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Teach Me

Ch 2. Slow and Steady

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The quiet of the ceramics lab was one of her favorite spaces in the world. Filled with the earthy scent of clay and freshly mixed slip, and the muddled chirp of birds nested just outside the lab's sole window.

She moved around the room with ease, barely watching where she was going as she tilted hips this way and that, pivoting on the balls of her feet in a well practiced dance as she wound her way through work stations.

Folding the final swatch of frayed burlap and straightening it for no particular reason, Lexa mentally went through her first day checklist one last time on her way back across the room.

Syllabus. Set.

Work cloth. Set.

Got the sample clay divided, slip mixed, glazes labeled--

"Knock, knock."

She halted at the light call and twisted around toward the open doorway

"Oh," Lexa said in a bizarrely breathy laugh as an unbidden smile unfurled across her face. "Hello."

"Hey."

"We meet again."

"So we do," Clarke smiled right back as she came a few steps forward and took a quick survey of the room.

"Class doesn't start for another fifteen minutes," Lexa said, vaguely gesturing toward the clock on the wall behind her.

Rocking up on her toes, Clarke bobbed her head in a nod. "Yeah, I know, I'm early," she said as she pulled a face. "But I have an hour between my last class and this one, and there's only so much sitting in my car I can do. I hope this is--"

"Oh! Yeah, no, please, come in, come in," Lexa said with a start and beckoned Clarke further into the room. She moved to pull the stool out from beneath the work station across from her and motioned for Clarke to set her stuff down. "I wasn't saying it was a bother. You're welcome any time. It was just… I'm used to students generally flying through the door at the last second on syllabus day."

"Learned my lesson on that last time, as I'm sure you remember." Clarke rolled her eyes as she walked over, continuing as she set her bag down and flipped it open. "My daughter lorded it over me all night. 'Woooow, mom, that doesn't sound very responsible of you. You really need to work on your time management.' Little twerp."

"She sounds precious."

"Well, she is my child. But besides that, I just hate being late in general. Ruins my 'overachiever' street cred."

Lexa let out a small laugh and leaned her hip against the workstation table ledge. "I'm not entirely sure if overachiever comes with street cred, does it?"

"Oh, yes," Clarke said with utmost seriousness, though her eyes shone with a kind of teasing that made Lexa's stomach swoop. "Very intense stuff, Professor."

"Hm. I'll be sure to keep that in mind while grading studio practices then."

"Just you wait."

Releasing a laugh through her nose, Lexa pushed away from the table and made her way over to grab the clipboard off her workspace. "So, two classes, huh?"

Clarke hummed in question, looking up from where she was rifling through her bag when Lexa turned back from hanging the sign-out sheet. "What now?"

"Two classes," Lexa repeated. "With me."

"Uh. Yep."

"Sure that was a wise choice? You'll probably be sick of me by the end of the semester."

A lovely shade of rose sprung to Clarke's cheeks as Lexa watched her bite her lip and smile before pressing a palm over her eyes. "Egh. Okay. Um," Clarke awkwardly chuckled as she dragged her hand away, "can I tell you something slightly embarrassing?"

Eyebrows shooting up, Lexa rested her hands on her hips and sent Clarke a toothy smile. "Well that's entirely too intriguing to say no to."

"Don't judge me, alright," Clarke said. "But I… may... have been mildly drunk when I applied to come here."

A beat of silence echoed between them before Lexa snorted. "What?"

"It's not as bad as it sounds!" Clarke rushed on. "It was just-- My Madi was with her dad that night, and I was feeling all zen and 'one' with the universe.... And more than a little 'one' with an unfairly good bottle of rosé, and I… It just sounded like a great idea."

"No, I get it. I've had those nights, believe me," Lexa eased as she felt compelled to share in the woman's obvious fluster.

"See? Okay. Thank you."

"So… You're saying you planned your entire semester while three sheets in?"

"I believe the term I used was mildly drunk," Clarke pointed out with narrowed eyes as she went back to riffling in her bag. "But… yes. Basically. And I went through the classes I thought looked interesting, then looked up the professors to see who had the best ratings and chose from there."

"You're saying you chose my classes because drunk-you read that I come highly recommended?"

"Yes. Well, no. I mean, yes, that, but mostly--"

Clarke's words cut off with a click of her jaw.

So Lexa waited.

And waited.

Watched Clarke's movements falter as blue eyes darted up and that blush bloom deeper.

"What?" Lexa finally prompted.

"It's so stupid and I regret bringing this up now."

"Okay but you have to tell me," Lexa egged her on as she walked over and leaned her palms on the worktable between them. "You can't lead with something like that and leave a girl hanging."

Clarke sighed and plopped down on the stool behind her.

Resigned eyes locked onto her as Clarke rested her chin in her hand.

"L. Woods."

Lexa frowned and bent closer. "... Excuse me?"

"L… Woods," Clarke repeated slowly with a shake of her head.

It took a moment of silence, but just the one, before the penny finally dropped.

"Are you serious?" Lexa asked as she shoved up with a scoff.

"Listen, drunk me thought it was hilarious," Clarke said and held her hands up in surrender. "I remember having a really good time randomly saying 'what, like it's hard?' while I was writing everything down. And then when I met with my advisor, I just gave him the list from that night, and… yeah, here we are."

"Of course," Lexa sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose before pushing her glasses higher. "That movie is the bane of my existence, I hope you know that."

"Duly noted, but it was highly amusing at the time. And it did get me here, so..."

"It remains to be seen if that's even a good or bad thing, Clarke."

"Oh, please," Clarke smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Give me your worst, I'll win you over."

"Is that right?"

"Absolutely. Not to brag or anything, but," Clarke said, leaned in and dropped into a conspiratorial whisper, "I've been told I'm a pleasure to have in class."

Lexa's stomach flipped with a pleasant twist as she held the mischievous pair of blues staring up at her, unconsciously leaning forward as well and fighting against the stretch of her smile. "Then I guess I look forward to having you--"

They both jumped at the burst of muffled voices, hearing the thudding of footfalls echoing against hallway tile. Lexa shot away from the worktable just as a crowd of students lumbered through the open double doors, hitching a welcoming smile on her face as she struggled to slow the hammering in her chest.

"Hey! Morning, everybody! Nope. It's afternoon. I-- ya know what, just come in. Take a seat anywhere," she said in a voice she didn't quite recognize as she mentally told herself to get it the fuck to together.

Cheeks treacherously blazing for no damn reason at all, Lexa made her way up the the front of the lab where her demo station was set up.

She took her time putting on her apron, carefully looping the strings around her waist and double knotting it for good measure. Smoothed her hands over the covering that protected her favorite oxford button down.

Chancing a peek around the room as she meticulously folded her sleeves up to her elbows, Lexa watched the students settle themselves into whatever workspace called to them.

She hoped they were picking well. Felt bad for the gangly kid who had chosen the spot just beneath the air vent. Could practically hear his complaints come firing time when the studio's AC would be cranked full blast.

And then her eyes strayed past him. Flitted back toward her own work area, finding a deep shade of cerulean already staring back.

Her hands tripped over the knot of her apron even as those eyes immediately looked down. Lexa swallowed at the sudden lurch that rocketed through her chest all the same.

This was ridiculous.

She was being ridiculous.

She had a class to run for God's sake.

Clearing her throat loudly, obnoxiously, Lexa shut down whatever the hell all that was with a clap of her hands.

"Everybody settled?" she called out, pointedly looking around and doing a final quick scan.

Three workstation seats sat empty. Just as there should be.

"Good," Lexa answered herself. "Okay. Welcome to Ceramics I. First off, show of hands, who's excited to set stuff on fire?"

Two hands predictably flew up.

"Hell yeah," she nodded with a bright smile and motioned between them. "Alright, nobody allow those two around the kiln."

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"... and a variety of methods of constructing pieces, not just the throwing wheel. I'm sure at least some of you signed up for this class thinking you would recreate the scene from Ghost, which is understandable, but not the sole method of construction. Yes, I am aware I'm dating myself with that reference, but I would appreciate it if you ignored that and accepted me as I am. Because for now, we're starting with the basics."

Lexa mindlessly droned through the tail end of her intro speech as she walked through the work tables and handed each student a lump of pre-measured clay.

"Which brings me to my next point. There's only three tests in this class, everything else is participation and studio practices. Meaning I expect you to show up and work while you're here. I want to see progression of technique. 'A for effort' is the name of the game, folks. You'll probably have to come in during your off hours. The lab does stay unlocked for your convenience, but trust me when I say, you are being watched."

Handing out the final sample, Lexa turned and gave the room a weighted look as she pointed to the very conspicuous security camera hanging in the far corner of the room.

She still knew at least one person would need to be gently reminded of its presence at some point in the semester.

"Okay. Now that the threatening portion is done, let's get to the fun stuff."

Moving back to her makeshift work area, Lexa went through the motions of explaining the properties of the practice clay they were using, how it would differ from the normal clay they'd be using throughout the year. Explained the methods, strengths, and weaknesses of that day's demo, coil pottery, mixed with a few key points of the method's history as well as the particulars to making their creations structurally sound.

She built her own mini vase up one rung at a time, explaining why slow and steady was the path to victory in ceramics, giving the usual lecture of not trying to bite off more than one could chew with each layer.

And sighed when she let them loose to try it for themselves, only to immediately watch the majority of them do the exact opposite of what she'd just said.

They'd figure it out eventually.

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Clarke frowned as the clay dried and pilled into tiny crumbles beneath her ministrations.

Wondered why they were even working with this junk to begin with when it barely wanted to hold together or do a single thing she indignantly told it to do in her head.

She huffed for the third time in five minutes and leaned in closer, using the bendy flat metal thing she didn't know the name of to try and smooth out a particularly stubborn curve yet again.

"You look like you're about to burst a blood vessel."

Stopping at the whisper from the work space beside her, Clarke pulled back and looked to her right.

A woman slightly older than herself was watching her with naked amusement, chin resting on the ball of her fist and a teasing smile sitting easy on her face.

"Can I help you?" Clarke asked.

"Looks like you're the one who could use a little help."

"Your observation skills are impressive," Clarke snipped. "What gave me away?"

Brown eyes widened and then narrowed, that smile turning sharper as she watched Clarke silently for another moment.

"I like you," the woman said abruptly and sat up, reaching a hand out. "I'm Raven."

Clarke frowned and quirked a brow. "My hands are filthy."

"Whose aren't? We're fuckin' around with the classy version of dirt."

Looking down at the sight of the woman's equally grey dust and muck smeared hand, she eventually shrugged and returned the handshake with a tight smile. "Clarke."

"Here," Raven said when she released her, "try this."

"... A bottle?"

"The contents of said bottle," Raven sighed and plopped the bottle down on Clarke's side of the table. "Dribble a little water on your fingers, it'll help smooth that curve you're about to cry over. Don't feel bad though, this clay is bullshit and dries out before you can do anything. I swear Lexa uses this stuff first day just to torture the fresh blood."

Already wetting her fingers with the water, Clarke swiped her fingers along the outside bend of clay and smiled when the jagged pieces slicked into something much cleaner looking.

"Groundbreaking, isn't it?"

"Yeah, thank you," Clarke breathed and repeated the process on another rough spot.

"No problem. What's hilarious is that she'll very much be teaching you exactly how important water can be to the whole process next class."

"Are you serious?"

"Like I said, she uses this crap as torture, I'm convinced of it. She's a sadist."

Clarke quieted a laugh as she glanced between her work and the woman seemingly lost in her own world at the front of the room. Watched hands deftly rolling out and hatching separate coils before winding them together.

In the time it had taken Clarke to build her up clay barely a few inches off the table, an undulating eight inch pot sat fully formed at the head of the class.

It was hypnotic seeing the deftness of the professor's hands, how the woman seemed entirely zoned into the process as she worked. Her movements were delicate, but sure, each one deliberate and fluid as she added one coiled rope after another and built the structure up taller with ease.

"Remember, folks," Lexa called out so suddenly Clarke jumped in her seat, hurriedly looking away before she could be caught gawking like an idiot. "I'm only interested in seeing where you're starting from. Don't worry about impressing anyone, just try and make something that holds together. I want you to get familiar with the feel of the medium."

Clarke went back to her pot, needlessly rewetting her fingers before actually focusing past her fluster, and grabbed a different tool entirely. She picked up her tiny… whatever the hell it was she'd made and used the self-named pokey thing to start etching in a design.

"So," Clarke said after a few moments, glancing over at the woman beside her again and catching her looking back. "You seem to know the professor?"

Raven snorted out a laugh and kept forming some tiny thing that Clarke couldn't make out. "Yeah, you could say that. I've only taken this class four times."

"Wait, what?" Clarke stopped and looked at her with a frown. "Why would you take an intro class four times?"

"All the fun, none of the worrying about tests," Raven shrugged as she kept working. "My wife's on the faculty here so it costs me basically nothing to take classes, and after this little souvenir," she paused long enough to rap a knuckle against the metal brace that circled her knee, "I don't really worry about working anymore. More fun to be a full time student. Just learn anything I want and make stuff."

Not wanting to pry, Clarke simply gave an appreciative nod. "Nice."

"What about you?" Raven asked as she pulled back and inspected her own creation. "What got you back in the academic saddle at this deliciously ripened age?"

Clarke cracked a smile at her teasing tone. "Definitely not the cheapness of classes," she sighed and went back to her etching. "Divorce."

"Ouch."

"It was a long time coming," she absently waved off the concern. "But between the settlement and some inheritance, here I am. Bright eyed and feelin' old as hell."

"Okay, everybody," Professor Woods' voice cut through Raven's laughter. "I think that's good. Let's call it for today. Just leave your pieces and I'll come around to see where we are."

Clarke paused her movements and looked up, ruefully smiling and shaking her head at the nearly foot tall, perfectly symmetrical coiled creation sitting on the front workstation.

Show off.

Clarke kept on working through the quiet shuffle around her, hearing clips of muted conversations and small words of encouragement as she determinedly finished up a few final details on her sort-of mini pot.

A click of a tongue to her right caught her attention.

"Raven. Really?"

"What?" Clarke's workspace companion shrugged when Clarke glanced over from the corner of her eye.

"You gotta give me something here. Work with me."

"There's a hole in it! It's a pot! Look, it's an abstract."

"It's a duck."

"Ceci n'est pas une duck!"

Professor Woods rolled her eyes even as she gave a soft pat to Raven's shoulder. "Get out of here, go home."

"Oui, la Professeure," Raven said as she grabbed her bag and stood with a grunt, giving Clarke a lazy wave on her way out the door.

"That woman," her professor sighed after Raven was gone as she moved around to stand on Clarke's other side. "Don't let her teach you any bad habits."

"Never," Clarke said as she deliberately slid the contraband water bottle further away from her area.

Professor Woods hummed and looked down at the little creation sitting before them. Clarke felt her cheeks heat under such scrutiny as the woman shuffled in close, lowering down to squat on her heels and inspecting Clarke's piece with sharp, green eyes.

"We sure about that?"

"Absolutely."

"That's not a coil pot, Clarke."

"Okay, no it's not, but hear me out," Clarke jumped in as the woman lifted her work and started turning it in circles to see all the different sides. "It was a coil pot at first. But then I got bored and I started smoothing down the sides," she explained and mimicked her own movements as those eyes flicked to her during their inspection. "And before I knew it, it was smooth. And then I thought, well let me put a design on it. Obviously. So that's when I took the pokey thing and, and... did all the rest."

Professor Woods was quiet for a long moment as she continued to gingerly turn the piece over and over in her fingers.

Clarke wrung her hands in her lap and watched until she finally smiled, set it back down, and looked up toward Clarke from her crouched position.

"Pottery needle."

Clarke let her brow drop into a deep furrow.

"The pokey thing," her professor said as she pointed to the tool in question. "It's called a pottery needle."

"Ah," Clarke breathed in the small space between them. "Yeah, that sounds more professional."

"I appreciate your initiative, Clarke," Professor Woods said with that lovely click as she pushed back up to her feet. "And I'm certainly seeing that overachiever street cred you were talking about. It's impressive."

"I told you."

"But you will still have to actually make a coil pot for me at some point in the next week."

"Right, of course," Clarke agreed with a guilty nod.

"Do you wanna fire it?"

"What?" Clarke's head flew up from where it had dipped to see full lips still smiling at her, felt her breathing subconsciously deepen at the sweet scent of perfume when her professor leaned closer and rested her elbows on the table as she resumed inspecting the mini pot.

"Would you like to fire this?" Professor Woods asked again as she glanced to her. "I'm not going to be lighting the kiln for a couple weeks yet, but…"

"Oh, God no," Clarke scoffed and fought the ridiculous blush climbing to her cheeks when the woman immediately frowned. "It's nothing worth saving. I was just messing around."

A hand shot out and snatched up the pot before Clarke could smash it. "Hey," Professor Woods chided and held it out of Clarke's destruction zone. "It's your first piece, Clarke. You have to save it."

"I didn't even know what I was doing."

"Which makes it all the more worthy," she insisted. "Usually all I get is a bunch of lopsided vases and tiny floppy bowls that fall apart. This is an honest to God pot. And look, it's so cute."

Clarke watched as her professor held the piece up on the flat of her palm.

"You even put little designs on it. And these swirling pinholes that create negative space? That's wonderful... You should really let me fire this for you."

Clarke held her gaze and chewed her lip in thought, barely held back a smile when the woman playfully held the piece next to her face. She sighed after a long moment and nodded.

"If you insist--"

"I do," Professor Woods said on the heels of the words that had barely left Clarke's lips as she rose from the table. A shiver ran down Clarke's spine when fingers ghosted across her back, grabbed a pinch of her 'University of Polis' shirt sleeve and playfully tugged as she passed. "Wait here, Ms. Overachiever. Advanced lesson time."

Clarke swiveled on her stool and called after her. "You really don't have to, professor--"

"You can just call me Lexa."

Clarke's mouth clicked shut as she sat up straight at the offhand correction, not quite sure what to do with herself while her professor-- while Lexa, opened the giant metal cabinet that stood next to the doorway and grabbed a few things at random.

"Okay, this is a ware board. There's a bunch of different types, but this one's particle board," Lexa explained as she came back in an excited flurry of movements and set everything down on Clarke's space. "It helps pull moisture out of clay, which is generally what you want when a piece is finished. But since it's gonna be a little bit before we fire this thing, we're gonna want to find a way to keep it from drying out too much too soon so it doesn't crumble. Also, if you decide you wanna change anything beforehand, it's not literally set in stone yet."

Clarke leaned back when Lexa reached across her and snapped up the forgotten water bottle, smiling at her grumbled sigh of 'Thanks, Raven' even as Lexa took a piece of gnarled looking plastic and sprinkled a few droplets on it.

"This is the best way to keep your work, sorry for having to use this word, moist, in between sessions," Lexa picked right back up with a kind of whirlwind enthusiasm that Clarke couldn't tear gaze away from. Slim fingers received their own trickle of water and started caressing the tiny piece in light passes.

Clarke swallowed as she diligently followed their every path.

"You don't want to soak it," Lexa said in a concentrated hush. "Just give it enough moisture to stay alive… And be gentle, so you won't lose all your designs."

"Gentle, got it," Clarke croaked as she watched fingers dip into the pot to wet down the inside walls.

"Think slick and smooth."

"Mhm."

"Take care of the lip, it's fragile."

"Take care of the lips. The lip."

Clarke licked the dryness from her own lips when Lexa set the piece down in the middle of the ware board and looked over, seeing little flecks of gold in green eyes as Lexa handed over the dampened plastic. "Okay. Now you wrap it up."

"Right," Clarke nodded and took a breath as she draped the plastic over her piece and went to lift--

"No, wait." Hands rested over her own, stopping her before she could pick up the pot. "Leave it on the board. Just wrap it like this."

Lexa cupped Clarke's palms around the tiny figure beneath the plastic, bunching the excess material in tufts at the base so it sat close and snug.

"Perfect," Lexa murmured beside her, hands lingering a moment as Clarke turned and let her eyes rove over the side of that unfairly pretty face.

And then all at once Lexa cleared her throat and yanked back while wiping her hands on her apron.

"'Kay. All done."

She smiled and picked up the board and took off across the room before Clarke knew what was even happening.

"This should be safe for at least a week," Lexa called over her shoulder as she leaned up on her tiptoes and slid the board into the metal cabinet. "But I'll keep an eye on it. You can check it too, see if you decide to make any changes. This top shelf is mine, so I'm gonna hide it here in case anyone gets any funny ideas."

"Funny ideas?" Clarke asked when she finally got her bearings enough to fully turn around.

Lexa tsked as she finished closing up the cabinet. "Unfortunately, some people are thieves. It's not truly a semester until someone gets one of their projects stolen."

Clarke frowned as she dropped her supplies into the water proof sack she'd packed that morning to wash later. "Well that's bullshit."

"Hence the added security," Lexa nudged a chin up toward the camera as she moved to the sink and rinsed her hands.

They lapsed into silence as Clarke finished packing up and rinsed her own hands, only allowing herself a few glances as Lexa untied her apron and hung it back up. She grappled with what exactly to do with all the unknown words jostling for attention at the back of her thought as she slipped her bag onto her shoulder and couldn't find a single thing else to keep her there.

Which was stupid because she really did need to be going. Had dinner to make and laundry calling her name.

Had to get out of that room and process the entirety of the last hour.

So Clarke released a sharp sigh and smiled when her professor looked up from where she was scribbling something on a stack of papers. "Okay, well. Thanks for the, uh... advanced lesson."

"It was my pleasure," Lexa grinned, "Ms. Overachiever."

"I told you I would impress you."

"I indeed stand impressed."

"Guess I'll head out then," she said and hitched a thumb over her shoulder. "But I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Actually." Lexa held a finger up, stopping Clarke in her tracks as she grabbed the packet she'd been writing on and walked over. "Here."

Taking the outstretched papers, Clarke looked at her in question. "What's this?"

"I was thinking about what you said yesterday. About being worried of falling behind should anything come up. And a colleague gave me the idea to just give you a breakdown of the course material for the semester."

Clarke looked down and saw a typed bullet pointed list sectioned out and filed by time period for each month and week.

"It's not a cheat sheet," Lexa continued as Clarke flipped through the few pages. "You'll have to actually study all of that to pass the tests. And it's not an excuse to skip class either, because I cover things not in the textbook. So don't you go getting any funny ideas."

Clarke smiled up at her with a roll of her eyes. "I would never purposely skip your class. It may have only been the one, but I really liked it."

"Oh. Good. That's good to hear," Lexa breathed. Then nodded. Crossed her hands behind her back and took on an air that read as all business. "Still. I'm giving you fair warning, this isn't your free pass. I just thought it might help you to know what sections you have to study for and when, that way you can easily work it around your schedule without having to guess what comes next."

"Thank you," Clarke quietly murmured as she flipped it closed. "That's really thoughtful."

"Of course… And I, um… I put my personal cell number on the back," Lexa added as Clarke carefully slipped the packet into her bag.

Clarke's head whipped up. "Your number?"

"For emergencies," Lexa all but blurted even as she pivoted and walked back to her work space, refusing to look at Clarke as she busied herself with shuffling packing up odds and ends on her desk. "I was thinking, what if, perchance, something came up on a test day and I hadn't looked at my email. I tend to check my phone more frequently, so that would be more practical in a pinch if you needed to reach me to reschedule."

Quiet settled over the room save for the rustle of paper as Clarke stared on and Lexa continued to fuss over nothing.

"You're giving me your number?"

"For emergencies," the back of Lexa's head nodded.

Clarke couldn't help but grin at the rather endearing display and gripped her bag strap tighter. "Do you… normally give that out to students?"

"... No."

Another long moment of silence passed.

"Not gonna follow that up with anything?"

"Nope."

Letting out a laugh, Clarke ran a hand through her hair. "Alright. Well then… Thank you, Lexa," she said with a softness she hoped put the woman at ease. "I really appreciate this. This is… more than I deserve."

"Don't worry about it," Lexa blindly waved behind her. "You're a good student, you deserve to succeed. I'm just glad I can help."

Clarke chewed her lip and nodded to herself, sending an unseen smile at the woman who still refused to look at her as she backed toward the door. "So I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yep."

"Ten-thirty, right?"

"Yep."

"You said you wrote it on the back?"

"Yep."

Clarke shook her head and knocked a knuckle against the doorframe as she stepped out. "Good to know. You have a good night, professor."

She waited and watched Lexa's hands falter, only leaving when she heard a faint, 'Goodnight, Clarke,' in return.

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#prof/stu au #Teach Me #clexa #lexa x clarke #clexa fic #forgive mistakes

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fluffy-lee · 3 years

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A Message

Part 10 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Y/n and Peter decide to take a bike ride and picnic on a beautiful summer day.

You woke up at Bucky’s side. He was sound asleep. You sat up in bed and saw that Sam had already gotten up and gone downstairs. Steve was also still asleep. Sun from the window was shining directly on him. The storm had fully passed and it was sunny and clear again, another beautiful day, to say the least.

Suddenly, you were snatched back down into Bucky’s arms. You giggled and cuddled him.

“Morning Y/n/n.” Bucky said groggily.

“Good morning!” You replied.

“Why do you always wake up so early?” He asked, eyes closed and resting his cheek on your head.

“I’m just used to it, and I like to.” You shrugged.

Just then, Steve stretched and opened his eyes.

“Good morning, sunshine!” You quipped.

“Mmmmhh.” Steve groaned, pulling the covers over his head.

“Woooow someone’s grumpy!” Bucky teased, making you giggle. “Maaaybe he needs snuggles!”

You jumped out of bed with a big smile on your face, followed by Bucky.

“Noooo.” Steve grumbled from under the covers.

You hopped right on to him and ripped the covers off him, before wrapping the tired super soldier in a cuddle. Bucky joined in and Steve couldn’t hide his grin.

“You two are the bane of my existence.” Steve said hoarsely.

“Now that’s not very nice!” You cried dramatically, shooting your fingers to the sides of his ribs to tickle him. It most definitely worked.

Steve's eyes went wide and his contagious laughter filled the room. Bucky joined in on the attack, laying on Steve’s legs and tickling his belly. The tickles made Steve a thousand times weaker than normal and he wanted to just throw you two off of him, but he wouldn’t, not wanting to risk anyone getting hurt, so he had to use his strength to just take it.

“PUHLEHEHEHEASE STOHAHAHAP!”

“Nahh!” You and Bucky said in unison.

You didn’t want to stop. Steve’s laughter was the best. You knew he needed you to stop, however, because he was turning red. That rarely happens, so you let up, followed by Bucky. You and Bucky laughed while Steve caught his breath. After he recovered, he gave you both a warning look, with full intention of revenge. You gulped, and Bucky thought he could probably put up a fight if Steve tried anything. Steve put a hand on your back, and flipped you over in an instant, tossing Bucky off of him and trapping you under him.

“OOOOH NOHOHO! DADDY HEEELP!” You squealed with a big smile. This was way too much fun.

Bucky began trying to fight Steve, but Steve used so much of his strength to pull Bucky down next to you, and he was successful. He used his legs to trap you and Bucky, and you were way easier to keep still, but Bucky was still trying to fight, but he gave up as soon as Steve dug a hand into both of your bellies.

You and Bucky cried with laughter, much to Steve’s amusement.

“This is what you two get!”

It wasn’t long before Bucky, who just couldn’t stand how much it tickled, broke free and rolled over catching his breath, leaving just you to face Steve’s wrath.

“Ihihihi’m sohohohorry!” You giggled as he shook your tummy.

“You better be!” Steve growled.

“Eeehhehehe! It tickles!” You squeaked.

“Ohhh does it? I bet I can make it tickle even more!” Steve teased, and lifted up your shirt a little to tickle your bare tummy.

Residual giggles poured out of you and Steve chuckled at you and Bucky.

“Well, I’m going back to sleep!” Steve teased, collapsing on you and pretending to sleep.

“Nohoho Steve I can’t stay here I have to go help decorate for your birthday tomorrow!”

“Oh alright Y/n/n. Let’s get up then.” Steve said, getting out of bed, followed by Bucky.

Bucky and Steve went to brush their teeth and you went to you and Natasha’s bathroom and got ready for the day.

You went downstairs to see everyone except Peter and Thor were awake. You started making coffee for everyone while Bucky made you breakfast. Soon, Thor came downstairs, followed by Peter. You handed Thor his coffee.

“Thank you, Princess!”

You sat down next to Bucky and ate breakfast. When you were finished, Wanda brought out a basket of Fourth of July decorations, and you, Wanda, Thor, and Nat began decorating the house. Everyone else went to sit outside and chat on the porch.

Thor lifted you up on his shoulders so you could hang streamers.

After an hour or so, the whole place was decked out in red, white, and blue.

“Steve, it's all done!” You cheered, popping your head out the screen door to the porch.

Steve smiled and stood up from his chair to come see the inside.

“Wow, it looks really nice, honey! Thank you!” He said, kissing your cheek. “You’re just the sweetest!” He showered your cheeks with kisses, making you giggle.

You gave Steve a tour of all the little details you put into all the decorating.

A little later, you were walking down the hall when Peter turned the corner in front of you.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” He said.

“Oh what’s up?” You asked.

“I found something!” He smirked.

You followed Peter out to the shed. He opened the doors to reveal two vintage style bikes with baskets.

“You wanna get outta here?” He grinned.

You smiled excitedly and nodded.

You and Peter told everyone you were going for a bike ride and went into the kitchen and began filling a picnic basket. Steve came in to help.

“Here fill these with lemonade.” Steve suggested, holding up two mason jars.

“Oh, perfect! Thanks!” You said.

You began filing them with ice when a devious idea came to mind. You looked over to see Steve’s back was turned to you. Perfect. You took the jar and dumped the ice down the back of Steve’s shirt. Steve jumped around startled by the extremely cold feeling stuck on his back.

“OOOHHH! Ohohoho nohohoho! YOU LITTLE-” Steve yelled as you and Peter cried with laughter. You took off running, but only made it to the hallway before Steve snatched you up. He didn’t even hesitate to tackle you to the carpet.

“You never learn do you, you little brat!” Steve teased through gritted teeth.

You gave him your sweetest smile through your giggles. “I’m sorry Steve!”

“You being all cute isn’t gonna save you from the TICKLE MONSTER!” He growled, slipping his hand under your shirt, tormenting your ribs. Wow. He really wasn’t going to have mercy.

You screamed and laughed so hard, you could barely breathe.

“Tickytickytickyticky!” Steve teased evilly, making you blush. You can’t stand that and he is well aware of the fact.

His fingers danced down to your tummy and you thrashed and tried so hard to push him off, but he had you pinned. To make it worse, he began blowing raspberries in your neck.

“Stehehevie plehehehease!” You cried through your laughter. You rarely ever call him “Stevie” so he knew you were desperate.

“Awww what’s the matter, huh? Did you think I was gonna let you get away with pouring ice down my shirt?” Steve suddenly latched his hands onto your sides and began squeezing. A weakness of yours. “No! You knew! You knew I was going to tickle you for that!” He quipped.

Your face heated up again and you tried to hide your face by turning over toward the carpet, but Steve pushed you so you couldn’t, and he gently grabbed your jaw, squishing your cheeks, forcing you to look at him as he shook your tummy with his other hand. Steve smacked his lips.

“That’s why you did it!” Steve chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You swear you died of flusteredness right then and there. Before you could even think, Steve was attacking your underarms and you were belly laughing. You could no longer fight back. You just laid there and took it. His hands danced around your neck and collarbones. It tickled so much you thought you were going to pass out.

“STOP I CAN’T TAHAHAKE IT! STOHOHOHOP!” You begged. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Steve rolled his eyes with a smile and ceased his tickles.

“Stevie! Hehehehe I can’t take it! It tickles too much!” Steve mocked you, before blowing more raspberries on your neck.

You just laughed more and pushed at his chest to get him to quit. He finally did and he stood up and grabbed you by the ankle, carrying you back to the kitchen upside down while you giggled your heart out.

“Here Peter. I think she’s still alive.” Steve joked, handing you to Peter.

Peter scooped you up, holding you baby style.

“You two are silly!” He chuckled, looking down at your face.

He set you down and he had everything ready to go.

Bucky walked in the kitchen shirtless with his swimsuit on and sunglasses on his head

“You two try not to get into any trouble. I’m going to relax in the pool.’ Bucky said, hugging your neck. “Bye giggles!” He teased, giving you tickly kisses on your ear, of course making you giggle.

“Byehehehe!”

Peter grabbed the basket and you two headed out the back door onto the porch. You were walking down the steps when you stopped in your tracks and went back up the steps, slowly approaching Steve where he sat in his chair chatting away. He looked over and glared at you teasingly.

“The AUDACITY!” He joked. “You better watch it!”

You cupped your face in your hands nervously. “I just have a question!”

“Hmm?”

You walked up to him and wrapped your hands around his bicep. “Can I take your shield?”

Steve shrugged, shaking his head with a smile. “Pffff I mean I guess so!” He answered, unsure as to why you wanted to take it.

You giggled. “Thanks!”

You ran inside and grabbed his shield, putting it on your back like Steve always does. It was so big on you. You and Peter wanted to practice throwing it, plus it was good protection… besides bringing Spider-Man himself.

Steve smiled when he saw you run down the steps with his shield on your back.

You and Peter took off down the trail on your bikes. The scenery was beautiful. The two of you went so far you passed many meadows. The wild flowers, the trees, the mountains. It was like a movie. You were riding past the edge of brush and trees when you spotted something.

“Peter look! Blueberries!” You shouted.

“Oh nice!” Peter cheered.

You hopped off your bikes and ate some. They were delicious.

“There are so many! We should make a pie!”

You and Peter filled your bike basket with blueberries, eating them as you did so. You ended up practicing throwing the shield with Peter. He was really good at it. You could use some work but you were getting better. After a while, you decided it was a good time to rest, so you laid a blanket out under a shady tree and began eating the picnic. You and Peter began trying to catch grapes in your mouth. Peter caught every single one you threw, but you were struggling to catch any of them, making you and Peter laugh.

“Sounds like you need some motivation!” Peter started.

“Oh no.”

“If you don’t catch this grape, I’m gonna tickle you.” He warned with a smirk.

Butterflies rushed to your tummy,

“That is not fair!” You panicked. “No! I can’t! I’ll-”

“THREE TWO ONE!” Peter interrupted, tossing you the grape.

You tried to catch it. You really did, but it wasn’t good enough.

You looked over at Peter warily. He had a teasing glare. You crossed your arms over your body nervously, unable to hide the big smile on your face as Peter crawled towards you, before grabbing your ankle and pulling you to the ground under him. He squeezed your thigh and you squealed, not expecting it. He laughed along with you as he squeezed both your thighs and knees, driving you crazy.

“Why are your knees so ticklish?! I have never seen such!” He teased.

“Ihihihi dohohohon’t knohohow!”

Peter chuckled and pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while tormenting your underarms with the other, switching between the two. You squeezed your eyes shut as you laughed. You couldn’t move very much because he was straddling you. He eventually unpinned your wrists and went to town on your underarms making you slam your arms to your sides, trapping his hands.

“Mwuahahaha! You have fallen into my tickle trap! I’m going to tickle you foreverrrr!” He teased in an “evil” voice.

All you could do was belly laugh.

He somehow kept his thumbs under your arms while his other fingers reached up to tickle your collarbones and neck. You went in and out of silent laughter. This was definitely effective.

“Ohhh! I just remembered your new tickle spot!” Peter piped up after a while. He pinned your arms to your sides as he nuzzled his way under your chin.

“OHOHOHO NO! NOHOHO!” You cried with laughter as Peter blew several tickly raspberries on the front of your neck.

Your voice became raspy and Peter knew you had enough.

“Cutie.” Peter chuckled letting you go.

You sat up and looked at him bashfully. He laughed at that.

...

You leaned against the tree and Peter laid his head in your lap, looking up at you.

“Don’t you think this is a little romantic, Pete?” You chuckled.

“I don’t care. You’re my best friend.” Peter mused.

You smiled at each other. You ran your hand through his curls. You couldn’t help it. His hair was soft. He handed you an earbud, and you put it in. He played The Funeral by Band of Horses. You listened, and stared out into the beautiful field in front of you, the sounds of birds chirping and cicadas in your other ear. Peaceful.

Peter fell asleep in your lap, so you decided to let him sleep. A few minutes passed when you spotted someone in the field in front of you. They were staring. It gave you the creeps, but you figured they’d move on… until you saw them vanish in thin air. Like magic. You were so scared, you couldn’t speak. You gripped sleeping Peter’s wrist. Your breathing hitched in your throat. Did you just see a ghost? The figure then appeared closer on the edge of the woods. Close enough for you to make it out. Your fear lessened, but you still felt a little scared. You slowly cupped Peter’s head in your hands, moving out from under him. You could tell he was really out by his soft snores. You were able to slip out from under him, and lay his head down on the blanket, not waking him. You stood up and slowly made your way toward the woods. You followed the figure a little ways in, until he stopped and turned around to face you.

“Why are you here?” You whispered.

“You don’t think I’d show up to that house filled with my enemies, do you?” Loki asked.

“You have a point. You don’t consider me an enemy?”

Loki shook his head “no.”

“Why are you here?” You asked again.

“I have a message for you to give to my brother.” Loki explained, handed you an old looking paper, rolled up and tied with a green ribbon. “You have two days to give it to him.”

“Only two?!”

“It’s the best I can do... ‘Till we meet again, Princess.” Loki said. He bowed, and disappeared before your eyes with a green light.

You unrolled the message and tried to read it. You sighed. It was in Asgardian.

“Two days.”

“Y/N?! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!” You heard Peter cry with worry.

You stuffed the message in your pocket.

“Peter! I’m here!’ You replied, jogging back to him.

“Oh thank God. I had a strange dream.” Peter panted, hugging you.

You realized Loki placed a sleep spell over Peter.

“It’s alright, Peter! You must’ve been tired.”

“I guess so. I think… I think we should head back now.” Peter trailed off. “Don’t leave my side again, you understand me?” He said sternly, holding your wrist.

“I understand. Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” You said looking down.

Peter kissed your head. “It’s alright.”

...

When you returned, you hid the message in your pillowcase. You didn’t want things to change just yet. You decided you’d give Thor his message in secret. You didn’t want anyone besides him to know that you’ve been around Loki. You put on your swimsuit and joined Peter, Bucky, Steve, and Nat in the pool. You swam for a few hours before drying off and relaxing inside for a while. You fell asleep on Bucky’s chest on the couch while he watched TV, stroking your hair. He was warm and you loved to listen to his heartbeat.

...

“Wake up, Y/n! Dinner’s ready.” Bucky cooed, shaking you awake. You stretched. You were so comfy you didn’t want to move.

“No, let's just stay here.” You replied groggily.

“You leave me no choice.” Bucky sighed and began tickling your back and sides. You burst into giggles, making him smile. “You gonna get up, Y/n/n?”

“Yehehehes!” You answered, rolling off him to your feet.

“Well look who’s awake!” Tony teased, scooping you up into a hug. He smelled nice and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t you fall asleep on me now!” He chuckled, tickling you the same way Bucky did.

“Oohohokay! Okahahay I’M AWAKE!” You protested, making everyone laugh.

You sat between Nat and Thor at dinner. You put the message in the back of your mind and enjoyed time with your family.

...

“I’ll tell him tomorrow night, in secret, after the fireworks show.” You thought to yourself as you stood on the dock, watching the sunset over the lake.

“Hey! Y/n! We’re having a fire!” Nat called from the top of the hill.

“Okay!” You replied.

Loki’s haunting voice rang in your head.

“Two days.”

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astranva · 4 years

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Dad!Harry having all daughters and all of them are either doing his hair or putting makeup on him while asking him silly questions about himself 😙

Title: Beautiful Chaos

Word Count: 1.9k

Category: dad!harry fluff

Warnings: Not proofread but none other than that.

That was lovely to write, too, my heart is about to buRST although I couldn’t find a suitable photo for the Instagram post I add at the end oops

There were a lot of things that your husband, Harry, enjoyed. Like, you spooning him after a long day at work, like smelling your coconut scent through the house, and like the fact that he was a father of 3 healthy girls.

Perla, Emerald, and Ruby were 3 girls whom Harry could go to hell and back for, not to mention you, but it had always been like that since the moment he met you.

Perla, being 7 years old, frequently took pride in her “big sister” title, wearing it like a sash around her and especially at her school and around her friends. Out of her sisters, she was the most protective of her family and it was something that had never failed to make you and Harry melt.

Harry even often found himself going on his phone, watching a video he had discreetly recorded when she was only 2. She was sitting on one of the kitchen stools, her eyes following your every move as you made her a sandwich with your baby bump showing, in your 9th month.

“careful, mummy.”

“Mummy, careful!”

“Thank you, mummy. Thank you, little baby.”

She had said during the video, adding a kiss to your bump after her last sentence.

Then Emerald came into the world, and Harry sometimes found himself wondering if his heart had doubled its size to fit all the love he had for his family.

Being 5, Emerald – or Emma as you all frequently called her – was quiet. She was a collected, flexible child who enjoyed art. Harry’s music? She would be listening carefully to it, saying comments that not all 5-year-olds would say;

“I like the piano here.”

“Uncle Mitch did a great job here!”

“Daddy, the bass is so low.”

And it only made sense that yours and Harry’s phones were full of pictures of her with her toy guitar around her shoulders, strumming as she cutely sang Harry’s songs or even some Fleetwood Mac into her green microphone.

And then came your youngest, being 3 – Ruby.

Ruby was a funny and hyperactive child. No hairstyle could sit still for her and more often than not, she sat with messy and chaotic brown hair, clothes a little disheveled. She was definitely more of a risk-taker than her sisters.

You remember only months ago at the beginning of the year, before the pandemic outbreak, when you and Harry were visiting a friend of yours from work and they had a big dog, a Great Dane, Perla and Emerald hiding behind you and Harry as they saw the dog but Ruby thrashed in Harry’s arms, demanding he put her down so she can “play with the puppy.”

And the one time you were at Anne’s, Ruby had curiously poked Dusty’s stomach, which the cat didn’t like to defend itself, it scratched 2-year-old Ruby’s hand.

Everyone stared in shock, waiting for Ruby to break down and cry but were surprised when she stared at her hand with a frown before looking at Dusty who walked off,

“Sorry!” She had only shouted at the cat before standing and grabbing a grape to eat.

With the pandemic outbreak, your family of 5 was quarantined in your London home. Refusing to leave the house unless it was absolutely necessary, you had guided your daughters to understanding how important it was to wear a face mask while outside because it was their duty towards all people, you and Harry included.

But with the pandemic, you and Harry were busy at creating ways that would keep the kids busy as well. From movie nights to activities, you both had tried to keep the kids entertained as well as aware of what was going on as best as you could.

It was one day when everything was just slow-paced, quiet, and chill. Harry had shaved his beard and left a mustache, one that your daughters were very amused by and had been all week.

You sat with your laptop on your lap, earphones connected as you watched The Good Place, but keeping the sound low enough for you to hear what your kids were conversing about.

Harry sat beside you, reading a book he had picked up a couple of days ago, his hand behind your back, fingers gently and mindlessly caressing your back, stroking it up and down in a comforting and soothing manner.

Perla and Ruby were sat together, coloring the most recent sketched you had printed them, while Emerald was sat on the floor against your legs, trying to make you and Harry a beaded bracelet from the toy set Harry had gotten her earlier.

“Mummy, does this look nice?” She asked, turning to look at you as she raised a pink-beaded thread string.

You lowered your laptop screen, looking at her. “It looks very nice, baby. Do you want me to tie it?”

“Yes, please.” She stood, handing you the string and watching you in awe as you did as if you were doing pure magic. You tied it in the way you had learned years ago, when friendship bracelets were a thing, making sure that it can get tighter or looser, however the wearer wanted.

“There you go.”

“Thank you, Mummy.” She grinned as she took it before moving to Harry, attempting to climb him which earned her a giggle from him as he helped her up, putting his book aside before mentally cursing himself because he didn’t know where he stopped.

“Look! I made you this!” Emerald grinned as she handed Harry the bracelet, watching excitedly and waiting for his reaction.

Harry gasped dramatically, “Woooow!” He looked at the bracelet lovingly, feeling like his heart was about to burst as he put it on, vowing to never take it off to himself. “I love it, Em. Thank you so much, baby.”

Emerald grinned bashfully, raising her shoulders closer to her cheeks as she did, Harry grabbing her to press a kiss against her hairline.

You watched with pure love, show long forgotten as you paused and gave your full attention to the scene.

Noticing what was going on, your oldest and youngest paused their coloring to approach you and look at their dad’s new jewelry.

“Good job, Em. Can you make me one?” Your oldest, Perla, asked excitedly as she eyed the bracelet before grinning at her shorter sister, who excitedly nodded at her.

“Me, too!” Ruby chimed, “But blue!”

“First, Mummy,” Emerald pointed at you, “Then Per,” she pointed at her older sister, “Then Rube.”

“Starting a business, aren’t you?” Harry joked, bringing her close to his chest as he playfully gnawed on her cheek, smiling as she squealed out in laughter.

As if the idea had been in her mind for a while, Perla suddenly blurted out a question:

“Daddy, can I put makeup on you?”

You grinned, looking at Harry and waiting for his reply.

He looked at you quickly before moving back to Perla, “I don’t see why not. Go on, get the stuff you need.”

“Ruby, you think we can paint daddy’s nails?” You asked your youngest with an excited grin, hearing your husband laugh.

Ruby nodded with a squeal, holding your hand as you stood up before Perla ran in front of you, you and Ruby following her as you ran towards yours and Harry’s room to get the stuff needed.

“Blue!” Ruby pointed at the blue nail polish bottle while Perla stood with your makeup bag, “And pink.”

“Yellow, too,” Perla added.

“How about we take the whole thing.” You chuckled as you gathered the box in your hands, walking behind your squealing, excited daughters.

At the sight of you, Emerald lit up, “I’ll do daddy’s hair!”

“You girls are giving Daddy a whole makeover, huh?” Harry laughed lovingly, welcoming all the attention.

You sat on Harry’s right, Ruby on his left with the blue nail polish bottle in her hand as she sat on her stomach with Harry’s hand waiting for her. Perla sat on Harry’s lap while Emerald climbed and seated herself on Harry’s shoulders, scrunchie around her wrist as she played with Harry’s hair.

Harry would have been lying if he said he didn’t enjoy how everything was right there and then. His wife was painting his nails in pink, pastel yellow, and baby blue while his 3-year-old was having her go with his other hand, getting polish on his cuticles but trying nonetheless. His oldest daughter brushing his cheeks with her mom’s blush brush, while his 5-year-old was gently pulling on his hair.

“Okay, done,” Perla closed the blush before moving to choose a lipstick, ending up with your red Mac one and opening it, “Daddy, do like that.” She instructed, puckering her lips. So Harry did, looking up as he did and trying to stifle his giggles as she put on lipstick on his puckered lips, “Okay, no more.” So he set his lips back, Perla continuing on applying the vibrant red color.

You hunched a little forward, a smile making its way to your lips, “Looking beautiful, baby.”

He hummed, his chest shaking with laughter as he felt the lipstick above his upper lip before Perla pulled back and looked back in the bag to apply anything more. He looked at you as you painted the last nail in pink, keeping only his middle finger’s nail in pastel yellow while his thumb and index were in baby blue, his ring and pinky’s being in pink. “Feeling so, too.” He said as he closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, letting out a sigh of contentment for emphasis, overly dramatic, making you laugh.

It was 20 minutes later when his girls were done with their work and pushed him towards him and his wife’s bedroom, where they had a full-body length mirror.

He looked absolutely chaotic, and he loved everything about it. While his hair stuck in all directions, some lockets were collected by Emerald’s peach-colored scrunchie, one hand was nicely painted – which was painted by his wife – while the other was an absolute mess of blue but you can spot the attempt and it was nothing a nail polish remover couldn’t fix, his eyelids having some glitter on them, red lipstick nicely put except for a smudge right above his upper lip, cheeks too pink.

“What do you think?” Perla asked excitedly.

“Wow!” Harry breathed out, moving closer to the mirror, “I look glamorous!” He put his hands up in a peace sign, puckering his lips and popping up a leg as he posed, making his family laugh.

“Wait, let’s take a picture.” You grinned, raising your phone up as everyone got into a spot; Emerald had her arm thrown on Ruby’s shoulders as she smiled, Ruby sticking her tongue out, Perla choosing to sit down in front of her sisters, crossing her legs as she grinned with her eyes closed. You stood behind the hugging sisters, against Harry’s chest. Harry wrapped one arm around your shoulders from the back, the other around your waist as he smiled into the mirror, his head leaning down to press his cheek against yours. You held your phone with one hand, the other reaching up to hold on to Harry’s arm around you as you grinned before taking the picture.

“Let’s frame that.” Harry whispered to you in bliss, looking at the photo from behind you before moving to wrap both arms around your waist, “Thank you, love. For making me the happiest man alive.”

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captnjacksparrow · 3 years

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Character Commentary - Sasuke Uchiha - Part 1

PART 2

I really started this blog just to write about how I feel about characters in Naruto series. And I feel Sasuke should be the first pick since he really subverted all my expectations time to time. Since this is a lengthy series which spans more than 500 episodes, I would like to divide into many parts since a single post won’t do any justice. While this is just a commentary, I am just going make a series of posts without my shipping goggles ON and as it progresses you can see how I started to ship gradually. Let’s go.

Me : Ahhh!!!! Here we go... A typical hero who is cold and cool just like the ones you see in K Dramas, C Dramas where girls fawn over him and he simply ignores everyone. Since this came out in 2002, probably Naruto set this trend???? Anyways, not my cup of interest. I have seen 100s of characters like this and am tired, man. I’ll probably stick with Naruto who just graduated against all odds.

Since he is a No.1 Rookie, probably he is better at ninja skills than Naruto which makes up an interesting dynamics.

My reaction for Sasuke is exactly how Naruto looks below:

Me : I, too, want to know. Naruto!!! What’s so great???

By the way who is that annoying girl, fawning over this guy who clearly don’t even returns her Good Morning but pushing Naruto away like a garbage!!!! Phewww!!! A guy glaring at another guy with enmity. Why is she annoyed with that? What’s her beef anyway? It’s a guy thing, you dumbass. Oops!!! this is not a Sakura commentary..

Aaaaaand then this happens......

Me: It’s an unexpected twist, even to me who have seen Game of Thrones.

And not only that what’s more surprising was this

Me: Yo Sasuke!!!! With your looks and attitude, I was hoping that you are going to punch him to pulp. Not to give him an empty threat.

As expected, Naruto clearly doesn’t like Sasuke in his team. And Sasuke doesn’t care either way.

Me: By the way, Naruto, Why do you keep bugging Sasuke anyway? You even went as far to instigate a fight??? Anyways, Sasuke tied you up finally.

Ahh Sakura!!! Why don’t you be nicer to Naruto?? He is just asking for you to have lunch together.

Me: Ahh Jerk!!! So that was all an act to be cool and aloof while in reality you are playing Tsundere. Shit!!!! I am tired of this type of characters even more!!!

Me: Ohooooo!!!!! So That was Naruto!!! A deadlast beat a top rookie.... Hmmm Interesting!!!! But funny.

Naruto!!! Your pranking ability is way beyond what I can Imagine!!!

Me: Hmm!!! Naruto... Sasuke is just going to beat up the shit out of you and looking for you!!

Me: Sakura... You Bitch!!! Do you have any idea what you are talking? You are just badmouthing your teammate to another one regarding a sensitive topic which offends both of them. If you really want his kiss, I imagined you would be familiar enough to know that Sasuke is the sole survivor of his clan. So, clearly you don’t know anything about him but already expecting a token of love!!! Pathetic!!!. And yet if, by any chance, you do know about his tragedy and yet badmouth like that, you are even worse than garbage. Even a 8 year old me, knew not to talk about something when others don’t have it. Geez....Annoying!!!

Also Me: Woooow!!!!!! Sasuke..... You really are not a jerk or some aloof person. I like the way you gave a murderous stare and put that annoying bitch in her place. Well done!!! But wait........ Why are you standing up for Naruto??? Didn’t he just kissed you in front of your classmates and openly voiced his dislike for you being in his team and beat you up for no reason???? Maybe you know about him after all.

Me: Sasuke!!!!! You really are a good guy... Atleast I hope so for the rest of the series... You just spoke my mind...

Me: Are you really not going to beat him up???? Sasuke??? If I were you I wouldn’t have openly stood up for Naruto. Maybe a disgusting glare at Sakura for her mean comment and that’s about it. And definitely not leave Naruto off the hook for what he did. Anyways..... My opinion of you was subverted by a wide margin. Interesting!!!! Unlike those girls, who were vying for your attention, whom you were clearly annoyed with.....for you it doesn’t seems to be the same case with Naruto even though I feel like he is bugging you!!!

Thanks for the read!!!!! :-D

Disclaimer: Since this episode gave me a variety of emotions in a span of 20 minutes, It seems like an episode review. But as I progress I will include what’s only necessary instead of spamming screenshots.

#naruto analysis #sasuke #naruto #anti sakura #sasunaru #narusasu #sns

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17wishbones · 3 years

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Here is the FINAL part (3) of Chapter VII: War’s End! So glad that you made it all to the end. A rather bittersweet sort of sensation but, it was fun writing this to the very end. I so wanted a happy ending, but I still sort of followed Rengoku’s path and cried my eyes out again but it was worth it. Again, this one I know I could write better so I’m going to work on it. Thank you all for reading through this and sticking with me. This was just so fun to do!

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Chapter VII: War’s End

“Everyone ready to go?” Tanjiro asked his ‘lively’ crew.

Zenitsu was sitting with Nezuko who was comfortably set in her box. “Yep, yep! Me and Nezuko-chan are as ready as we’ll ever be.”

“Finally! I can get out and stretch my legs!” Inosuke shouted with glee as he grabbed his two blades.

“Hope you have room for one more.”

“Oh, sure, we do-- _____, is that. . . is that really you?”

“In the flesh.” You stepped through the doorway in just the uniform. Over the weeks, you garnered a leveled bob cut of your locs, an eyepatch over your left eye, and scars littering your arms and around your face. “I’ve missed you all so much.”

“COOOOOOK!!!” Inosuke bum-rushed you into a hug, sniffling loudly beneath his boar’s head. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?”

Zenitsu joined him, well, more like pushed him out of the way as he hugged you next. “____, WE WERE WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU!! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE A GONER!!”

“I’m so sorry for up and leaving just like that. There was a lot to process after the Mugen Train incident, and I didn’t want to muddle your healthy minds with my emotions. I wanted to be mentally strong for you guys.”

‘Her scent is still sad. Of course, she has a reason to be. She lost Rengoku-san, and has had to cope with that loss on her own. I know how tough that can be, but I have Nezuko with me still. She doesn’t have any kin or home to return to. Demon slaying is all she has. . . and us.’ Tanjiro’s eyes lit up. “That’s right! You have us.”

“Hmm? What was that, Tanjiro?” You asked.

“We’re a family, isn’t that right, _____?”

His words surprised you, and it made your heart jump with joy. You looked at all four of them as a part of your family. There wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for them. “You’re absolutely right. That’s why I want to come with you. Besides, as a Hashira, it is but my civic duty to protect Kyōjurō’s juniors.” Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you spoke fondly of him. “He was so ecstatic to have more apprentices under his belt. Therefore, I must follow in his footsteps and watch over you.”

“YEEEESS!! Having Cook with us will make traveling even better.”

Zenitsu frowned at him. ‘As if traveling with you has been anything pleasant.’

“Now, before we go. I want to see Senjuro. Did you relay the message to him already, Tanjiro?”

“Mhm. As soon as we got back, and when I was able to move. Do you want us to come with you? We’re heading through that direction anyway.”

“Perfect! Let’s be off then.”

You all travelled down to the Rengoku Estate, seeing Senjuro sweeping out of his home. He was caught off guard when you embraced him.

For a moment, there was silence as he held you back tightly, his eyes swelling with tears. Seeing him reminded you of all the times you spent together. The three of you were a team when you and Rengoku were training for the Final Selection. Senjuro, sweet and kind, had a quiet fire burning in him. He was going to be something amazing, just like his brother.

“Senjuro, how have you been? Are you alright?” You inspected him from his ember-tipped hair down to his sandals.

“I’m better now, after seeing you. You left in such a hurry, I was worried that you weren’t going to come back.”

“You’re stronger than I, Senjuro, and I wanted to be that for you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, _____. Are you leaving with Tanjiro and the others now?”

“Yes. I want to follow in your brother’s footsteps and protect those that I love and those that can’t protect themselves.” You knelt down, looking into his big, soft eyes. “I really wanted us to be together.” You said this, not knowing when death would knock at your doorstep. “I love you, Senjuro. I know you’ll be a great man in the future.”

“Mmm, I think I will be, too.” He hugged you one more time. “I love you, too, _____!”

You returned the favor before you both let go. You reached for your belt, pulling out a small box of goodies. “For you. Hope you like them. Take care, Senjuro.”

Your days, though filled with amazing memories, came to a close as you fell protecting the children. More than anything, you wanted them to succeed. Sacrificing yourself was the only way to win. It was a swift pain, a slow burn, and then darkness bled into your vision as your soul lifted towards the light and your warm, wavering aura vanished from your body.

You were sorry that you couldn’t stay as you walked halfway across the red bridge, spotting flame-tipped hair just over yonder. He peered over his shoulder, a proud smile spread on his handsome features as he held his hand out to you.

Over the red bridge did you both cross, fading into the distance.

( B O N U S - E N D I N G)

Summer had come and college was out! Most couldn’t wait to spend it goofing off on a beach, traveling across the States, or going right back into school a couple weeks later for summer courses. Many people had many things to look forward to, but you? You had woken up at the ass crack of dawn, taking in the morning air as you raced down the steps with your suitcase fully packed.

“Mom! Dad! Come on! We have to get the airport now! I can’t be late.” Your parents were so slow sometimes and that made you anxious. You could leave them here and catch a ride there or make it on your own but they were not having any of that.

“We’re coming, _____, we’re coming!” Your dad said with a mouthful of foaming toothpaste.

“You usually don’t wake up this early with this much energy.” Your mom added.

“It’s not everyday you get to study abroad in the land of the Rising Sun! I have a day’s worth of traveling to do so I can always sleep later.” Yeah, you didn’t get any kind of sleep last night as you’d be spending most of it in the air.

You hurried them up and sped to the busy airport to meet with the group of classmates you were leaving with. You said your goodbyes to your parents, boarded the plane, and wished for a safe trip.

As soon as service was offered, you grabbed a couple drinks, ate whatever they served in the trays, and knocked out until landing - save for the few bathroom trips -.

Your horizon suddenly expanded the moment you walked out of Japan’s airport, looking around you in amazement. You had to keep murmuring to yourself, “Do not weeb out. I repeat, do not weeb out.” You loved anime, you loved Japanese culture, and you loved their idea of cuisine. Japan felt like the place for you.

“Okay everyone, please come together,” spoke your sweet, endearing Japanese princess of a teacher, Mayamoto-sensei. “We’ll be heading two hours out by bus to Kimetsu Daigaku (Kimetsu University). Rest up and be ready for a little surprise set up by a few students who were interested in meeting you guys soon after arrival.”

You internally squealed with glee. You weren’t dressed up for the occasion but who was going to tell you that you couldn’t wear a pair of sweats on the ride there. With your short locs retwisted and your good outfits packed, you were set to go!

So set that you were the first off the bus and getting your things out. “This is going to be a great experience, I know it!”

“Nn! I agree!”

“Oh my god!” You jumped, scared by the booming voice beside you. “Oh… oh my god.” You had laid eyes on one of the most unique men you had ever had the pleasure of gazing upon. He was different, what with his flame highlighted tips, dazzling eyes, and charming smile.

“Yes. . .?” He slowly stood, his eyes never leaving yours once locked. This man, a vocal and expressive man, was left speechless. He ogled you for much longer than he’s ever done, going over your brown skin, your brown eyes, your short locs, everything! He immediately bowed before you, introducing himself. “Konnichiwa! Rengoku Kyōjurō to moushimasu! Yoroshiku onegai-shimasu!” (Formal: (Hello!) I’m called Rengoku Kyōjurō! Nice to meet you!)

Your eyes bugged out of your face. ‘Shit! Wasn’t he speaking English a minute ago? Okay, okay, what did he say?’ You looked back to see your sensei and the students watching the two of you interact. This was not how you kept yourself out of weeb trouble. Hell, you were still trying to figure out what his fine ass said so fast.

“Onamae wa, nan desu ka?” (Polite: What’s your name?)

You sighed, being able to understand that. “Watashi no namae wa… _____ _____ desu. Doozo yoroshiku.” (Casual: My name is _____. Nice to meet you.)

‘_____?’ He eyed you for a second longer before he placed his hands on his hips, smiling wide from ear to ear. “Very good, _____! I’m Rengoku Kyōjurō, and I am with a few classmates to meet you all. Welcome to Kimetsu University!”

“Woooow, his English is so good.” You thought. Aloud.

“Thank you! I have been learning since elementary! Your pronunciation is good, but your flow is slow. However, I am sure you will improve after being here for a month!”

‘Oh, thanks for putting me out there!’ You smiled nervously. This handsome, wild man was nothing like you had expected. “That’s what I’m hoping for as I’d like to work, live, and travel here in the future.”

“Is that so?” He faced you with his arms crossed over his chest. “Be my student!” Your mouth, along with the others, dropped at his proposal. You looked to your sensei for help, and she encouraged it with an approving nod and smile. “Great, then it’s settled! You’ll be fluent in Japanese in no time!” He looked off to the distance, laughing loud as you smiled in confusion.

(Modern AU Sequel coming SOON!) - - - - - - - - - Chapters: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII (Part 1) / (Part 2) / (Part 3)

#rengoku kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #rengoku x you #rengoku kyōjurō #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

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cloveroctobers · 3 years

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Our baby going to prom prompt with jordan baker please 🥺🥺

From this prompt list

so I feel like his first born would be a little girl (which he predicted but initially wanted a couple of boys first...typical I know)

he’s extremely protective over his baby girl okay it doesn’t matter how old she gets he’s still gonna be that dad

Has a loving/goofy relationship with her, something he picked up from his own dad but he’s only serious when he feels like he needs to be

Chose her middle name since he wanted her first name to be “olive” but you weren’t having it. He tried to be creative by relating it to his twin but Olivia also agreed that the name kinda sucked but to compromise with Jordan you allowed it to be her middle name

he calls her “olly” instead of her first name

He wanted to be very active in this whole process while you were more easy-going about the whole ordeal but also just as excited as your little girl once the date started approaching

“They think they’re all cool now but wait until they see you in your dress, I bet $20 bucks they’ll be bawling like a baby.” Jordan whispered to your daughter who bumped her dad’s shoulder laughing with a shake of her head

“I can hear you, you know.”

“Do you have ears on the back of your head too?”

Jordan was very vocal about your daughter’s dress choices, giving his input of what he liked and what he didn’t like

“Honey, that compliments your skin so nicely but let’s talk about that neckline and one of your thighs is peeking out...”

Sure he might not agree with certain lengths or what was being shown but if it was something you really wanted he’d cave.

Anything for his little girl

“I’m gonna go broke before she’s married.” Jordan grumbled as the assistant carefully handled the dress

You laughed with your arms wrapped around Jordan’s waist, “you haven’t seen nothing yet. Ask my dad how much he paid for my wedding attire.”

Jordan threw his head back, “oh god!”

“Thanks dad!” Your daughter giggled running up to the both of you to wrap her arms around the pair to add to the embrace

“You’re welcome, little stinker.”

You did everything else far as the glitz and glamour bonding with your daughter and getting the latest teen gossip as always + some more info on your daughters prom date

You’ve already met the kid once or twice at the school and he was a nice kid as far as you were concerned

“Yeah he better be or I’ll have to call in some reinforcements to help get rid of the body.” Jordan huffed the night before prom as you lay in bed beside each other

“I don’t know about all that with the way your back is set up...”you laughed at the appalled look Your husband sent you

“I sure haven’t heard any complaints from you.” He argued as you entangled your legs together making Jordan flinch after he peeled his glasses off to lay on his nightstand, “always cold, aren’t you?”

“warm me up then.”

Jordan smirked as he lowered himself into the bed palming your cheek, “like I said, no complaints.”

The girls were upstairs as their dates waited outside in front of the house

Most of the parents were inside chatting away as you waited for the girls...well one out of the friend group was non-binary something Jordan was still trying to figure out but was still respectful towards the friend

they all took their time but it was common for your daughter to be dramatic she was into theatre after all

you had Olivia recording on the camcorder and Spencer on his cellphone to send the videos to all the friends and family that couldn’t be here

While you were acting like paparazzi getting all the angles of your daughter and then her friends then all together

“we can always count on you to make us look the best.” Your daughter said as you got up from the floor

You fixed your daughter’s hair after her poses, “you’re always stunning without even trying, my baby.”

Your daughter blew a raspberry until she noticed tears swimming in your eyes

“I mean she looks just like me so of course it’s effortless.” Jordan tossed an arm over your shoulders earning a laugh from some parents who listened in while they attended to their own children

Your daughter rolled her eyes, “I have the most extra parents.”

“Oh nooo, What gave that idea away?” Aunt Olivia sarcastically asked

Uncle Spencer added, “was it parent one trying to do parkour to get pictures or your dad threatening your date in the shed with his hardware tools?”

Your daughter whipped around to face Jordan along with your raised brow, “Dad, you didn’t.”

“I had to set some boundaries!! even the nerdy ones aren’t what they’ve seem. I’ve seen some tik toks you know?” Jordan defended while you placed a smile on your face bringing your daughter into your arms as you hid your sniffles

Your daughter and Jordan shared a glance

“I’ll give you $20 the day after tomorrow.” Your daughter tried to mouth

Jordan turned his eyes into slits, “what?”

Your daughter slapped one hand against her head before pulling back to smooth down your hair for reassurance

“You gonna be okay?”

“Stop growing! I’ll be fine! Let’s get some pictures of all of you with your dates before we send you off to live your lives!” You sighed waving everyone outside

“It’s just prom Mrs/Mr. Baker!” One of your daughters friend’s attempted to make you feel better

While their parent replied, “yeah but to us it’s like you’re already entering adulthood.”

The kids all groaned as they tracked down the steps to meet their dates who expressed how they liked their “fits”

All the parents snapped away and wishing them all to have fun

The parents thanked you for the hospitality and the wine/beer before taking their leaves promising to chat about the kids drama later on in the week

You were in full on tears ten minutes after watching your daughter ride off in the limo with Jordan cradling your head to his chest

Olivia and Spencer were completely confused

“Is this normal?” Olivia asked getting comfortable on the couch

Jordan patted your head, “I knew it was coming.”

“Shut up, mr. I’ll get rid of the body myself if I have to.” But it came out a lot less clear to Olivia and Spencer but Jordan understood your crying fits oddly

Olivia turned to Spencer who rested his hand against her knee

“You ready for kids?”

Olivia widened her eyes as you let out another dramatic sob and blew your nose against Jordan’s shirt who bit back a laugh, secretly making fun of you, which means this must have been love ‘cause high school Jordan would have thrown a fit if his significant other was using his shirt to deal with their emotions rn

“I think I can wait another year.” Olivia answered

Spencer eyed his in-laws over his shoulder as Jordan brought you over to the center of the living room to grab the baby book but decided to put it back down, “want to play olly’s favorite game: twister?”

“Her favorite game isn’t twister that’s mine! She loves charades.”

“Oh yeah,” Jordan’s mind went elsewhere before shaking those thoughts away, “...What about Jenga?”

“What about jenga?” You mocked, “next you’ll say it’s operation.”

Olivia didn’t want to interject and say it was actually “clue” so she watched the usual banter between the two parents glancing over at Spencer awaiting his answer

“Yeaaah I’m cool on that. Waiting a year sounds good to me.” He agreed watching as you pointed a finger into Jordan’s chest who scoffed at you and crossed his arms

A/N: This was too cute/fun to write!! Thanks for requesting! we love dad Jordan! Why do I see him driving a dad car during the week like a Subaru and then bringing out the expensive cars on the weekend with his baby girl in the passenger seat screaming along to prince and new edition songs. Just imagine billy in the backseat along for the ride too. Woooow! The ideas. I love domestic fluff so much 😩💕

#jordan Baker #jordan baker #all american #all american blurb #all american cw #spelivia

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jenonctcity · 4 years

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Destroy Dick December - Donghyuck

Lee Donghyuck – Smut, Crack, Fluff

Warnings: Explicit content, sex toys, masturbation.

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: 00’s line take part in Destroy Dick December

Like No Nut November, Destroy Your Dick December is a month-long challenge related to orgasms of the penis persuasion.

On the first day of December you orgasm once, on the second you orgasm twice, on the third you orgasm three times, and so on.

Series

Day 1:

You knew that this was going to be a strange month for you. Why the hell Donghyuck wanted to take part in Destroy Dick December completely baffled you and left you worried for his health. Also, he was fairly busy with being an idol this month, so you were curious as to how he planned on getting himself off over 10 times some days. At first you thought about refusing to help him, mostly to deter him from wanting to take part in the stupid challenge. But after the drama you caused from avoiding him because he wouldn’t have sex with you last month, you decided against it. You didn’t want to piss him off or upset him like that again.

“Why are you staring at me?” Donghyuck’s voice snapped you out of your reverie. You didn’t even realise that you’d been staring at him like a crazed person as you were stuck inside of your thoughts. You blinked at him and kept blankly staring at him, just trying to freak him out for you own enjoyment now. “Babe…?” You were both laying naked in his bed, originally basking in post orgasm bliss until you’d lost yourself in your mind. “You’re freaking me out loser!” He furrowed his eyebrows and pulled a face of disgust at you, nudging you underneath his covers with his leg.

“Boo!” You giggled, he flinched and frowned at you.

“I thought for a second that I’d fucked you so good your brain had turned to mush.” His lips pouted as he spoke, leaning forward and placing a lingering kiss to your mouth. You hummed in acknowledgment against his lips, rolling him so he was laying flat on his back with you perched over him.

“You wish you could.” You teased, stroking your hand up his naked chest and to his neck, letting it settle to his warm skin, your thumb rubbing against his throat.

“Oh, you know I could.” His hands came to settle on your lower back, his lips moving slowly in time with your own. “I have plenty of time to prove myself.”

“Speaking of,” You pulled away from his lips, his subconsciously chasing after yours as you withdrew. “What are you going to do when you go to America soon? Surely you’ll have to orgasm like 10 times when you go won’t you?” You raised an eyebrow in curiosity, smirking slightly as you watched his lips open and close as he fumbled to answer.

“Shit…” He mumbled, frowning in realisation. “I’ll just have to sneak off and use my hand.”

“Well if you even make it that long in the challenge, I guess you could always ask Mark for some help.” You winked at him, earning yourself a swift smack on the ass from his disapproval.

“You’re so funny (Y/N), stop with the jokes my ribs are hurting from laughing so hard.” His face was void of emotion, and the sarcasm dripping off of his voice proved to you he wasn’t the slightest bit amused from your dig at his close friendship with Mark.

“Anyway, good luck.” You shrugged, snuggling into the blankets of his bed nonchalantly.

Day 3:

“Baby you feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His lips felt like a blessing; cool to the touch and feeling like the refreshing breeze on a hot day. The connection you felt to him feeling stronger than the force of gravity holding you to the earth. His hands had a strong grip on the cushiony skin of your waist, your body completely void of any clothes. You were sat in his lap, your ass perched on his thighs and arms wrapped tightly around his neck. His skin felt hot and slippery to the touch, droplets of sweat dripping down from his temple to his jaw from the heat you were making in a joint effort. With every rise and fall of your lithe body you felt his cock dragging against your walls, the sweet pang of pleasure rushing through you as the tip of his cock hit all the right places.

“Cum inside of me.” You reluctantly pulled away from his lips to whisper in his ear, your teeth nipping at his earlobe in encouragement. “Fill me up.” You gasped, the ecstasy of sex greeting you like an old friend as he used his strength to make you bounce quicker in his lap.

“Not yet.” He bit at your shoulder, sucking a tender mark onto your shiny skin. Every touch he laid on you felt like it was happening for the first time, the intimacy and love blossoming like a rose in the spring knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“But I’m so,” You paused your words briefly to let out a string of moans as his hands trailed up your body to your swollen breasts, his fingers and thumbs pinching your tender nipples and tugging them gently. “close though.”

“Shh, hold on for me.” You bit your bottom lip, dropping your head down onto his shoulder and gripping at the hair on his nape. You squeezed your eyes shut, slowing down your movements to will your orgasm away from the burning flames of it slowly starting to engulf your stomach. “Look at me.” His voice held an air of dominance, your head lifting almost immediately to comply to his demands. Your half-lidded eyes gazed into his sultry orbs, his eyes flicking down to your lips before he captured them between his own. His tongue probed at your lips until you granted him entrance.

“I can’t.” You felt your thighs start to shake from fatigue, your chest rising and falling as your orgasm slowly creeped back up despite your actions to delay it. He didn’t say a word as he held you down onto his dick hard, grinding his hips up into you now willing your high on instead of preventing it. Just seeing you teetering on the edge was forcing his own orgasm to tighten in his stomach, the feeling coming on like a tsunami of feelings overwhelming his system. He bit at your bottom lip, tightening his grip hard enough for it to leave marks where his fingertips touched. You mewled a moan into his mouth, the band inside of you snapping and causing you to see stars. Your thighs shook more, toes curling and head lolling backwards as you let the feeling take over your entire body causing you to nearly go limp in his hold. Donghyuck bucked his hips up fast encouraging his orgasm on. It wasn’t long after you’d slowly started to recover from the strenuous activity that he grunted, his hips stilling momentarily before he rolled them slowly, riding out his high as ropes of white cum shot from the tip of his cock into your dripping tightness. His head burrowed into the safety of your neck, his after-sex clinginess not failing to make an appearance despite how in charge he was during the deed.

“I can feel your cum dripping out of me…” You whisper with a soft giggle, wiggling your hips and sighing at the content feeling of being full of cock and cum. He gasped, oversensitivity causing him to squirm underneath you. He gripped your body to stop you from moving, a whine leaving his pouted lips making his cool breath send shivers down your spine. He gently pried you off of him, laying you in front of him with your back against the soft sheets. He spread your legs apart, trailing a teasing finger from your clit down to your hole. His seed was slowly leaking from you, about to drip down when he sued his fingers to scoop it up. With a smug look etched across his face he plunged his fingers inside of you, a squelching sound resounding through the room from how wet you were with a mixture of your juices and his.

“You look so fucking sexy with my cum dripping out of you like this baby.” He pulled his fingers out, spreading them and examining the slickness between his fingers. With a smirk he raised them to your lips, raising one of his eyebrows suggestively. You flicked your tongue out to lick at the tip of his finger before brushing your tongue over your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to except his fingers, closing your lips around his two digits and sucking them clean. “Good girl.”

Day 7:

You honestly had no idea if Donghyuck had managed to stick to his challenge. You hadn’t seen him yesterday on day 6 because of his busy schedule, and December 7th marks the day NCT 127 performs in Chicago, so you definitely wouldn’t be seeing him for the next few days. It was around mid-afternoon when you received a facetime request from Donghyuck. You weren’t doing anything besides laying on your bed and scrolling through Instagram, so you answered the call.

“Hey loser.” You smiled as you greeted him, holding your phone underneath your chin so he wasn’t getting the most flattering angle of your face.

“Hey shit face.” He smiled as he saw you, he looked so soft, tucked up in his hotel bed with the covers pulled up to his chin. “I miss you.” He pouted as he spoke, his eyes trailing over your face with a solemn look. He couldn’t help but think about how beautiful you looked even when showing him yourself in a less than pleasing angle.

“I miss you too, it feels strange not having you try to touch my vagina.” He laughed in response, biting his bottom lip as images of your heat dripping with want for him flashed through his mind.

“Heeey speaking of that, look in the bottom drawer of your bedside table.” He smirked which made your stomach flutter with anticipation. You had no idea what he had planned, or what he had hidden, but you knew that it would probably be something to do with sex. The bottom drawer of your bedside table was the drawer Donghyuck used to store all of his belongings at your place, so you never really went into the drawer unless you were putting away any clothes, you’d washed for him. You held your phone as you sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed so you could access the drawer with ease. You used one hand and opened the drawer, moving a pair of his boxers out of the way and letting out a loud laugh.

“Woooow, a vibrator.” You shook your head as you laughed, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you turned the rubber penis over in your hand.

“Do you like it?” He smirked, his tongue brushing across his bottom lip as he tried to determine your reaction over the slightly fuzzy screen.

“It’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more.” You said monotonously with a ton of sarcasm dripping from your words. The more you held the sex toy in your hand the more you let the desire to use it. It was a bright pink colour and felt surprisingly flesh like for a rubber toy. It was a good 7 inches long which you knew was more than enough to get the job done.

“Great!” You saw him shuffle around, the screen going white a few times as the duvet he had over him covered his camera. He placed his phone on its side, propped up against something with the camera facing him. You also noticed that he had his hard cock in his hand. You raised an eyebrow and let out a surprised huff, tilting your head slightly as you watched him slowly start to stroke his shaft.

“Well you kept that quiet.”

“The element of surprise baby,” He winked, stretching his legs out in front of him and letting them dangle off of the side of the bed. “now come on, make use of the present I went out of my way to get you.”

“Hang on.” You stood up quickly, leaving your phone on the bed as you rushed to the bathroom to quickly rinse the toy underneath some water then you grabbed the lube from your cabinet and generously rubbed it over the shaft of the toy. You rushed back, propping your phone up the same way Donghyuck had, ridding yourself of your shorts and panties before sitting on the bed with your legs spread for his viewing. “Tell me what to do.” You left on your t-shirt, knowing he had a thing for seeing you only in a shirt. His hand sat at the base of his cock, squeezing the hard flesh and tipping his head back in pleasure, the sight of you spreading your legs for him over a phone screen really riling him up.

“Tease yourself, pretend its my cock baby.” His voice had dropped an octave, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed in anticipation. You followed his words, holding the toy at the base where the switch was. You trailed the rubber rip over your slit, circling it around your hole multiple times before leading it back up to your awaiting clit. You gasped, biting your bottom lip harshly from how sensitive your clit was to the touch. You hadn’t expected that after not having an orgasm in the past two days you would be as desperate as you felt in that moment. “Good girl, turn it on.”

You looked down at the toy, pushing the switch from off onto on and gulping at the toy came to life. The vibrations were loud, and you were glad that your roommate had decided to stay at her boyfriend’s house. Donghyuck twisted his fist around his cock, letting go of it for a second before going back to pumping at the hard appendage lazily. “Fuck yourself for me baby girl.” You let the head of the rubber cock sink into your wet hole, it giving some resistance from lack of penetration. You twisted it as you pulled it out, pushing it back into you and wiggling it around to get it inside of you easier. Once the entirety of the toy was inside of you, you paused and let your head loll back from the ecstasy that vibrations were making you feel.

“It feels so good.” You let out a string of moans as you withdrew the toy from you, ramming it back inside of you and keeping up a steady rhythm. He pumped his cock with his hand in perfect time to how you were fucking yourself with the toy. “I wish it was you fucking me.” You pouted at that camera, your eyelids lazily dipping as it was too much energy to keep them open fully during this activity.

“That is to hot (Y/N),” He gulped, the sight of you fucking yourself with a neon pink vibrator with your legs spread wide for him. “fuck.” He sped up his hand, his head falling forward with his hair blocking his face from your view. You watched him intently, wanting to lay back on the bed for it to feel more like Donghyuck was actually fucking you, but you didn’t want to miss his impending orgasm when it was very clear to you that he was close.

“Cum for me Hyuck.” You used your most sultry voice to spur him on, your hand slipping up your t-shirt to pinch at your nipple which sent sparks flying through your body to your clit. “I’m so close, do you see what you do to me?” The sexiness in your voice made him throw his head back, a high-pitched moan escaping from his lips as his orgasm hit him, his abdomen tensing as his cock spurted white ropes of cum onto his bare skin. He squeezed at is cock, dragging his fist from the base to the tip to milk all the cum from it. He looked up from his violently red cock to stare at you on the screen of his phone. He watched in awe as you mewled out a string of profanities, images of him cumming on your hot skin flickering through your mind and causing the tight knot in your stomach to snap. Your face scrunched up and then relaxed as you came onto the noisy toy. The buzzing became too much all of a sudden and you haphazardly threw the toy onto the floor, not really thinking about the mess it made on the rug. You heard a laugh from your phone and had momentarily forget that your boyfriend was watching your every move.

“Show me how wet you are baby.” He smirked, his phone now in his hand with his damp face close up to the camera. You smiled, still trying to catch your breath as you reached forward and snatched your phone up from its place. You held the camera down to your centre between your legs. The quality of what Donghyuck could see was poor, but he could see how your juices were spread over your swollen pussy and the tops of your thighs were your legs met with your heat. “So wet for me.” His voice was back to being low with a sexy rasp to it.

“I love you…” You sniffed, tears flooding to your eyes as the reality that you couldn’t snuggle into his chest to have after sex clingy cuddles. His smirk dropped instantly, a concerned look settling on his beautiful features as he watched a pixelated tear stroll down your flushed cheek.

“Hey no don’t cry!” He pouted, a gut-wrenching feeling settling in his stomach as he watched you get upset over his absence.

“I’m sorry, I miss you and it’s only been two days.” You sighed, wiping at your eyes with your thumbs. “I want cuddles.” You let out a soft giggle, pouting your lips out cutely.

“When I get back, we can make love and cuddle how does that sound?” His voice was gentle and enticing to you, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. You nodded your head eagerly, sniffing back your emotions.

“The I guess you’ll have to fuck me a lot more because of the challenge.” You rolled your eyes and sighed, scratching at your hair awkwardly. He shook his head in disagreement.

“No, I actually quit it yesterday, the thought of masturbating on the plane wasn’t really appealing.” You snorted a laugh, standing up and taking your phone with you to your bathroom to clean yourself up.

“So…you won’t be getting Mark to jerk you off then?” You smirked at your own joke, an annoyed groan leaving his throat.

“I’m hanging up now! Love you.” He blew a kiss at the camera, not giving you a chance to reply as he cut off the call, leaving you to laugh at your own joke on your own.

Destroy Dick December: Lee Donghyuck – Fail.

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jcycold · 3 years

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The Miya twins dating twin sisters

I had this in mind for so long and idk I just thought it was cute

the two sisters stepped into the gymnasium, they both wanted to be cheerleaders so you know they just wanted to leave their application

but the only thing they were greeted with were the two brothers fighting for whatever reason

they suddenly stopped and the twins were staring at each others

"so like... this is the twins’ year ?" rintaro said, half amused half pissed off

osamu and atsumu became friends with the girls quit fast, they finally had someone to complain about their brother / sister to and who would understand their pain

since they were all in the same class, being born on the same year, they would spend a lot of time together

atsumu would spend hours talking about one of the sister to osamu ( his favorite one basically )

she was so calm and she knew exactly how to temper atsumu when he got angry at osamu. she would also take care of his injuries after a fight.

atsumu would lowkey get into fights just to have her hands gently touching him

she was just so sweet

osamu is the quiet one, he wouldn’t talk about his crush to atsumu like he did but when his brother is just rabbling about her he would just think "hum, her sister is doing better"

which isn’t true they are both so good at whatever they’re doing

when the miya twins first saw the girls in their cheerleaders outfit they just went "😳 woooow 😳"

and atsumu just screamed "PLEASE (name) GO OUT ON A DATE WITH ME"

her sister was lowkey jealous, she wanted osamu to just do the same and ask her out but the poor boy was so overwhelmed by her beauty he was just blusing and couldn’t even say anything.

the skirt just made her body even more perfect, he just wanted call her "his"

the sisters were both so happy the boys really saw them as two different persons and not just twin sisters

as they were cuddling, osamu just randomly said "you know, the fact that you think my brother is attractive pisses me off" to which she replied "and the fact that you think my sister is attractive pisses me off" he chuckled and said "nah you’re the better twin" she came up to him and gave his lips a cute little peck before nuzzling against his chest with a smile

"hey 'Tsumu have you heard about this story ?" "what are you talking about ?" "two twin sisters dating two twin brothers, so like you and me and osamu and my sister..." he simply nodded, waiting for her to keep going "they got married and they had kids BUT, they had twins ! Both couple had twins, which mean they basically had quadruplets !" atsumu just looked at her in complete horror, he really seemed to be terrified by this idea "I swear if this happens to us... oh my god I can’t bare the idea of our children being twins and just..." he stopped in the middle of his sentence, just looking for words to properly explain how he was feeling. She just smiled at him, enjoying the way he said "our children" before coming to kiss him which kinda surprised the young boy but he didn’t complained

they probably just go out on double dates pretty often, just the four of them going to the arcade, eating in a fast food before heading back to their houses

they’re pretty much always together, osamu and atsumu will never admit it but they actually enjoy spending time with their brother and his girlfriend

#haikyuu imagines #osamu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #miya twins #miya twins x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #inarizaki #inarizaki x reader #haikyuu!!#headcanons #osamu imagine #atsumu imagines

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imjusthereforbatfam · 3 years

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Never-Ending Encore, ch 7.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Chapter Summary: Very Drinks Café. That’s the name of the café. I’m literally not even joking. Anyway, would you like a slice of unresolved childhood trauma with that stalker mix-up?

Warnings: minor swearing, extremely minor mention of su*cide (like, you might even miss it), panic attack

Note: Ede is pronounced “EE-d”, like “need” or “greed”, and Edie is pronounced “EE-Dee”, like “needy” or “greedy.”

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Being a professional actor was a more tiring and time-consuming line of work than Eden had originally thought. She was so accustomed to her old community theater’s three hours of practice three times a week that she’d expected something similar when she arrived in Gotham. Landing her first “real” gig was a wake-up call. Six 8-hour days in a row taught her just how much time and energy professionals put into their craft.

In Gotham’s theater world, Monday was considered the weekend. There were no performances for audiences to view and no practices for cast members to attend, so Sundays were often filled with tired actors excited to go for drinks or eager to sleep in.

This particular Sunday, Eden was brimming with energy. So much so she actually volunteered to take someone’s place on the daily mid-afternoon caffeine run. The director, Daphne, gave Eden a half-amused smile as she put in the usual order on her phone then sent the small group on their way.

“Somebody’s chipper today,” Aaron grumbled, still sour about not being able to convince anyone to take his turn.

Eden ignored his mood. “Yep! A sort-of friend of mine might be coming over tonight and I’m excited to see him.”

Veronica glanced over her huge sunglasses with an approving smirk. “Oooo, yeah?”

Even when it wasn’t her turn on the caffeine run, Veronica, one of the show’s leads, almost always joined the group. She had a very particular drink from a very particular café in the area she adored, and she would always lead the group there before grabbing everyone else’s drinks at Stardunks. She always bought the other runners something for their trouble too, which was probably the politest thing Eden had seen in Gotham.

“Good for you, Edie,” Veronica went on. “I didn’t take you for the friends-with-benefits type.”

“Friends with—?” Her brain froze. It lumbered over itself, trying to comprehend the idea of Red Hood – big, strong, muscles-for-days Red Hood –, the infamous vigilante, being friends with benefits… With her.

Her face exploded with color.

“Ohnononono! I mean, I meant like, meaning we aren’t exactly friends yet, is what I meant! Like we’re almost friends but not exactly, like— I mean— You know— Not— Not that there’s anything wrong with being friends with benefits, of course! Of course not! Who doesn’t like a good benefit— friend— thing?”

Aaron let out a low, dry “Woooow” and Veronica made an unimpressed face, the girl not caring at all for Eden’s fumbling. Knowing this, Eden’s face grew hotter and her words came out higher and faster.

“It’s just that I, you know, I personally— I mean, the guy’s sweet-as-pie and funny-as-heck but I don’t really know him that well and, you know, it just seems like a bit of a personal thing to jump into, and I’m really not all that—”

“Oh my god, it’s fine, Eden!” Veronica finally shouted with a roll of her eyes. “You’re not in Alabama or Indiana or whatever backwater state you’re from—”

Eden nearly lost her footing, her body stumbling as her brain stumbled over the insult. Veronica, now tuned into her phone, didn’t notice.

“—I was just trying to be supportive. No need to be a spaz about it.”

Eden gaped at Veronica, still not quite believing her ears. But disbelief didn’t stop her blood from boiling.

“Excuse—”

“Anyway!” Aaron said quickly, grabbing Veronica’s attention. “Have you seen pictures of the dress they’re putting you in for the ball scenes yet?”

“Have you? Ugh, it looks atrocious. Can you believe they want me to wear that shade of yellow? Like, seriously? I’m supposed to be the most beautiful sister, not the one who looks like she’s covered in mustard!”

Eden glared at Aaron from behind Veronica’s ranting head. He caught it and threw a warning look back, shaking his head minutely. Fuming, Eden sharpened her gaze then turned away, ignoring the both of them as best she could.

Veronica was a bit spoiled. The way she spoke about the vacations across Europe and the galas she and her father attended up and down the Northeastern coastline made it impossible to miss. Even so, Eden usually thought she was nice enough.

She was incredibly friendly for a Gothamite – especially a wealthy one – but she often tossed out carelessly ignorant comments that left Eden balking. It didn’t help that no one in the cast ever really corrected her, either. Even the director, though firm, was careful when critiquing Veronica.

Eden didn’t understand why they did it, but she didn’t care for it at all. It left a burning itch under her skin in desperate need of a scratch. But every time she went to, someone else interrupted her or stole Veronica’s attention away and gave her a warning look. It was infuriating.

As they approached the fancy café, Café Très Boissons written in thin white print across the window, someone’s phone started to buzz.

“I have to take this,” Veronica announced, shoving her purse into Eden’s hands.

Eden, not paying attention, nearly dropped it. “Whoa! Wha—”

“Go in and ask for my usual drink and whatever you two want. Use the pink card, yeah?”

“Huh?”

She put the phone to her ear. “Hi, Daddy, how was your flight?” She made a shooing motion at Eden then turned to focus on her phone call. Eden gaped at her, but she didn’t notice.

Aaron, who didn’t seem offended at all, nudged Eden and headed toward the door. She looked between him, the purse, and the infuriatingly oblivious young woman who’d handed it to her, before shaking her head and following him in.

She’d been to Café Très Boissons once before, about a week ago with Veronica and another cast member when it had officially been her turn on the caffeine run. Letting the door close behind her, she found the place just as unpleasant as the last time.

Everything was too… crisp. Too light and bright and minimalist. It was like stepping out of real-life and into a far-too-expensive décor magazine. The air was stiff, too. Suffocating, even. How anybody was supposed to relax in a place like this, Eden didn’t know.

The other patrons weren’t very welcoming either. They all dressed in smart, sleek clothing and held themselves like incredibly important people, all too busy with incredibly important things to pay anyone else any mind. Those who did happen to notice Eden and Aaron – who looked distinctly “artsy” amongst the ironed slacks and sleek skirts – quickly dismissed them.

The only ones who didn’t match the rest of the crowd – in both attire and actions – was a group of young men tucked into one of the corner booths. Eden could immediately guess which of them had suggested the spot, as he was the only one who roughly fit the dress code and seemed to be enjoying himself. (The pre-teen next to him fit it perfectly, wearing the same fitted attire as everyone else, but he had a distinctly unimpressed frown fixed to his face.)

The other two with him were easily Eden’s favorite people in the place. Amongst all the prim and pomp of everyone and everything else around them, those two were wearing hoodies.

The tired-looking teen in the black Superman hoodie still sat up nicely and gave some regard to where he was, but the one in red did not give into the café’s demands of refinement in the slightest. In fact, the way he was lounging in his seat with his arms crossed and hood drawn up, he almost looked ready to take a nap. His resolve to not give a damn was nothing if not admirable.

“Hi, Veronica!” the barista chirped, startling Eden both with the name and how happy he sounded to see her in this unfriendly place. “I already started your usual but what else can I…” He blinked at her. “Oh, whoops,” his tone, though still professional, dropped. “Sorry, miss, I thought you were somebody else.”

“Uh, that’s alright. I’m actually ordering for a Veronica who comes in here every day, so…”

“Veronica Bradford?”

Eden nodded slowly, then turned to Aaron to be sure.

“Yeah, that’s her,” he confirmed. “And I’ll have the same, but with the blueberry whip and no caramel.”

The barista nodded, writing that down, then turned to Eden, who was awkwardly fishing through Veronica’s big white purse to find the girl’s wallet.

“And you, miss?” he prompted.

“Oh, uh, do you have sweet tea?”

“We have tea and sweeteners we can add? Sugar and sugar-free options.”

“No, that’s— I’m good actually, thank you.”

“Are you sure? We have plenty to choose from.”

“No, that’s alright. Thank you.”

“Just get what we’re getting,” Aaron pressed. “It’s not bad, and you’re not paying for it anyway.”

“Neither are you,” she reminded him.

He shrugged.

“They are really good, miss,” the barista added. “It’s not tea but it is a sweet latte. It’s one of my favorites to recommend.”

“Oh, alright,” she sighed a little. “I guess I’ll take one, too.”

She went back to digging through the purse. When she finally found Veronica’s wallet, she almost blanched at the luxury brand name printed clearly across the front. Carefully, she opened it and delicately handed the barista the pink credit card. Aaron took over from there and left a huge tip that almost made Eden faint.

She stared at the receipt, blindly following him to a table. The three-digit number stared back.

“You’re giving her this,” she said suddenly, shoving the thin paper at him. “I don’t want nothing to do with that.”

“Oh, calm down, Eden. Her daddy dearest is so rich she won’t even bat an eyelash.”

Eden carefully set the purse onto their table, noticed the same brand name in rose gold on its front, and gently pushed it away from her. “I feel like a thief.”

Aaron scoffed, pulling out his phone. “With that bag? You look the part.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

After a moment, she straightened and lifted herself up to see out the front window. From their high table near the corner, she could just catch the top of Veronica’s head. It moved in such a way that clearly meant she was still on the phone.

“Do I really look like her?” she asked in a small voice, sitting back down. “Like Veronica?”

Even if she wasn’t currently happy with the woman, Eden couldn’t deny she was a little flattered to have been mistaken for her. Veronica was undeniably pretty; beautiful in the way rich folks could easily afford to be. Like every inch of her was perfectly tailored to meet the highest of society’s standards.

“Hmm.” Aaron briefly glanced up from his phone. “I guess I can see it. You could easily be her double for some, like, security reason.”

Eden snorted. “Well if I was, I might just call out sick with the way she was talking to me earlier.”

“Oh, don’t let her get to you,” he said waving a hand. “That wasn’t too bad. She orders everyone around like that every once and a while.”

“That’s not what I was talking about, but that’s definitely rude, too.”

He raised a brow.

“Whatever backwater state I’m from?”

It took him a moment, then, “Oh. Yeah.” He went back to his phone. “Don’t take it personally. She’s just a spoiled little heiress.”

“She basically called me a moron from a state full of morons. How am I not supposed to take that personally? And then she just threw out different states like everyone south of New Jersey is a moron.”

Aaron shrugged, not really caring. “Veronica says things without thinking all the time. She’s nice enough most of the time, right? She’s still buying you a drink.”

“I really don’t give a damn that she’s buying me a drink,” Eden threw back. “She upset me, and she should know it and apologize. Nobody says anything when she does something wrong, and I’m sick of it. I hate how everybody walks on eggshells with her just ‘cause she’s rich.”

“Listen, Eden.” He sounded tired. “You can do whatever the hell you want but I’m trying to give you a heads-up. You’re not from around here and this is, what, your first show with Veronica?”

She nodded.

“Well, the reason nobody says anything,” he said copying her accent (and earning a glare), “isn’t because she’s rich. It’s because if you get on her bad side, you get on her dad’s bad side. And William Bradford pours a lot of money into Gotham’s theater scene. Understand?”

Eden blinked at him. There were a few old, well-to-do families that lived near her hometown who liked to have their fingers in a lot of pies – the Henriksens especially so – so she understood what he was saying perfectly. But still, she couldn’t quite believe her ears.

Pulling that kind of nonsense in theater? And in Gotham City of all places? Wasn’t there something a little more… underworld-y that Mr. Bradford could focus on?

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope,” Aaron said popping the p. “Happened to one of Veronica’s best friends— ex-best friends, Christina. They had a huge falling out and Christina couldn’t get a single call-back for over a year. She ended up moving to New York to try finding work there, and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how cut-throat their theater scene is.”

Eden frowned at the table, then looked up at him again. “Well, that’s a best friend she got in a fight with. I’m nobody to her. If I’m polite about what’s bothering me, she won’t have any reason to ask her daddy to do something like that to me.”

“That’s just it though!” he said leaning over the table, lowering his voice. “Veronica didn’t ask her dad to do it. She didn’t have a clue what was happening with Christina! Just like she doesn’t have a clue why she keeps getting a lead role in every show she auditions for!”

“It’s… not because she’s a good actress?”

Aaron gave her an annoyed, unbelieving look. “Would you have cast her as Jane?”

“Well—” Eden sat up straight. “Well, I mean… Maybe not me personally, but— I mean, she is very pretty, and Jane is canonically the prettiest girl in town, and— and she’s certainly not a bad actress, I mean…”

“No, she’s not,” he agreed. “But she’s definitely not lead-role material. Daphne’s lucky she wanted to play Jane and not Elizabeth. Can you imagine her playing Elizabeth?” Aaron made a scandalized face and obnoxiously rolled his eyes at the thought.

Eden, unable to deny how awful Veronica would likely be in the role but also unwilling to say such a thing aloud, stumbled over a response until a barista called out Veronica’s name.

Eager to take the escape, she hopped out of her chair. “I’ll get that and you guard the purse.”

Aaron just hummed and picked up his phone again.

On her way to the counter, Eden spared a glance at the nearby corner booth, the one with the boys in the hoodies. The four of them were having a lively conversation and she enjoyed the small snippets of back and forth she could catch.

The one in the red hoodie no longer looked ready to take a nap but was instead hunched over the table, his jaw resting in his hand as he made small jabs at the people around him. The younger two snapped back quickly, and the smiling, eldest-looking one laughed while still trying to keep the peace.

The way they were digging at each other reminded Eden of her own “brothers”. She couldn’t help but smile. She sighed, unintentionally loud, missing her loveable idiots.

The one in the red hoodie lifted his head toward the sound but, thanks to the hood covering half his face, Eden was able to turn away before he caught her eavesdropping.

The barista waiting with the drinks gave her a wide smile. “Hi, Veronica! We’re still making your last drink but—” She cocked her head suddenly and squinted. “Wait…”

“No, I’m not Veronica,” Eden said with an amused smile. “But I am here for her drinks.”

“Oh.” The girl laughed at herself. “Sorry about that. The last one’s just going to be another minute.”

Eden nodded, picking up the two that were ready. “Thank you.”

As she returned to her and Aaron’s table, she glanced toward the boys again. This time, the smiling eldest was grinning and whispering something towards red hoodie boy, who was looking in the opposite direction and not-so-subtly flipping him off. The teen in the Superman hoodie accidentally locked eyes with her and the both of them quickly looked away.

Eden then noticed a man in the opposite corner of the café watching her. When she looked at him, he jerked his head away and quickly took a sip from his cup. Eden slowed her walk and furrowed her brows, a tightness forming in her gut.

“Yaaasss,” Aaron called, stealing her attention as he reached for his drink. “Give me that Rich Bitch Latte.”

“Is that what you call it?”

He shrugged, taking a sip. “Mine has blueberry whip cream. If that doesn’t scream rich bitch, what does?”

Eden made a slight face. Blueberry whip cream didn't seem all that luxurious to her – it certainly wasn’t hard to make – but even if it was, she couldn't imagine it tasted good with a latte.

“That barista mixed me up for Veronica too,” she said after a moment.

Aaron snorted. “Maybe you should be her double. You’d get paid good money for it, I’m sure.”

Eden hummed. She turned her attention back to the curious man in the opposite corner.

At first glance, he fit the establishment fine. He wore a simple grey suit and a hat and was now totally engrossed with his phone. But the suit was a little too non-descript and untidy, and the hat a bit beat-up. Not to mention, slouching in his seat like he was, he didn’t match the prim, properness of most of the other patrons.

Though… maybe she was being unfair to him. After all, she’d praised the guy in the red hoodie for the same thing, hadn’t she?

She glanced to the booth of boys again. The one in the red hoodie must have been looking at her because his head moved the second hers did. Eden didn’t get a tight, sinking sensation in her stomach when he did, though. Nor had she when she locked eyes with the teenager.

She turned back to the older man, still fidgeting with his phone. What was the difference between them? Maybe it was weirder because he was older. The other guys were closer to her age and therefore… what, safer?

Eden huffed at herself. Age wasn’t an indication of danger, she knew that. The people who came to the farm looking for safety were hiding from men of all ages. (They were almost always hiding from men.) From young men full of piss and vinegar and a sense of superiority; old men with strings to pull and favors they could call in; men of any age with a brutal mean streak that came from years of privilege, or hardship…

So it wasn’t their age. And none of them were dressed “appropriately” for the cafe – though the hoodie boys even less so – so it wasn’t that either. Maybe it was how stiffly and forcibly the man had reacted when Eden noticed him staring. Though that, too, didn’t necessarily mean any—

“Veronica Bradford!” the barista called again, breaking Eden’s thoughts.

On her second trip back to the table, Eden watched the man from the corner of her eye. It seemed like he was looking at her again too, adding to her concern. He moved his hands a bit and then—

Eden stopped. She turned to stare directly at the man, who hurried to shift his torso so his phone was no longer pointing at her. She scowled. She knew exactly what he was now. But what in the world was a scout doing here of all places?

A scout – as Mama always called them – could be anybody. A private investigator or a random person off the street; it didn’t matter. Their job was simple: find their mark and get proof of where and when they were and who they were with.

But… who was this guy’s mark? It couldn’t be Eden. He was taking her picture, sure, but… The only people who might be looking for her were her parents, and neither of them would have recruited someone so… obvious.

Still, she reported it to Aaron as she sat down. “There’s a man taking pictures,” she told him gravely.

He glanced up at her, giving her a weird look. “O…kay? Everyone takes pictures here. It’s a wannabe Snapstagram influencer’s wet dream.”

“I meant,” she said frowning, “he’s taking pictures of me.”

“Huh? Who?” He looked around without a hint of subtlety.

Eden smacked her head with her hand. She could’ve kicked him. Of course, it was her own fault for thinking he would understand. Aaron wasn’t one of her “cousins” or semi-siblings. He was just some guy from Gotham who knew nothing about life on Paradise Farm.

“Would you stop!?” she hissed, trying to hide her face from the scout. “He’s behind you, in the corner booth by the windows. Grey suit, brown hat— Don’t be obvious.”

Aaron, bless him, finally caught on. He turned his head slowly from one end of the café to the other. He stared at the man a few beats too long then turned back to her.

“Are you sure? He just looks like his phone’s giving him trouble.”

Eden shook her head. “I caught him doing it, so now he’s nervous. He was just staring at me the first time I got up, but the second time he had his phone pointed at me and everything.”

He looked over his shoulder at the scout, then back again. “Maybe he’s paparazzi,” he offered. “The baristas all thought you were Veronica. Maybe he does, too.”

Eden blinked at him. She hadn’t thought of that. Despite not being anywhere near the farm, the idea the man could be anything but a scout hadn’t even crossed her mind. But it made some sense… After all, who would he even be scouting? Nobody here was in hiding.

“She has paparazzi?”

“Local heiress constantly landing lead roles who models on the side?” Aaron shrugged. “She’s not headline news or anything, but she pops up in local shit every once and a while.”

Eden frowned at her drink. She glanced over at the man again, taking a sip of her latte. “And are paparazzi people always so nervous when they get caught?”

“Do I look like I know the answer to that?”

“You’ve been around Veronica longer than I have,” she insisted. “You’d know better than I would.”

“I guess,” he huffed, rolling his eyes. He thought about it a moment. “I don’t know. She doesn’t usually notice them, but I guess some of them get a little embarrassed when other people do. But, like, it’s their job. They can’t exactly be bashful about it or they won’t get paid.”

She nodded thoughtfully and took another sip, reluctant to admit it tasted extremely good.

Her eyes slid over to the man once more. Then she stopped and glared. Loudly, she slammed her cup onto the table — startling Aaron and catching other patrons’ attention as well. Including the man, who’d been pointing his phone at her again.

He scrambled to put it away, stood, and started grabbing his things.

“I think you scared him, Veronica,” Aaron muttered sarcastically.

“Good.” She leaned back in her chair and took a celebratory drink, not taking her eyes off the man. “Paparazzi, huh?”

“Well, what else would he be?” Aaron asked, rolling his eyes again. “A stalker? The guy doesn't exactly scream danger. Anyway, he’s leaving now so it doesn’t—”

Eden jerked up in her seat. “Uh-oh.”

The real Veronica stepped through the door. Looking around, she spotted Aaron and Eden near the back corner, smiled, and started walking toward them. A flabbergasted expression crossed the man’s face when she passed him by.

“Uh-oh.”

The oblivious heiress didn’t notice him stop walking or the way he was watching her. But Eden did. And she knew that look in his eye.

“Oh, no.”

The scout had found his mark.

Eden didn’t think about it. One second she was sitting in her chair – buzzing with wild, nervous energy – the next she was grabbing Veronica’s drink and taking long strides across the café’s shining floors. She grinned playfully at the unsuspecting girl.

Veronica’s smile didn’t fall, but her brows furrowed slightly as Eden approached. “Hey, sorry about that. Daddy always calls me when he gets to a new hotel.”

“Oh, no problem, Eden!” Eden said handing Veronica her drink.

Veronica took it, went to speak, then seemed to short-circuit — suddenly blinking and staring at her in a baffled way. Eden took the moment to link their arms and move her away from the scout, who seemed stuck in place.

“Actually, my daddy does the same,” she said in the same, polished Rich-Girl-Gothamite accent she’d used before. “We’re super close. Oh, and tell me if you like the drink, yeah? It’s my favorite. I get it every day.”

Veronica glanced down at her drink, then up at Eden, totally lost.

As they approached the table, Eden did a quick sweep of their surroundings and was glad they were sitting where they were. Their table was near the side exit and all the nearby tables were empty, save the now silent booth of boys.

Though none of them were looking in her direction, Eden couldn’t help quirking a brow in theirs, wondering what had dulled their lively spirits.

“So… what’s going on exactly?” Veronica asked in a nervous pitch as they reached Aaron.

“Eden thinks she has a stalker,” he explained.

“No,” Eden corrected in her own voice. “I think Veronica has a scout— stalker— whatever thing. And they think Veronica is me.”

“They…” Veronica looked between the two of them, then laughed nervously. “Oh, Edie, that’s… I seriously doubt anyone would think you were me.”

“Two of the baristas thought I was you.”

“Brayden thought she was you,” Aaron confirmed.

Veronica’s mouth fell open. She stared at the guy behind the register in disbelief before turning it on Eden. Eden just grinned and moved her head to the side like she’d heard something funny.

There, in the corner of her eyes, she could see the man inching back to his corner booth. Watching them.

“Oh my god, Edie!” she said loud and clear in her Veronica voice, setting the real Veronica into a seat facing away from the man. “You are just too cute!”

“Wait.” Veronica leaned over, talking low. “Why are you talking like a normal person now?”

A flash of anger broke Eden’s character. “Excuse me?”

“Why are you talking like a normal person now?” she repeated, apparently unaware of her offense. “And why are you calling me Eden?”

Eden took a deep breath, trying to regain her cool. “I’m not talking like a ‘normal person’,” she explained slowly, being sure to sit up straight and hold her head in the proud, haughty way the rest of the patrons did. “I’m talking like you. And I’m calling you Eden so that scout-stalker guy leaves you alone.”

“She’s being your double,” Aaron said with a grin. Eden glared at him. “Am I wrong?”

She looked away. “No,” she grumbled.

He nodded, satisfied.

Veronica looked between the two of them, not getting it, then turned back to Eden. “Why are you doing this exactly? Are you expecting me to pay you for it?”

“What? No! I’m helping you because you're in trouble, obviously.”

The other two stared at her. Somehow that simple concept seemed foreign to them.

“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “Don’t you two act like you’ve never helped anybody out before just to be nice. I know this is Gotham but come on now. Not everybody in this city can be that heartless.”

“Oh, you sweet summer child,” Aaron cooed, resting a hand over his heart. Eden glared at him.

Veronica tried to say something, stopped, then tried again. “But… why? It’s not your problem, so…”

“So what? That guy’s trouble.” Eden tilted her head. “Do you… want some scout-stalker taking your picture? Knowing where you’ve been and when you go?”

“No, but… Are you sure he’s trouble?” she asked. “Maybe he’s just, I don’t know, some weirdo who likes taking pictures of pretty girls.”

“Could be.” Eden shrugged. “But I seriously doubt it, the way he’s been acting. It’s just sorta… obvious he’s here for you.”

“Obvious?” She made a face and started looking around the café – thankfully never over her shoulder – trying to find the trouble herself. “I don’t see anyone making it obvious.”

“You’re just not used to it.”

“And you are?”

Eden opened her mouth and shut it. She shuffled in her seat, not really sure how to explain it. Back home, she’d never had to explain it. Everybody just knew. And not just her small town. The whole county knew.

They knew Paradise Farm and its famous little bakery. They knew Mama and Eden and her mismatched group of semi-siblings (or of them, at least). They knew if you needed a place to go, Paradise Farm had its doors open, and “cousins” were always welcome.

Some who came, came for simple reasons. Wandering free spirits who enjoyed earning their stay and living more-or-less off the land, people who needed a little space after an argument, a partygoer looking for a safe place to sober up before heading home; simple things like that.

But sometimes it was more. Sometimes the reasons were complicated. Kids who’d been kicked out of their homes, kids trying to escape their homes, abused spouses who just wanted to disappear, people who couldn’t go to the law because an officer or a judge was a part of the problem; the kinds of folks who had nowhere else to go, no one left to turn to. The kind who needed help.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Aaron lowered his voice and moved closer, his eyes sparkling. “Are you, like… some kind of small-time hero? Is that why you moved to Gotham? To like, meet Batman and become a vigilante?”

Eden recoiled at the notion. “No! No, no, I’m—!” She chomped down on the words trying to fly out of her mouth, trying to control herself. “I’m not— I don’t— Don’t get me wrong, I like helping people and stuff,” she said fiddling with the table’s edge, very aware of Aaron’s eager, penetrating expression. “But I’m not like— I’m not a, a—” she couldn’t even say the word. Not when it was being tied to her.

Still, Aaron just nodded along. Looking for all the world like an unmasked hero was sitting in front of him and begging him to keep their secret. Eden’s hands started to shake. It was like talking to her father all over again.

“Really, Aaron. I’m… I’m not,” she said, trying to be firm. “I couldn’t do the things they do.”

“You could try,” he insisted, sounding just like him.

Eden went numb.

She couldn’t. She really, really couldn’t. She knew because she had tried. She’d tried, and tried, and tried so many times. But no matter how many times she tried, no matter how many times Frank had told her it was her purpose, her destiny, her responsibility, she just plain couldn’t.

When Mama found out, she was furious. Not with Eden. But with Frank. It was too much for a kid to handle, especially one like Eden, she’d said. She never wanted her daughter to endure that kind of sacrifice and pain—

Oh, the pain! Every time – every goddamn time – there was always so much pain!

Not that she had any right to complain, as Frank would remind her. She was a metahuman; her body always healed.

And it did.

It healed, and healed, and healed. Erasing every bullet, every blade, every hand that ever left its mark on her; stealing away every scar she might’ve earned, every wound she might’ve carried. It healed, and healed, and healed. So perfectly, so flawlessly, so unnaturally — and it never stopped.

Even when she died, it didn’t stop. It didn’t matter if someone killed her themselves or if she took on someone else’s death. Even if it was by her own hand, it didn’t stop. She always came back. Her body always healed. The universe always demanded an encore.

It never, ever, ever stopped.

“Are you okay, Ed— I mean, Veronica?” Veronica said obviously, garnering some of Eden’s attention. “You look a little sick.”

“She’s just freaking out ‘cause I figured out she’s not the everyday normal person she pretends to be,” Aaron said smugly.

Eden still couldn’t speak.

Veronica smacked him. “Don’t be an idiot, Aaron. You’re freaking her out because you’re insisting there’s something remarkable about her when there isn’t at all! E— Veronica is completely normal and average in every possible way.”

Eden winced at the unintended insult. Aaron made a slight face too, but, of course, Veronica didn’t notice.

“Anyway, Veronica,” she continued, turning back to her. “You’ve done this sort of thing before, yeah? What do we do now?”

Eden blinked a few times, still pulling herself out of her spiral, then glanced over at the scout. “Well… Normally I’d try to get a picture of the person, but…”

“But?” Aaron asked eagerly.

She froze again. She took a long, deep breath. “Well… since I made such a fuss catching him in the act earlier, I don’t think we’ll see him again.”

He pouted. “Really? You think a stalker’s going to give up just like that?”

“No, he—” Eden huffed and shook her head. “He’s not the real problem. He’s just some guy who’s supposed to be taking Veronica’s pictures. Maybe figuring out her routine or whatever. But he got caught twice, so whoever sent him probably won’t send him again unless they’re desperate. Or stupid, I suppose. Either way, I doubt taking his picture would really help much. Though I guess it could help us figure out who hired him in the first place, but I don’t really know who I’d send it to here—”

She stopped her rambling, noticing the open-mouthed, wide-eyed way her companions were staring at her.

“Oh— I— Uh—" She quickly took a sip of her nearly forgotten latte, trying to hide behind the cup. “Sorry,” she murmured.

Aaron shook himself, almost violently, out of his stupor. “Oh, okay, yeah, you just know all this crap and you’re not a vigilante or something?”

“I’m not,” she grumbled. “My mama taught me what to watch out for, so I do.”

“So your mom’s the vigilante?”

“My—" Eden blinked and shook her head fervently, trying to follow his logic. "What?”

Not that she’d admit it to a pair of acquaintances, but anyone who her mama – like, really knew her, not the role she played – knew Louanne Smith was more likely to be on a most-wanted list than be considered a vigilante. Though Red Hood was probably on a few wanted lists himself, now that she thought about it, and her mama certainly broke the law not turning over certain people to the sheriff, so maybe she would be considered a vigilante?

“Ugh, ignore him, Edi— Veronica,” Veronica said rolling her eyes. “Aaron has a total hard-on for Gotham’s bats. He loves the way they break the law and—"

“What is wrong with breaking the law if it means helping people?” he burst in.

“We have laws for a reason, Aaron,” Veronica insisted. “I can admit Gotham’s vigilantes help the little people here and there—” Eden bristled at her tone “—but in the grand scheme of things—”

“In the grand scheme of things, they help people. End of story.” Veronica shot him a dirty look, but he made no move to try and placate her. This, apparently, was a hill worth dying on. “End of story,” he said again.

“Oh, yeah right, like you really care. Everyone knows you’re just in love with Red Hood’s thighs.”

“I can care about what the vigilantes do for this city and still appreciate how sexy they are,” Aaron said proudly. “Red Hood’s jacked and has the thighs of a god and I’m not ashamed to admit I would tap that in an instant.”

Eden made an involuntary high-pitched sound. She stared dead at the table, trying not to think about Red Hood as her face grew piping hot and she curled in on herself.

“Besides, you’re one to talk,” Aaron continued, either ignoring or not noticing Eden’s discomfort. “You always go on and on about how hot Nightwing’s ass is!”

“Which it is, but that’s not the point! They might be hot but vigilantes are the reason we have so many crazy supervillains in this city!”

“Those hot vigilantes are the only reason we have any sort of justice in this city!”

Hiding her burning face in her hands, Eden just shook her head, trying to phase out of existence as they went back and forth on their stances of law, order, and whether or not Batman was a dilf.

Eventually, she peeked through her fingers and found the scout watching them with an uncertain look on his face. His phone was still in his hand, however, close to his chest and pointed in her direction, so they weren’t out of the woods yet.

Eden groaned and ran her fingers through her hair as she dropped her head. Then she popped back up, her expression taut, like an heiress who’d been ignored for far too long.

“Ex—cuse—me!” she said clapping her hands, forcing the bickering to finally stop. She gave them a tight smile, speaking lowly in her own voice. “Y’all can have this… discussion some other time – preferably when I’m not here – but right now, we’re in the middle of something.” She stood from her seat. “So I’m gonna need you two to stop. Now.”

The guilty party shared a look then muttered an annoyed agreeance.

“Thank you,” she said with a nod. “Now then.” She grabbed Veronica’s big white purse and confidently slung it over her shoulder. “Are we ready to go?” she asked loud and clear in her Veronica voice, gesturing to the side door. “I’m sure Daphne and the rest of the cast are waiting for us.”

“Sure thing, Veronica,” Aaron said a little louder than usual. “Lead the way.”

Eden smiled and linked arms with the real Veronica, constantly shifting to keep the girl’s face hidden from the scout as much as possible. As they exited the café, she pointed to something down the street, giving Veronica an excuse to keep her head turned.

Eden on the other hand tried to catch a glimpse of the scout from the corner of her eye. Instead, she ended up latching on to the group of boys one last time.

A few of them looked uncomfortable but all four were quiet, each seemingly lost in their own thoughts. But Eden could tell that wasn’t right. Even if they didn’t seem focused on anything in particular, she knew they were. It was almost like she could see that they were… were… She didn’t know what to call it. Ready? On? Something like that. But why? What for?

The guy in the red hoodie shifted back, leaning lazily against the booth cushions. His hood stayed in place despite his head tipping up toward the ceiling. Though unable to see his eyes, Eden had the sudden sense that he was watching her.

Should she be nervous? Had she set too much of her attention on the man on the other side of the café? Should she have been watching these boys as well? She didn’t feel like she needed to worry about them. Had she made a mistake?

She walked arm-in-arm with Veronica until they reached the end of the block and crossed the street. There, she released the girl and spun around, scanning the stream of people for the face of the scout, or perhaps even one of the boys.

She suddenly wished she had snuck a picture. Maybe back home it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but this was Gotham. And Veronica was a high-profile local. As much as Eden preferred giving people the benefit of the doubt, this wasn’t a safe situation to assume anything but the worst.

Not seeing anyone from the café, she sighed and rejoined Veronica and Aaron, who were giving her nervous looks. She smiled at them.

“All good.” She took the purse from her shoulder and handed it back to Veronica. “You might want to consider having someone else get your latte for a while. Maybe an assistant or something? And maybe some kind of security for yourself. Just to be safe.”

Veronica nodded mutely, then muttered out a small thank you before taking Eden’s arm again. She held it tightly, with a concerned look on her face, so Eden didn’t complain. Every few blocks they would stop or slow down and she would check the crowd around them for caution’s sake.

The walk to Stardunks and back to the practice hall was fairly quiet, giving Eden plenty of time to think. Mainly she wondered if she should bring up the day’s events to Red Hood. It wasn’t anything vigilante-worthy, not yet anyway, but Veronica’s status certainly made it a possibility. And Eden stepping in as her double probably counted as doing something stupid, which, even though he'd been joking, he’d asked her not to do.

In fact, when they stepped into the practice hall and Veronica started telling everyone what had happened and how Eden had “saved” her, and Aaron reiterated her “vigilante-like knowledge”, and a number of people started looking at her with a curious sort of twinkle in their eyes, the stuttering, blushing Eden was quite certain she’d done something very, very stupid indeed.

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kat-writes-about-stuff · 4 years

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Sunrise?—Bakugou x reader

Content: fluff with slight slight angst(very slight)

Things seemed so serene. You were currently sitting on your front porch in the middle of the night having woken up from a nightmare. Sitting here in the dark with only the sliver of light from linear street lamps was sort of calming. Everything was quiet. You live in a very safe neighborhood, you had lived there all your life. You are tired but going for a walk down the paved street would be nice.

Deciding to look at the stars you start walking up the hill you’ve memorized since childhood. Riding your bike down and taking walks with your mother always was nice. At the very top of the hill was a water tower that looked over your hometown. It was your favorite place to go to look at the stars, or even watch the sunset. The sunset was far gone by now, sunrise would come in a few hours. Having made it to the top of the hill you climb the fence surrounding the pale tower and find your way to the base of the ladder. The bottom quarter of the ladder was beaten up and broken in a few places. This was to prevent rebellious kids from climbing the tower but you have a few tricks up your sleeve. Your quirk is quite the interesting one, driven by emotions for the most part. You feel confident you’ll make it up with no problem. Maneuvering your way to the side you spot the promising fence as always, climbing to the top you prepare yourself to jump. Your qurik was mostly to save yourself in bad situations? It was confusing but luck was always on your side when activating it, hence your confidence to jump AND make it. Finally jumping with full force you fall a bit short but are shifted up through the air just enough to reach the first two bars. From here on out it’s a piece of cake.

Making it to the top you see a figure sitting directly in your favorite spot. The spot that has the best view of the sky over your town. You pause, on guard because you could never be sure who was a thug and who was a hero. You peek over from behind the top of the ladder and wait to see if they move. It’s too dark to see anything but their silhouette.

“The fuck are you doing?” A raspy low voice calls out to you.

Oh god. You know exactly who this is.

“Well hello to you too Bakugou.” You say in response. He just merely stares are you while you move towards him to sit down. You sit directly next to him just to spite him a bit. Leaving about an inch of space between the two of you. He just scoffs before looking away. You two have an odd relationship to say the least. You are both at the top of your class, your personalities though we’re quite different at first. You were shy and timid, only getting into U.A by a hair, on the other hand he was uhhhh loud and angry. Your first real interaction consisted was at the sports festival. You had come neck and neck with him and Todoroki in the big race/ obstacle course. You had placed in front of him by just a millisecond. He was pissed, yelling at you saying how you got in the way. He had even backed you into a corner before you knew how to stand up for yourself. From there on out you had your run-ins and such. The moment you started becoming stronger and placing at the top you gained a sense of confidence with the help of pretty much your whole class. The next time he backed you into a corner, you took Kirishima’s advice and threw him through a metaphorical loop. He had you pinned against the wall outside the school in a secluded area as he told you up and down about what you did that was so wrong that day. You simply said, “Wow, didn’t know I could get you so riled up so easily.” And pushed him by the chest with a smirk on your face. From there he was frozen and a bit of a fuming mess. You had walked away. Since then you two would pass off insults that turned into borderline flirting. At times where he was particularly anxious and you had noticed , you had attempted to offer help even when nobody else did. Other than that you had no real conversations that weren’t filled with attraction or empathy.

“I came here to be alone.” He said snapping you out of your memories.

“I’m not that much of a nuisance right? Hmm well...what brings you here so late at night?” You asked a little too innocently.

“Well for one yes and for the other... it’s none of your business.” He said roughly but seemed a bit hesitant for the last bit, as if he almost wanted to open up to you.

“Listen, I came here to relax and de-stress so why don’t we both just do that. I had a rough night so far and all I want is to look at the stars from here.” You say honestly.

“Whatever, I’m leaving. I didn’t come to play your little games.” He says gruffly as he gets up to head to the ladder. You watch slightly sad at his words and actions.

Without a second thought, you say “Bakugou wait... tell me what’s wrong. You don’t even have a witty comeback I know somethings wrong.”

Without a word he moves to fit back down. Eyes hidden behind his hair and the soft moonlight on the tips of his head. He sighs before finally raising his head to look at the stars, a almost anxious look to his face even though his brows were still furrowed.

“I’m just tired I guess. Tired of hiding something and of course you showed up out of the blue. We only have three more weeks of summer break before we go back as third years.” He pauses and takes a minute to choose his next words. “ I guess what I’m trying to get to here is that there has been someone on my mind all summer and I haven’t been able to shake the feeling that I’m too late.” He says this almost calmly, he still has that look of worry on his face though. He goes back to hiding his eyes a bit as he waits for the next thought to surface or for you to say something.

You break the silence asking, “Why is it so bad I showed up? And why do you think it’s too late..?” You are sort of clueless but you feel like the someone is you. That could be wishful thinking, you’re not exactly the most memorable person.

His face contorts into anger as your obliviousness to ask questions makes him angry but it fades quickly. He waited to see if you had anything else to say before finally speaking, “I can’t fucking deal with this shit anymore. The constant cat and mouse game leading to no end. Ever since I’ve met you you have been this thing that plagues my fucking mind. Goddamnit...” he pauses again to look at you. Your filled with surprise as you piece the puzzle together. He was confessing in his own anger-filled way. Your eyes were wide and you hadn’t formulated an answer yet.

“Tch, I fucking knew this was a bad idea. I should’ve left when I had the chance.” He lowers his head and begins to get up again as if to leave.

“Katsuki.” You say in such a soft voice he barely heard. He stopped right behind you towering over you as you turn to look at him. “I like you too you big idiot.” You say with a smile on your face.

He sits back down, the faintest smile on his lips. He doesn’t find you calling him an “idiot” amusing but he couldn’t say he was angry at all. He stays quiet before he lets out a sigh, his tensed brows softening as he looks from you to the stars.

“What do you say we watch the sunrise together?” You say still gleaming.

“Fine.” He says softly but his voice seemed a bit lighter. At this point he hesitantly pulled you a little closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you close to him. You gladly hug into his side as he settles his arm around your waist.

“This is a lot nicer than having you pin me to a wall roughy and yelling at me.” You say with a slight smirk, knowing you’d get a reaction out of him.

“Woooow so are you saying you don’t like that?” He says mockingly with a stupid grin on his face. In a flash you are pinned against the water tower, his hands on your waist ready to attack. All the while he has a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Don’t you dare.” You say as he pauses before finally tickling you at full force. You began to laugh, it’s not really a choice at this point but you grabbed his wrists attempting to pry them off but he continues to mercilessly attack your sides.

“Had enough?” He says with that stupid smirk on his face as he abruptly stops. You’re breathing hard now due to the lack of oxygen but stumble out the words, “Fine... you win.”

“I always win.” He says as he plops next to you inviting your head to rest on his shoulder. He seemed genuinely happy for once. It was a nice change. He still had that furrow in his brows as always but you could tell he was feeling much better from when you found him. You could feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier by the second, the sunrise still wasn’t for another hour. Before you know it you two fall asleep on each other.

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adarlingwrites · 3 years

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Absolution

Summary:

noun: formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment

The Capital Wasteland lauded the Lone Wanderer as a hero, a Messiah, a savior who’s willing to give her life for the Good Fight. Beyond the legends, the propaganda, and the mythification that surrounded her legacy, there is only one person who knew her bare soul. She gave him his absolution, and now he will fight for hers.

XXVII

January 13, 2278.

Goddamn, not another killer hangover.

This time, I feel like a dozen brahmin trampled my skull. Never in my centuries of existence did I ever get this wasted. How did I even get home?

Opening my crusty eyes, I see the ceiling of Percy’s home, and looking down, I see Dogmeat lying on my chest, sleeping. I’ve been stripped out of my armor, wearing a clean shirt and pajamas that doesn’t reach my shins, and I feel clean. Damn, did Percy do that? I don’t mind, but I’m not a pretty sight to look at.

Sluggish as hell, I sit up, the dog waking up and giving my face a lick. I can smell something cooking, and damn, it smells good. My stomach grumbles, and I let out an awkward cough.

“Oh hey, Charon. You’re finally awake,” Percy calls out from the kitchenette.

Back turned against me, Percy was stirring something over the stove. I shuffled towards her, and pressed my cheek against the top of her head.

“Mornin’, angel.”

She gives me a soft chuckle. “It’s already the afternoon, big guy.”

Fuck. I slept for that long? “What happened last night?”

“I saw a mountain of a ghoul stumble around drunk in Gob’s Saloon, is what happened,” she replies, a lighthearted tone to her voice.

The events of last night came crashing back to me, and I buried my face in Percy’s hair in embarrassment.

I remember sitting next to Percy in the saloon, nursing my beer as she exchanged ideas with Moira. Half of what they’re talking about sounded out of this world. I can’t make any sense out of it, but it was nice hearing Percy’s voice. It’s good hearing her happy and enthusiastic again.

Then DeLoria’s goddamn voice breaks me out of my focus.

“Yeah? Yeah? I’d like to see you try, old man,” he blurts out from the other side of the bartop. What trouble has he gotten into now? Somehow, my instincts as a bouncer kicks in, and I stand up from my seat to look at what’s going on.

“You’re all bark and no bite, kid. Bet your ass would be on the floor before you can even finish a bottle,” said Jericho, the ex-raider.

Oh, a drinking contest. I thought I had a fight to de-escalate. Grumbling, I was going back to my seat, but DeLoria grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.

“Well, I bet my buddy Charon and I can outdrink your crusty old ass.”

Boastful idiot. You just had to rope me in, huh?

“How much are you willing to bet, pretty boy?”

“Twenty-five caps,” DeLoria replies, setting it on the table. Laughing, Jericho set his money on the table too. “You’re on, asshole.”

“Hold on a minute, I don’t have caps,” I tell them. “I’m afraid I cannot participate in-”

Before I can even finish, the ex-raider flags Gob over. “Oy, Gob! We’re gonna have a drinking contest ‘ere, bring us more booze.”

Goddammit. I had considered taking a swing at DeLoria, but to my surprise, Percy saunters over with a grin.

A drinking contest huh? I’ve never done one before. Have you ever tried playing, Charon?”

“No. Usually, I’d be the one to break it up when one party’s already slumped on the bar.”

My partner gives me a conspiring grin. “Well, I’d like to try it. C’mon, big guy, let’s show these two how it’s done. We have caps to gain,” Percy replies, taking a seat next to me and tossing in fifty caps in the pile, covering my bet.

Gob set out four shot glasses in front of us, and people were starting to watch. If Percy is here, then I’ll make the most out of it. Maybe I’d end up carrying her tonight again.

Ten shots of vodka later, DeLoria washed out, stumbling off his seat and shaking his head. “Damn, I can’t do this anymore,” he blurts, running to the saloon door and shoving it open. He retches and the crowd bursts into laughter.

“Knew he'd wash out first,” Gob chuckles, refilling our glasses. Percy gently nudges me with her elbow, giggling.

“Hah! And the kid was the one to suggest the challenge too. Asshole,” Jericho mutters. “Just you, me, and the zombie, kid. Can you hold out better?”

“Call Charon a zombie again and I’ll fuck you up so bad, you’ll think getting attacked by a Deathclaw’s a back massage,” Percy slurs, eyes trained on the ex-raider. There was a hint of humor in her voice, but it was sharp; a guarantee that she’d follow through.

“Woooow. The little Vaultie’s finally all grown up, learning to curse like a true waster. First time you showed up in this town you were a pampered baby girl,” Jericho snaps back, snickering.

“And this pampered baby girl just took down the Capital Wasteland’s biggest slaver ring. Don’t try me, gramps. It’s time for the next round.”

That shut him up.

Eleven shots. Twelve. Thirteen. On the fourteenth, Percy raises both arms and shakes her head. “I’m at my limit,” she groans, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“And our amateur abolitionist is out,” Gob announces, taking Percy’s glass away. She slumps towards the bartop, turns to me, and gives me a thumbs up.

“Give ‘em hell, big guy!”

I found myself grinning at her encouragement.

We counted all the way to twenty shots. At that point, Gob was scratching the little skin he had left on his head.

“You two are gonna drink me out of business. Let’s do a tie-breaker,” he suggests. He turns to the shelf, and produces a bottle with green liquor in it. I vaguely remember serving a contract holder who drank that in Vegas and it smelled like death. He pours it in our glasses.

What the hell, is that absinthe? Isn’t he supposed to light that shit up first or something?

“Whoever can take a shot without puking their guts out later wins,” he announces, sliding us the drinks.

Jericho caught a whiff of the alcohol and his face contorts. Staring at the glass, I once again find myself questioning what went wrong in my life for me to get to this point, but I was having fun.

Three, two, one. The ex-raider and I drank the last shot at the same time, and I slammed the glass against the counter. Now the waiting game starts.

By the time it kicked in, I was seeing double, and Jericho fell out of his seat.

“We have a winner! Charon takes home a hundred caps!”

Everything around me is a colorful, rowdy mess. Nudging my shoulder, Percy grins at me and clings onto my arm. The best I could, I gathered the money and slid it towards my partner.

She gives me a questioning look. “Hey, it’s your caps big guy! Spend it on whatever you like,” Percy tells me, beaming, face flushed from the booze.

“Just… just hold on to it for now. Hell, spend it on something nice. I mean it,” I slur, resting my chin atop her head. At that point, I knew there were people whispering and gossiping about our closeness, and Percy probably knows it too, but I just didn’t give a shit anymore. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and she let out a soft grunt from the squeeze. My vision isn’t the best at that moment, but I swear I saw the red spread from her face to her neck.

“Okay. If you say so.”

The events after that were a blur. Vaguely, I remember DeLoria almost crawling back in and getting picked on by wasters before Hannibal Hamlin, pulled him into a corner and chatting with him. Moira was deep in conversation with some random waster, and Gob poured himself and Nova a drink, joining the merriment. I’m not sure if my mind had made it up, but the radio was playing some old Pre-War torch song, and I was holding Percy by the waist, shuffling drunkenly and clumsily in a dim corner.

We had a conversation. I’m still trying to remember what it was about.

“How did we get home last night?” I asked her, delicately brushing down her hair that I ruffled when I leaned into her.

“Believe it or not, Butch and I dragged you back. He’s still asleep upstairs.”

Ah. Well, fuck. What a sight that must’ve been.

Looking over her shoulder, I see some kind of brahmin rib stew in the pot. Behind me, I can hear the patter of Dogmeat’s feet. The dog must’ve caught a whiff of that, too. On the unoccupied part of the stove, there was toasted bread slathered with brahmin butter. I’d never thought I’d be grateful to still have my sense of smell and taste. Even after all that binge drinking from last night, my dry mouth started to water.

“You said that I could spend your winnings on something nice,” Percy quips, shaking me out of the memory of the night before. “So, I made us a nice lunch. Get the bowls out for me, please?”

“How could you even cook while nursing a hangover?” I muttered as I fetched the bowls.

“Good old salt, sugar, and water,” said Percy as she ladled the stew. “Get these to the table and I’ll make some more for you.”

“Thanks, angel.”

I could practically picture Percy rolling her eyes at the nickname as she reached for the green pitcher at the top of the shelf, her laughter soft.

I set the food down on the coffee table, the broken television that once occupied it gone, salvaged for parts months ago. Meanwhile, my partner goes up the stairs to wake our guest up. DeLoria drags his feet, yawning and rubbing his eyes. Then, he sets his eyes on me. His hair is a goddamn mess, unlike the pomaded hairstyle he usually wears, and I couldn’t fight the urge to snicker.

“Oh. Hey. You were a bitch to carry back,” he mumbles, taking a bowl. He carves the meat out of the rib, slaps it on the bread, and eats. Percy joins us soon after, bringing a pitcher of the hangover cure.

I took a bite out of the food and fuck, this might be too luxurious for me.

“You should open a diner after you’re done kicking ass, Perce,” Butch comments offhandedly, using the bread to wipe the sauce off the bowl.

“I’d rather run a clinic, honestly.”

The two chattered idly, and Dogmeat was having his share of food as well, unseasoned scraps of meat and a bone to gnaw on. My focus shifts back to the two when Percy nudges me.

“What do you think, Charon? Should we bring Butch with us to Lamplight?”

“No. There’s no room on the bike.”

“Aw c’mon, you’ll draw attention to yourselves on that bike, plus you’ll need someone to watch your stuff from the kids.”

“Well, we could use a pack mule,” Percy comments, and Butch flips her the bird. “Hey, you said you’d watch our stuff for us.”

“Yeah, watch the stuff, not carry it or somethin’.”

Percy and Butch bickered for the rest of the afternoon as we prepared for our journey. Coupled with my hangover, the more I hear them chatter, the more annoyed I get. But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t amusing.

DeLoria’s still an obnoxious asshole, and I’m still figuring out what I feel for Percy, but hearing Percy crack jokes and exchange jabs with her childhood friend brings me some reassurance that things will be fine.

Snow was heavier than ever. The clothes Moira gifted us came in handy as we started our trek to our destination. Aside from the odd raider and mole rats loitering about, we faced no real danger on the road, much to my relief. Aside from protecting Percy, I have to look after the dog and Butch too.

I’m not letting what happened in Anacostia repeat itself.

We travelled fairly fast, but it was too deep in the night to continue any further. Making camp in an old power substation. As I cleared the fallen furniture and the debris, Butch unfurls the bedrolls, while Percy looted the place clean, starting with the first aid box, thorough as ever. We didn’t eat dinner. The meal we had this afternoon was more than enough to keep us from going hungry tonight.

Falling asleep swiftly, DeLoria’s back is turned to the wall, snoring. Percy lies in the middle, eyes closed, but I know she’s not asleep yet. I lie facing the door, keeping watch.

Fabric shifts next to me as Percy sits up. “Hey. We never got to finish the first book I was reading you.”

“Which one?”

“White Fang. The one with the wolfdog on the cover.”

Ah. She’s right. I fell asleep at the last chapter of the book as she read to me months ago, and we never picked it back up, moving on to another one.

“I have it with me in my pack. Do you want to finish it?”

“Gladly.”

Leaning against the wall, Percy reads as I nudged her clothed thigh with my head. Voice soft so she wouldn’t wake Butch up, she continued narrating what became of the wolfdog, the main character in the story.

After being ripped away from his mother and caring human, enduring Beauty Smith’s cruelty, and learning to trust his new human companions, White Fang finally lived. He lived an idyllic, carefree life, surrounded by puppies and sleeping under the sun.

In some ways, the wolfdog reminds me of myself. But unlike him, I didn’t have any masters to serve anymore, and got a partner instead.

Now, the only thing that’s missing is the happy ending.

But that doesn’t exist in real life, doesn’t it? Not in this shitsack world. So I’ll take any comfort that I can get, and right now, having Percy beside me is exactly that.

Fine. The dog too. And maybe Butch.

My eyelids growing heavy, I drifted asleep.

This time, the dreams didn’t have pain in it. Maybe it’s because of the book, or just plain stupid wishful thinking in my part, but I dreamt of Percy and I.

I dreamt of the world before it was ravaged by radiation, the waters of the ocean reflecting the blue sky above us. We’re on a beach in California, and a child collects seashells near the shore.

Just like I did when I was a child.

Beside me, Percy plops down a basket of food, hiding under the beach umbrella while I bask in the sun.

“Son! It’s time for lunch! Charon, will you fetch him, please?”

I smiled at my wife and shook the dust off me to get our boy. He laughs and shrieks as I carry him, seashells in his arms.

Looking down at the clear waters, I see myself. Thick red hair. Clear blue eyes.

Untarnished.

If only.

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We’re Blooming Together Chapter 4: Sweet

AO3

Ships: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 3693

Warnings: None

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

Asmo pulled the covers over his head. His weekend beauty alarm hadn’t gone off yet, why was he awake? He’d just been having another wonderful dream too. It took a while for it to register, but then he heard the rustling . Asmo peeled open one of his eyes. Then he blinked once. Twice. No. He wouldn’t dare .

Mammon was crouched next to his dresser, going through Asmo’s things.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Asmo growled, tossing the blankets back. Mammon jumped and turned towards his younger brother. He painted a smile across his face and started to pat Asmo’s head.

“I just wanted to wake up my little brother, is that so bad?” he asked. Asmo swatted his hand away and glared at him. Never mind that Asmo’s hair was still messy, he didn’t need Mammon messing it up more. Plus he was already angry. He’d caught Mammon going through his things! What a great way to start his morning. Then he saw what Mammon had in his hands.

“What are you doing with that?”

“Oh? This?” Mammon held up the letter. Asmo’s letter. “You don’t see fancy little things like this around. ‘Specially when it ain’t even ‘ya birthday. And now you’re gettin all defensive-”

“Because I woke up to you going through my stuff dipshit. ”

Mammon smirked and looked closer at the letter, “So you don’t care if I read it?”

“Put it down!” Asmo screeched, lunging from the mattress to his older brother. Mammon cackled and held the letter above his head, while pushing Asmo back with his other arm. He let out a whistle, eyes quickly scanning over the page.

“ Woooow . You gotta lil’ Romeo on your hands right here!” Mammon mused. Asmo could feel his face start to heat up, especially when Mammon started to clear his throat, “Your eyes sparkle and outshine all of the stars in the sky, your lips curl up in the most perfect of arcs-”

“Quit it Mammon! Give it back!” Asmo felt like he was in middle school again. Why couldn’t Mammon just grow up? Seriously! Asmo wasn’t sure whether he was going to die of embarrassment or spend the rest of his life in jail for reenacting the story of Cain and Abel.

Mammon lowered the letter just a bit, “This fella really likes you a lot, big brother Mammon might just have to get the bat out.”

Asmo growled and lunged towards the letter, scratching Mammon in the process.

“Ow! Hey! Keep those claws away from me!”

“Give me my letter back and I won’t tear your eyes out!” He was holding back only slightly. The last thing he wanted to do was tear one of his precious letters. Each one was special, he could let harm come to a single one of them.

Asmo followed Mammon’s gaze as he looked over to the corner of the room. Asmo didn’t realize he could have become even more livid. His things were upturned, all of his letters and little gifts sprawled out on the floor. “They the person that gave you all of those as well? What? Can’t you bring ‘em home to meet your family? Or are they talkin you outta lettin us meet ‘em?”

Oh now Mammon wanted to play the part of protective big brother. First, he came in and started rooting through his room. Second, he rudely woke Asmo up. Thirdly, he started reading Asmo’s private letters. And now he wants to integrate him? No. Absolutely not. No way.

“For your information, I don’t know who they are, hence them signing off the letters with Secret ,” Asmo huffed, snatching his letter back, trying to crinkle it as little as possible. “And if you even think about telling anyone, especially if you let it slip to our dearest older brother, I swear Mammon-”

“Okay. Okay! Cool it, why would I ever tell anyone?”

Asmo narrowed his eyes.

“Alright, I wouldn’t tell anyone on purpose .”

That was reassuring. Asmo smoothed out the letter and carefully inspected it for any tears or serious crinkles before going to reorganize his gifts. Small candies, a small bunny keychain, cute things that Asmo would enjoy. Mammon watched him for a moment, shifting from side to side. Asmo was happy he didn’t try to take a step closer. He wanted a little bit of space.

“Hey,” Mammon finally said as Asmo went to rehide his things in a drawer close to his bed, “I’m sorry alright? I just want to know what’s goin on with you guys. You aren’t always open with things ya know.”

“Neither are you.”

“Touche.”

Mammon ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, “Ya don’t have to worry about me goin and telling Lucifer a’ight? Promise.”

Asmo raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, “And going through my room?”

“Can’t promise you that I won’t do that.”

Asmo sighed. Well, at least he knew he wouldn’t go telling Lucifer… Not that he would in the first place. But if he did, he could always use Mammon going through their rooms as a deflection. Although he wasn’t sure how well that would hold up, or how long it would hold Lucifer’s focus (if it even did in the first place).

“I only do it ‘cus, I wanna know what’s going on in your life.” Mammon mumbled, “And if this asshole hurts ya, I wanna know! ‘Cus no one hurts any of the Great Mammon’s little brothers!”

Asmo sighed, “Well there are better ways to figure out what I’m up to. Like asking me.” Although, the second half did earn a little snort out of him. Even if Mammon could be a complete asshole sometimes, he did still look out for them. Just like how he’d confront bullies for them as kids.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t scare them off before I get to know them.”

Honestly. Lucifer’s energy had been enough to make most of his past lovers almost behave (at least when he was around). He’d always sat them down, made sure they understood how his little brothers should be treated even if it made Asmo want to die of embarrassment. If Mammon had been in the same position, all of those partners would have left. Whether it would have been out of fear or from no longer wanting any part in Asmo’s family he would never know nor did he wish to find out.

Asmo made his way over to his dresser and plopped down. Well, he was awake now. No point in trying to go back to bed, so he might as well get ready. “If you don’t mind brother dearest, I think I’m going to get ready.”

“You goin somewhere?”

“Studying with Solomon if you must know.”

“Ahhh. Studying gotchu.”

“Solomon’s not that type of guy, now shut up and get out.”

“Love you too my dear little brother.”

Maybe he shouldn’t let Mammon go with his secret. It really did seem like a bad idea, his brother walking around with his secret. Sure he had trusted Satan with his secret, but Mammon? Well Mammon had found out on his own, unfortunately. Even if it left a bad taste in his mouth, he had other things to worry about now. He had places to be.

*******

Solomon’s apartment was nice, and he didn’t have to worry about his brothers interfering or being distracting. Not to mention, the living room was also filled with natural light, which not only made it bright but warm as well.

If any situation outside of parties showed how much Asmo struggled with the concept of personal space, it was having his work sessions with Solomon. He never had a problem when it was an assignment that had to do with his designs, but whenever it was something that strayed from his beloved focus his head was on Solomon’s shoulder and he was whining.

“Solomon,” he huffed, putting his laptop down and slumping against him, “This assignment doesn’t even make sense. How am I supposed to write a new groundbreaking paper when everything that could of been said has already been said? Solomon this class doesn’t make any sense.”

He could feel Solomon’s chuckle rumble through his chest. It was a really was a nice sound, like distant thunder. “You didn’t have to take this class with me you know. It’s part of my degree, it’s just credits for you,” he said, placing his things to the side and placing Asmo’s laptop on his lap..

“Demonology sounded really interesting, and you made it sound fun,” he pouted, “Besides, the class is interesting enough. I just hate these stupid papers.”

“I’ll read over it for you, don’t worry.” He always did.

Asmo watched over his shoulder as he made little notes in the margin. He was comfortable next to Solomon. Honestly he hoped that Secret would be okay with him doing things like this. Or that he could do things like this with Secret…. Or that Solomon was Secret.

No.

Nope.

He shouldn’t go there. Solomon was his best friend. He wasn’t going to think of him like that, even if he was cute, and smart, and funny, and attractive…

Even if the best relationships sprouted between the closest of friends….

He really needed to change the subject.

“Is it too late to drop out? I could become a stripper.”

Solomon turned to look at him, eyebrow quirked. He let out a soft hum, letting his eyes look over Asmo for just a second. Then he nodded, “You’d make a cute stripper.”

Asmo’s face turned red, “No! You’re not supposed to say that! You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to either talk about how I should stay in school or that you’d drop out too and join me!” Not compliment how cute he was . While Asmo enjoyed it, it wasn’t what Solomon was supposed to say. Maybe he was joking, but Asmo would think of it as a genuine compliment. “I already know I’d make a cute stripper,” he mumbled.

Like Solomon thought of his body like that. Even if it was true.

“Ah. You’re right. I’m sorry. You’d make a horrible stripper. Stay in school. Don’t drink. Don’t do drugs. More words of wisdom and whatnot.”

“ Solomon .”

Of course he could have pulled his face away. He could move to the opposite side of their workspace and stay there. But he didn’t. Asmo stayed curled up where he was,face partially buried in the fabric of Solomon’s shirt, his cologne flooding his senses. Solomon’s smug smirk was still plastered to his face, but his eyes were trained on Asmo’s paper. He had no right to be so smug, especially when Asmo’s entire body was heating up and he was starting to pout.

Sometimes Solomon could drive him more crazy than his brothers could ever dream of doing. But it was a different type of crazy. A type of crazy that made him want to tackle Solomon to the couch and-

“Pardon me.”

Asmo lifted his head slightly, to turn and look at Simeon. He was holding a tray of cupcakes in his hands. They were pretty. Icing swirled to near perfection in different pastels and covered in shiny white chocolate pearls. Simeon didn’t often intrude on their study sessions. Sometimes he would join for a bit, but he didn’t want to be a distraction. Well, that and he had to look after Luke.

Speaking of Luke, the kid was not too far behind Simeon, looking anywhere but at Asmo and Solomon.

“I do hope I’m not interrupting, but Luke thought you both might like a cupcake. He made them himself.”

“I had some extra,” Luke clarified, “They have a lemon cream filling.”

Simeon set the tray on the table and Solomon nodded, “Thank you Luke, I’m sure that they’ll be wonderful.” Asmo nodded in agreement. That was another perk of working at Solomon’s. There was always some sort of wonderful treat waiting. The kitchen always smelled like a bakery.

He watched as Solomon reached over him and towards the tray for one of the treats, quickly followed by Asmo’s own hand. They lightly brushed together for just a moment, but Asmo was quick to take one of the cupcakes and yank his hand back.

Simeon’s eyes were fixed to them the entire time.

“Solomon.”

“Hm?”

“I’m going to take Luke to the library. We may be out for a while. Remember to lock the door if you go out?” His eyes flickered between the two of them for a moment. Before settling on Solomon. The look he gave Solomon was unreadable to Asmo.

“Alright, have fun,” Solomon smiled, turning back to Asmo’s paper.

Simeon smiled and nodded, “We will, it was good seeing you Asmo." With that, Simeon turned, graceful as ever, and left with Luke.

Asmo’s nose crinkled, “What was that about?”

“Luke made cupcakes.”

“No no. That look Simeon gave you.”

Solomon leaned back and licked a bit of the icing from the cupcake, “Oh. I don’t know. Maybe I forgot to lock the door last time.” He wasn’t looking at Asmodeus, gaze transfixed on the wall. Weird. “Anyways, I think your paper looks fine. There’s just a few things I’d change, but I think it hit everything it needed to.”

Asmo smiled, a little more relaxed now about the assignment. He trusted Solomon’s judgement. Finally Asmo took a bit of his own cupcake. The cake was soft and moist, and Luke’s homemade icing and filling were both so fluffy and light. He couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. It was just too good. On more than one occasion he considered asking if he could move in, just so he could get little treats like this on a daily basis.

The sound of Solomon clearing his throat snapped Asmo out of his sweet-induced trance and over to his friend. Solomon had moved on and was now staring intently down at one of his textbooks. However, he didn’t miss the slight coloration in Solomon’s face.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just… Something in the book.”

“Ooh can I see?” Asmo scooted closer and tried to peak over into the pages below. However, Solomon quickly snapped the book shut and held it out of Asmodeus’ grasp.

“Nope. It’s gone now.”

“Aw come on, please Solomon? If it made you all blushy it must be good!” Asmo asked. He wasn’t about to let himself be left out from whatever spicy romance lied within the book Solomon was trying to keep from him. Solomon stood little chance against his friend, who was practically- no, not practically - who was climbing on top of him.

“Asmodeus!” Solomon’s voice cracked as he fell over, still trying to hold the book over his head as Asmodeus fell on top of him laughing. One arm wrapped around Asmo’s waist in an attempt to keep him away from the book.

“Come on Solomon!” he giggled, reaching for the book, only for it to be flung to the other side of the room and hitting the wall with a soft thud. Asmo huffed and went to stand to scurry after the book, only to be stopped by Solomon sitting up, both arms around him. “Oh you are such a child.”

“I’m the child?” Solomon snorted, “You’re the one who can’t let it go.”

“I call it persistence and knowing what I want. Now let me see!”

Asmo felt himself try to wiggle out of Solomon’s arms, only to be met with more resistance from him. “Well I don’t even remember what page it was on so you’re just gonna have to forget about it,” he huffed, throwing his body weight against Asmo and sending him to the floor and making him yelp ever so slightly.

“Owwwww, Solomon! That hurt.”

“Ah, sorry.” Solomon sat up but only slightly, he looked worried, hand moving to the side of Asmodeus’ head. “Are you okay?”

Asmo’s breath caught in his throat. The sun from the window outlined him in such a heavenly way. Each shadow on his face traced his strong jaw and cheekbones.He felt his hand stroke through his hair, feeling along his skull.

Asmo never let anyone touch his hair after he styled it.

“Any pain? Are you dizzy?”

“Ah… No…”

Well, not dizzy in the way Solomon was thinking. What could he say? What could he do? Well he could tell Solomon to get off, if he ever found his voice….

Then Solomon’s thumb swiped across his lips, and brought it up to his own mouth.

Icing.

“You could have just told me,” Asmo huffed, propping himself up on his elbows

Solomon was back on his haunches now, wrapped up in the icing, “What? Luke makes good icing.” Asmodeus rolled his eyes and shoved at Solomon’s chest.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Not insufferable enough for you to stop spending time with me,” Solomon chuckled. He got off of Asmodeus and helped him sit up, hands lingering just a little longer than necessary. Then the silence took over again.

It wasn’t the same silence as before though. This time it was a bit more awkward, filled with shifting bodies and uncertainty over what to say next. Asmo’s attention went to his phone. After all, social media made for a wonderful distraction. Flipping to the camera, Asmo decided to look over his appearance. He definitely needed to fix his hair. The lighting was amazing here.

“Wanna take a picture?”

Solomon perked up at the sudden break in the silence and looked at the two of them in the camera. “Do you wanna take a picture?” he asked, chest nudging against Asmo’s back. Asmo ignored the fluttering occurring deep within him, even if it was a nice feeling. He would be a liar if he said he didn’t lean back into his touch.

“Just pick up one of the cupcakes and hold it up,” Asmo instructed, “It’ll be cute, trust me. Plus showing off my future number one model could be a good marketing strategy.”

Asmo felt Solomon’s chin rest on his shoulder as he tried to find the right angle to take the photo at. “You know, you keep posting pictures like this and people might start thinking I’m a little more than a ‘best friend’ or ‘model’,” he said, resisting the temptation to start digging into the second cupcake.

“And who cares what they think?”

Even as Asmo said it, his stomach sunk a little. Well, maybe Solomon cared if people thought they were together. They were just friends. That was it. Maybe there was someone Solomon liked, someone he wanted to impress, and Asmo was ruining his chances by taking photos like these. Solomon had gone along with (most of) his ideas for most of the time they’d been together. Maybe he was just too nice to say no to Asmo’s little ideas. Maybe-

“Hey.” Solomon was looking at him, “Are you going to take it?” His face was a lot closer than Asmo realized.

“Oh! Yeah, yes, sorry. Just trying to find the right angle… There!”

Click.

They both stared at the photo for a moment, Asmo more than aware of how Solomon hadn’t left his position. “I like it. You were right. It’s nice.”

Solomon had the nicest, sweetest smile he’d ever seen on another person.

“Are you going to post it?”

How did he always look so relaxed ?

But before Asmo could reply, a notification popped up on his phone. Then another and another and another and-

He was used to his phone blowing up, but he hadn’t even posted the picture yet. Looking deeper into the source, he found that they were all from his brothers, mainly Mammon and Levi. Slowly Asmo clicked on the notification.

L3vi : You have a girlfriend?

Mammoney : Asmo I’m sorry

L3vi : Or boyfriend?

Mammoney : Please don’t kill me

L3vi : Why did you tell Mammon and not me? That’s not fair!

Mammoney : I didn’t mean to-

L3vi : I read a manga with a plot like this once-

Mammoney : It just kinda came out

L3vi : I know the perfect way to figure out who this is!

Mammoney : Asmo?

He wanted to scream. He put his phone down, ignoring the rest of the notifications. Yeah. He should have killed Mammon earlier. It hadn’t even been a full twenty-four hours. The only thing he could be thankful for was that he didn’t tell Lucifer… As far as he knew.

Asmo was going to kill him.

“I thought your brothers didn’t know.”

Solomon’s voice brought Asmodeus back to reality, it didn’t stop his fuming, but it did bring him back to where he was. “They didn’t,” he hissed, “Well, I mean I told Satan, but he was going to be the only one to know. Mammon certainly wasn’t supposed to know and-” Asmo’s words dissolved into a groan. His study session with Solomon had been going so well too. They’d been productive... for the most part.

He flopped onto Solomon’s shoulder and let out a whine. “Just let me move in with you please!” he whimpered, “I promise I won’t bother Simeon and Luke too much and you know I’m neat and clean. My brothers are going to drive me to an early grave, or worse, give me wrinkles .”

Solomon snorted which only made Asmodeus’ pout deepen. “Rude. This is a very serious matter.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a tad overdramatic?”

All Asmo did was cross his arms in response. Solomon sighed and looked down at Asmodeus. “Well… I can’t say that there’s space for you to move in-”

“Not even the couch? Or sharing a bed?”

Solomon held up his finger, “But, I can walk you home. If you’d like. I can be your human shield and protect you from your brothers.”

Asmo thought for a moment, arms uncrossing and fingers playing with the hem of Solomon’s sleeve. Having Solomon walk him home could be the next best thing (aside from just spending the night), and he would be able to distract himself from the dread and embarrassment that awaited him back home. Walking back home with Solomon was always nice regardless. Who didn’t like to spend more time with their best friend?

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