#two games huh??? that’s a pretty awesome haul

[goldensunset]

I GOT THE OG TWEWY WITH YOU SPLATOON 3!!!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY

[dynamightimagines]

simple request. Picture kaminari with a stoic Bf kind of like Todoroki. this is like season 3 and its pretty much the bf asking Kaminari for help decorating his room and making it feel more comfortable. His heart totally skips a beat when his bf says they want his help and no one else.

YESYES HIHI I LOVE THISSSS i hope i do it ok !!

Bedroom Boyfs (Kaminari x Stoic! Male! Reader)

When the dorms were implemented, everyone was excited.

More hangouts with friends! More parties! The opportunity of secret sleepovers that Aizawa totally doesn't know about but doesn't care enough to shut down!

But for now, the hard work of making the dorms to each their own was underway, everyone working hard to bring their beloved items to the rooms, Uraraka helping float any heavier items.

You however, had always had the same room style since you were little, your parents just upgrading the furniture as needed as you grew older. No posters, figures, art, nothing.

Seeing everyone else bringing the items that showed their personality made you feel a bit awkward, having nothing to really bring besides clothes and school necessities since the dorms came pre-equipped with beds, desks, and shelves. One suitcase was all you had.

"Hey!" You hear coming from the doorway to the dorms, just behind you. "Need help bringing anything in?"

Kaminari was holding some type of video game console, the wires of the controllers dangling in his arms.

"No, not really." You pushed out the arm holding onto the handle of the suitcase. "This is all I have."

Kaminari made a face, eyes widening in surprise and confusion as he looked at the one bag you had. "Seriously? That's it?" The one bag you carried looking so insignificant to all the bags and boxes everyone else was hauling.

"Yeah," you shifted the bag in your hands. "I never really collected anything, kinda just focused on school mostly."

Your boyfriend looked shocked, no pun intended. He shifted the things he was carrying into one arm, reaching out and grabbing your suitcase from your hands. "Well, I'm still gonna be ever the gentleman, and take it to your dorm!"

You told him where your dorm was located on the floor and followed him to the door.

"Hey, we're only like two doors away from each other! That's awesome!" Kaminari did a little dance as you located your key and unlocked the door.

Inside was equipped with the basics. A bed, desk, dresser, and chair as is standard for all the dorms. Basic curtains blocked a sliding door to a small patio.

"It's similar to my room at home." You walked in, looking at the simplicity of the room.

"Really?" Denki set your suitcase down by the dresser. "This is it?"

You shrugged, turning back to him. "I guess. Never really was good at decorating."

"Well, we can get help!" Kaminari walked over and slapped a hand on your shoulder. "I know some people here are pretty good at decorating! Let's ask them!"

You two left the room, popping into random rooms to see who had the nicest ones and to ask for decorating advice.

"Okay, so Midoriya is a no go, all he sees fit for a room is anything related to All Might." You two had settled into the main living room, sitting on the couch. " Jiro's room looked really cool so maybe her? It was a bit maximalist though, so maybe Tsuyu? Her room was cute!"

"I want your help."

"Huh?"

Kaminari turned towards you, head tilted, encouraging you to continue.

"I thought about it," You fiddled with your hands, looking down at them. "I'm not comfortable with them creating my living space, I don't know them very well. I want you to do it. You know me, you know what I like, and I trust you."

Denki's face lit up like a christmas tree, small zaps surrounding him. A huge smile grew on his face and he felt like he could run out of breath at any moment.

You only trusted him? You only wanted him to help you create a space that's private for only you?

"Of course, only if you want to." You were looking back at him, your face stoic yet a small hint of apprehension in your eyes, worried for if he might reject your request.

"No, of course!" He jumped in his seat, scooting closer to you and grabbing both of your hands, clasping them in his. "I can totally help you find some things for your room! This is will be fun!"

As soon as you guys were given approval to leave the dorms by Aizawa a lot of people headed out, either to grab things for the dorms or simply walk the area to get a feel for their new living space. You two took the time to head to the shopping district.

"So what should we get?" Kaminari walked next to you, shoulders bumping from time to time. "Posters? a cute carpet? A pet?!"

You gave a slight small, huffing a little. "I doubt Aizawa wants us to get a pet."

"Yeah," Denki, sighed, slouching a little. "A cat would be super awesome, though."

"I don't want much. Just a few little things would be nice."

"Okay, keep it simple! Got it!"

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You two got back to the dorms right before curfew, saying small hellos to a few others that were returning as well.

"We didn't get a lot, but everything we got is super awesome!" Kaminari shook the two bags he was carrying. "You're room is gonna be uber cool!" You two got to work setting up immediately, and it didn't take long since you went for a basic approach.

By the time you were done the room was perfect. The desk now had a few little trinkets such as a cute fake flower, a holder for your stationary, and a clock. You got new bedding, your favorite color, same with curtains. Denki helped pick out a nice accent run and you relented to him picking out just one simple poster.

"It looks amazing!" Denki flopped down on your bed, feeling the new comforter. "This blanket is a ton more comfy then the ones they provided, I need to get one too!"

You sat down next to him, taking in the room.

"This is nice." You put your hand on his, causing him to stop petting your new blankets. "I really appreciate this, Kaminari. I wouldn't have even known what to pick out. You did amazing, I really appreciate it."

Denki blushed, flashing his signature smile at you before he jumped up.

"I got one more thing for you!"

He rummaged in a bag that you thought was just full of the tags and wrapping of the things you bought, before pulling out one more item.

"I knew you would say no if I asked you if you wanted it but I got it anyways!"

He held up a plush (your favorite animal), waving it around like a parent would entertain a child. "it's so cute! It reminded me of you."

He handed you the toy and sat back down with you, resting his head on your shoulder. "I think it makes your room complete."

You looked down at the stuffed animal you now held, feeling the material and looking into its beady eyes. It was perfect.

"Thank you." You turned your head to Kaminari, placing a small kiss on his forehead. He jolted up straight.

"Of- of course!" He leaned closer to you, eyes shining with happiness. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Kaminari didn't realize it, but that stuffed toy became one of your most prized possessions, cheering you on as you studied and being a silent protector as you held it at night, falling asleep to the memories it brought with it.

EEEEEEEE I am no good at this,,,,, sorry!!! I love Kaminari vvvv underrated boy!!

[a-tale-of-legends]

Instead of going through with the plot, I'm gonna shit post given now Ames' current team is fully evolved!!! Well not full shit post, I wanna talk about the gang's relationship at this point in the game.

Tiny: Finally! It's about time you two evolved! And I was worried that those forms were your final!

Zeke: Trust me Tiny, if I could have evolved sooner I would have.....but thank you. It feels good to finally reach my final form! It truly feels..... electrifying.

Tiny: I hate you and everything that you stand for.

Zeke: H-Huh?!

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Daisy: Congratulations on the evo, Arty!

Arty: O-oh, thank you Daisy...

Daisy: Of course! But, um....you don't look excited. Something wrong?

Arty: Oh, no no, I'm very happy to finally evolve but uh.....I was hoping my new evolution would give me a boosted height....

Daisy: ( 8'02)

Arty: ( 5'03) .........Turns out I'm not even close.....

Daisy: ?

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Oh! W-well, you can fly to greater heights now, remember? Y-you can reach heights that I never could! And you can still ride on my back if you want!!

Arty: ( sighs, but smiling a little) Thanks for trying to cheer me up Daisy....

( note: as for their gijinka selfs, not sure about their heights right now. I do know that Daisy is gonna be the tallest tho )

~~~

Okay onto some relationship updates.

I don't remember exactly when, but I do know that Daisy evolved during an important story battle! I believe it was the aether foundation ultra beast fight! I think that moment was when Tiny, who wondered why she was part of the team, realized " oh. She's in it for the long haul huh?". He kinda already got that impression given how she started to train and battle more after, quite frankly, insulting her to her face, but evolving to protect others....that's something else. That shows commitment. And that shows that Tiny was very very wrong. I don't think Tiny is the type to prolong an apology when needed, but I do think Daisy is too stubborn to hear him out. She's still upset with him, upset that he didn't see her as an equal, and partially upset with herself. The tension between them was still there after Daisy evolved and it was only until Arty pretty told them " hey, talk it out" was when they. Ya know. Talk it out. And Tiny being Tiny, he is very blunt. As in he gets straight to the point: apologizing for not seeing her value, both as a team member and as a friend. Daisy ends up letting loose some of pent up anger at him( verbally I mean, but maybe they battle it out too?). But after words, with everything said and done, things are....better. Daisy needs some time to fully trust Tiny again ( again, he did kinda shatter her self confidence), but she willing to give their friendship another go!

Keahi also evolved in between Daisy and Arty/Zeke. Not much fanfair in terms of like. Plot stuff, but hey! She reached her goal of being a Salazzle and is more than ready to crush those in her path~.

I know I just made something about Arty evolving, but I just had an idea: Arty feels like he's not living up to being a leader for his team, feeling like Zeke does a 10x better job. He doesn't resent Zeke, not at all, he simply feels inadequate, and thus feeling he doesn't deserve to evolve when his time comes. He wants to evolve when he feels like he's finally a worthy leader to his team. Of course, this is an idea that i'm not sure I'll go with, just putting it out there.

Also

Zeke and Arty before evolving: Wow, I'm so lucky to have an awesome, talented, and honestly handsome ( no homo) friend!

Zeke and Arty after evolving: Uh oh.

If Arty prolongs his evolution, then poor bastard is having a fucking Time. So is Zeke, but he's more chill about it. Keahi is giving him pointers on how to flirt!

Okay that's it lol.

[jumblejen]

Too Quiet

Suptober21 Day 4: Secrets

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34288495

The house was quiet. Dean realized it had been quiet for at least the past twenty minutes. Cas was at the store doing a grocery run and Jack is in his room. Dean was surprised at how far he’d made it through the dog-eared paperback since Cas left. Normally Jack would have been up in Dean’s space within thirty seconds asking about playing a game or baking something or taking a walk. But instead Dean has been sitting here, drinking his coffee and reading this book in peace.

Jack’s up to something.

Dean remembers the too-quiet of a little kid who is definitely doing something they shouldn’t be doing. Of course Sammy never had the power to make everyone stop lying or to resurrect angels from the Empty. Jack didn’t seem inclined to do those sorts of things anymore either. Neither Dean nor Cas could exactly pin him down on what powers he had left since de-aging himself.

Hauling himself out of the comfy chair, Dean climbed the stairs to Jack’s room. Taped to the door was a hastily scrawled ‘keep out’ sign in red crayon along with a serious frowny face. Dean smiled to himself as he knocked lightly.

“Jack? What’re you up to in there?”

“Go ‘way Papa. I’m doing something.”

“Jack, can I come in?”

“No Papa. It’s a secret.”

“What’s a secret?”

“If I tell you, won’t be secret. Go downstairs Papa.”

“Are you sure buddy?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay.” Dean stared at the door for a few seconds. He wasn’t so sure about this but he didn’t want to wreck the kid’s sense of privacy. He was a good kid. Dean frowned as he made his way downstairs. Jack was a good kid, but what was he doing in there? Sammy and him never had this kind of privacy growing up. Motels and the backseat of a car don’t lend themselves to any sorts of secrets beyond the ones you locked up in your own head. Dean was sure it was fine. He sat back in his chair and picked up his book.

Another ten minutes and Cas came through the front door draped in cloth grocery bags. Dean took the outermost bags and started putting things away, “How was the store?”

“Not too crowded. They had cherries so I thought maybe you could make pie?”

“Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Where’s Jack?”

“In his room working on something ‘secret’.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I am respecting his right to alone time while hoping that nothing too weird is going on up there.”

“Is it a good idea to leave him on his own?”

“I got no idea. I mean, I don’t think he’d cut his own hair again and it’s his room with his stuff. But yeah, it’s been suspiciously quiet.”

“I’ll go check on him if you put away the rest of this stuff.”

Dean nodded as Cas kissed his temple and headed up the stairs. Dean could only hear a muffled knock and Cas muttering something before the door opened and then closed again quickly. Huh. Still, if Jack let Cas in he would know soon enough if it was dire. Humming under his breath it didn’t take long for him to stow the groceries but Cas and Jack hadn’t emerged. The house was once again eerily quiet. Restless and curious Dean climbed the stairs and knocked on Jack’s door.

“Who is it?” asked Jack in a sing-song voice.

“Papa. Can I come in?”

“Nope!” The cheerful chirp made Dean narrow his eyes.

“Why not?”

“Still working on my secret.”

“Well how come Daddy got to see your secret.”

“Because he’s Daddy. Silly Papa.”

“Well Papa wants to join in on the fun too.”

“No Papa! We aren’t ready yet.”

“Ready for what?”

“The secret.”

“When will it be ready.”

“Soon.”

“What does ‘soon’ mean?”

“Same thing as when you tell me we’ll get ice cream soon.”

Dean smiled ruefully, knowing he’d been beat. “Okay buddy. Do you want me to wait downstairs?”

“Yes please Papa! Love you Papa!”

“Love you too.” Dean’s smile broadened at the earnest words. Hard to be irritated when the kid was so goddamn happy. Dean didn’t think he’d ever get used to that sweet sharp pang when he realized he was maybe pretty good at this parenting thing, and maybe little Dean had deserved this kind of care too. He returned to the chair and his book, listening intently for the door opening. He couldn’t concentrate on the words but instead found himself nodding off a little when at last the squeak of hinges brought him all the way awake.

“Ok Papa! Close your eyes! Time for secrets!”

Dean closed his eyes, covering them with his hands for good measure. That way Jack could be sure there was no peaking.

“Careful on the stairs Jack.” The sound of Cas and Jack clumping down the stairs was followed by the stompy patter of Jack running into the room. The fact that a kid who weighed less than 50 pounds made more noise than his fully grown fathers was endlessly funny to Dean.

“Are your eyes closed Papa?”

“Yes Jack.”

“Good! Keep ‘em closed. Please.”

“Ok.” Dean felt something light land on his lap. “Can I look now?”

“Open your eyes!”

Dean followed the instructions looking into Jack’s beaming face before looking at his lap. He picked up the art project. It was made of two pieces of green construction paper taped together down the middle with a bunch of pictures pasted onto them haphazardly. “Thank you Jack. But why was this a secret.”

“’Cause Papa.  Made it for you.”

“It’s very nice. You worked hard on it, didn’t you.”

“Yup. But I don’t think you get it.”

“I don’t.”

“Dean,” Cas said quietly, eyes a little red. “Look closer.”

What had appeared to be random images all taped together without sense became something more as he studied it. Some were cut from magazines, some were drawn with a bit more skill than your average four-year-old. There was a dog and a pie. Blond hair, a hand on a shoulder, a baseball cap, a bit of a blurred multiple-choice test. A crown. A tire. A sheriff’s star. A burger. Grumpy cat. A riverboat and a pool cue and a microphone. And the more he looked the more he saw, each image meaningful. Over all of it was a bunch of blue circles. And Dean really looked at all of it, together as a whole.

“Buddy, what… I don’t… this is…”

“Papa I made you your heart. ‘Cause I know you worry about running out of love sometimes. Daddy said you can’t always remember about love ‘cause it’s not something you can see. So I made this so you can know it on the outside too. But I wanted to make it secret.”

“Jack, this is awesome.” Dean’s eyes filled with tears but he barely noticed them running down his cheeks. “Thank you.” Dean wiped at his eyes with the tissue Cas silently handed him. Looking up at Cas he wasn’t surprised to see tears there too. Carefully he set the picture onto the table and scooped up Jack into his arms holding him tightly. Blindly he felt for Cas’ hand. They’d come so far together, but Dean knew this was how they were meant to be. Together. Full of love. And the occasional secret.

[writethelifeyouwant]

Dive Bar Ch. 11/11 - Fin

Pairing: Dean x Sam

Rating: 18+

Summary: After a one night stand with a random college chick turns into a threesome that also featured his little brother, Dean- well, frankly, he panics. What’s even worse than gay panicking? Gay incest panicking. Luckily, Sam winds up being a little more cool about the whole thing than Dean ever would have imagined.

WC: 3,001

Tags: brother/brother incest, loss of anal virginity, anal sex, blow job, incest kink, dirty talk, top!sam, bottom!dean, happy ending - sue me 

Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr and @daydream3r-xo

Divider: @firefly-graphics ❤️

A/N: Okay I’m gonna do a separate post with a long sappy note so this post doesn’t become a mile long but TLDR - thank you for reading and coming with me on this wild ride 🥰

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Chapter 10

A few weeks later

Another hunt. Another drink. Another dive bar.

Sam killed his beer before Dean could even get his lips around his own, and once he saw Sam downing the drink, condensation running over his knuckles, his lips, down his throat– Dean didn’t care he had lost the game, he just wanted to lick the moisture off Sam’s neck.

“Take a picture,” Sam laughed when he noticed Dean’s staring, “it’ll last longer.” Dean dropped his gaze to his bottle and took a long swig. “Something on your mind?”

“Wh– nope, nothing,” Dean denied, seeing his beer off. “I’m buying right? You want the same?”

“Yeah, sure,” Sam looked suspicious, but let Dean go off to get their second round.

Dean grabbed the bartender’s attention and held up two fingers, pointing to the bottles he was returning, then dropped his head in his hands. God, he had to get himself under control. He couldn’t just zone out every time Sam did something that made him half hard in his jeans – he’d wind up getting them both killed at some point. It didn’t help that every time Sam had tried to fuck him, he’d chicken out the second he got another look at Sam’s dick. He needed to nut up and go through with it already. The bartender pushed new drinks at Dean, breaking him out of his reverie.

When he spun back towards Sam with their drinks, he saw a table of girls a few spots over from them making eyes at Sam, and he noticed one in particular looked exactly his type. She had those ‘come hither’ bedroom eyes, long hair you could wrap your hands up in, great boobs – This is perfect.

“You’ve got an admirer little bro,” Dean teased when he dropped the fresh bottle on the table in front of Sam. Sam glanced up and noticed the girl Dean was talking about, dropping his head behind his hair quickly. Dean caught her eye and gave her a wink before taking a draught of his beer and turning back to Sam.

“Stop being a jerk,” Sam shoved at Dean, “it’s not nice to lead people on.”

“What if I’m not?” Dean held his breath as he watched Sam’s face, unsure of how he was going to react to that.

“What are you asking me, Dean?” Sam fingered the label on his beer bottle – one of his nervous tics – and Dean realised he fucked that up.

“No! That’s – shit, that’s not what I meant. I meant like, what we did before, with Dany, we… y’know.” Dean fumbled through an explanation, but he saw Sam let out a breath and knew he was okay.

“You want to have another threesome?” Sam smirked, bemused, which was better than pissed so Dean was fine with that.

“Why not?” he shrugged, glancing back to the girl, who was still checking them both out, before focusing back on Sam. “We were pretty damn good at it the first time,” Dean grinned, pulling a huff from Sam.

“Yeah,” he shrugged, still smirking at Dean, “it was good.” Sam’s smirking was starting to unnerve Dean a little.

“And, y’know, the past couple weeks have been – awesome, really – but maybe we uh, spice things up again, huh?” Dean waited for Sam to chime in with something, maybe tell him what all the goddamn smirking was about.

“Already getting bored of me, Dean?” Sam’s smirk was actually becoming irritating, now.

“You know that’s not what I meant, stop being a bitch,” Dean grunted. Sam laughed to himself and took another drink. “So, what d’ya say, Sammy?” Dean waggled his brow, trying to draw an answer out of his brother. “Show another gal the time of her life?”

Sam could tell Dean was stalling. He’d been jumpy the past few times Sam had brought up having actual sexual intercourse – his cock in Dean’s ass – saying he wanted it, but not letting Sam go past fingering him open a little. And now Dean was finding another excuse to put it off, and Sam was getting desperate. It was time to give Dean a push off his cliff.

“We can do it again,” Sam nodded, rounding the table so he was behind Dean, and looking towards the girl he’d been pointing out. “But not just yet.”

“Hm?” Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam, puzzled. Sam bent over his big brother, bringing his lips close enough to his ear that he wouldn’t have to shout to be heard in the crowded bar.

“I don’t want anyone else fucking you before I get the chance to do it properly.” Sam felt Dean shiver against him. “Gonna let me fuck you, big brother?”

“Fuck,” Dean exhaled, trying to compose himself behind a swig of his drink.

“How much longer you gonna hold out on me?” Sam scraped his teeth along the back of Dean’s ear, pulling a whimper from him.

“You know what, fine,” Dean stood abruptly, knocking Sam off balance behind him. “You wanna do this? Let’s do this. Get in the car, Sam.”

Sam grinned triumphantly as he followed Dean out of the bar and out to the Impala, back to their motel room for the night.

-

Sam pushed Dean against the door the second it closed behind them. They were good at this part. He could take Dean apart with a few calculated bites along his neck and some very enthusiastic kissing, and Dean was becoming more and more comfortable letting himself be putty in Sam’s hands.

Not that Dean didn’t have the same effect on Sam. A short tug on his hair and Dean’s tongue between his lips and he would melt in his brother’s arms. Dean was a mind-blowing kisser.

Sam trailed his hands down Dean’s arms and grabbed his wrists, pulling him off the wall and towards the bed; still messy from the previous night. He sat Dean down on the mattress and stood back to strip off his shirts. He felt Dean’s hands at his belt undoing the buckle so he could pull his jeans down, and Sam kicked them off along with his boots. Dean went to unbutton his own shirt but Sam stopped him.

“Hey – I want to do that.” Dean gave him a confused sort of smile, but let Sam’s fingers cover his and take over stripping him out of his layers. He kissed Dean again, sucking on his lower lip and licking into his mouth, inhaling his every breath - consuming him. He dragged his fingers over every inch of skin that was revealed as he pulled off the flannel and then the t-shirt, kissing down his legs as he tugged him out of his jeans, before he had to kneel to unlace Dean’s boots. Dean propped himself up on his elbows to look down at Sam, still knelt at his feet.

“I know what you’re doing Sam, so you can quit it now,” Dean griped. “Stop treating me like some blushing virgin, I’m not a girl.” Sam grinned wolfishly and sprang back on the bed once he’d gotten Dean’s jeans off.

“No, you’re definitely not a girl,” he agreed, squeezing the bulge in Dean’s underwear and pulling a groan from his brother. “But I’m still gonna make you scream like one,” Sam breathed against Dean’s lips before he devoured them. “Gonna make you feel so good, Dean,” Sam groaned, pushing his hand into Dean’s briefs and grabbing hold of his length. “Love your cock so much, so hot,” Sam wasn’t sure what he was saying anymore, whatever popped into his head was going straight to his mouth without any filter, which wasn’t helped by the fact that Dean had gotten his hand inside Sam’s boxers and was jerking him off now too.

“God, wanted this for so long,” Sam moaned, sucking a bruise into the join between Dean’s shoulder and his throat. “Thought about fucking you so much,” Sam admitted, to hell with embarrassment at this point. “When I went home with that guy from the bar, I wanted it to be you. I thought about you when I was fucking him – said your name when I came inside him.”

“Jesus, Sammy,” Dean groaned, his mocking tone not disguising his arousal very well, “s’cute you’re so sweet on me.”

“Shut up,” Sam bit at Dean’s lip gently, “before I make you.”

“So then make me,” Dean growled, flipping them so Sam was below him and he could grind their erections together while he sucked his own mark into Sam’s skin. He dragged his lips down Sam’s chest, goal evident. Sam didn’t want to get too carried away, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want Dean’s mouth on him; blowjobs were a skill Dean had really been perfecting over the past few weeks.

Dean hummed happily when he got Sam’s cock in his mouth, and Sam relished the wet warmth that enveloped him, thrusting up into Dean involuntarily.

“Someone’s eager,” Dean chuckled before taking Sam back in his mouth.

“Someone’s being a tease,” Sam grunted, hauling himself up on his elbows so he could pull Dean off his dick and throw him onto his side on the bed. They kissed again, Dean wrapping his arms around Sam and getting his hands in his hair, like he knew Sam liked. Without breaking from the kiss, Sam grabbed for the lube that was still under the pillow from the previous night.

Dean was expecting what came next, and didn’t flinch when he felt Sam’s fingers trailing over his ass and dipping between his cheeks to find his entrance. Sam kept the touches light, teasing – soothing – until he felt Dean relax against him again.

“I want you to do it,” Sam breathed against his neck. Dean didn’t follow.

“Want me to do what?”

“Get yourself ready for me,” Sam elaborated, kissing along Dean’s neck. “Want you to finger yourself open for me.”

“Why?” Dean wasn’t necessarily opposed to the idea, but Sam had always been the one to do this part before.

“Because you’ll be able to feel when you’re ready, won’t be as nervous.” Sam kissed further down Dean’s chest, stopping to suck one of his nipples into his mouth, and pulling a gasp from Dean. “Plus, I think it would be hot,” he grinned up at Dean. “Want to see fucking yourself so good on your fingers that you’re begging for my cock.”

Dean felt his cock twitch against Sam’s hip, and he had to admit, when he said it like that, it did sound fucking incredible. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” He grabbed the lube from Sam and turned over so he was on his knees, letting his shoulders drop to the mattress, his ass in the air.

“Fuck, you look hot like that,” Sam moaned. Dean could see Sam was touching himself as he watched and found that he liked putting on a bit of a show.

“You like watching me, Sammy?” Dean shivered as he pushed one slicked-up finger into himself. “Like thinkin’ ‘bout how much you wanna fuck me while you touch yourself?” He started to move his finger inside himself, in and out, searching… “Like thinkin’ about your big brother when you get off?” Dean moaned when his fingertip skirted by the spot he was trying to find.

“Fuck, yes,” Sam breathed, eyes fixed on Dean’s finger moving in and out of his ass. “Add another one, Dean.” Dean did as he was told and added a second finger, hissing at the stretch. “There you go.” Sam reached between his legs to play with Dean’s cock, and his hand felt so fucking good against his skin. That, coupled with the fact that Dean had managed to find the spot inside his ass Sam had shown him that made everything go fuzzy, Dean was pretty blissed out. “Think you can do one more for me?” Sam squeezed his fingers in a ring around the head of Dean’s cock, drawing another whimper from him.

Dean nodded and pulled his hand away to add more lube, and went back to his hole with three fingers. He pressed at his entrance slowly, testing the give, and found that when he finally pushed his fingers inside, he loved how full he felt, and he loved the small tingle of pain that was mixing with the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck.” Pumping his fingers into himself faster, Dean groaned wantonly, unreserved, relaxing into the feeling of being stretched so open.

“Think you’re ready?” Sam asked, obviously hopeful.

“Yeah,” Dean gasped, “yeah, Sam, want you. Please.” He let himself sag to the bed and rolled over onto his back. Sam kissed him shortly and pulled back, searching his eyes for one last okay, before Dean felt the tip of Sam’s cock pressing against his entrance.

When Sam pushed inside of him, Dean’s whole world whited out. He was bigger than the fingers he had been working himself with, and so fucking hard, but Dean loved every second of it. He couldn’t believe he’d made Sam wait to do this for so long.

“Oh my god, Sam, fuck -“ Dean panted.

“Told ya I’d make you feel good,” Sam groaned, pushing in a little more. “You’re doing so good, De, taking me so fucking good, so fucking tight.”

“Goddamn, you really never shut up, do ya Sammy?”

“Sorry,” Sam ducked his head into Dean’s neck, embarrassed.

“No, hey,” Dean pulled Sam back up to face him. “S’okay little brother. I, uh – I kinda like it.”

“Yeah?” Sam’s grin was unsure, but relieved.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded, kissing along the column of Sam’s neck, sucking the skin between his lips to leave another mark. “Never would have thought you’d be so good at dirty talk.”

“That’s not the only thing I’m good at,” Sam smirked, and pressed the last inch of himself inside Dean, pulling a muffled ‘fuck’ from Dean. “You still good?” Sam checked.

“So good,” Dean moaned, pressing his hips back into Sam’s, like he was hoping to fuse the two of them together permanently.

“Can I move yet, or do you need a minute?” Sam asked.

“Would you just shut up and fuck me alrea –” Dean’s gripe was cut off abruptly by a moan when Sam pulled his hips back and slammed home again. Dean couldn’t get too many words out after that – the pleasure thrumming through his body had short circuited his brain. All he could think about, all he could feel, was Sam’s cock moving inside of him. The hot drag of Sam’s flesh against his was intoxicating, and he felt himself fucking his hips back up into Sam’s without necessarily deciding to do that.

“Shit, that’s it baby,” Sam hissed through gritted teeth, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “Feel so good Dean.” Dean could barely manage a whimper in acknowledgement. Sam leaned back on his heels to get better leverage, moving Dean’s ankles to his shoulders, and on the next thrust in he found Dean’s prostate, which Dean’s choked whine made very clear. “There we go,” Sam grinned down at him. “Bet you're glad I didn’t let you go home with that girl now, huh? No girl could ever make you feel like this, could they?”

“No,” Dean admitted. “Fuck no.” And it was true. Sex had never felt this intense before, this all-consuming, this nerve-frying. Sam hadn’t even touched his cock since he’d pushed inside him and he was already so fucking close to losing it. And he knew Sam could tell, too.

“You gonna cum for me, big brother?” Sam started fucking into him even harder, quicker. “Gonna cum with your little brother’s cock inside you?” Dean thought he nodded, but to be honest, he couldn’t be sure. “Good,” Sam groaned, “because I am so fucking close.”

Dean reached up to pull Sam back down to him. He wanted every inch of his body covered by Sam’s, wanted to drown under him. They kissed fiercely, tongues tangling and teeth clacking against each other as Sam fucked him faster and faster. The sweat coating their bodies made for an easy slide of Sam’s stomach against Dean’s cock and that extra bit of pressure was exactly what he needed to finally spiral out of control. He came noiselessly, any sound he might have made dying in his throat as every muscle in his body seized up. Thick white spurts caught against the hair on their chests, smearing between them.

“Holy shit,” Sam gasped as he suddenly ceased his frantic pace and froze, cock buried inside of Dean as deep as it could go. “Fuck,” Sam’s whimper was barely audible, but it was there. Dean’s hands absentmindedly combed through Sam’s hair as they both calmed down their breathing, soothing his little brother like he’d always tried to do, even though, given the circumstances, it probably should have been the other way around right now.

Eventually, Sam pulled out carefully and flopped down on the vacant side of the mattress. Dean dragged the crumpled sheet from the foot of the bed and wiped over his chest, then over Sam’s, to get the cum off before it dried too badly, before dropping back against the pillows and rolling into Sam’s side. He felt Sam startle for a moment before pulling Dean against him, arm curling around his shoulder.

“Hey, you okay, man?” Sam’s voice was soft, like he was worried he would scare Dean off.

“Yeah,” Dean considered, “yeah, I’m good, brother.”

“Not too disappointed I didn’t let that blonde come back with us?”

Dean laughed. “No, Sammy, not disappointed.”

“What if I said that … I thought that – maybe – I wanted you all to myself from now on?” Sam’s eyes caught his, hesitant.

“I’d say…” Dean let sharp exhale and a short laugh. “I’d say, it’s always been you and me. And I’ve never needed anyone else.”

Sam beamed down at him. “Good enough for me.”

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[acabecca]

“Say that you wanna be with me too.” JAS AND BUCKY

I have no idea what this is I’m sorry. I wanted to make it longer and set it during THAT episode of fatws but it didn’t make sense to me to do it, even as an au because apparently I am very fussy when it comes to Jas and Bucky 🙄

(also the picture is not what happens in the prompt i just like is lol)

(featuring a surprise cameo by mr steven rogers because my mind cant process that he might possibly be and is most probably the D word) this prompt is unnecessarily long i apologise

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Pushing her sunglasses up on top of her head, Jas kept hold of the brightly wrapped present and nudged the car door closed with her hip. She heard more than saw the kids playing somewhere over beside the cabin, and she made her way over to place the box in her hands on the table that was already crammed full of gifts.

Pepper had clearly gone all out and so had everyone else, trying to overcompensate for Tony not being around. It was Morgan’s first birthday without him, and Pepper had opted to invite everyone around instead of the two of them spending it alone, trying to distract her daughter with gifts and friends and games so she didn’t dwell too much on the fact that her father would never be at another one of her birthday parties.

“It’s about time you got here.”

“Yeah, sorry, I’m terrible at gift wrapping so I stopped by my aunt’s place so she could make it look pretty for me,” Jas patted the top of the gift and sent Sam a grateful smile as she took the bottle of water he handed to her.

“Uh-huh,” he hummed, peering at the gift tag. “What’d we get her?”

Jas blinked. “We?”

“Me, you, and Bucky.”

“I’m sorry, was this supposed to be from all of us?” Jas’ brow furrowed in confusion. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m the one who hauled my ass all over New York looking for the perfect present for baby Stark, and I don’t recall you or Bucky giving me any money for it.”

Sam groaned loudly. “Come on, Jas. I’ve been busy. I’ve been on a mission.”

“Yes, I know,” Jas nodded her head. “I was with you. I still made time to go shopping for a six year old’s birthday party. You’re terrible! Bucky didn’t get her anything, either?”

“It’s Bucky,” Sam shrugged his shoulders as though that was enough of an explanation and Jas rolled her eyes, lifting her hand to wave at Pepper, who wiggled her fingers in return before rushing back inside the cabin.

“Jasmine!”

Jas turned at the sound of her voice, grinning when she saw Morgan running towards her and crouching down just in time to catch the little girl as she flung herself forwards. “Hey birthday girl! Are you having a good day? Your mom’s done a lot, huh?”

“There are so many cupcakes,” Morgan’s eyes went wide. “Too many to even count! I tried. Did you bring me a present?” she asked curiously.

“I did!” Jas laughed, turning around just in time to see Sam inconspicuously adding his own name to the bottom of the gift tag. “It’s from Sam, too, and Bucky. But you’re not allowed to open it until your mom says so, okay? I think we’re doing gifts later.”

“I know,” Morgan sighed. “She let me open one, though! Well…” she paused thoughtfully. “Clint snuck it to me and told me to open it before anyone saw. He got me a bow and arrow set and Lila is going to teach me how to use it, and Bruce got me a chemistry set so I can learn how to help him in his lab and stuff like my daddy did, and- did you know Bucky can pick me and Nate up with only one arm?”

“He can, huh?” Jas raised her eyebrows. “That’s awesome! Sounds like you’re having a great day, kiddo.”

“Yeah,” she paused again, biting down on her lip. “I’m going to go back to play with Nate, now. Bye Jasmine, bye Sam! Thank you for coming!” she called, sending a wave over her shoulder as she took off running towards the other kids.

“Good thing she got her manners from her mom,” Sam snorted.

“Hmm,” Jas hummed, a soft smile on her face. “Don’t think I didn’t see you adding your name on the gift tag. You add Bucky’s, too? You better had or he’ll feel like shit for not getting her anything. Where is he, by the way?”

“Sitting down by the kids with Steve.”

Jas almost choked on the sip of water she’d just taken and Sam slapped her hard on the back. “Steve?” she squealed, coughing and wiping at her mouth. “Steve, Steve? Steve Rogers, Steve?”

“You know another Steve who’d be here?” Sam asked with raised eyebrows.

“Steve is here and you give me a poxy bottle of water? Dammit, Sam! I need something stronger,” she groaned softly, screwing the lid back on to her water and, spotting the cooler sitting on the grass by the corner of the cabin, she made her way over to it and reached for a beer at the exact same time someone else did. Looking up as her hand connected with someone else’s, she mer a pair of familiar blue eyes and couldn’t stop herself from grinning. “Hey, Buck! I hear you’ve been keeping Morgan and Nate entertained with your impressive strength,” she raised an eyebrow, unscrewing the cap off her beer and taking a long sip. “Have you been here long?” she asked, but Bucky didn’t reply.

Instead, he grabbed two bottles out of the cooler and straightened up, looking between Jas and Sam before sending her a tight smile and turning to walk back in the direction he’d come from, disappearing around the side of the cabin. Jas turned to Sam in bewilderment.

“What was that about?” she asked, but Sam avoided her gaze as he lifted his bottle to his lips. “Sam? He’s been ignoring me for days. What’s wrong with him, did I do something? I know you know something.”

Sighing, Sam ran a hand over his face. “Look, I don’t wanna get involved in whatever it is the two of you have got going on-”

“What?” Jas interrupted. “There’s nothing going on. What are you talking about?”

“Awfully quick on the defence there, James,” Sam smirked. “...I told him I wouldn’t say anything, and I’m not going to, but do you really not know what you did?” he asked, rolling his eyes when Jas shook her head. “Think back a bit. Day before we flew home, you were talking to your auntie. About Steve. About how they could never really replace Captain America, because he was irreplaceable.”

“Yeah…?” Jas trailer off in confusion. “But, I’m right. They can’t? They tried, and look how well it worked out. They’ll never find anyone like Steve.”

“They’ll never find anyone like Steve, or you’ll never find anyone like Steve?” Sam questioned, smirking when Jas’ face paled slightly.

“That- that’s what he- is that what Bucky thinks I meant?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That is not what I meant.”

“I know.”

“And- did you tell Bucky that isn’t what I meant?”

“I tried,” Sam shrugged. “S’not me he needs to hear it from. I’m not the one he’s got a thing for.”

“Shut up, he does not have a thing for me,” Jas grumbled, shoving at Sam’s face and feeling her cheeks heat up as he cackled beside her. “Sam!”

“What? You’re both too good at avoiding what’s been happening between you for months now and I, for one, am sick of it,” Sam pointed at himself. “I’m the one who has to sit in planes and in cramped apartments and shit with the pair of you and honestly? I’m done. I’m tired of it. We’re at a kids birthday party and the sexual tension between the pair of you is so unhealthy-”

“Sam!” Jas repeated, shoving at him again. “We don’t- that is not- there is none of that tension between us.”

Sam scoffed. “Don’t act like you don’t want Barnes to bend you over and-”

“SAM!” Jas shrieked, darting forwards and covering his mouth with her hand, her whole face turning red when she saw the looks Clint, Pepper, and Laura were throwing her. “Jesus, I- okay. Alright. So what if I do? He’s never made a move, has he? So this whole thing is probably just all in your head.”

“If you’re waiting for him to make the first move then you’re gonna be waiting a hell of a long time, baby. He thinks you’re still hung up on Cap and he’s also a 106 year old emotionally constipated ex-assassin. You’re gonna have to be the one who moves in first, or it’s never gonna happen,” Sam told her gently, reaching forwards and taking her drink out of her hand. “You can start by telling him he got it wrong when you said Steve was irreplaceable. Maybe drop in a little ‘Sam was right and you should listen to him more’, maybe make my life a little easier in future.”

Jas paused, chewing on her bottom lip as nerves filled her stomach. This was not how she had envisioned today going. She’d been expecting a lot of laughs, maybe some tears because she hadn’t been out here since Tony’s funeral, good food and lots of drinks, and now she was seriously contemplating dragging Bucky - her best friend - away from everyone so she could apologise for a misunderstanding that had left him brooding for the last five days. She moaned, pulling her sunglasses off her head and running a hand through her hair.

“I can’t just go talk to him,” she whispered. “He’s… He‘s with Steve. I haven’t seen Steve since… everything. It’s rude if I just go and drag Bucky away from an old man-”

“Either you drag him away or I do. I’ll come with you, I’ll keep Steve occupied and you go talk to Bucky. I am literally being your wingman.”

“Living up to your name.”

“Shut the hell up and get your annoying ass over to your equally annoying boyfriend,” Sam snorted, turning her round and pushing her towards where he knew Bucky and Steve were sitting together. Jas let out a squeak and reached behind her to swat his hands away, laughed as she turned the corner and saw Bucky sat beside Steve on a bench in the shade, watching Morgan run around with some of her friends.

Steve spotted her first and he sent a small, unsure wave. Jas smiled softly in reply and tucked her hair behind her ears, her sunglasses perched atop her head again as she came to a stop in front of them.

“Uhm, hi. Bucky, can I talk to you for a second?”

He looked up, squinting against the sunlight. “Sure.”

“Uh,” Jas glanced at Steve. “In private, maybe?”

Bucky shook his head. “I’m just in the middle of talking to Steve.”

“Oh, I don’t mind, Buck,” Steve looked between the two of them, a somewhat knowing look on his face. “You should go with Jas.”

“But-”

“I’ll sit with Gramps, don’t worry about it man,” Sam clapped Steve on the shoulder, not-so-subtly nudging Bucky out of his seat and forcing him to stand up. Huffing, Bucky placed his beer down on the grass and gestured towards the cabin. Jas nodded her head and followed after him, turning to shoot a glare in Sam’s direction when he called a quick “good luck!” after them.

Following Bucky inside, Jas glanced around the cabin, her eyes lingering on the picture above the fireplace, a selfie that Tony has clearly taken of himself, Pepper, and Morgan. Clearing her throat, Jas blinked rapidly as she tried to keep any tears from falling and ignored the way Bucky was watching her.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, you know, it’s just…” she waved a hand towards the picture and Bucky followed her gaze, frowning as he nodded his head.

“We don’t have to stay in here,” he told her. “We can- come on,” he pointed towards the kitchen and Jas trailed after him, coming to a stop by the breakfast bar as Bucky against the worktop opposite her, his arms crossed over his chest. “So uh, you wanna talk?”

“Yeah, I- listen, I didn’t- what I said, about Steve being irreplaceable?” Jas began meekly, and Bucky screwed his eyes shut as he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘I’m gonna kill Wilson’ under his breath. “I think you took it the wrong way.”

“Jasmine, it’s- I- it doesn’t matter-”

“No it does!” she insisted quickly. “It does matter, Buck, because I didn’t mean it the way you think I mean it, and I don’t want you to think that I don’t- I didn’t mean that you’re not…” she paused, trailing off nervously. “You know you’re important to me, right? And I guess I don’t want you to think that there isn’t room in you for life because of my past with Steve, because that’s not what I meant.”

Bucky’s whole face was screwed up, his expression something Jas couldn’t decipher and she almost groaned when she realised he was obviously annoyed by something she had just said.

“You think I want to be a replacement?” Bucky asked carefully. “You think I want to take Steve’s place in your life?”

“No! I mean, I… I don’t know?” Jas replied meekly. “Maybe? I thought you were-”

“I want my own place in your life, Jasmine,” he cut in. “I don’t have any intention of being a replacement for anyone, especially not Steve. I know I could never replace him,” he gestured towards the kitchen window, where they could see Steve and Sam both sat outside of. The two men quickly looked away and Bucky rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose at his friends making it painfully obvious they were listening in. “I see Steve never learned how to be subtle in his old age.”

“Nope,” Jas bit back a smirk and Bucky sighed, grabbing hold of her arm and leading her away from the window. “Look, I thought maybe we - you and I - I thought that maybe there was something happening? That there was something here between us. Am I wrong?” he asked cautiously. “Tell me if I’m wrong and I’ll stop. I can just be your friend, I don’t need or expect anything else from you, not even your friendship if that’s something you don’t want-”

“…Bucky-”

“I want to be with you, Jasmine,” he admitted, his voice low and his cheeks a little bit pink. “I do. I have for a really long time. And if you say that you wanna be with me too, then great! I can take you out on dates, we can get to know each other beyond friendship. But if you don’t? That’s okay, too. Whatever you decide. I just need to know where I stand,” Bucky kept his gaze on her, his heart thumping so loudly in his chest he was sure Jas would be able to hear it. When she didn’t say anything, his stomach sank and he frowned. “Okay, that’s fine, we can forget that I said anything and-”

“No, wait!” Jas gasped, reaching out and grabbing his arm as he began to turn away from her. She tugged him back towards her, standing on her toes and quickly pressing her lips to his. It was a quick kiss, over in a few seconds, and Bucky had barely had time to respond to it before Jas was dropped back down on her toes and clearing her throat awkwardly, her face red. “Sorry, I… I was processing. I’d really like to go on dates with you, Bucky.”

He grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “Good. That’s… That‘s good. I’d like that.”

“Bucky.”

“Yeah?”

“You gonna kiss me or am I gonna be the one doing all the heavy lifting in this relationship?” Jas raised an eyebrow and Bucky chuckled, slipping an arm around her and pulling her towards him. He leaned in closer to her, before freezing and looking at her with a furrowed brow. “What is it, Barnes? Did you change your mind already?”

“You don’t still have feelings for Steve, do you?”

“No!” Jas pulled a face. “Bucky. He’s old. Like really old.”

“So am I!”

“Yeah but he looks old.”

“Wow, never had you down for the shallow type, Jasmine.”

She groaned. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

“Okay,” Bucky hummed, finally closing the gap between them and doing as she asked.

Outside, Sam beamed as he peered through the window before he held his hand out to Steve, who sighed and begrudgingly shoved $20 into his waiting palm.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you talking to her, Sam,” Steve grumbled. “You hustled an old man.”

“Yeah,” Sam smiled widely, stuffing the money into the pocket of his jeans. “I did.”

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[holylulusworld]

Ms. Bodyguard – The black dress

Summary: Jensen is used to be the hero on his show. He’s not a coward, not at all - but when he gets attacked by an unknown man the studio insists on a full-time bodyguard. Specialist in protecting people while living with them - you agree to protect Jensen but he doesn’t like the fact a ‘small’ girl shall protect him. Will you be able to protect the unwilling actor?

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Bodyguard!Reader

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Clif Kosterman, ‘the shadow’

Warnings: angst, blood, slow-burn, attempted murder, comforting, injured reader, threats, a hint of making-out, tension, pining

A/N: Guardian angel is the readers codename. Sweetheart is Jensen’s.

A/N2: Please read the codewords or this chapter will be difficult to understand. 

Codewords in this chapter:

Ares – drop everything and run

Zeus – attacker sighted

Athena – backup needed

Nemesis – attacker down

Asclepius – Guardian angel down/hit

Ms. Bodyguard Masterlist

Sleep didn’t come last night. While you tried anything to find a lead to ‘the shadows’ whereabouts and how he could survive your attack, Jensen always stayed close to you.

The tension thick enough to make being close to your client uncomfortable you shift in the armchair. All you want is to protect him, take your former lover down without getting involved with Jensen.

You know the way he looks at you too well. There is no denying he’s attracted to you and this will make things more complicated if the attacker tries to make a move.

“Jensen, it’s a no go.” Breaking the awkward silence you meet Jensen’s eyes. “I know how you feel. When something like that happens to people, they tend to fall for their bodyguards. It’s not going to happen, sweetheart.”

Jensen nods silently but he gives you a smirk. “Did you find anything about your former partner? Did your friend of a friend find any information?”

He tries to change the topic, but you don’t call him out, not today. “Nothing so far, Jensen but I got an idea. It’s not without a risk but I know how to lure the shadow out.”

“Shoot me, Terminator.” Jensen sips at his coffee, looking expectantly at you. “If we get hold of that monster, I am all in.”

“This weekend, the party, you should attend it with me by your side. He needs to see me and you together, Jensen. I know he’ll not be able to resist and attack you. The shadow is a sneaky bastard but, and that is the good news, he’s predictable.” Nervously playing with your mug you look at Jensen, waiting for his decision. 

“Means you want to go to the party, show him your sexy ass and lure him into a trap. So, am I the bait or you?” Smirking you get up to pat Jensen’s shoulder.

“Me…crap…” You can hear the edge in Jensen’s voice, knowing he doesn’t show he’s scared. “Fine. What will I have to do?”

“Come with me, stay by my side, and do as I say oh…” Smirking you squeeze Jensen’s shoulder. “…and look pretty.”

“If you wear a nice dress, I am all in, Terminator.” Grinning Jensen looks at you. “I’d let you push me in the line of fire anytime.”

“Jensen, this is not funny. If he’s there, he’ll try to kill you and me. I don’t know if he will go after me and ignores you but, as I know that bastard, he’ll enjoy hurting you to hurt me.” Swallowing thickly Jensen looks up at you. “Do you still want to risk it?” 

“You told me the only way to get hold of the shadow is to lure him out. The party is the perfect opportunity. 

If we do not stop, he could hurt other people, innocent people like the girl. I am not Dean Winchester, but he’s a part of my life for that long, I know he would be disappointed if I let you down.”

“You know, that was the stupidest thing you ever said, sweetheart. Forget about your role, tell me if you are willing to risk getting hurt, Jensen. It’s only me and you in this room. No one will judge you.” Jensen takes a deep breath, recalling the words the man whispered into his ear.

“I am all in, Y/N. We will do this and bring him down. We got a lot of work to do…” Snickering you take his hand in yours squeezing it tightly. “…and I want a kiss after we got him.”

Walking down the stairs you can’t help but smile at Jensen. He’s wearing a suit and bowtie. Smirking at you he holds out his hand. “You look stunning, Y/N. I mean, not that you do not look great in combat boots and a skirt but…damn, sweetheart…”

“Don’t flatter me, Ackles. Underneath that black dress, I am hiding a gun and a nice knife.” Smirking you admire his outfit and the way his green eyes sparklewhen he ogles you shamelessly. “You look great too. Does the vest sit tight enough?”

“Bulletproof and stab-proof, awesome.” Jensen gives you a wink, hiding he’s nervous as hell. “Ready?”

“One last time. You will stay by my side the whole evening when I tell you, Ares, you will haul your ass out of the danger zone and stay with Clif. Do not try to play hero or crap.” Nodding Jensen recalls your instructions.

 “Ares got it. I stay with Clif and try to not get killed.” Humming you straighten his bowtie, not missing the way his breathing quickens. “I’ll do as you say.”

“Nice party.” Looking around the crowded room you check on your earpiece again. “Clif can you hear me?”

“Roger, Guardian angel. The cameras cover most of the room and the backstage area. I’ll stay here with Scott and tell you if I see anyone suspicious. The security team doesn’t know about the reason they have to double-check the invitations.” Clif replies.

“Good. We can’t trust anyone, Clif. I’ll stay with Jensen; you will keep an eye from above. No one gets hurt during my watch.” Jensen slings one arm around your waist, a smirk on his lips.

“Got to make it look natural.” Husking the words, he dips his head to press a soft kiss to your neck. “There we go, Y/N. Smile for the cameras.”

“I hate you, Ackles.” Gritting your teeth you fake a smile when his hand caresses the small of your back. He’s gently touching you and a shiver runs down your spine. “Did you see anyone not belonging here?”

“I got no clue, Y/N. Most of the people are from the team. Cast, crew, the rest are caterers and special guests.” Humming you turn around to check the other side of the room. “Did someone ever tell you that you are beautiful.”

“Gosh, Ackles. Stop charming me right now. You’ll get your kiss if we survive this night.” Eyes darken Jensen moves closer to you to slide his fingers along your spine. “Jensen…”

“Just play along, Y/N.” He’s bringing you in his arms, hiding his face in your neck. “There is a guy, opposite us, hiding in the shadows. I don’t know if I saw wrong, but he clenched his jaw anytime I touched you.”

“Can you describe him, sweetheart?” Heart pounding in your chest you slide your hand over your garter belt. “Anything?”

“Tall, around my size. Dark hair, muscular like me, maybe a bit more muscles. Wears a suit but, his shoes are dusty.” Humming you take deep breaths. 

“Clif, opposite my position. A guy in a suit, dark hair, muscular, dirty shoes. He looks at me and Jensen. Let Scott check the cameras…”

“Got it…” While you wait for Scott to check on the man you slide your fingers through Jensen’s hair, gently playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Y/N, Scott says he belongs to the security team. They told him to check the room. I guess they recognized something is going on.”

“Fuck…got it, Clif. Stay alerted. I know he’s here…I can feel it…” Jensen becomes bold. Close to getting attacked again or worse, he cups your face, glancing at your lips. 

“Fuck it…” His lips claim yours and for a moment, you kiss him back, opening your mouth to let his tongue slip in. “Now I can die as a happy man,” Jensen smirks and you are too stunned to respond.

“You know, that breaks one of my…” Looking over Jensen’s shoulder your freeze. “Clif, Zeus. You have to come here. Leave the cameras to Scott. He’s here…”

“We will have to go to the backstage area. When we do it, we’ll do it quickly. You’ll meet up with Clif at the restrooms. The shadow will follow us, so…be careful.” Grabbing Jensen’s jacket, you press a soft kiss to his lips. “Just for show, sweetheart.”

Jensen grins like the cat that got the cream when you let him wrap his arm around your waist. “Game on, baby. I bet he believed we want to do naughty things backstage…”

“Dream on, Ackles. Now, concentration. Clif, go…”

It happens in a matter of seconds. Clif never made it to the backstage area he’s unconscious, just like Scott.

“Hello, Y/N. Long time no see…” The shadow smirks, not missing the way you block his path. “I don’t want to hurt your little toyboy, but you have to admit it was the perfect plan to lure you out.”

“Not that great, Eric. I figured it out within two days, psycho.” Voice laced with venom you pray Clif and Scott are still alive. “Athena, I could need your help.”

“Your little friends Scott and Clif won’t help you, baby girl. Why don’t you handcuff your new toy to the heater, and we can talk like adults?” Eric grins wickedly, glancing at Jensen who looks angrier than you.

“I am not a toyboy, asshat!” Jensen grits out and you roll your eyes at his alpha behavior. 

“Cute, really. I mean do you have the slightest idea who am I or who she is? Do you know what she did for us? I bet you would not sleep well knowing she was a very bad girl.” Eric snickers.

“I bet, not as bad as you, asshole. Killing little girls – huh? Such a strong man, very masculine and heroic, son of a bitch.” Falling into his role Jensen grunts behind you. 

“Tame your little toy, Y/N. I guess he wants the guardian angel to lose another client. What did happen to Thomas? Was it a car accident?” Eyes darken you slide your hand over your thigh. “Nice bomb, wasn’t it?”

“You? It was you?” The realization hits you like a freight train. “All of them? You killed them, the whole family to pay me back?”

“You see, I hate that scar. It ruins my wonderful body.” Eric shrugs, now aiming his gun at you. “You missed my heart, baby. Only a bit to the left and you would’ve killed me but, the knife you left inside my chest stopped the bleeding.”

“Then I’ll do it right this time.” Smirking you block his sight at Jensen.

“I will end him fast but with you.” Eric dips his head, glancing at Jensen. “But with you...I’ll take my sweet time, maybe fuck you one last time? Good old times and all.”

“I don’t think so, Athena…ready?” 

“Stop calling your client's name. He won’t…” The sound of your backup’s voice let Eric’s eyes widen. 

“Got it, boss…” A voice replies to your order.

Aimless he fires his gun toward you and Jensen to take at least one of you down.

In the blink of an eye, you push Jensen down, roll over to get your gun out, firing the whole magazine into Eric’s chest. 

“Didn’t mean him, asshole…fuck… Nemesis…“ Panting you press one hand to your side, feeling the blood seeping out of your wound you fall to your knees.

“Asclepius, I…” 

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Karasuma and the revenge trio for 13 Please?

This is referring to an awesome AU made by @assclass-vibes !! It’s where Karasuma adopts/raises Karma, Kayano, and Itona. I totally recommend checking out their blog and all the fun posts they’ve made for this AU! 💜

“And how did this happen?”

~~

“Uh-oh.”

“This can’t be good.”

“Well, what do we do now?”

“Obviously, we clean up!”

Irina face-palmed in annoyance, feeling a headache come on. It was still nothing compared to the migraine Karasuma was going to have once he came home from work.

She’d been on her way home from her recent facial, happy with how it turned out and the relief she always got venting to her favorite masseuse Eva, when suddenly she received texts from the brats, calling for help. It was an emergency.

Naturally, Irina mentally bitched about it but still hauled ass over there, gun loaded just in case.

She was shocked at the sight. In the four hours that Karasuma was at work so far that day, the brats had actually managed to completely fucking destroy their backyard.

Actually, that was an understatement.

The once trimmed, nice, green backyard, only cluttered with some of the kids’ stuff like bikes, etc, and the family’s grill...

Was now half-charred. A good portion of what was formerly lush green grass, was stained black. The scent of something burning was strong in the air and she wrinkled her nose. 

Her eye caught the trash can and the poorly-hidden fireworks that had been haphazardly stuffed in there. Oh.

On the still-green side, there was a kiddie pool set up, filled with tennis balls and rubber duckies. It was deflating, and water seeped onto the ground like there was no tomorrow.

There were random objects scattered everywhere, most of which really had no business being in the hands of children. There were more than a few knives, a golf club, empty yogurt containers, and in the very middle of the yard, was a huge tire. One that looked like it belonged to a monster truck.

What in the fuck happened?!

She turned back to look at the kids, wondering if her face reflected the awe, horror, agitation, and shock that she felt. “Tell me exactly: how did all this happen?”

Update: it did.

Karma looked away, shoving his hands into his pockets. There was a rare look of embarrassment in his gaze, which was locked onto the dead grass beneath his Sonic Ninja sock-clad feet. 

Itona frowned and ducked his head slightly, his cheeks looking pink compared to their usual pale complexion. 

Only Kayano accepted her straightforward glare, offering up a scowl of her own. “We didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, kid.”

Karma let out a huff. “Look, we can sit down and tell you, in detail, every stupid thing we did that led to this. But for now, we need to make a plan and try to fix it.”

Huh. Irina was a bit impressed.

Itona finally spoke up, lifting his gaze. “But he’s coming home in another hour and a half. How can we possibly fix everything?” He gestured aggressively to the yard. “The grass is burnt.”

The other two looked dejected again, guilt in their eyes. 

Irina watched all three closely before sighing. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through her list of contacts. She could feel their confused gazes on her as her finger hovered above the name. “Look, I know you’re good kids...so I’ll do you a favor this time and take care of all this.”

They eyed her with a mix of suspicion and gratefulness. “How?” Kayano asked.

Irina didn’t answer. She pressed the name and held it to her ear. “Hello? John? I need a favor. Now.”

~~~~

“I’m home,” Karasuma called. He slipped off his shoes and made his way down the hallway of their home, jacket and briefcase on one arm.

“Kids?” He peered into the living room.

“Welcome home,” they greeted in unison, in varying levels of enthusiasm. 

Kayano was sitting on the rug, her legs tucked behind her as she held a book in her hands. Karma was stretched onto the couch, his height taking up almost all of it as he played a game on his phone. Itona sat at the kitchen bar, tinkering with one of his inventions.

“How was your day?” Kayano asked, rising to wrap her arms around him. 

Karasuma gently patted her head. “It was alright. How about you guys? Were you alright?”

Karma waved him off. “Yeah, yeah, we were fine.”

Itona shrugged, leaving the kitchen to plop himself right over Karma’s legs, earning a dirty look from the redhead which he ignored. “It was pretty boring.”

Karasuma raised an eyebrow at that. “Really? Boring? You guys didn’t destroy anything?”

Kayano laughed. “Nooo~ I love how that was your first assumption, though.”

“I know you three well enough to know that chaos is just permanently associated with you.”

Karma gasped dramatically. “Ouch, pops.”

“Take a look around then,” Itona suggested. “Check if we ruined anything?”

And so Karasuma did. He went around their home, looking at every room and every crevice, followed by the three of them.

Finally, he made his way to the backyard. “Oh wow.” He nodded appreciatively, his tone full of surprise. “You even cleaned up.”

The yard was full of luscious, vivid grass again. It was neatly cut and overall looked gorgeous. The pool was re-inflated with clean, cool water, perfect on the hot summer day they were having. All of the games, bikes, and such were neatly parked on the side of the yard.

Overall, it looked perfect. Better than it had in a while.

He smiled and ruffled all their heads, earning grins, scowls, and pouts in return. “Thank you.”

“No problem, Dad,” All three replied half-heartedly, already planning the thank-you gift they were going to give Irina.

[undertalethingems]

Bark at the Moon, Chapter 8: Local Cryptid

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Rating, Setting: Gen, Pre-canon

Chapter Warnings: None

Chapter Summary:  A rumor's been spreading in Snowdin...

"I'd dismissed it as gossip myself, but then that Ice Cap said they attacked it," Dogaressa was saying, catching Undyne's attention as she stepped indoors.

"What's going on?"

"Oh! Captain!" Dogamy yelped, and the dogs gathered around the table at Grillby's quickly stood and saluted.

"At ease," she said, and the group collectively wagged their tails as they sat back down. "Really though, what were you talking about before I came in?"

"Some rumor," Doggo replied dismissively. "It's been going around a couple weeks now. Supposedly there's some kind of beast running around attacking people. Some even think it's a human. I don't believe a word though, I haven't seen anything."

"And we haven't smelled anything," Dogamy added, his wife nodding. "It was all just hearsay until two days ago, but everyone's been on edge because of it."

"Two days ago--that's when the Ice Cap saw it?" Undyne surmised, and her crew nodded.

"Did they get a good look at it? If someone's causing trouble--or if it IS a human--we can't let them escape justice. You know the policy."

The dogs exchanged looks.

"Well..." Dogamy started.

"The Ice Cap didn't exactly see what they attacked," Dogaressa said, drumming the table with her claws, her brows furrowed. "All they could say was that it was big and white--frankly, that could be anyone at this table. Or even just a snowbank... The rumors, though..."

"Supposedly," Doggo picked up, "it's some kind of deathly skeletal beast that picks off people who stray too far into the woods to eat their dust. Sounds like something parents would say to scare their kids if you ask me. Uh... that's why we haven't reported it. We were just discussing what to do before you walked in."

"I see." Undyne narrowed her eye. "...Skeletal?"

Doggo shrugged. "Yeah, all made of bones, like the brothers who used to live around here, but no one's actually seen it so who knows... By the way, have you heard from either of them lately? I thought sure Papyrus would be back from vacation by now, and you said Sans was sick... but it's been a real long time..."

Undyne studied her crew's somber faces and made a quick decision. "Papyrus is fine, I've been in contact with him. As for Sans... we don't know where he is--just that he... probably isn't dead. Seems he's taking a vacation of his own."

The table considered her words somberly.

"There's been some speculation that he was one of the beast's first victims," Dogaressa said quietly. "Of course, no one else has disappeared, so it's kind of silly, but... he has been gone for a while, and other people have been attacked."

"It's been a lot more glum without either of 'em runnin' around," Doggo sighed, propping his head on a paw, and Undyne's heart twisted.

"Well, I'll let Papyrus know how much you guys miss him, and... I guess, keep an eye out for Sans--and this so-called beast. If people are getting hurt, we need to bring it--or whoever's behind this--into custody as soon as possible. I'll have more formal orders for you later, but if you'll excuse me, I DID come here to order food."

The dogs nodded and waved her off, and she headed for the counter.

"Hey Grillby, long time no see. Yeah, one order of cheese fries, thanks."

She waited on her food, thoughts buzzing. If the rumor was true, it didn't make any sense. A skeletal beast... she only knew one person who fit that description, and he'd been hanging with her for three weeks now. Her fries were set before her, interrupting her thoughts briefly, but she continued to ponder as she ate. Gossip and rumor wasn't unheard of--it, for better or worse, was a frequent form of entertainment in the Underground. But tales of strange creatures were rare--largely because almost everyone was a strange creature. Was someone trying to play a joke...? Being petty about their neighbor? Or... was there more to it? She needed information.

"Hey, so the rumor that's been going around, the one about the beast," she started, turning to the red bird sitting next to her. "Any idea who started it?"

The bird opened a bleary eye. "No one's entirely sure, Cap'n. Jus', one day it was all the kids could talk about. Think maybe it's some game they're playin'. Right Grilbz?"

The fire elemental paused to nod.

"Hmm. The Guard told me people have been attacked?"

"Sure, and everyone's all jumpy because of that," the bird replied, "but I still think it's the kids, messin' around with their magic. Someone oughta set 'em back on track."

Undyne snorted a laugh. "I get the hint. Still... no one's even seen it, but they're all pretty sure it's not a regular monster, huh?"

The bird thought for a moment. "Guess not. If it's someone new to town, why haven't they introduced themselves? Us Snowdin folks don't bite--the dogs are real good about that."

"I would hope so," Undyne stated, brow raised. "You're right though. If there really is someone out there attacking people, they need to be dealt with. Thanks for the info. Here Grillby, keep the change. Stay safe."

The dogs saluted her as she marched back out; she was really glad she'd decided to treat herself and learned about this situation sooner rather than later. What an odd rumor to start up... Her thoughts still swirled, trying to piece it all together. She was confident no one had seen Papyrus in his current state--but maybe something had gotten past her. If that was the case though, why had the rumors started in Snowdin and not Waterfall? And that relied on the description of the beast being accurate--as far as she knew, no one had actually seen it. It was an odd coincidence--but not enough for proof.

With a scowl deepening on her face, no one dared stop her during her patrol, and by the time she headed off to pick up Papyrus she was ready to punch something. People were getting hurt, and she couldn't understand or figure out why. Maybe it was reckless kids--but whether it was that, some rogue monster, or even a human somehow, they needed to be stopped. And if it was Papyrus at the center of this--then someone needed to be set straight about that too. But without any major leads or evidence, she couldn't take action. There was nothing she could do about it. She hated it.

"Undyne? You look... displeased..." Papyrus noted wincingly as she stormed into his sanctuary, and she checked herself.

"Sorry, uh... bad day at work. Hope things went okay here?"

"Yes! Quiet as usual! Well! Except for when I was practicing my best bone rattles. Would you care for a demonstration?"

Somehow, he was already brightening her mood--she broke into a smile. "Aaaah c'mere, I'll rattle your bones for ya!"

He dodged her lunge with a yelp and took off, and she was happy to chase after him and let off steam until she ran out of breath. Sinking to the cavern floor with a clatter, she laid her legs out in front of her and leaned back on her hands, panting. Papyrus, who had won yet another round, trotted up and turned in place a few times before laying down next to her.

"That should have put some distance between you and your problems," he said, and she laughed breathlessly.

"Oh, my god."

"I'm not wrong." He beamed.

"No," she replied, "no, you aren't. I feel a lot better. Thanks."

"Then I have done my job! Nyeh heh heh!"

"Hey, I saw some people who really miss you today."

"Really?"

"Yeah--I went to Grillby's for lunch and talked to the dogs, they're all still worried about you guys and hope you'll be back soon."

"Aw," Papyrus said, looking flattered. "I still can't believe I have so many fans! I'll have to be sure to say hello when I return--though, not by going to Grillby's. I could smell you coming almost as soon as I could hear you!"

"Hey, I don't smell that bad!"

Papyrus looked like if he'd had a nose, he'd have wrinkled it. "You smell like greasy, sweaty fish and it's a wonder I haven't keeled over."

"Oh my god! I'm gonna push you into the lake!"

"Then I'm taking you with me! You need a bath!"

"Just you try it, bone boy! NGAAAAAHHH!"

Undyne was up and chasing him again in a flash--and between her own single-mindedness and some clever moves on Papyrus' part she did end up careening into the lake. Armor sopping, she hauled herself up laughing, and had to take a moment to lean with hands on her knees. Papyrus watched her happily, tail waving in a motion that wasn't quite wagging but seemed to mean the same thing.

"Alright, I've had enough fooling around for now. Ready to head home?"

"Yeah! I think I'd like to try those clothes you talked about tonight."

"Awesome! Yeah, Alphys helped me pick some stuff out, she knows what dealing with a tail is like and had some great suggestions. I think you're really gonna like 'em!"

Papyrus bounced in place, then darted off to collect his things. Undyne was extra vigilant as they headed back; she scouted ahead to make sure the coast was clear, ears pricked and eye darting at every sound and motion they encountered. Escort missions were always a bother, but if her friend was being targeted by awful rumors... She wasn't taking any chances.

They got back to her house without incident, but Undyne had made a decision. She'd considered leaving the strange sightings to the Snowdin unit until further notice, certain they could handle it. But the more she'd thought about it, the more she was certain someone had seen Papyrus. Considering it was her duty to protect him while he tried to regain his other form, she owed it to him to track down whoever had started the rumor and get to the bottom of this personally. He was getting more comfortable with himself every day--he hadn't slipped in over a week--and she wouldn't let his own hometown ruin that for him. They spent the evening laughing, wrestling, and relaxing as they always did, but all the while, Undyne had her mind set on her goal.

It was only a few days later that she heard from the Snowdin dogs that word had spread of residents hearing eerie howls. According to witnesses, these cries came from deep within Snowdin Forest late at night, well after most monsters had gone to bed. But despite being the usual suspects, the calls were not coming from the dogs themselves--they didn't sound right. No one quite knew how to describe what they'd heard, but they all knew how it had made them feel: terrified.

All this had been charted in a brief report. Undyne looked it over again, shaking her head. She'd thought the beast rumor had been based on a sighting of Papyrus, but there was no way he was responsible for these howls. He'd have to be sneaking out every night while she was asleep... which, she supposed was possible. She wasn't sure he slept...? But, she was sure he wouldn't risk the whole trek to and from Snowdin every night, and she knew he'd never hurt anyone. He liked fighting, but... this wasn't his style at all. She had no reason to doubt him.

Undyne glared at the report and growled under her breath. Was the rumor and the howling even connected? The story had started up well before any strange noises... it didn't add up. None of this made sense and it was making her brain hurt. She slipped the note into the rest of the paperwork she'd put together so far, then left the small archive feeling antsy. It wasn't often a full report had to be filled out--most incidents were small and easily resolved, but this one... people had been hurt. Someone had to face justice for that, whether the beast was real or not.

And then, only a few days after the howling had begun, someone pounded on her door in the middle of the night. She ushered Papyrus into her room--a rare allowance--and answered to find the Dogi and Grillby decked out in a plastic poncho, wading boots, and an umbrella. His normally reserved expression seemed alarmed, and Undyne wasn't sure if it was because of a trek through hostile territory, or why he was here to begin with.

"What's happened?" she said quickly, and the Dogi saluted.

"Captain! We apologize for waking you, but this was urgent. The beast is real--Grillby saw it!" Dogamy replied, and his wife nodded.

"Grillby, please describe what you saw to Captain Undyne."

Her understanding of Hands was rusty, but Undyne did her best to follow the bartender as he explained. He'd just turned in for the night after closing, and hadn't been in bed long when a noise disturbed him. He got up to investigate, and found something digging in the restaurant trash.

At this point, he paused, looking unsure of himself.

"Go on," Undyne encouraged, and he rubbed the back of his neck before continuing.

He'd turned up his light, and seen it really was skeletal just like the rumor had said (and with Sans being his best customer, he knew a skeleton when he saw one). But the creature had noticed him as well, and he took no chances and cast a burst of flame at it. It darted off faster than he thought a creature of that size could move, and just like that, it was gone. He'd secured his trash, then found the Dogi as quickly as he could to give them his report and evidence. They'd made the decision to go to Waterfall from there.

Undyne considered all this carefully. "Thank you, Grillby. Whatever this thing is, it seems like it's getting bolder. We might have to put a curfew in place until we can catch it--for now, advise people to put their trash indoors and keep an eye out. Did you smell anything unusual on the evidence?"

Dogamy shook his head. "It just smelled like snow--and Grillby's--and maybe something else we couldn't identify. Not good enough to track. But here, you can have it for the file."

He handed her a small plastic baggie with a few torn-up napkins and a burger wrapper with holes punched in it--a bite pattern. She eyed it skeptically, but took it and set it on the table. "Thanks. You guys get some rest, call me if anything else happens. We'll continue the investigation tomorrow. Dismissed."

The Dogi saluted, and Grillby gave an awkward bow before they left. Undyne waited until they were well out of earshot.

"Okay Papyrus, you can come out. They're gone."

The door creaked, and he slowly crept out. "Is everything alright? What happened?"

She smiled at him. "Everything's fine! Just a small investigation that's ongoing, nothing you need to worry about."

"Oh, I'm not worried--I want to help! If. If I can. If that is a thing I can do. Which it almost definitely is."

Undyne shook her head. "No Papyrus. The Guard is handling this. Your assignment is staying safe while you try to get your regular body back."

Papyrus looked hurt. "You think I can't keep myself safe? You complimented my bullet patterns just last week--"

"I know!" Undyne snapped. "Your magic is great, but--"

"But what?"

She grit her teeth, rubbing her face. "... We're still trying to figure out what's going on, and everyone's on high alert for anything strange. Even Grillby... I don't want you getting hurt because someone made a mistake. I'll bring you in when I think the time is right, but until then, you have to stay hidden, and no investigating on your own. Promise?"

Papyrus studied her for a bit, and closed his eyes. "... I promise, Undyne."

She breathed a sigh. "Alright. And I'm SERIOUS! No sneaking out!"

He jumped, then nodded quickly. "I'm sure if I did not get in trouble out there, I would be in a definite quantity of trouble with you, and that is the opposite of a calming thought. So. I'll just wait here! You can count on me!"

Undyne smiled. "Good. I'm gonna go back to bed so I'm ready for tomorrow. You should try and rest too."

"I will. Goodnight, Undyne."

"G'night."

Undyne turned back to her bedroom. With all this new information, falling asleep would he hard... But it was better if she faced this with a clear head.

Because the only thought she'd had that seemed to make any sense was that this creature was Sans, and that couldn't be right. She'd never admit to Papyrus, but she was starting to doubt he was even alive at this point... and they'd both told her this shapeshifting thing was unique to Papyrus. But Undyne didn't know of any other skeletons...

Even if it was Sans somehow, she couldn't let Papyrus go charging in, not when he matched the description of the creature everyone was either attacking or had orders to capture. Until she knew more, she couldn't let him get involved. She settled into bed, one thought clear above the others.

No matter who or what this creature was, it wouldn't escape.

[bluedemon1995]

Families Can Be Made

So I was thinking that I’ve read stories about Pidge and Keith adopting a baby Galran and I was thinking that I could also see them adopting a teen. Cuz they are so badass, so here we go! This will probably be a few one shots when I have time. I’m just starting to feel better so hopefully I can go back to my actual stories. But I will be doing one shots as inspiration strikes! Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!!!

Pidge is working in her lab, per her usual Wednesday routine when suddenly the door is slammed opened and Keith stalks in. “I can’t do this! The cadets are idiots! It’s like I’m teaching a bunch of”

Pidge started laughing, “What a bunch of you!?”

Keith arched a brow, “No, I was going to say a bunch of Lance’s but maybe it’s really a bunch of you!”

I smirked, “You’d be so lucky.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “Okay, maybe it’s not just one of anything but this group is trying my nerves. Maybe I’m not cut out for this, why did I think I could be a teacher? I have no patience! I”

Pidge finally stops typing to spin her chair around, curling her index finger, she motions for Keith to come closer. “Okay Mr, no, Commander Kogane, you do this every year. I can’t do this…this is so hard…my students are idiots…blah, blah, blah. And every year, you adjust, you wing it, you get annoyed, yell and you connect. YOU, my love, are an amazing teacher!!! Really teaching doesn’t even cover it because, you are MORE than that! You become their friend and mentor. But honestly, stop the fucking whining!” With that last statement she punches him in his solar plexus.

Keith huffs out a cough, then laughs, wrapping his arms tightly around his wife, “Shut up. You have no idea, you have interns who like to please you. Shit they live to make you smile! I have students who like to”

Giggling, Pidge interjects, “Challenge you. That’s what you were going to say right? And if, I know my husband, and I do! He is going to have his students whipped into shape in no time!” Leaning up she nipped his lip, then pulled his head down for a better kiss, a deeper kiss, a kiss that after all these years still makes her giddy.

Keith quickly settled in, pulling her closer and maneuvering her to the edge of the table, just as he was getting her maneuvered so she would lay down on the table, he heard an alarm. Sighing, he arched a brow.

She grinned, “The game is afoot!” Pushing him, she hops down off the table and runs to her data pad. “Someone made it past Drew’s initial security system. That means we have a hacker! Oh boy! This is gonna be awesome! I wonder who it is…first year? Had to be…the other ones have never shown any interest.”

As she starts mumbling and pulling up multiple screens, he queries,“Security system? What security system? Drew-our ten year old son-Drew? What the???”

“Now honey, Drew and I are essentially creating a system of security for our offices and a few other strategic places. No, no, don’t give me that look! He needs practice and he needs to challenge himself. And let’s be honest, while the school they attend is good…it’s not Holt good. So I came up with this little game…and well we just got triggered.” With a very gremlin and almost evil look on her face she rubbed her hands together.

Keith closes his eyes and sighs. Of course. The lab door again slams into the wall. “MOM!!!! We got someone!!! Did you see, did you see?!!”

Keith opens his eyes to see his son, looking WAY too happy, along with Matt, Hunk and …there we go, Finn and Abbey pulling up the rear. Sighing, he knew they were in for the long haul. He stood up trying to adjust his pants and went to pick up his youngest at 6. “Abbey, hey precious girl! What are you guys doing here?” She at least wouldn’t lie to him! He had to act quick before the others covered for her.

“Daddy!! Uncle Matt and us were going to surprise mommy!! And then our trap was pulled! Yay! It’s party time!”

Keith looked to Uncle Matt, “And I’m to believe, you just showed up here?”

Matt grinned, that damn Holt grin, seriously it should be illegal. And now he has three mini Holts, he’s doomed!

Matt states calmly, “Well, Drew might have mentioned that some things were in play so we might of just come to see. Then who do I run into? Hunk! What the odds?”

Keith looked to Hunk who was trying not to make eye contact. “Um, I have cookies.”

Keith shook his head, this group was incorrigible. Shaking his head, he grabbed a cookie and settled in. “So you just happened by with cookies? Sure, by all means, let the show begin!”

Drew smiled, “Dad! I’m so glad you are here! I didn’t want you to miss it but mom said that you would find out somehow…she said it’s like you have a sixth sense!!!”

Keith nodded, “Oh, yeah, I do. And experience, let’s not forget that!”

As Matt, Hunk and Drew gathered around Pidge and her computers, Abbey and Finn rushed to fill Keith in on their day with Uncle Matt. Nodding and eating, Keith got up to get drinks for the kids when he heard an “AHA!”

Looking over, he handed the chocolate milk to their youngest two and looked over Pidge’s shoulder. “Hey, that boy-he’s in my class. Quiet, sits in the back, missing homework.”

Pidge grins, “This kid is a genius. We gotta catch him in the next stage!”

When Keith looks confused, Drew replies, “DAD, we made it so if you make it through the first system, you don’t KNOW, that we caught YOU!!! But we DID! So when they go to the next step, we KNOW!! Then BAM! Trap set!”

“Okay kiddo, you know you don’t have to yell, right? I’m right here. Literally next to you. So, you all cannot come and catch this kid. You know that right?”

Pidge smiles, “No worries, said kid, he’s coming to us. It’s all part of my plan, my pretty!”

Abbey jumps, “That’s like Wizard of Oz!” She then proceeds to sing, at top volume, “Somewhere over the Rainbow”. Keith opens his mouth, only to have Finn yell, “STOP! Your voice is hurting my ears!”

Crying ensures, until Hunk scoops up Abbey and walks her over to the fish tank and Matt grabs Finn, explaining how big brothers have to be careful because little sisters are very sensitive. Pidge growls but ignores the conversation for the greater good.

A loud ear piercing whistle breaks out, Keith looks around the room. “Plan and places-now.”

Pidge smiles, “Okay, Finn and Abbey, got to my room and you can watch a movie-Finn it’s your turn to pick, Abbey-one more milk then that’s it-now.” Hurt feelings forgotten, both run to watch their favorite cartoon. Matt and Hunk set up near the datapads and video screens doing some modifying. To what Keith has no clue.

Which left Drew, Pidge and Keith. Keith looks to Pidge, “Well apparently this is your guys show. Or should I say party? What’s next?”

Pidge looks to Drew, “Little man, fill dad in.”

Drew grins, mischievously, “Well, Dad, let’s go catch our hacker.”

Two hours later…

Keith, Pidge and Drew have a very aloof teenaged boy trapped in a hall. He looks up, and for a moment, fear flashes in his eyes. Then a mask settles. “So, I guess I got caught. Whatever, kick me out already. It’s not like I want to be here. Fuck it!”

Drew’s eyes are big, “MOM! He said the F-word!! I wanna say the F-word, it’s no fair!”

Pidge grins, “I told you, once you hit the teen years, you can. Until then…quiznack it up!”

Keith closes his eyes, just for a second, before he lands a hard glare on the boy in front of him. “What do you think you were doing? Do you not have enough homework? Not enough drills? This is”

“Amazing!” Pidge interjects, “You did great, got farther than even I thought! So, what tripped you up? I saw you trying to backtrack at some point but then it looks like you gave up.”

The kid looked shocked.

Keith takes a step forward, trying to gain control of this mess, “Okay, let’s”

Pidge notices how the kid locked down his expression, essentially looking like he didn’t have a care in the world. Which she KNEW was an act. She’s a mom now, and let’s just say she’s gained a very good insight to kids. This boy, while technically a teenager, was still a kid. A smart kid. Who was different. While many different species lived on Earth now, not everyone was kind to Galra’s even after all this time. And in the second Pidge processed all this, she made a decision. He was going to be her protégé.

Interrupting Keith is never a good idea but being his wife did come with some benefits. So she pushed forward, “Pidge, what’s your name?”

The kid looked..surprised. Surprise is good. She offers her hand, giving him time to process and catch up.

“Um, well, my name, is, um, Mason. I mean, Private Micheal Mason. Ma’am.”

“Well hell, I thought we were being nice. I’m not a ma’am, nope you can call me Pidge or Mrs. Kogane, got it?”

“Yes, sorry.”

“And I’m Drew Kogane. You almost beat me but I still won!”

Pidge could see that the kid was shocked the program was from Drew, his pride was probably hurting now. Before he said something stupid, because she was sure he would, she decided to say something.

“Yes, Drew and I set a little experiment. Why don’t you come with me and let’s see where you went right and where you might have tripped up? You free now?”

Mason hesitantly replied, “Yes, it’s family weekend so everyone has free time.”

Drew interrupted, “Is your family coming?”

Pidge could see the answer in the set of his shoulders and wondered how he would respond. He had a wall around him but, well, so did Keith. Hell, she was good at getting around walls, through walls, over walls- virtual or physical.

Mason looked down at Drew. “No, no one is coming for me.”

Drew nodded, “Okay, then you can come with us. We can revise.”

Mason’s eyes bounced from Drew to Keith to Pidge’s. “Huh?”

Before Keith could get out a word, Pidge starts, “Yup, come with us. You did an amazing job hacking. But, it’s still sloppy. You gotta watch your time when you do stuff like this. Leave no trace has gotta be the goal.” As she is talking she is maneuvering Drew and Mason towards her lab.

Keith sighs, “Pidge! We cannot reward”

Pidge turns, bumping into Keith, “Babe. It’s not like he hacked into the Garrison. He hacked into mine and Drew’s program.” Lowering her voice, “You know it can’t be easy for him.” Pressing her hand into his chest, right over his heart, while pulling him close, “You know, I know. Let me help him, please.”

Keith sighs, “Damn it. How am I not immune to your shit by now?”

Pidge grins and leans up to kiss him. Leaning into him, slowly snaking her hand into his hair.

Meanwhile, Mason turns and sees his INSTRUCTOR kissing. That really nice woman. He turns around quickly, face red, only to see the little kid groan.

“Yeah, you kinda just have to ignore that. They kiss a lot!!! It’s not normal but what are you going to do. They just act like that, so we gotta cept it. So, now , tell me how you were able to disrupt my algorithm.”

[softboywriting]

She’s So Particular | Shawn Mendes

Summary: When the actress hired for the video shoot for Particular Taste doesn’t show up, the director finds an alternate choice. You work on Shawn’s crew as a scheduling assistant and you and Shawn have been flirting for years, your dynamic is undeniable and the director notices right away. This steamy video shoot will be just the push you two need to fully acknowledge how you feel for each other. [teasing] [flirting]

Word Count: 2.5k

|Masterlist In Bio|

You sink into the cloth folding chair designated for Shawn as you watch him pretend to take a phone call on the bedroom set before you. You have been at this video shoot for Particular Taste for at least three hours now and you're tired. It's chilly in the studio and you didn't bring a jacket with you. You shouldn't even be there still, you should be shooting on location at the nightclub down the street but someone hasn't shown up for the shoot yet. That someone is Tessa, the actress hired to play the girl Shawn is pining after. 

"Cut!" The director yells and Shawn rolls off the bed. "That's great, you look awesome Shawn. You really sold that trip on to the bed." 

Shawn laughs. "Probably because I actually tripped." He walks around behind the camera with Chris, the director, and stands there watching the play back. The crew has just been filming solo bits of Shawn while waiting for Tessa. "Looks pretty good. Could we maybe do like, a take where someone actually calls me?" 

"Yeah? You don't think it looks like you're really on the phone?" 

Shawn shakes his head. "No, I just don't feel like I'm selling it." 

"Okay, cool. We'll reshoot and have you call someone." Chris sets the camera back up for filming and a couple set dressers go in and straighten the room. 

Shawn walks over to you and you grin up at him. "Hey you." 

"Hey yourself." You stand and he shakes his head, not wanting his seat. "What's up?" 

"Can I call you for the shot?" 

"You wanna call me?" You shiver and he shrugs his jacket off. It's a red silky one he's been wearing for the video all day and he puts it around your shoulders. 

"I think it'd be best to call a girl. More realistic?" 

You pull the jacket closed around you and smirk. "You gonna flirt with me on the phone Shawn?"

"You know it." 

"Positions!" 

"I'll call you." Shawn says with a wink as he runs back onto set and gets in position to start filming.

"Where's your jacket?" Chris asks, leaning out from behind the camera.

"I took it off. I think being home in my tank top is more relaxed, like I'm just calling this girl up, not making big plans yeah?" 

"Alright." Chris leans back. "From the top!" The song starts playing and Shawn goes into acting mode.  

You're so engrossed in the scene you almost forget to answer your phone. "Hello?" 

"Hey, it's Shawn. Remember?"

"New phone who dis?"

"Oh you shit."

You snicker. "Is this the guy from the club?"  You ask, referencing the plot that has yet to be filmed.

"Yes."

"Is this a booty call?" 

"Ohmygod." 

You chance a peek back at him. "You gotta buy me dinner first at least." 

"Cut! You missed your cue to trip." Chris laughs. "Should you not call someone?" 

"No! No, sorry." He looks over at you and you're grinning. "Let's start again." 

The scene starts again and your phone rings and Shawn answers. "Behave this time."

"You'd like that huh?" You smile at him across the way and quickly turn your back so he doesn't ruin the shot by staring over at you for the bold comment. "What's up?"

"You wanna come over?" 

"Your place or mine?" 

"My place. I know you want to see me."

"Oh I wanna see all of you. I bet you look like a snack." 

You hear him stifle a laugh as he trips and lands on the bed in time with the lyrics "try to play it cool but it never goes right" and you let out a laugh that you have to cover so you don't draw attention to yourself.

"And cut!" 

You turn around and Shawn is getting off the bed, his cheeks are scarlet and he hurries over to look at the playback. You walk over and peek between the two guys. 

"That is perfect." Shawn points to a part where he runs his hand over his hair, no doubt when you called him a snack, and then he trips. "Yes! I knew it'd be better if I was actually talking to someone." He turns and puts his arm around you. "You're the best." 

"I just answered the phone." You laugh and he walks with you over to the catering cart. 

"Yeah but, you actually made me feel like I was calling a girl." He says and you roll your eyes as he twists a stray bit of your hair around his finger. He was always playing with your hair, seemingly endlessly fascinated by it. 

"Oh, what? I'm not a girl?" 

"What? N-no I didn't mean that!" He actually looks panicked. "I mean you...you really sold the call like I was calling a girl I really was into."

"So you're into girls who call you a snack while flirting? That's what gets you hard?" 

He turns bright red. "I dont- I wasn't-"

"I'm kidding! Jeez, you're so soft."

Shawn relaxes, shoulders drooping. "I thought you were really picking on me." He chuckles. "You always keep me on my toes. I dunno what I'd do without you."

"Oh quit being all sappy!" You playfully shove his chest and he stumbles back. You turn and walk toward the drink table and he chases after you. 

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"Has anyone heard from Tessa?" 

"No. I don't think she's coming." 

Shawn sighs and closes his eyes against the brick wall of the nightclub. All the actors who were hired to play extras are already there. All the scenes with Shawn alone have been filmed. If Tessa doesn't show up then it's a wrap for the day and even then there's no guarantee she'll show up tomorrow. 

"Hey," Chris says as he walks toward you and Shawn. "I have an idea." 

"What's up man?" 

"You and her do the video." Chris points at you. "Your chemistry is amazing." 

"Us?" You look at Shawn with wide eyes. "I-I don't know."

"She's our assistant. I mean, she can't?" 

"Says who?" Chris laughs and looks around. "You wanna make a video that feels good? She's the key. I'm telling you, I saw you guys talking earlier. You have chemistry through the roof!" 

"I mean...I know all of the scene plans." You bite your lip and glance up at Shawn. "I'm game if you are?" 

"Can we have a second Chris?" Shawn asks and Chris says to take your time. As soon as he's gone Shawn runs his hand over his hair and stares at you. "Are you sure? What if it's awkward?" 

"Shawn." You lay your hand on his arm and rub softly. "We mess around and tease each other all the time. I'm sure that's what Chris is seeing as chemistry, because yeah I mean it is. We'll just be acting, having fun."

"You're sure?" He holds your shoulders. "I only want to do this if you're completely sure." 

"Yes! Come on, let's go. I'm sure make up will want to do something with me before we start filming." 

After you go through makeup and wardrobe, you and Shawn get set up on the dancefloor. The extras are all around and you take a deep breath and shake out the nerves. The most acting you had done was years ago in highschool for a film project with your best friend. It was less than impressive you're sure, but you try to remember her tips from back then. 

The music starts, a quiet back track of Particular Taste, just the first few verses. You head for Shawn, dancing casually as you approach him at the bar. He smirks, taking your hand as you lead him out into the crowd. His hands find your waist and you're dancing together, eyes locked on one another's.  

"Okay, tease him a bit," Chris says over the music. 

You slide your hands up his chest and down his arms. Shawn looks like he's about to bust, his eyes are locked on you in a way you've never seen. He looks hungry and you're a four course meal. 

“You like that?” you whisper and he nods.

You place your hand in the middle of his chest, rubbing up and down, raking your nails over his skin. You close your hand around the fabric of his shirt and bring him in, hauling him close to your face as the line "she can take you one on one if she feels like". 

His breath ghosts over your lips and you smirk before you push him away and walk into the crowd, glancing back at him. He reaches for you, taking a few steps like a lost puppy and the music dies off.

"Perfect!" Chris shouts. "That was incredible!" 

You walk back over to Shawn and he wraps his arms around you in a crushing hug. "We did it!" 

"You are amazing!" He laughs and keeps his arm around your shoulder as the two of you go up to see the playback. 

"Wow." You stare at the screen when Shawn grabs your waist. The look in his eye is just...wild. "Damn Shawn."

"It's perfect." Chris points at the screen where he's frozen it on you running your hand up Shawn’s chest and then when you grabbed his shirt. "Look, look. You can see the tension!" 

Shawn chuckles softly. "It's crazy." 

"Yeah." You bite your lip and watch as you pull him in for an almost kiss before pushing him away. "Crazy."

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A couple more hours pass and you guys shoot all but the final scene of the video. Your favorite part was Shawn chatting you up outside the club, trying to get your number and he accidentally burped. Like right in your face and the two of you had to take a twenty minute break because you were laughing so hard. It was so unexpected and the tension was high as ever and the burp just broke both of you. 

You're nervous as you and Shawn walk back into the studio where the bedroom set is. You know this next scene is the end and it's a summation of the whole teasing theme of the video. It's where you finally show up at his place and the two of you just go at it. 

"Ready on the set!" You take a deep breath and clear your head. "And action!" 

You knock and stand outside the door to an apartment set as Shawn answers. You grab his face and walk him back into the room as he smirks. He holds your waist and the cameras follow you close by, right by your face as he whispers the lyrics to you along with the music in the background. 

You break away from him and the two of you rush over to the bedroom set. The set dressers fix up a few things and you stand there with Shawn. 

"Nervous?" He smirks and you elbow him.

"Yeah I am." 

"Wanna shout?" 

"Can we?" 

Shawn laughs. "Fuck yeah we can." He lets out a yell, head leaned back. "Come on, do it!" 

"Ahhhh!" You yell and laugh. 

"Louder!" Shawn laughs. "Like this! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

You shriek, a loud blood curdling scream. It feels good. The last few hours have been building up inside you. The tension between you and Shawn was getting unbearable. 

Shawn jumps up and down shaking his hands out. "We're good. We're good." He shakes his head. "Good good good."

You giggle and he stops moving. "You sure you can handle this?" 

"Yes." He takes a deep breath. "Yesssss." 

"You're so fuckin nervous aren't you?" 

"Extremely." He does a few squats. "I wanna crawl out of my damn skin."

You grab his face and he stops moving. "It's just me Shawn. You can trust me." 

"I know. I know." He closes his eyes. "Let's do this." 

"Yeah." You press your forehead to his. "Let's do it."

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Shawn stands before you, hands on your hips and you have your hands on his chest. There are two cameras zooming in on every angle as you explore each other slowly. Hands on hips, arms, back, waist. Him nosing under your jaw. You biting at his shoulder on your tiptoes. It's a back and forth of sensual exploration and you can feel yourself getting completely lost, no longer acting. 

"Ready?" He whispers and you nod, remembering he's supposed to take you to the bed. He lifts you up, walking back and sitting on the bed with you in his lap. 

You duck down, kissing up and down his neck, licking over his pulse point. He lets out a groan and you roll your hips against his lap. You let him change things up and he kisses your neck and you lift his shirt up, parting from each other just enough to get it over his head. The heat pouring off of him is too much and you run your nails down his chest. He grabs your sides and rolls you on to your back. 

Shawn hovers over you, held up by his arm and you bump your nose against his. One hand slides down your body and up your shirt. You arch up against him. 

"I'm so obsessed with her," he breathes, eyes going down your body.

You wrap your legs around his waist and you flip Shawn under you and he stares up, eyes locked on yours. You smirk and hold his wrists. 

"She...just...goes, yeah," he's breathing into the words desperately. 

You lean in and kiss him on the final line "she's got particular taste" and it's like fireworks. As cliche and cheesy as it sounds its the only way you can describe it. Shawn grabs your face, rolling you back under him and the two of you chase each other's kisses. It's like time stopped, everything ceased to be real except for this. 

"Cut! Cut!! Guys?!" 

Shawn pulls back and you're both breathing heavily. Realization floods in that you've just been making out in front of twenty or more people. You feel your cheeks burn and Shawn turns ruby red.

"Wow!" Chris starts clapping in the silent room. "That was crazy!" 

You sit up and Shawn chills on his side next to you, grinning like an idiot. "Is that a wrap, Chris?" 

"I think so. You guys wanna see it?" 

"Nah." Shawn looks at you, eyes going over every inch of your body. "I'm sure we got it." 

"It's a wrap then!" Chris calls out, clapping and the whole crew cheers. 

You fall back and Shawn leans over you. "You wanna get out of here?" 

"I thought you'd never ask. But I have one stipulation."

"Oh yeah?" 

"Mmm. Can I go right for the face?" You smirk.

"She's so particular!" He belts, full falsetto dragging out particular like he did on stage and everything. He licks his lower lip before biting it and standing up, hauling you upright and picking you up in his arms with your legs around his waist. "Let's go," he purrs, walking with you toward the exit. 

"Everyone in this room knows what we're about to go to the hotel and do." You flush, keeping your eyes on his. 

"I don't care. I've wanted you for ages and I know now that it's mutual." You nod and he kisses you, pausing his stride to press your back against the closes doors to the back lot. "Now I've got my particular taste and I'm not about to let it go."  

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As If

[~10 minute read, 2.3k Words -- College!Doyoung x Female Reader -- 4:1 Fluff, Smut -- Pretty vanilla tbh, whoops this turned out cuter than expected]

You checked your watch, anxious to end your shift so you wouldn't keep Michelle waiting, as she was supposed to meet you at the internet cafe after her club meeting. Suddenly, you perked up as you saw a familiar head of curly hair bob into view from behind a display at the front of the store.

"Hey!" Michelle beamed at you, hopping up to the counter. "I got out early, so I thought I'd meet you here and we can go to Byte together. And I brought you a surprise!" Michelle produced two coffees from behind her back.

"Coffee?" You inquired, holding back a giggle. Michelle was easily entertained.

"That new Starbucks Coffee across the street! I've been hearing they're good, so I got us a couple lattes. You know they have a weird size system?"

You sipped at the drink, nodding as Michelle rambled. "It tastes like coffee," you marveled, making your friend punch you in the shoulder. You checked your watch again, excited, "and you helped pass enough time for me to clock off! I'll be right back."

You ran into the backroom, punched your time card, grabbed your backpack, and ran back to meet Michelle at the front of the store. "Can we stop by the music store?" She asked, sipping at the straw she had shoved in the lid of her hot coffee. "I wanted to look for something." You agreed and you both made the short trek from KB Toys to Sam Goody.

You had been working at the mall for the past couple semesters. It wasn't the best job, but it paid enough and Michelle worked at the Limited Too downstairs. You walked into the neon store, music reverberating off the walls, and you noticed a new face behind the counter -- tall, slim, gorgeous. You made eye contact with the beautiful stranger and looked away shyly, following behind Michelle as she looked for whatever it was she was searching for. You peeked over the shelves, accidentally making eye contact again. You ducked, knowing you were just seeing things. Having located the mysterious CD she had been hunting for, Michelle linked arms with you and hauled you up front to the counter, bringing you right back in front of the stranger.

Michelle nodded hello to the clerk and pulled off her little fuzzy backpack to dig through it, searching for her wallet. "Do you guys take AmEx?" She asked, not really listening for an answer while she excavated.

His nametag said "Doyoung". You nervously sipped at your latte. You decided to be brave. Worst case scenario, you could never shop here again. "Doyoung, huh? I work a few stores down and never saw you before. Did you just start here?" You asked. Fair opening line, you figured.

He smiled, nodding. "Just moved here, actually," he said. His prolonged eye contact made you suspicious.

Michelle finally found her wallet and snapped it open to root around for her credit card. She nodded conversationally. "Oh, cool," she said, barely paying attention, "from overseas?"

You spit up your latte as your horrified gaze fell on your friend.

"Uh," Doyoung blinked hard, "from Inglewood. I just transferred from USC."

"Oh, awesome! Good for you," Michelle said, beaming her radiant smile at him. "I'm sure you'll love it here. I can show you around. Maybe give me your beeper number and we can hang out?" It astounded you how Michelle refused to let things phase her.

"Thanks," Doyoung said, "but I don't have a beeper." He nonchalantly rang her up. Michelle expectantly waited for an offer of a phone number or something, but never got one. You stood idly by in mortified silence, dying of the awkward brazenness of your friend. Michelle breezily thanked him and grabbed her small shopping bag, pulling you after her.

You wanted to do something, anything. As you stepped out of the store, you stopped in your tracks. "Wait," you paused, pretending to search your pockets, "I think I dropped my, uh, new scrunchie I bought at Claire's last week. It's either in the store or back at work. I'll catch up to you in a second." Michelle shrugged and said she'd be browsing in Old Navy.

You nearly sprinted back to the store, your chunky Skechers slapping the floor as you ran back up to the counter. "Hey!" You said, almost too enthusiastically. Doyoung smiled genuinely at you. He hadn't done that for Michelle. "I'm so sorry about my friend," you panted, almost out of breath from your burst of energy, "she's amazing but she's sort of..."

"Dumb?"

"Functional but without a filter, is how I politely say it."

"I don't know about your friend, but maybe we can hang out?"

"Uh," you paused, failing to hold back a smitten giggle. This never happened to you. "Of course. I can beep yo-- Oh! Duh, you said you don't have one."

"I do have a PDA, though." His gummy smile was infectious. "What's your AIM? I can IM you when I get off today."

You cracked a grin, grabbing the proffered PDA and stylus and tapping in your screen name.

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You lounged at Byte as Michelle finished her paper, drumming your fingers on the desk between you. You knew it was reckless to schedule a date with Doyoung immediately after hanging out with your friend, but you knew everything would be fine once she left for her evening class.

"Yes!" Michelle exclaimed as she finished her paper. She popped her floppy disk out of the computer. "If I hurry I can make it to Kinko's on the way to school for my copies. Thanks for all your help!" She kissed the top of your head and sprinted out the door.

Right on time, Doyoung stepped in five minutes later. You lit up, nearly tempted to get up and run over. However, you kept it locked down, instead waiting for him to approach. He waved, smiling as he sat next to you where Michelle had once occupied. You were about to offer to order some food when suddenly Doyoung slapped his hands on the table. "Let's go out."

You panicked. "Out?"

He nodded. "It's a gorgeous day outside. Let's go to the boardwalk or something." Doyoung grabbed your hand and helped you up, making a show of admiring how you looked in your outfit. You blushed as he led you outside to his Civic parked in the back lot.

You made small talk on your way to the boardwalk. His major was computer science, he hadn't found a good place for tacos yet since moving here. You admired him and the attention he gave you, perking up as his hand moved from the clutch to gently play with your fingers.

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Soon enough, Doyoung excitedly trotted up to you where you were waiting and handed you the smoothie he bought for you. It'd been so long since you had been to the boardwalk, and the Sun just beginning to set was painting the prettiest backdrop.

"So," you prodded, "it is me you're interested in, not Michelle, right?"

Doyoung nearly spit out his own smoothie from laughing. "Oh my god, as if! You're kidding, right?"

You sighed, unable to hold back a small smile. "It's just, it's happened before," you explained, "I look like me, and she looks like she could be Aaliyah's sister, and guys think it's easier to get to know her through me."

Doyoung looked shocked, even hurt. "That's awful," he consoled, "especially when I was only interested in you in the first place."

He truly did make you feel bolder. You leaned forward, offering a chaste kiss on his lips. Before you could pull away, Doyoung's hands were there, circling your hips and holding you close to kiss you deeper.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you felt the tension rise between you both. No matter what you were doing, whether it was just window shopping or playing an arcade game or even now as you strolled on the beach, you were regularly interrupted by the need to kiss each other. This was the most smitten you'd been since even starting college.

You made more small talk. You had a couple close friends, including Michelle who was mostly around now because she always was. You doubted your major but were sure you'd be more content if you saw it through to the end. Doyoung listened intently, truly enjoying your company. He sat on a bench under one of the boardwalk's streetlamps. He patted his knee, offering you a seat. You bashfully agreed, not exactly used to treatment like this.

"So," he asked, "are you having a good time?"

"I'm having a great time. This has been the best date I've been on in a while, you're very handsome, and I'm very smitten."

"I feel the same," Doyoung agreed, kissing your cheek as he wrapped his arms around you, "you know, the other day at the store when we kept looking at each other I was just surprised by how hot you are."

You laughed and punched him in the shoulder, "Shut up! No way," you insisted.

"Yes!" Doyoung nodded. "I like your hair, and your earrings, and these mini-skirts you insist on wearing." He absent-mindedly patted your thigh before be realized he was practically sliding his hand up your skirt. You reeled off his lap in surprise, a blush crawling over both your faces. "Sorry!" He offered weakly, and you mustered enough confidence to dust yourself off and resume your seat on his lap.

"It's okay," you reassured him, "I think I even liked it." You jokingly winked for him but still found yourself kissing him once again, surprising you both. More surprising was his tongue parting your lips, cautiously testing the waters and lightly massaging your tongue with his. You moaned softly into the kiss, aware of any tourists still milling about the boardwalk. Your grip on each other had tightened and eventually you had to force yourself off of his lap, only to grab his hand and hurriedly lead him away.

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The drive back to campus had been grueling, still attempting to make small talk as you rubbed his thigh. The mood had elevated so fast that there was no way you wanted to lose it. Doyoung groaned as you playfully, bravely teased your fingers against his clothed cock. He thrust up, ever so slightly, against your hand, and you couldn't resist stroking him through his jeans as he pulled into the dorm parking lot. He swung the Civic into the closest spot he could, far in the back of the lot and away from most of the lights.

Practically in sync, you reached for each other once he turned the ignition off. You slipped off his baseball cap and ran your fingers through his hair, clutching onto him as he pulled the lever to recline his seat. He accidentally pulled too hard, sending him flying backwards and pulling you on top of him. You found yourselves laughing despite not pausing your kissing. You grabbed your bag as he sat up, his lips finding and nibbling on the pulse of your neck as you rifled through your purse for the emergency condom you kept in there. He plucked it from your hands and shoved it in the cupholder for now as he was much more concerned with feeling you at the moment. Softly, he pushed the fabric of your skirt up around your thighs and you let out a breathy exhale at the feel of his cool fingers against your panties. You sat up more, lifting slightly off of him in the driver seat as he let his fingers sink under the thin material and into your wetness. You moaned, your hips hungrily rolling against his fingers as he felt you. You couldn't stop begging, "Doyoung, more," and, "Doyoung, please." He looked so pleased with you. Frantic, you unzipped his pants and freed his hard length, getting as good a look at him as you could in the dim light. You felt each other, touching each other and moaning, your hips fighting to actually meet.

Finally, you'd had enough. "I need it," you moaned into Doyoung's ear, earning a moan in return. You grabbed the condom and fumbled, trying to get the rubber on him as soon as possible. Once you finally rolled it down onto him, you pulled your panties aside and began to ease him into you. Doyoung fell back against the reclined seat, gripping your hips hard in his desperation to have you. You bobbed up and down on his cock a few times, allowing yourself to open up to him all the way. Leaning down, you gave him a slight nod as you kissed him, squealing against his lips as he took the signal to thrust up into you. He bounced you hard on his cock, moaning your name against your neck as he held you down against him. Eventually, he let his hands roam, his long fingers groping your breasts as you rode him. You sat up, giving him a better view as you braced yourself against the ceiling of the hatchback and riding him harder, your hips rolling and thrusting wantonly against each other. You took his hand from your breast and slowly led him down to your pussy, placing his thumb right up against your clit. He took the cue right away, his thumb circling the nub as he resumed groping your breasts with his other hand. It wasn't long before you came, writhing and nearly screaming under his touch as your walls shuddered around him. Emboldened, he pulled you down to kiss him as he chased his orgasm, clapping you down against his cock as you ground out your climax, your overstimulated and exhausted whimpers filling the car. Doyoung's hands gripped your thighs, cursing and clenching his jaw as he came, his hips stuttering under you. You collapsed on him, and he collapsed into the seat. You kissed his brow, admiring the flush in his face before kissing his lips.

Doyoung invited you to his room that night.

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Fifty-Eight: In A Garden ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto, Tenten ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

“...you’re kidding, right?”

“Nope.”

“...but...why?”

“Cuz it’s fun, dude!”

Sasuke deadpans. “...dressing up in costumes and acting, in real time...is fun.”

“Yeah! LARPing is amazing! A few friends of mine from my old school were into it when we were kids! And since I’ve been getting back into contact with ‘em, I asked if they still did it? And they do! And we are totally going to a session and -”

“No.”

“But -!”

“That is the dorkiest thing I’ve ever heard of. I wouldn’t be caught dead doing that.”

“But Sasuke -” Naruto begs, curling fists under his chin. “I told everybody we’d be there!”

“You need to stop making promises on my behalf, Naruto.”

“C’mon, man! You tellin’ me you’ve never wanted to be, like...a badass knight? Or...or a mage? You never played games like that?”

“Yeah. Games. Where I sit and be myself, playing a game. I’ve never thought I should become the game.”

“Dude...do you know anything about cosplay?”

“...yeah. I do.”

“Y’ever looked at some really hot cosplay girls?”

A light tint of pink colors the Uchiha’s face. “...I’ve seen them, yeah.”

“Well, it’s like that...only they actually stay in character. And you get to interact with them, in character! And you can have battles, and sit in a tavern, and look awesome! I promise you’ll have fun. And like I said, it’s mostly people from my old school! You wouldn’t even know anyone there to be all embarrassed in front of!” Naruto nudges him in the ribs. “We’ll get you looking awesome, and they’ll just be impressed!”

Sasuke heaves a long sigh, staring at his friend skeptically. “...and what, pray tell, did you have in mind for me to wear?”

Sensing he’s convinced him, Naruto gives a wide, devious smile. “Oh, I think you’re gonna like it…!”

The event, as it turns out, is being hosted in a large park across town. Good, Sasuke can’t help but think. Fewer chances of being spotted by someone he knows.

Because while he’ll never admit it...he does look awesome. But...that also plays against him for looking like he’s taking this seriously.

Donning a thief build getup, his scheme is black and a midnight blue, with highlights of silver. It’s actually made of leather, for the most part. The armor, at least. He’s got boots, trousers, a tunic...and his armor. A chest plate, bracers, shin guards...the whole works.

And he hates that Naruto was right. Though he tried to resist...the more he looked at himself in the mirror...the more he thought he actually looked...really cool. And he can totally pull off a thief character.

Otherwise, he’s just a human - no pointy elf ears or orc makeup. That...would be taking it  a little far, in his opinion. Wielding a foam dagger, he only has a scar painted over an eye.

You know, just to add to the badass image.

Getting out of Naruto’s car, they soon see the ruckus. A fair number of people - more than Sasuke expects - are out in the grass. A gazebo seems to be a make-believe tavern, coolers of drinks (non-alcoholic - they’re still minors, after all) and food are made up to look like chests. There’s a fair amount of variety in the costumes - both in terms of characters, and of skill level. And no one seems to be ripping on each other. They’re just...having fun. A few people spar with their false weapons...others sit and talk with tankards. One guy even looks to be selling potions...which are just funny colored water.

“Sooo...whaddaya think?” Naruto asks, leaning against his friend to jostle him, wiggling his eyebrows.

“...looks like a nerdfest.”

“An AWESOME nerdfest!” the blond declares, lifting his broadsword. He, of course, is a knight...with armor Sasuke will admit is even more impressive than his own.

“So, where are all the girls?”

“Oh! I think Shikamaru said they were having a, uh...a photoshoot? In the gardens. If I had t’guess, they’re probably all there getting their pictures done before their hair or whatever gets messed up. Wanna go see?”

Sasuke goes pink. “...that won’t be weird?”

“Nah, we’ll just...get our pictures taken, too! It’ll be totally fine,” Naruto insists, waving a hand. “I really do wanna get pictures, though. I want this moment immortalized! Sasuke wearing LARP getup...I’m gonna show your kids.”

“Tch, whatever…”

They head up the hill to where the kept gardens of the park are grown. Sasuke’s been here a few times, but mostly when he was a lot younger. The park really isn’t his favorite haunt anymore. At least, not unless something is actually going on. While his mother used to take him and Itachi all the time in the Summer when they were kids...they’re both a little old for that now. Itachi’s in college, after all.

And, as Naruto said, there’s indeed a few photographers hanging around, snapping pictures of various roleplayers. Most of the ones up here are indeed girls. Barmaids, mages, princesses, knights...anything and everything, really.

“See? What did I tell ya? Aren’t they beautiful?” Naruto whispers, nudging Sasuke again. “Check them out!”

Grunting, Sasuke gives him a glance, not wanting to be...overtly obvious. Pretending to be watching the goings-on, he scopes out a few of them. They’re pretty, sure...but none really catch his eye too dramatically.

“Please, Hina?”

“I-I don’t know about this, Tenten…”

Glancing, Sasuke spies what looks like a weaponsmith talking to a girl in a long coat, which she clings closed with embarrassment.

“But you look awesome! It turned out so great! Shouldn’t you want everyone to see it?”

“I mean...I guess? I don’t know, it’s just...e-embarrassing…!”

“Dude, everyone here is in costume! No one’s gonna make fun of you! We’re all nerds here, right?”

“...r-right…”

“Besides, if anyone gives you trouble, I’ll knock ‘em one!” the one called Tenten assures her, drawing an oversized hammer from a belt at her hip.

Her companion smiles, gaze dropping as the current group moves out from in front of the camera.

“Next?”

“Ooh, us!” Naruto insists, tugging Sasuke forward with a yelp.

“Just you two?” a photographer clarifies.

“Uh...I guess. Unless anyone wants a group shot with us?”

“We’ll join in!”

Everyone looks over to Tenten, who hauls her friend forward by a hand. The other keeps her coat closed. “Got room for two more?”

“Yeah, sure!” Naruto quickly agrees.

“C’mon, Hina! You gotta take the coat off!”

Pink with embarrassment, the one called Hina pauses...then peels the garment aside.

Sasuke’s eyes go wide.

Donning fake elf ears, her hair is long and dark, straight as a blade to her tailbone. Pale lavender eyes match a few layers of her dress, which has several materials of various shades of purple. A delicate circlet with violet gems sits on her brow.

...wow...she looks like the real deal.

She’s beautiful…

“...oi, Sasuke. We gotta pose.”

Snapped back to the present, he blinks, realizing he’s...still in the garden. And everyone’s looking at him. Oh crap, was he staring that badly?!

“Sorry about him, he’s a little spacy sometimes,” Naruto snickers. “Thieves and their short attention spans, amirite? If it’s not shiny, he’s not paying attention!”

Scowling, Sasuke knows he’s trying to cover for him. “...better than starting all manner of brawls just to prove your chivalry, you dunce.”

“Ha! See? Such a kidder…”

...huh...this is actually...kinda fun.

The four of them pose for a few photos before they let someone else have a turn.

“So can we get copies of these?” Naruto asks one of the photographers.

“Yeah, they’ll be on our website.”

“...website?” Sasuke repeats. They’ll be online?!

“What, like anyone you know is gonna be looking at this kinda stuff, right?” the blond counters, pouting.

Likewise, Hinata goes pink. “Tenten...you didn’t say they’d be p-public…”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know!”

As their more...exuberant friends try to work out the details, Hinata and Sasuke are left to the side, glancing to each other. “...your costume is amazing,” he offers, trying to make conversation.

That gets her to perk up. “You...you think so? I made it myself!”

“What?! No way!”

“Mhm!”

“Oh...I just bought mine, I’m not...crafty or anything.”

She laughs softly into a hand. “That’s just fine. We all do this differently. I just...r-really like making clothes! Maybe I could make you something sometime, um…?”

“Oh, uh...Sasuke.”

“Hinata.”

“Okay guys, they’re gonna keep ours under a password! Apparently they do that for private shoots, and...they’re making an exception for us! So we can see them, but...no one without the magic word can.” Naruto gives two gloved thumbs-up.

“Oh, g-good,” Hinata sighs in relief.

“Yeah…”

“Now, onward! To the festivities! There’s battles to win and ale to drink!” the blond then announces, leading the charge back down to the belly of the park. Tenten follows with a cackling laugh, wielding her hammer.

“...well, I guess we’re hanging out?” Sasuke asks.

“I guess so,” Hinata laughs.

“...cool.”

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     ...this is really random xD I kinda wanted to do something else, buuut I don't have a dedicated verse for it (yet), so...maybe another time, lol      I've never done LARPing...I watched a few friends do it BRIEFLY, and uh...they were some of the very low budget kind xD Which is fine! But means in truth, I know very little about it, so...hopefully I didn't get anything wrong, lol!      ANYWAY, I'm FINALLY done with the ship week I was doing on Tumblr, and uh...oof, am I burnt out. I'm surprised I got this done, tbh ^^; So hopefully I'll be a bit more...prompt from now on. And a bit more wordy. Doing two daily writing things at once is uh...a bit much, lol      But anyway, that's all from me for tonight~ I'm very tired, so time to crash! Thanks for reading <3

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“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“I don’t know...”

“Please?”

“Okay, but... in costume? You’re sure?”

“Trust me.”

Technically, Lance was here to cover it for the site. 

I love my job so much.

He was getting paid to attend the first Starlight Con, where the geeks of the city could pay honor and homage to their superhero. And he had a press pass to get him into basically any and every event he could want to attend! 

Cosplayers were everywhere, most as Starlight, but he caught a few Paladins wandering around. The dealer’s room was packed with superhero-related RPGs, CCGs, video games, and comics. 

Lance spent a good chunk of time in the artist’s alley, which was full to bursting with fanartists, fanfic writers, and a slew of fancomics. These were the hardcore fans (aside from the cosplayers), and he interviewed a few (and let them promo their stuff in return).

“Starlight does so much for this city, and she really captures the imagination!”

“I think it’s important for my daughters to see a strong black woman hero. She’s their idol - and mine, too.”

“I just think she’s super hot.” Because of course the fanboy contingent was out in spades. Lance drummed up some controversy asking their opinions on Paladin, and there was almost a literal fistfight between two fans when one said he thought Paladin and Starlight should hook up and the other said that Starlight didn’t need a man. Convention Center security was right on that, thankfully. Lance quietly decided not to publish the video he got of the fight; it’d just be embarrassing for them both, and “nerds fight over their opinions” wasn’t exactly newsworthy.

He was taking a lunch break when he saw two people stroll in wearing the best costumes he’d seen yet. They were Starlight and Paladin, of course, and they were almost immediately thronged by con-goers eager for pictures. 

The Starlight cosplayer seemed a little anxious, but her partner whispered something in her ear, then grinned and posed for the cameras. She copied him somewhat uncertainly and everyone snapped away and thanked them. Huh, first time cosplaying, maybe? Well, hers, for sure. He snapped a couple pics as they walked by and went back to eating his overpriced hot dog. Lunchtime was sacred. Hopefully he could catch up with them later.

There was a panel starting at 1 PM about the need for superheroes in this day and age. Lance got there early for some good crowd shots, recorded the whole thing, and got some interviews with the panelists afterwards. There was a police representative who gave the standard “vigilante” line, of course. One of the panelists said she was a cop but stressed that her opinions were her own and not representative of the city PD before saying that she loved Starlight and was glad she was out there, but that she didn’t want normal civilians trying to do what Starlight - and this new one, Paladin - were out there doing. “They’re... unique. Let them do the dangerous stuff. There are so many other ways of being a hero: adopting a pet from the shelter, or adopting a child from foster care! Donating time and money to a soup kitchen or homeless shelter. Taking a moment out of your day to do something nice for someone else.” Lance got every word she said... but didn’t get her number sadly. Oh well; can’t blame a guy for trying.

Coming out of the panel, he ran into the super-good cosplayers again, but they were thronged by other cosplayers asking about how they made their outfits. “Starlight” was uncomfortable with all the attention and questions; “Paladin” seemed to be enjoying himself, saying it was a “trade secret” and he could tell them but then he’d have to kill them and making everyone laugh. Lance let them be for now.

He prowled around the dealer’s room some more. There were some modern day snake oil salesmen here, of course, claiming that their smoothies or drink powders or “super foods” would make you healthy and strong just like Starlight! Lance tucked his press ID into his shirt; they’d pounce on him if they saw a chance for free advertising. He did take free samples though; most of them tasted kind of chemical-y, but there was some sort of granola crunchie thing that was actually pretty good. Might not make me a superhero, but at least it doesn’t taste like cardboard dipped in paint thinner. 

The con organizers seemed to have segregated the wackos into one area. Most of them were obvious nutjobs, but there was one, run by what looked like a high school girl, that made a pretty compelling case for Starlight being an extra-terrestrial. “It explains her gadgets!” the girl declared. “Super advanced tech, like nothing anyone’s ever seen!” She leaned close to Lance to confide, “And I think her ears are actually pointed. I mean, what point in making them look like that otherwise? It’s not like pointed ears are a necessary part of a ‘starlight’ themed aesthetic, y’know?”

“You think Starlight’s a space elf?” he asked skeptically.

She frowned as she straightened up and folded her arms. “That’s reductive. I think she’s an alien who happens to have pointed ears. ‘Space elf’ is just silly.”

“Oh, sorry, of course. Thanks for the food for thought, though.” But, it was a good point: why did Starlight want her ears to look like they were pointed?

Most people weren’t interested in looking too deep into the gift horse’s mouth. They were just happy Starlight existed and was willing to help out. There was another panel at 3 of people who had been saved by Starlight. Lance had to run and it took a flash of his press pass to get in since they’d just closed the doors.

Heh, I wonder if Shiro’ll be here. Everyone at the paper knew that Shiro’d been saved by Starlight hundreds of times, probably. He was probably her #1 Most Rescued or something.

But, alas, no sign of his colleague. Some of the “panelists” were mundane - “Starlight helped me carry my groceries” - but there were some more exciting ones. One guy had been part of a small crowd evacuated from a Planned Parenthood when a wackjob had threatened to blow it up.

“I tripped and fell and I could feel my ankle give. Probably wasn’t broken, I thought - and I was right, as it turned out - but I didn’t think I was going to hobble out of there in time. But then Starlight showed up, picked me up, and ran out of the building.

“You all probably know the rest of the story: the bomb did blow, but it didn’t have enough force to do more than knock out some windows. Made a mess of the waiting room, though. And that was where I tripped. It might have killed me, or at least injured me a lot more.”

A woman saved from her abusive partner. A group of kids who’d not only been saved in the moment from a drive-by shooting but who had thereafter dedicated themselves to making their neighborhood safer, following Starlight’s example. A teenager who said he’d never met Starlight or seen her in person, but that following her crime-fighting career gave him a reason to keep going every day despite the bullying he endured for being trans. “She’s black, like me. When she’s not wearing the mask, I bet she has to put up with bullshit all the time. But she doesn’t let it beat her down. She keeps going out there and saving people. Knowing she’s out there lets me know the world’s not as bad a place as it seems sometimes.”

Lance interviewed every single one of them afterwards, even the little old lady with the groceries. No task too small for our hero, he thought with a satisfied smile.

He was about to leave for the day - the con went all weekend, and he wanted to file the report soon so maybe more people would come tomorrow - when he came across the couple with the awesome costumes again. Last chance! He called out, “Hey, Starlight! Paladin!” and jogged up to them.

They turned towards him; Paladin smiled widely but Starlight just groaned, “Oh my god.”

“Fantastic costumes! Can I get a picture? I work for the online version of The Daily World, and you’d be a great cover image for the story!”

“Anything for one of the citizens of our fair city,” Paladin said in a deep voice. I love it when they’re in character, Lance thought. 

“This is too much,” Starlight protested, doing a spot on impression of that weird, British-y accent of hers. “In the paper? Are you kidding me?”

“Really, you’re a knockout, both of you!” Lance assured her. “Best costumes I’ve seen!”

“It’s important to have only the very best equipment when you’re fighting crime,” Paladin agreed.

“You’re loving this,” she accused him.

“I absolutely am,” he replied with a wide grin. “Come on, Starlight. It’s for the paper.”

She sighed. “Oh, very well. I suppose it will look nice.”

“You gotta pose,” he told her, striking his own ‘Valiant Defender of the City’ pose in demonstration.

“Oh, this is ridiculous.” But she did her own pose anyway.

Lance snapped a few pics. “Perfect! Fantastic! I swear if I didn’t know better, I’d think you two were really them!”

Paladin started laughing, but then Starlight grabbed his arm. “Okay, that’s it, we’re leaving.”

“Aww! We’ve only been here a few hours!”

“That’s more than enough. Besides, if we’re too tired, we won’t be having any fun tonight.”

“Fun or fun?” he asked her.

“Either.”

“Okay, we’re leaving.” He waved at Lance. “Take care, citizen!”

“You too!” Lance said with a laugh as Starlight hauled him towards the exit. He checked his photos of them, which were all excellent, of course, chuckled, and headed out as well. He had a story to write.

{The Adventures of Starlight & Paladin}

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Haven Raised- Chapter 5

Summary:  Harry’s life is completely changed when his aunt and uncle are forced to take him to a funeral at a relatives. Now being raised by Primrose Evans, her sister Grace and the citizens of Havenfall, his life is going to be a roller coaster.

On AO3

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No panicking. No panicking. Just breathe. Just breathe. He told himself, gripping Spot’s leash tightly. He was happy he'd gotten permission to have the dog with him. He wouldn't be able to stand it otherwise.

“Hello!” A voice said, startling Harry and causing him to almost fall over. Spot barked. “Whoa! Sorry about that.” An older boy moved to stand in front of Harry. “Didn't mean to surprise you. He your guide dog?”

“Companion animal,” Harry said honestly. The boy nodded and offered his hand.

“I'm Cedric Diggory. It's nice to meet you,” the boy said.

“Harry Potter, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He said like his mom usually did when she was in a situation with strangers. The boy looked surprised before he smiled.

“Would you like a hand with your trunk… oh! You got a shrinking one?”

“My mother’s idea. She said it was a better idea then having to haul one around for the next seven years.” Harry told the boy who nodded.

“Fair,” Cedric said. He did help Harry find a nice compartment though- commenting about Hedwig.

“My uncle believed it would be a great idea for me to contact him this way. I moved to America when I was young and while we have a mailbox an owl is quicker for him and me.” Harry told Cedric who nodded his understanding. He left to go find his friends and Harry pulled out a book on magizoology while petting Spot. After a while, the door opened up and a red-haired boy came in.

“Do you mind? Everywhere else is full.” The boy said.

“Not at all,” Harry said. The boy blinked and looked a little nervous but sat down.

“I'm Ron Weasley.” He said cautiously and Harry took a breath.

“I'm Harry Potter. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Ron looked shocked.

“You are?!?” Harry winced, unable to control that. Ron also flinched seeing the wince. “Sorry.”

“It's…” His mom's voice came into his mind, saying never apologize for his feelings. “Alright. I… had an unpleasant experience living with my aunt and uncle before I went to live with my adoptive mother. I'm not a fan of loud noises.” Harry pet Spot a bit more. Ron looked confused but shook his head.

“Where do you grow up then? In the Wizarding World in America?”

“No. My mother is a muggle though she does have contacts with the magical world. I grew up in a small town in Indiana- a State in the US.”

“Wicked,” Ron said. “Do you have any siblings? I've got six of them.”

“That's quite an amount!” Harry said in surprise. “I don't have any siblings really. My mother’s younger sister is only seven years older then I and she's always been more of a sister than an aunt but she is still my aunt. We were raised together.”

“Cool,” Ron said. “I'm the youngest boy. Every single one of my brothers has done something great, meaning if I do something awesome they've already done it.” He looked gloomy as he spoke. Harry could sympathize. Some of JD’s stories or Razi’s comments about their siblings being better than them came to mind.

“My mother’s boss- Razi- has an older sibling he says was always better,” Harry said slowly, remembering the talk Razi gave him when he was upset at not getting the highest grade in the class. “He currently runs the family business and is known as one of the kindest men in town. It doesn't matter what your siblings did- it matters how you do them.”

“... thanks,” Ron said, smiling a little. “Umm… what house do you think you'll be in?”

“I don't know. This is the first item I encountered a House system truthfully.” Harry shrugged.

“They don't have it in America?” Ron asked in surprise. Harry shook his head.

“Not at all.” Harry hummed. “Truthfully I feel Hufflepuff would be the best choice for me. I am hardworking and my mother often taught me that being a hard worker is all it takes to succeed. As well… she's always been a loyal woman. She chose to give up her dreams for me and Grace- her sister- because she didn't want us to be raised by people who didn't care for us.” He shrugged.

“She raised you and her sister?” Ron asked.

“Her parents died when she and Grace where young and their grandmother died when she was given a scholarship to a culinary school- a cooking school,” Harry clarified at Ron’s confused look. “She's worked herself to the bone to be a good parent for me and a good sister for Grace.”

“Wow.” Ron hesitated. “You know, my mum was one of the top five students in her year. She chose to be a stay at home mum with my older brother Bill. And then she kept having us and she could have…”

“You don't realize how much your parents care until it's staring in your face,” Harry said. Ron nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. Spot barked from Harry’s lap and Harry happily pet him.

“How do you have two pets?” Ron asked then, curious and a little jealous though he wouldn't admit it.

“Hedwig was a gift from a friend of my biological parents so I can keep in contact with him. My mother and I have a mailbox set up I can carry with me to send letters and magic proof phones.” Harry explained. “Spot is a companion animal for my anxiety and panic attacks.” Ron winced then.

No longer jealous at all.

“I've got Scabbers,” Ron said then, pulling the rat out of his pocket. Spot suddenly lifted his head to stare at the rat for a long moment before putting his head back down. “He was Percy’s rat for a few years but he got an Owl for being Prefect-”

“What is a Prefect?” Harry asked in confusion. Ron blinked at Harry.

“Blimey, you really are not used to this school huh?” With that, Ron launched into a description of the school. Harry listened carefully, nodding to show he understood some comments.

The door opened after a while when the conversation turned to Quidditch- a game that Harry was fairly certain his mother would have a panic attack herself if he played. A witch pushing a trolley was outside the door.

“Anything off the trolley dears?” Ron winced and pulled out a sandwich while Harry pulled some coins out of his pocket. His mom had figured that there would be someone there with food but had still given him a lunch, just so he could buy some treats but not just eat junk food.

“Ron, can you help me pick?” Harry asked him, redhead. “I'll buy you something as well?” Ron blinked and looked uncomfortable but stood up. They bought a small collection of treats- Harry thinking of Dr. Diego’s look if he bought too much. The downside of his mother is friends with a doctor, something he told Ron about.

“Aren't doctors those nutters who cut people up?” Ron asked in confusion.

“No. A doctor is… like a healer.” Harry said, remembering the word in a book. “Dr. Diego is the town doctor and usually handles colds or immunizations or other things. He does do surgery at times- which is cutting someone open but there have been hundreds of years of history to figure these things out.”

“Huh. Cool. And he’s friends with your mum?”

“Yes. He's friends with her boss and often comes to her workplace for a drink and the two talk.” Harry shrugged. “After school, I would go to the bowling alley to do homework and chat with her.”

“Bowling alley? That where she works?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, getting more and more used to Rob and dropping the formal tone. Ron noticed but didn't say anything. “It's like a second home. Razi helped me a lot through the ears and JD’s fun-”

“JD a coworker of your mums?”

“Yeah. They're pretty hilarious.” Harry said. Ron looked confused again and Harry elaborated. “They're nonbinary and always having Sheriff Hunt come in to yell.”

“Sheriff?”

“Hmmm, I think the term I can use is Auror? She's the boss of our town’s division.”

“Wicked. JD causes trouble? And what's nonbinary?” Harry began explaining some of JD’s funnier stories while also explaining what nonbinary was. The two boys had a laugh and ate their packed meals first. “That's American food then?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, munching on his burger his mom had bought for him from Stop and Go and put into his enchanted lunch box. “It's my favorite. Mom takes me out every once in a while to get one. She did learn how to cook Indian food from this woman named Chetas but like… I really wanted a burger before we left.”

“Cool,” Ron said, nodding. The candy was weird to Harry though he really wished he could give JD some of the Every Flavoured Beans for a laugh. They would be so angry it would be funny.

“I'm not a huge pure chocolate person,” Harry said, looking at the chocolate frogs he had gotten Ron.

“Why not?” Ron asked. Harry shrugged.

“Dunno.” The door opened then and Harry’s spine stiffened. Ron noticed it and frowned as a bushy-haired girl came into the compartment.

“Have either of you seen a toad?” She asked in a bossy voice. “A boy named Neville has lost his.” Harry shook his head as did Ron.

“Terribly sorry but no we did not,” Harry said politely. The girl looked at him and frowned.

“Dogs aren't allowed at Hogwarts.” Harry frowned in turn.

“I received special permission to have Spot with me,” Harry said. The girl scowled.

“That's unfair. The rules are there for a reason and you flaunting them is wrong!” She said, huffing. Harry simply stared at her, feeling his heartbeat picking up. “I'll talk to the Headmaster and-”

Harry began breathing raggedly, his lungs compressing and eyes widening. No, no, he can't lose Spot. He can't-

“Harry!” Ron said, standing up as Spot barked and moved to sit in Harry’s lap fully. The girl looked shocked. Ron turned to her, glaring. “Get out. You're being rude and mean and we don't want you in here.” The girl looked hurt as Ron went to Harry, keeping back a bit and feeling lost.

“Uh, Harry ummm… can you breathe, please? Just breathe okay?” Ron said in a nervous tone. The girl left, running off to find someone as Harry hugged Spot, shaking and having a hard time breathing. “Look if you have permission they won't take Spot, promise, alright?” Ron said, guessing what it was given Harry had said the dog was a companion animal and not a pet.

“Hey-” a third year wearing yellow and black robes came in. “Heard the commotion… shit.” The boy said softly. “Panic attack. Harry- it's me, Cedric. You met me this morning. Can you take a deep breath and hold it?” The boy asked soothingly. Ron watched like a hawk as the boy calmed down Harry even when Percy showed up with the girl. Percy held her back and watched carefully.

Once Harry was calm he also looked incredibly embarrassed, hiding his face in Spot’s fur.

“Panic attack?” Percy asked. Cedric nodded. “Alright- Ron, give him a bit of space yes? He’ll be alright. We’ll inform the teachers just in case but he's okay now.”

“What about his dog!” The girl demanded. Ron turned to give her a nasty look.

“Shove off!” He told her. She looked incredibly offended as Percy frowned.

“Please be polite Ron, and I assume it's a companion animal. He's here for health reasons and thus he was given special permission to have him.” The girl scowled.

“He could have-”

“He said he had special permission and you made him sick!” Ron told her, glaring at her. She looked upset as a boy came up to them.

“Umm Hermione? Have you found my toad?”

“Missing your pet? Here, I'll teach you a quick charm-” Cedric said, standing up and ushering the group out, leaving Ron and Harry alone. Percy went with them, obviously realizing they needed to leave the compartment.

Ron stood there, glaring at the door while Harry took shallow breaths.

This girl had caused a kid who looked like he had a bit of a hard time in life to have a panic attack- whatever that was- all because of her stupid want to be right from what Ron could tell.  Whatever house she was in, he didn't want to be near. Even if it meant following Harry to Slytherin, that girl was annoying and rude!

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Harry and Ron had just changed into their uniform after the battle when the door opened again, Harry tensing and Ron moving in front of Harry slightly. Harry was thankful to Ron for that, feeling a bit calmer now that his friend was with him.

“I heard Harry Potter was in this compartment,” said the blonde. He looked annoyed for some reason as he spoke. Harry swallowed.

“That quite depends on who is asking,” he said, mimicking his mother’s tone when she was trying to be polite but cold to people. The boy scowled but tried to hide it.

“Draco Malfoy.” Harry immediately remembered his mom and her talks about the Malfoy family. She had said to be careful but not to think the worst of the son. That was rude and cruel.

“I see,” Harry said in as neutral a tone as possible. Ron snorted himself. His dad had hated the Malfoy patriarch ever since he had cut funding to their office. Luckily with the truth about the whole seat not being there's coming out, they got more money coming in now- meaning he and his siblings all had new wands now which was great.

It was nice to remember that moment of happiness on his dad’s face.

“Think my name is funny to do you?” Malfoy sneered at Ron who scowled at him. “Red hair, muggle clothing? You're either a mudblood or a Weasley.” Ron snarled at that. You did not say that word! That was disgusting!

Harry frowned though. That sounded like an awful word and this kid was using it?

“I can help you Potter,” Malfoy said. “Show you that some Wizarding families are better than others?” He offered his hand. Harry ignored it.

“I believe I am more than able to find the right sort for myself. Now please leave. Spot is hungry and I'd rather not pull him off you.” The dog growled and Draco looked nervous before snarling at Harry wordlessly, leaving the compartment with a bang.

“That was brilliant,” Ron told Harry. Spot barked happily and the two boys traded smiles. It was the start of a great friendship.

The train soon arrived at school and the boys left, Spot having to be left behind while the boys were gone, but Harry felt safe with Ron honestly. He had already stuck up for him! It was a nice feeling. Sure some of his friends back home were cool but… they wouldn't have done this.

The guy calling all the first years over was huge! Harry was a little nervous about him but he smiled at everyone and just gave off this cheerful vibe as he got them all to come over to a bunch of boats.

“No more than four to a boat!” The giant man called. Harry and Ron, as well as two girls who looked like twins, got into the boat. They waited patiently as everyone was seated and then off they went.

The first sight of the castle made Harry’s breathe hitch, eyes wide as he stared at the amazing place. He heard Ron gasp as well, staring at the sight.

There were no words to describe it, other than amazing.

At one point in their journey, Harry suddenly felt like he was back in the safety of the bowling alley, having a cup of hot chocolate and chatting with Razi, but it faded rather fast. That was weird. Maybe it was a ward to help them feel protected in a certain place? He had always felt the most protected at the bowling alley.

Once they got to the castle, they were introduced to a woman that the big man called Professor McGonagall. Harry sort of remembered her from when she visited with Dumbledore. She looked as impressive as she did before.

She was giving some speech he didn’t pay much attention to, instead, he was looking around and trying to see if the girl was around. He’d prefer to avoid her, definitely.

They had to wait for a little while in the room, while Ron was wondering about the sorting.

“It can’t hurt. Can you imagine parents letting their kids be hurt?” Harry asked Ron softly when he mentioned his brother saying it hurt.

“Nah, guess you’re right mate… you doing alright?”

“Yeah.” Harry agreed quietly. “Just hope this ends sooner than not.” A handful of ghosts came through the walls then, all chatting about something.

“Oh!” New students said one of them, acting incredibly surprised… and remarkably like JD when they were acting innocent. Harry’s eyes narrowed as he watched the rest of the interaction.

“That looks staged,” he told Ron as McGonagall came back in. Ron blinked and then looked thoughtful.

“Huh. I suppose it was. Weird.” Ron shook his head but followed McGonagall without much more thought. Harry just thought it made sense for it to happen like that. Introduce the kids to ghosts early so they didn’t freak out later.

There was a hat on a stool in front of everyone in the huge hall they entered. Harry felt nervous, staring at it before it suddenly began to sing.

As it sang, Harry just stared, feeling shocked and confused. That was… that was weird. What?

“We just have to try on a hat?! I’m going to kill the twins- they went on about wrestling a troll!” Ron grumbled.

“That hat just sang,” Harry said, blinking. He shook his head. “Magic, right. At least it sounded better than JD’s death metal.”

“What?” Ron asked.

“A type of music,” Harry told Ron. The two watched as people went up to the hat and said hat would shout out names. Some took awhile, and others were fast.

The girl who had accidentally triggered a panic attack was named Hermione Granger apparently, and she went into Gryffindor which was the House of the Brave. Ron looked horrified and Harry just hoped he got into Hufflepuff as he wanted.

Malfoy went into Slytherin, something he also decided he wanted to avoid.

When his term came, everyone was whispering in awe and shock as he walked up to the stool, trying to ignore everyone as he sat down, focusing on Ron who was looking at him and mouthing encouraging things.

When the hat was dropped on his head, it blocked everything. Wow he was small

“Well, well, well. What an interesting mind…” mused the hat on his head. Harry took a quick breath in surprise and gripped the seat of his stool. “Such a strong mind, such talent… oh, what interesting people you know young Mr. Potter… now where to put you…” Harry’s mind turned to Hufflepuff, the loyalty his mother showed to him and Grace, the fact she worked so hard for him and Grace to be happy. He thought of Sheriff Hunt and her strengths, her hard work. Of the people in Havenfall and how strong they were, their loyalty to one another, even if they didn’t like each other. Like the time JD’s brother rolled into town and they turned him away. Even Luce.

“Well, seems I know the answer.” The hat said. “Better be… HUFFLEPUFF!” Harry let out a sigh of relief even as what felt like shock gripped the hall. McGonagall removed the Hat, but her face was shocked Harry noticed, the boy standing up and ignoring the shocked looks.

And then Ron began clapping. And soon a yellow and black table burst into cheers and shouts. Harry sat down at the table with a grin, next to a boy named Ernie who shook his hand happily. Harry grinned and waited for Ron’s sorting, feeling very nervous.

Ron himself felt nervous, sitting underneath the hat. He didn’t know what he wanted. He knew what Harry had said about loyalty, about doing something different… and…

“Well if you’re sure… better be… HUFFLEPUFF.”

Meanwhile in Havenfall…

Prim propped her head on her hand, staring at the wall of the bar. She was already missing her kid terribly. Barely eight hours ago she’d dropped him off- though everyone thought it was yesterday- and all she wanted to do was see him again.

“Hey, why the long face?” Asked one of the men at the bar. She gave a half smile.

“Hello, Stan. I’m just… a little tired. A little sad. My kid’s gone off to school now and I’m feeling old.” She joked. The man laughed.

“Eh, you can say your old when you're my age. Your kid will be fine, yeah? He got into some special boarding school I heard?”

“Yes, he is.” Prim agreed. Very special.

“Well then, he’ll be fine! He’ll have a bunch of stories to tell and fun new things to try. And you can have some fun, huh?” He teased and Prim laughed.

“Thanks, Stan. Want your usual drink?”

“I’d love it, thank you.” The old man smiled at her and she grinned back. Diego who was sitting near Stan gave him a look.

“Mr. Lee, need I remind you that you are not to drink too much?”

“Bah, let me have fun. When you get to my age you take what you can get.” Prim giggled at the two, smiling to herself.

Harry would be just fine.

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I would like to dedicate the small part at the end to Stan Lee, may his legend live on.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I do want to address the part with Hermione, Now, before anyone says anything- Hermione is the beginning is an annoying and bossy little girl. I like Hermione!! She's an awesome character and a sweet kid. I really do like her!! I just also know that neither Ron or Harry would like her in the beginning. I needed a solid reasoning for this dislike when I put the boys into Hufflepuff and the idea of her accidentally triggering a panic attack came to mind. So here we are!! Don't worry- she'll be best friends with Ron/Harry soon!!

Small plot point:

Why no Goyle or Crabbe? The Malfoy family lost a lot of clout with their bull with the seat. Meaning the boys don't want to be near Draco, too dangerous for their standing in the house.

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Chapter 1: Smite Evil and Other Murder Methods (#28)

I scope out Room 102 before everyone else shows up, but nothing seems off. Kazusuke is already here setting up, but he’s busy enough not to bug me. Kanagi and Kokoro show up together, and Otoya doesn’t arrive until the last possible minute. That nets him the prime table-leg-in-the-way spot, but he just complains instead of forcing someone else to move. Works for me.

I’m not sure how I ended up sitting next to Kazusuke, but it’s better than Kokoro having to sit here.

“Okay! Everyone ready?”

“I think so...”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Let’s friggin’ go, dude!”

“Just get it over with.”

“You know, you didn’t have to sign up for this.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to be the only one without an alibi when someone inevitably dies tonight, so.”

“D-d-don’t say that!”

“......”

“Right... Uh, let’s just get started.”

As he pulls out his notes, I glance at the others’ character sheets. Kanagi’s specialty is punching things, and Kokoro’s some kind of healer. Shocking. Then Otoya’s a... orc-blooded aasimar mesmerist, enigma archetype.

...What?

I’m not convinced I ran across any of those words besides “orc.” He must have gone over the rulebook with a fine-toothed comb.

“And he acts like he doesn’t want to be here.”

“Okay. Your characters wake in a poorly-lit room that smells of ale and hay. A single wooden door—”

“I punch down the door!”

“Uh, it’s not locked or anything—”

“I PUNCH DOWN THE DOOR!”

“Ohhhh-kay. Roll for a strength check, I guess.”

“........”

At least Kanagi rolls her die like a normal person instead of smashing it to pieces on the tabletop. Kazusuke only has to give the result a glance.

“Okay, you punch down the door.”

“Awesome!”

As Kazusuke consults his notes again, the rest of us exchange looks.

“This is bound to be interesting...”

“Bound to be something, all right.”

Kazusuke takes a swig from his water bottle and sets it down.

“Okay. The hall outside is pitch-black.”

“I charge into the hallway!”

“...Are you sure?”

“You're going to die, Kanagi.”

“C’mon, dude! I gotta go see what’s out there!!”

“I thought it was pitch-black...”

“Uh, if you’re going for it, lemme see if your character can see in the dark.”

“Just in low light.”

“She runs headfirst into a solid wall. Roll for damage.”

“Aw, come on!”

“What did you think was going to happen?”

“I dunno. Something more exciting than that...”

“...freaking stupid.”

What he was muttering before that I’m not sure, but I have a pretty good guess. Kazusuke nods at him.

“You want to go ahead while Kanagi’s recovering?”

“Whatever.”

“Do I need a perception roll to see where the light in the room is coming from?”

“Uh, it’s...”

Notes again.

“Yeah, it’s just a candlestick in one corner of the room.”

“Okay, well, I’m taking that. Checking for traps first.”

Otoya rolls a 20-sided die, but apparently it’s all clear.

“....”

“What?! Someone else go!”

“I’m sorry! Uh... Um...”

Kokoro goes to check on Kanagi, and I make sure there’s nothing else of interest in the room. Some note in a language none of us can read. Exciting, I guess.

We proceed to carefully navigate whatever weird stable area we’re in. Kanagi successfully steals a horse and then falls off it about two gallops in. Kokoro has to heal her again.

Is this what Aidan meant by “well-balanced”? Keep a healer on Kanagi’s team so she doesn’t die before we even get to a monster?

“Oh, shoot.”

In the middle of Kokoro trying to figure out how much she can heal Kanagi, Kazusuke gets to his feet. He gives his water bottle a shake.

“Should’ve refilled this before we started.”

“Who wants to walk me to the water fountain?”

“I-I’d like to stay and finish this up while you’re gone, i-if that’s okay...”

“Yeah, same.”

He turns to me.

“I’m not going with you.”

“Frick. I guess—”

“I’ll just grab someone from next door.”

Kazusuke is out of the room before any of us can respond.

“So once a guy volunteers, he gives up?”

I don’t remember who was supposed to be in Aidan’s room next door. At least one girl, I think.

I guess it all works out, because I hear footfalls outside the door a minute later. While Kanagi and Kokoro try to figure out some healing spell, I idly roll my 20-sided die around on the table. Not much strategizing to do when we aren’t fighting anything yet.

How long have we even been playing? I see how this is supposed to last till the wee hours of the morning. Hopefully I can hold out that long. It’s not that bad yet, but...

A few minutes later, Kazusuke steps back in and flops onto his chair. He puts his water bottle down with enough force to rattle all the dice on the table.

“Sorry.”

“You guys figure out the healing?”

“Yup.”

With that, the adventure continues. After dealing with a few more traps—why on earth are there so many traps in an open field?—we finally get our first encounter with a... human-lizard thing. Whatever it is, it’s hostile, so it’s finally time to shoot something. Except it looks like Kokoro’s going first.

“All right. What do you do?”

“U-um... It won’t talk to us, so we can attack it...?

“W-wait, how do I attack things? Do I even have a weapon?! Aaaaaaa...”

“Lemme see your sheet.”

I lean way out of the way as he reaches across the table to take her paper.

“Grk.”

“A-ah? Are you okay?”

“Paper cut.”

“S-sorry...”

“Uh, I can handle it, thanks.”

It takes so long to figure out what the heck Kokoro is doing that the rest of us plan out our moves in advance. It picks up a little after that. I get the kill shot on the lizard guy. If anything, Kazusuke seems relieved we’re past this part.

And then we’re back to traps. Who even wrote this crap? ...Aidan, I guess.

“Is this all just some ruse to make sure we’re being cautious?”

By the time we get to another monster, Kanagi’s on the verge of death and Kokoro’s almost out of whatever spells run on. Hopefully Otoya isn’t out, too, because this time we’re up against a bigger lizard-man, and I don’t think I can shoot it down by myself.

Kazusuke gives his notes a good once-over.

“This one’s got some sick abilities. Goooooood luck.”

“Very reassuring.”

“Okay, Otoya first.”

“.....”

After a minute of silence, he snaps his gaze to Kokoro and me.

“What the crap are you staring at?!”

“Gyeek! I-I-I’m sorry!”

“I wasn’t staring! Just... waiting.”

“Well, glare at somebody else while you’re waiting! Frick!”

“......”

Maybe I should... review my character sheet or something. Prepare for battle. Yeah.

I’m so engrossed I don’t know what Otoya actually does before Kazusuke calls for me. It feels like I shouldn’t bother asking.

“You’re up.”

“Right. I’m just going to shoot at it.”

I deal a little damage before he turns to Kanagi.

“Kanagi’s turn...”

“...then I get to go.”

“Sweet, let’s hit it!”

“Uh, like, literally hit it, too, I guess.”

“Kay, roll attack.”

Kanagi continues her streak of not spiking her die straight through the table. It still bounces a few times before it lands.

“Oh, nice.”

“Uh, roll again to see if it crits.”

That means critical hit, right? He seems awfully familiar with the jargon.

Kanagi rolls.

“.......I mean, yeah, that confirms. So, double damage...”

“No, triple! I got a weird axe that does triple! Oh, oh!”

“And I totally took a feat that gives me more damage since I rolled a second 20!”

“...What?”

She slides her character sheet to him.

“...if the crit confirm roll is also in critical threat range, add one to the critical multiplier... So...”

“...Quadruple damage?”

“LET’S GOOOOOO!”

“Isn’t that almost guaranteed to be useless?”

“It sure isn’t now!”

“Okay, well, roll d8 for damage.”

“Yup.”

“...and a d6.”

“Huh?”

“Bonus fire damage.”

“Oh, crap, yeah. From your spell.”

Kanagi squints at her multisided dice for a while before picking two of them out.

“Okay, so both of these?”

“Yeah.”

The dice clatter to the table.

“Did you rig the dice since the last time you rolled?”

“No way, dude. That’s legit.”

“......”

“All right! So that’s, like... 32 damage!”

“Um, I don’t think you’re adding that right...”

“It’s 56 damage.”

“....................”

“Lizard-man’s dead, isn’t he?”

“.......................................”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

He leaps to his feet in fury, palms slamming into the table as he tries not to trip over his chair. It tumbles to the ground behind him.

“I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO DO THE THING!!”

He turns and kicks his chair hard enough to make him flinch, though it doesn’t move the chair much. Cackling, Kanagi leans back far enough in her own chair to topple over backwards.

“Hyiiii! A-are you okay?!”

“I’m good, dude! I’m... KEKEKEKEN...!”

It takes her long enough to calm down that Kazusuke manages to put his chair back up and take a seat.

“Geez!”

“Dude, I’m gonna start crying...!”

“Why are you people so freaking loud?”

“Aw, lighten up! You helped too, you know!”

“...”

“Let’s just... Geez! Let’s just keep going.”

Once everyone has calmed down enough, we go ahead. Our party makes it to some kind of subterranean village before suddenly getting mobbed with smaller, flying monsters.

I start to feel like something’s wrong.

“With my bonus, that’s 17, so does it hit?”

“......”

“Kazusuke?”

“I—Sorry, what?”

“Does a 17 hit that one?” I point at the relevant coin.

“Oh, um...”

He consults his notes and coughs into his elbow.

“Uh, yeah, hits. Roll damage...”

“Kazusuke...? Are you feeling okay?”

“Huh? Yeah. Uh, Kakumi, what did you roll?”

“Oh, um, six damage.”

“Okay, next...?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah! Just...” 

He tries to catch his breath. Apparently it’s not working, because he hauls himself to his feet.

“I... I’m gonna step outside for a minute. Some fresh air. Uh, the freshest available...”

“I-I’ll go with you! Um, who else...”

He waves her off.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just gonna hang around right outside. Don’t need to interrupt anybody’s game.”

“.......”

“I’ll just be a minute.”

With that, he slips outside. I hear him cough again.

“Like... What’s up with him?”

“Couldn’t say. He insists he's okay...”

“Y-yeah, maybe it’s nothing...”

“Hmm... Maybe he has asthma?”

“How the crap is that ‘nothing’?”

“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean it like that! I...”

“Maybe he just doesn’t want anyone to know. A lot of people try to hide that kind of thing.”

“I-I don’t know if asthma w-would be something you’d try to hide, but...”

Kanagi sighs.

“It makes sense here, at least.”

“Yeah. Not wanting people to know your weaknesses...”

“...”

About half a minute passes before a ringing THUD comes through the half-open door. I jump to my feet.

“What was—?”

I don’t hear anything else outside.

“I-I don’t know... Should we check...?”

She glances around the table, but with Otoya on one side and me on the other, she doesn’t have much of a chance of slipping out. I get to my feet.

“We might as well all check.”

“Yeah.”

“F-Fine...”

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