N! Bucky! There you both are.” You were brought out of the memory by Steve’s voice.

“Come, eat, drink, be merry! We got Chinese.” Tony spoke as he stood and smiled before holding his arms out gesturing out to the food.

You let out a laugh, “Does this happen a lot?” You squinted at Bucky.

“All the time.” He smiled back at you, his eyes lingering on yours a moment too long.

Your knees weakened but you quickly recovered and responded to Tony, “Thank you sir, I’m starving!”

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If Kirby ate the Brawlers, what ability would he get?

Brawlers with two abilities separated by slashes indicate if they were inhaled vs if their weapon was inhaled. Brawlers with "ability x or ability y" means I couldn't decide. :p

Shelly: Ranger

Colt: Undecided :(

Spike: Leaf

Bo: Archer

Nita: Animal

Leon: Ninja

Byron: Doctor

Piper: Parasol

Barley: Cook/Burning (Bottle)

Bull: Stone

Bibi: Metal

Crow: Poison

Dyna-Mike: Bomb+Stone (Crystal Shards)

Jacky: Digger

Carl: Cutter

Primo: Suplex

Poco: Festival

Amber: Sizzle Staff

Tara: Magic

Gene: Bubble

Sandy: Sleep

Rosa: Fighter

Bea: Needle

Sprout: Grass

Colette: Copy/Paint (Scrapbook)

Edgar: Fighter/Whip (Scarf. Bonus points if it's Quickdraw Edgar!)

Griff: Bomb

Ruffs: Animal/Laser (Blaster)

Squeak: Water

Eve: UFO/Mini (Eve only)

Pam: Undecided :(

Nani: Plasma

Jessie: ESP

Darryl: Wheel

Penny: Ranger

Tick: Bomb

Mortis: Ghost

Frank: Hammer

Emz: Poison or Artist

Stu: Circus

Janet: Jet

Bonnie: Crash

Max: Hi-Jump

Surge: Laser

Meg: Robobot Armor :p

Mr. P: Bell

Lou: Ice

Gale: Tornado

Brock: Missile

Rico: Ball

8-Bit: Plasma or Light

Fang: Fighter

Lola: Mirror

Ash: Sweep

Grom: Mic

Belle: Beam

Buzz: Mic

#Brawl Stars #Kirby #Starr Crossed #Having extensive knowledge in two fandoms is a gateway to many abilities some people consider to be unnatural. . .#I had an idea for pam but decided against it--#Resisting the urge to cover the skins some of the Brawlers have #lol

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unitedstatesofteddy · 6 years ago

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How to Stop a Ceiling Fan From Making Noise

Ceiling fans are quite important for cooling a house which does not have an AC system. They can also be used to aerate the room as it propels the air in a circular manner. If the ceiling fan makes noise it may be associated with quite a number of reason. The noise is quite disturbing to the ear and may be a cause of distress. It’s important first to know the cause of the noise in order to know how to fix it. Here are a number of causes of noise made by the ceiling fan.

Improper installation

The most common reason for creaking sounds on the fan is improper installation. You need to check if the installation was proper and if there are gaps present in-between the fan and the ceiling as it may be hanging loose. The wiring should not be left out also as the rods and the body of the fan should be tightly screwed. You can refer to the manual to seek guidance on installation or call the company that did the installation for you for a fix. Check this post to learn how to install a ceiling fan correctly.

Dust

Dust is one of the most common reasons of noise associated by the ceiling fan. When the ceiling fan gets dust it makes a wobble or rubbing sound and this may be quite noisy increasing as the levels of dust increase. The way to fix this is by dusting the fan and cleaning it with a duster to remove the dust.

Old Ceiling Fan

One of the common reasons why ceiling fans make noise is them becoming old. No matter how good of a ceiling fan yours is, as with most electronic devices, it will start to loose its ability to function properly over time. If you bought your ceiling fan a few years ago and completely forgot to be updated with modern ceiling fan trends, then this might be the reason why your ceiling fan makes unexpected noise.

If this is the case with your ceiling fan, then we recommend that you buy a decent new ceiling fan from this top ceiling fan picks by A Goodly Home.

Bent fan blades

The blades may bend for a number of reasons creating a wobble and hence creating a rubbing noise. The rubbing noise is by the fan as it propels through the blades that are bent upward or downwards making the fan to lose balance. The way to fix this is to check on the fans blades angle and when you find out if the blade is bent you should bend them on the right angle and if not you have to replace the bent blade.

Moisture in the fan

High moisture levels in the fans motor and may lead to a reduction in its lubrication resulting in a squeaking or grinding noise as the motors teeth grind on each other. The way to fix this is getting rid of the moisture and oil the main shaft as well by use of general purpose lubricating oil. The oil will get into the bearings and hence no more squeaking noises on the fans motor.

Fan component being loose

Improper screwing of a component inside the fan may make a humming, clicking or rubbing noise. One bolt may be loose inside it or it might be slowly unscrewing. This is actually quite dangerous. If you realize this you will have to open up the fan and make sure each screw one by one is tightly secured.

Junction box not being mounted

The junction box is found at the top of the fan and should be well mounted. If you realize a clicking or ticking sound during rotations you should check if it’s well screwed at the top. If you realize this is not the case, you should gear up and screw the box to make sure it is securely fastened.

Fault in electric circuit

The fan, being propelled by electricity, is prone to electric faults. The faults in the electric circuit may cause an electric buzzing sound. This is quite dangerous as it may lead to a blow or an electric fire. The only way to fix this is by opening and inspecting for hitches. Whether the motor is buzzing or not the fault in the electric circuit must be fixed. If this doesn’t, help you need to get a new ceiling fan.

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martinmqzx086-blog · 6 years ago

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Pet Care - How To Get a Tick Off a Dog Nail Care And Tick Removal

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Deer Ticks And Your Dog

Petrolatum sometimes known as "paraffin jelly" or "how to remove a tick from a dog with vaseline" is not taken in by the skin and suffocates the pores. All petrochemicals pollute our water and damage marine life. Preventing them is necessary for the health of human beings, animals, fish, water, land and air.

And he had actually been desperate to discover a flea and tick control to stop all his felines fleas and ticks from living and biting him and his sweetheart! When he had looked online, he said that he had found numerous flea and tick controls for cats that all said they would do the wonder of eliminating all the fleas within a few hours or two, but which ones actually worked? He said that his head hurt from all of them!

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Dog Grooming And Care - How To Get a Tick Off a Dog 5 Tick Removal Tips

Some basics to canine care include providing lots of fresh water, fresh kibble (which needs to be composed primarily of meat active ingredients), providing canine toys (such as pet dog chewies, dog tennis balls, dog yank of war ropes, dog bones, pet dog squeak toys, etc), providing appropriate real estate & linens (such as pet dog homes, dog beds, canine sweatshirts, pet dog booties, etc), and offering lots of animal love and care. It is likewise essential to take your dog to the veterinarian routinely, and keep him approximately date on medicines. Canine rabies shots, canine booster shots, pet flea eliminator, and tick removal dog.

The signs of hairballs in the majority of felines are of your animal coughing and tossing up fur. Some felines will gag without expelling much hair. Some canines will also get hairballs, such as the long haired, little types, like Pomeranian. Hairballs are seldom shaped like balls- How To Get a Tick Off a Dog they are frequently slim and cylindrical, typically appearing like a long sausage.The elongated shape takes place as it travels through the narrow food tube (esophagus) after leaving your feline's stomach, then being transferred on your recently cleaned bed.

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2018 Hyundai Elantra Sport Premium: 4 month ownership review via /r/cars

2018 Hyundai Elantra Sport Premium: 4 month ownership review

After owning my car for 4 months and putting a paltry 3911 miles on her, I figured it was time to give a short real review of my daily driver. I traded in a 2007 Infiniti G35 for this ceramic white Elantra. Would I do it again?

Probably not.

I'd go for the Electric blue with a manual.

I want to cover three subjects, the car, the driving experience, and the dealership experience.

The car.

Drive train - A 1.6L 201hp Engine powers this heavy little thing. At 3104 pounds, it is only 300 pounds lighter than my G35 was. I chose, most likely as a poor decision, the model with the DCT transmission. I have not had a single issue with the DCT overheating or having shifting problems, however most of my driving has been done in colder weather.

Manufacturing Location - I do not know how much of a different the South Korean vs. the Georgia based location makes, however with the car being shipped from overseas the paint was heavily contaminated with particular matter. I am also still having soot / dirt run off from both side view mirrors and other locations on the car. Just a thing to look out for.

Paint - The paint, thus far with michigan roads and road patches, has held up so far in city driving. Upon delivery there was a paint chip on the hood and in side of the door frame. Recently, a spot of paint came off in a very random and weird location. I have no clue how the paint chipped off here, it's still a mystery.

Interior quality - Coming from an Infiniti the interior quality definitely takes a dive. However this is, again, a Hyundai. In the past few thousand miles I have developed a rattle in the front center dash, a weird noise from the driver door, the steering wheel squeaks badly when turnt, and the seat has developed indentations where I have sat. I do not know if these are flukes or poor manufacturing however I have an appointment with the dealership to discuss these issues. The interior plastic also scuffs and nicks easily.

Fuel Economy - Fuel economy in the winter is always poor, and I have been averaging around 23 - 24 city, with around 31 highway in the winter. When it is warmer and above 50 the average fuel economy has risen to around 27 city and 33 highway. Hopefully this continues to improve.

Illumination - The headlights are incredibly bright and clear, much more so than my Infiniti, the DRL's are also a nice touch. And interesting feature is if the hand brake is activated the DRL's turn off.

Cargo Space - It has shopping bag hooks in the trunk, woohoo! Cargo space is adequate.

Audio System - The Premium model has an Infinity sound system. It's uh... okay at best. It does add a little thump in the bass with the sub however the Infiniti with it's stock system sounded much better overall.

BlueLink - By far one of the nicest features is the free 3 years of bluelink. This is handy for remote start, remote lock, location positions, SoS, and car side service. However I really worry about what is being tracked against each user and if they can use that against you for warranty claims. It's also possible they're selling your data of where you go and your age group to marketers. Not the most enjoyable thought out there with always connected cars.

2- What makes a car enjoyable? Is it the driving dynamics, the peace and mind of reliability, the comfort of the interior, or perhaps the raw experience of having to be fully in control to make the most of your vehicle? The Elantra Sport ticks a few of these, but falls short in other. I believe the driving dynamics of the sport model is starkly different from the standard model.

The upgraded suspension, rear independent multi-link in the rear, and larger tires lead to a much more engaging and connected feeling to the road. However, these are not without merits. Upon a 2 hour drive from Michigan to Indiana I had both my parents in my car. My father, being in the front seat, was queasy the entire time and the rear seats were not at all comfortable for my mother. You. Feel. Every. Single. Bump. Whether you like it or not, and being from Michigan you have to constantly dodge potholes and bumps else the ride becomes bothersome.

When the car is cold there is an actual power limiter built into the car, which can be interesting if you need to merge suddenly or accelerate quickly after a cold start. I understand it's bad for the engine and drive train but you can literally floor it and it just... kinda goes.

I think the car is a good daily driver, but it's not a fast daily driver. 201hp is still more than enough for any use, and you can use it all and not have to worry about getting a ticket in everyday use. Plus the exhaust note is so much fun to listen to with the windows down, though it's still present in the car. Nice side note is it's not artificial, it's the actual exhaust.

3- The dealership experience. Let me get this straight, Hyundai needs to fix their dealerships. The experience from the service staff is subpar and at least at my location they do not seem to give a rats ass about any of my problems. I have been told "Oh we probably can't fix that, and we don't have time to go chasing after small issues". This is not how you retain customers and is one of the reasons I would not purchase a Hyundai in the future.

I tried to keep this short but now I need to go join my dad in MHW to take down Nergigante. *Wooooo.

Also, a few images I took so you can see what the car looks like in white without a wash.

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#reddit #autonews #auto #cars

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daidalos-ikaros · 8 years ago

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New Year’s Eve

Characters: Cas x Reader

Summary: You had to do something about your crush, and what other day was going to be better than New Year’s Eve?

Word Count: 1281

Warnings: Super light anxiety (just in case it’s a trigger for you, but it’s just mentioned in a line), light cursing? This is just fluff really.

A/N: Written for @cici0507′s Heaven vs Hell (Christmas Edition) with the prompts “Heaven” and “New Year’s Kiss”. Shoutout to my beta @lauraalla. Also, here’s me, posting a new year’s fic the 25th of January and the deadline for the challenge. Yup. Sorry.

Tags: At the bottom.

“Y/N.” You jumped.

“Shit, Cas, you really gotta stop doing that.” You rested a hand on your chest. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day.”

“I believe that you’re not threatened by a heart disease, neither are you under the risk of it in the future.”

You turned around from your position in front of the mirror to look at him and made a foolish modelling pose.

“Do you like my dress? I’m gonna wear it on New Year’s Eve.” “That’s the matter that brought me here, Y/N: I find myself incapable of understanding this vital importance humans give to New Year’s Eve. I can only see it as the end of a simple unit for time measurement that human race created itself.” You sat on the bed with a deep breath.

“Well, that’s a good question. Look, I don’t think that New Year’s Eve is just about changing the calendar, but about having a night where every person can join and celebrate together… I don’t know… that we’re still alive, I guess. There are tons of New Year’s traditions around the world,” you said, looking art him in the eyes, “and none of them are really for anything apart from having fun, making people laugh and smile. Here,” you said, opening your laptop. “Check this.” You typed «new years eve traditions» and clicked on an —of course— Buzzfeed article while Cas sat beside you on the bed and read over your shoulder.

Without noticing, you spent about an hour reading about Christmas traditions, until Cas asked you, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“What about traditions here?.”

“Well, it’s normal to kiss your significant other when the last second of the year ticks away.” You looked at him while he stood.

“Thank you, Y/N. I think I’m now able to understand New Year’s Eve better.” And with that, he disappeared. You looked at yourself in the mirror again and sighed. He hadn’t given you an answer about your black dress, but the truth was that, never mind what he said, you liked. The tight top went up to your neck, but left your back uncovered almost fully. You still had to set out the bra thing, though. The dress’ skater skirt started from your waist and made it down to the middle of your thighs, and that, added to your heels, made your legs look awesome.

You strill had two days until the 31st, and you only had one more thing to set it all up.

“Guys!” you shouted, entering the library. The three of them were there, Dean almost choking on his beer when you yelled like that, Sam reading and Cas looking at you fixly, as if he knew you were coming. Once you had their attention, you showed them the ticket in your hand. “I got us all a table for the nicest place we have around, so we could go out on New Year’s Eve. Isn’t that great?”

“Really, Y/N?”

“Look, boys, we have the opportunity of going out to a nice place, dress up a bit, spend the night having fun, you know? Things we usually don’t get to do. I’d love for us to go out just this time.”

“I’d like to go,” said Sam, smiling at you.

“Yeah, me too” added Dean, and you looked at Castiel with a hopeful smile.

“Although I don’t understand the urge of going out, I’ll go if it pleases you.” You squeaked.

“That’s awesome! Thank you guys so much! Okay, just don’t wear blood stained stuff,” you said, and you were already exiting the room when you heard them laugh.

It was finally the last day of the year. The brothers had found some nice clothes to wear, and Cas had changed his dress pants for some jeans, he wasn’t wearing his tie or his shirt jacket. You were sure the boys had helped him. You had added a leather jacket and some makeup and heels to your dress, and you were sure you looked positively amazing. After the brothers cheered you up playfully, complimenting your looks, and you did the same with them, you took off. While Dean drove, Cas told you.

“I find your choice of dressing very beautiful, and I understand how it could be sexually arousing.” You laughed loudly.

“You look hot too, Cas.”

The truth was that your long crush on Cas had nothing to do with his looks, but with the fact that he was the one that was always there when you needed someone, and that he had taken the time to learn everything about you, from your favourite Netflix show to the chocolate you loved to eat when you were on your period. He was truly understanding, and you’d tried t be the same friend for him as he was for you, but he had earned his way into your heart as more than a friend.

Anyways, if you finally had the courage to do what you wanted to do, you’d know tonight if he wanted you as a friend or more. You had watched enough films to know that it wouldn’t throw away your friendship, but your anxiety was running though your veins and filling them with fear of rejection. In fact, if it wasn’t for the boys’ praise, you’d be insecure about your dress. You hoped some booze would give you the courage, enough to loosen you up, but conscious about what you were doing.

And that was exactly what happened. After you had dinner —fanciest ever—, you were guided to another room with a bar and music to wait of the end of the year. Your reservations, thanks to Mrs Chapman from Los Angeles, included free drinks, so you asked for two beers for Sam and Cas —although he didn’t get drunk, he discovered he liked the taste of its molecules— and two whiskeys for Dean and you. The obviously sexist bartender looked at you condescendingly when you took yours and drank a bit, as if he didn’t believe you were gonna be able to drink it without fainting. You looked back at him when you took the rest and smiled, feeling the pleasant burn in your throat. You put your glass ion the bar and smiled sweetly.

“Would you bring me another, please?”

Dean laughed out loud and Sam and Cas smirked when you turned at them, dead serious before laughing too.

“Sorry,” you said, between laughs, ”he was challenging me. And I hunt monsters for a living, he ain’t gonna give me any shit tonight.”

After you took your second drink of the night, you all went to a table and spent a good time, dancing, drinking and laughing. By the time the clock ticked 23:55, you were not particularly drunk, but you had a bit less inhibitions, and were a bit dizzier too. You took a champagne flute from a waiter and the four of you looked at the big clock when it showed the last thirty seconds of the Year.

You were gonna do it.

You placed yourself next to Cas, and, when the countdown from ten was starting you forced him to look at you by grabbing his chin. You asked him wordlessly. “Please?”

3…

“Yes, Y/N:”

2…

You crashed your lips with his and he returned the kiss while the last second of the year ticked away.

1…

You heard the shouts of “Happy New Year”, so you stepped away a bit to look at Cas in the eyes while Dean and Sam teased you.

“Happy New Year, Castiel,” you whispered, knowing he’d hear.

Happy New Year, Y/N, and you heard it in your mind.

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