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slowpoke-fics · 3 years

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The Run | The Good Doctor pt 3

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: Negan x Reader slow burn

Summary: You had a bit more responsibility than you'd expected, not to say you didn't know what you were doing

Warnings: none really, cussing, ooc Negan, slow burn, it's cute, I miss some and am not perfect, read at your own risk

A/N: This is part three to the Good Doctor Part 3! Thank you for being patient and I hope to have part four up much quicker. I liked this even though it's just some logistical stuff and insight, here is part two!

Maybe he thinks he can fix me, sucks for him, I'm broken beyond repair.

When you woke up, Negan had his hand on your shoulder, you immediately grabbed the gun under your pillow, holding it under his chin. He immediately grabbed the gun and twisted it out of your hands, your eyes now fully open and awake. You didn't realize he was eye level with you, how hot it was for him to control your gun like that, how hot he was staring into your eyes, waiting for your next move. You were frozen, you're not sure he equated it with anything but sleep, but he was captivating.

He laughed, hands up, "Damn, doll, just trying to fuckin' wake you up without fuckin' scaring you, see that was fuckin' pointless," his eyebrows raised as he shook the gun by the barrel at you, "you want it back or not?" You shook your head in disbelief as you took your gun and put it down, shocked that you held a gun to someone for just trying to wake you up. "I-I'm sorry, I guess it was just-" Negan laughed, "No worries, doll, at least I know you can take care of yourself."

You smiled, throwing the blanket off of you and swinging your legs over the couch, “So,” you stood up and began folding the blanket, “what’s the plan?” He watched you fold the blanket, not trying to hide the fact that his eyes roamed your body. Taking in the battered bluejeans that hugged your body, the scratched and slightly torn tank top, your hair shining against the sun, really popping the color out. “We’re going to drive a little longer than I’d hoped but,” he huffed, “the towns supposed to have some more supplies left than we’d originally thought, we should be back by dark.” You shrugged, “Should be fun, are we ready to leave now?”

Negan leaned against the desk, you took all of him in. He was wearing his classic leather jacket over the tattered t-shirt and blue jeans that laid over his steel toe boots. He watched as you put your hair into a pony tail, shirt playing peekaboo with the skin on your torso, “Right after breakfast doll. You ready?” You nodded at him, heading to the door with him following close behind.

Once you had sat down for breakfast Negan started shoveling food down, a full plate compared to your half rations. You didn’t really have much of an appetite, worried about everything that could happen with Negan today. He didn’t seem to notice, and by the time you’d finished your small plate, he was already done eating too. He grabbed your plate so he could return it with his own. You picked up the bags and followed suit, following him out the door and to his truck.

The truck was huge. Had to have been able to fit half of Alexanndria's storage. You’d wondered how much he was planning to come back with. It started to make a little more sense when a small portion of his crew jumped into the back, probably for protection. You climbed into the truck after Negan opened the door for you, closing it once he’d known your feet were out of the way. Then proceeding to climb in his own side.

Negan started the truck, taking you in before he started rolling. Your legs crossed, fingers interlocked at the top of your thighs, thumbs picking at each other, ankle continuously moving. You watched the trucks behind you, following close, at least three others. Did all of them have people in the back? How big was this run?

You were clearly nervous and he hated that, he wanted to make you as comfortable as possible. He tried to ignore it, but after fifteen minutes of non stop thought through his head, he had to say something. "God damn doll," Negan bellowed, "you're gonna roll the damn truck if you don't stop shaking so much," Negan lightly rubbed your forearm, a foreign thing to you, "what're ya so fuckin' nervous about anyway princess?"

You shrugged, a look of uneasiness resting on your face at his nickname for you that didn't go unnoticed, "Just don't know how to act with your group, what're your run rules? Where do I not be in the way? Will I distract you and your men? I'm used to going solo, or with one or two people. There's so-" Negan had to stop your monologue, knowing you've asked these questions twenty times since yesterday. "Don't fuckin' worry about it," Negan smiled, "I made sure this was gonna be fun for you." Your eyebrows curled, needing him to explain.

Negan blushed? No way, you thought and left it alone. "What do you mean?" He shrugged, "You'll see, won't you doll?" You huffed, "Well that just makes me more nervous." Negan let out a hearty laugh, "Damn girl, pull at this old assholes strings huh?" He shook his head, "I'm your personal companion today," he giggled at your slap to his arm. "I don't need a baby sitter!" He raised he hands very quickly to show defense, "No! But, wherever you go, I do. Whatever you fuckin' say, that's law. Everyone else goes at your direction too," he paused, looking at you, "but you don't leave my fuckin' sight," his eyes bore into you, demanding confirmation. "Yeah, okay," you smiled lightly.

"So," Negan's fingers drilled the steering wheel as he hummed at you to continue, "what's in this place?" Negan shifted, "It's a little town, the rest is a surprise." He looked genuinely excited, and you wondered how this apocalypse had changed him as a man. He couldn't have always been this heartless. "Do I get any hints?" Negan hummed again, this time searching for something to give you, "You'll fuckin' like it." You shrugged, "Maybe." He glanced to your bag where you keep your notebook, a gentle reminder of his broken trust. "Oh," you cleared your throat, "hopefully." He beamed at you, "Come on lil' fuckin' firecracker," he pressed the gas a couple more times, gently swerving the car to play with you, "be more fuckin' excited! I'm fuckin' kidding!"

The rest of the way you could believe how different Negan was being. He was intently talking to you about the grid of the town, what his crew already know about, how his crew has already been briefed that you're running it, explained the teams to you and that you're header, leading the team leaders, and he's told you that he's confident you have this ability. You were shocked about him being completely different man that with other people. You were sure that you could be with the man sitting in the truck with you, and you were sure that you couldn't be with the man who murdered someone you considered to be your brother. You were torn between seeing his good and never forgiving him for killing Glenn, how could he do something so vile? You shook your head, drawing attention back to the road and off of your thoughts.

When you arrived, Negan placed his hand on your thigh, just barely touching you. "There is one rule," he smiled, "stay here." Negan was gone for no more than two minutes. He finally came to your door, opening it and revealing his many men standing behind him, "Make sure you're safe." He reached for your hand, dropping you down to the same man who stole from you in your clinic, you glared him hiding behind Negan.

Negan stepped out of the way, the man looking guilty, "Hello, Doctor Y/n," he cleared his throat, "I'm sorry for stealing from an honorable woman." He handed you a gum pack, missing a few pieces, and a small pack of skittles, "I couldn't find gum to replace what I'd stolen, so I hoped that the skittles would excuse my poor manners." You smiled hatefully at him, taking what was in his hand, "Apology accepted..." you waited for him to say his name, but Negan chimed in. "Brady," and he slapped the other man on the shoulder eliciting a smile, "and Simon." You smiled, reaching your hand out to shake Simon's hand, "I've heard." Negan smiled at you, "Good we're all fuckin' aquatinted," he roughly slapped Brady's shoulder, you didn't miss the wince he tried to hide, "these two travel with us period. So, Y/n," a bright smile, "what's the fucking plan?"

With that you noticed the other men had cleared a path for you, letting you view the town. At this point you took in the town, looking at the tiny shops and small streets. Negan wasn't kidding, it's a small town, surely the four trucks you bought could fit everything. You thought for a second, and it hit you, how much work he had put into this. You smiled to yourself, knowing that he wanted to make this go smoothly for you, hence the perfect amount of trucks, a grid, briefed men.

You walked a little behind you, looking at the different streets, looking at Negan, he smiled, giving you some confidence. "You said that you'd already separated these men by trucks? With their usual teams?" You whispered to Negan, "Yes ma'am, they're with their usual team leaders and already armored, just need you to tell them where to go n what to do."

"Okay, so here's my plan-" Negan put his hand up, gesturing to the men when you realized you should be talking to them. You cleared your throat, "Okay, so here's the plan," Negan's body was just barely pressing against you, standing behind you on your left side, his hands in his pockets, watching his men intently listen to you. How hard did he work on this for you?

"If you came in Negan's truck, you're with us on main," you motioned with your hand to have them move to the side, "Truck two-or rather-team two, you're going to our left, Combs Street, when you get to the library, we're looking for education books, if we have time and space after you've gotten everything else essential on the street, comb the library taking the fun books, that's a good part of life now." Negan nodded, liking your plan for education first, noting that the houses on the street might hold value, but acknowledging that we still need distractions like 'fun books' if circumstances allowed.

"Truck three, hit the residential area, on Langley Street," you continued when the men nodded their heads, "Truck four, hit the shops to our right on second street," everyone started moving and you shouted, "wait!" You cleared your throat once again, "Team leaders, I need you and your right hand man, everyone else stay put."

You pulled out the grid as the men surrounded you, "So you've got the left and right sides on your street, split in half, half on Side A, the left, half on side B, the right, this will increase the time we can spend in the houses and avoid stepping on each others feet. Every time you clear a house you call it in, for example, team four A, you would say 'Team Four, A1 clear, moving to A2,' or 'Team Four A Trapped, requesting Four B at A3.' I need you to do this so I can designate resources and men, keep up with the lives and walkers. No need for needless death, check in." Everyone nodded, you smiled, "Anybody have questions, comments or concerns?" The men shook their heads and you turned back towards the crowd, "Alright, everyone knows what you're doing, no-one goes anywhere alone or unarmed. Take everything useful. Do not let your guard down and watch your backs. Dismissed." At that the men dissipated, going on their own assignments.

"Was that okay?" You looked to Negan, the need for approval swimming through your eyes, Negan nodded, "I think it was great, Simon what about you?" Simon chirped up, "Oh yeah, couldn't have done it better myself, I don't make them check in that much but that's okay." You smiled at Simon, wondering how he could not worry about his men that much. You watched as Team One had already started moving toward the first building, them the first check-ins started.

"Team One, heading to A1," a pause, "Team One, heading to B1," another pause, "Team Two, heading to A1." You listened to the team list off their locations, smiling as everyone checked in. "Alright, doll," Negan leaned against the truck, "Where to first?"

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spiralhigh · 3 years

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ranking the sdr2 cast by how much their formal wear hits

this is just my opinion, but my opinions are great and i know what i’m talking about! this will be long so it’s under a cut

S TIER:

s tier is reserved for only the best of them all, the cream of the crop, the fit that i would gladly lay down my life for. s tier is the crown jewel. s tier is what everyone else should strive to be... but only one can take the prize.

#1: AKANE OWARI

the undisputed champion. this look is everything to me. EVERYTHING. the red-trim cape with the fur. the contrast of the airy, gathered blouse with those skin-tight shiny (leather? vinyl??) pants. the pumps. the belt that screams disco style. the necklace accentuating the tasteful titty window. the red white and gold color scheme are you FUCKING WITH ME miss owari this look could bring ARMIES to their KNEES in an INSTANT. whoever drew this deserves full creative control of the danganronpa franchise and i’m not kidding

A TIER:

a tier is for the fits that frankly own bones. they’re not as jaw-dropping and legendary as owari, but they’re still razor as hell and deserve to be met with riotous applause.

#2: KAZUICHI SOUDA

kazuichi, i didn’t know you had it in you, but this FUCKS. the character of the pins on the lapels, the sneakers, and the mispinned tie. the absolute CLASS of the suspenders, watch, and tiny round glasses. the handsome slick in the hair now that the greasy beanie is gone. the tasteful highwater. he looks like the host of the larry king show if the larry king show was exclusively about ska bands and he has never looked better

#3: HIYOKO SAIONJI

tell me this isn’t the cutest shit. the colors here are EXQUISITE. the bright notes from the blue on top, the way the soft pink is a perfect middle ground of the pink + white flowers on her sleeves, the subtle way the green in her bow matches the green in her collar, the white petals breaking up the sky blue that might otherwise look out of place? remarkable. stunning.

#4: PEKO PEKOYAMA

the ELEGANCE is EVERYTHING here. the monochrome is offset by just a splash of red that ties everything together with her eyes and the flower in her hair, the checkerboard pattern is visually interesting but not distracting, and her hair in that loose ponytail with the little white ribbon? ugh. ADORABLE! but most of all, look at those BOOTS. those CUTE LITTLE HEELS on those SICK LACE-UP BOOTS..... QUEEN shit!!!

#5: CHIAKI NANAMI

rounding out our a tier is chiaki in this adorable little dress just LOOK at her!!! she looks like a little rose, a perfect flouncy skirt with a glittery mesh overlay, a fun and fresh over-the-shoulder collar, a fucking big old bow tied in the back?? i can literally feel the way this dress would feel in my hands. it’s simple and perfect and frankly a GORGEOUS color on her this is flawless

B TIER:

b tier is a perfectly respectable place to be. these fits lack the lustre and flavor of the a tier entries, but they’re still dressed to impress and they still look fine as hell.

#6: TERUTERU HANAMURA

say what you will about teruteru (and i do) but this suit is ADORABLE and it fits in with his theme + talent better than any other mfer on this list. the tasteful white/brown/red palette gives it a flashy chocolate cookie look, which is amplified in the fun pattern on the jacket. the chef’s hat switching out for a little top hat and the way the cumberbund looks a lil bit like a chocolate bar is also VERY cute

#7: THE IMPOSTOR

now on its own, the suit is just alright. a vibrant pinstripe blue three-piece with the classic red tie wouldn’t land the impostor in b tier on its own... but that FUR COAT, LUXURIOUSLY DRAPED OVER THE SHOULDERS does WONDERS to pull this look together. not only is it worn with “yeah, it’s real mink, no, you can’t touch it” confidence, but it also ties the otherwise arbitrary white loafers into the structure of the look. it’s subtle and class as hell.

C TIER

c tier is full of looks that are... fine, but ultimately either are boring, lack cohesion, or have a confusing design choice or two that make it hard to get all that amped about. c tier is a passing grade, but nothing more.

#8: NAGITO KOMAEDA

there’s a lot that’s good about this outfit, but there’s also a lot that doesn’t really work. let’s start with the good: the slutty loose bowtie and collar, the tight-fitting vest that ends before the hipbones so you can see the belt, the cute little ponytail? (chefs kiss) exquisite, all of it. but the suit itself is boring as sing, and who the hell decided to put the t-shirt symbol on the sleeves??? was it to add visual flavor to an otherwise bland suit? this does NOT have the black/white/red elegance that peko had.

#9: FUYUHIKO KUZURYUU

the silver and gold mob-boss look, complete with matching shoes vest and fedora, are a nice nod to fuyuhiko’s talent! the plaid is teetering on the edge between fun and garish to me, but the fact that it’s consistent and the only pattern means it isn’t too offensive. quick question though: why are his pant legs rolled up like that?? this isn’t a cute “cuffed at the ankle” look, dude looks like he had to wade across a pond to get to the venue. what gives

#10: GUNDAM TANAKA

out of everyone here, gundam’s suit might be the most boring of all. the scarf is just his normal scarf. the red tie and trim don’t do anything to tie the look together. the only mild point of interest is the asymmetrical vest, and i can’t even tell if that’s intentional. simply put, this “““fancy”““ outfit isn’t even in the same ZIP CODE as the level of ostentatious chuuni that gundam serves us every single day in his casual wear. maybe even worse than being ugly... it’s disappointing.

#11: IBUKI MIODA

now, look. is this dress buckwild and ugly as hell? yes. but you know what else it is? it is IBUKI MIODA’S DRESS. there might not be a single cohesive thing about this dress aside from its color scheme. the huge poofy ruffles of the skirt and arm things with the spiked bow and corset are baffling. the artist somehow managed to draw the awkward, clumping shape of the skirt to make it look exactly like an emergency cosplay sewn four hours before a convention. frankly, i can’t justify ranking it as a c! but i’m doing it anyway, because the sheer level of craftsmanship demands it, and in this house we respect diy queens that are totally off the shits.

D TIER:

d tier is for outfits that aren’t offensive, exactly... but like, they sure don’t look good! d tier is not a respectable place to be. those in d tier won’t be laughed out of the ceremony in shame, but they should really run their outfit by someone else first next time.

#12: NEKOMARU NIDAI

now don’t get me wrong: i have nothing but respect for the titties-out look. keeping the shirt unbuttoned all the way down to where the lapels of the jacket end? that’s sexy as hell. however, this flawless idea has a confusing execution. why emerald green and orange? what’s with the... long-sleeved printed (hawaiian?) shirt? why the red pocket square? and the jacket itself, while fitted perfectly along the chest and midsection, has a weird, unflattering scallop shape flaring out at the bottom. i want to like this fit, but there are just too many bad choices.

#13: HAJIME HINATA

oh, hajime... literally nothing about this ensemble is it. the creamy manila suit might have had potential if there were literally any color variation in the vest (or potentially shoes) to give it a little more shape, or even if you just went with a white shirt underneath it! i could get behind a light, off-monochrome look! but that leprechaun-green shirt is downright perplexing to me. it looks like a mistake! did you get dressed in the dark? did you spill something on your other shirt? this is a mess.

F TIER:

f tier is inexcusable. f tier should never have happened. how does it get this bad. who did this? who’s responsible for this?

#14: SONIA NEVERMIND

y’know, the colors are pretty! i dig the white and teal! but... girl... what the fuck is this construction. the ruffles are all over the place. the bodice looks like it has less fabric than space it needs to cover. the bottom half of the skirt looks like it was sewn on as an afterthought because the top half was too short for dress code. what’s with the weird choker collar detached from everything else. why is the hairband a slightly different shade of green. so many decisions were made here and none of them are flattering

#15: MAHIRU KOIZUMI

yknow, i like the idea behind this. i can see what you were going for! the dress on its own might have worked, even! but everything else about it is just... so ugly. what the fuck is happening with those shoes??? the sheer black tights aren’t the sexy OL look you think they are. the collar of the dress looks like it’s... braided for some reason??? those earrings are so huge for no payoff, statement jewelry with nothing to say, and worst of all... that headband. GIRL. that headband and that belt...... there’s nothing here. also i love orange but it’s not her color.

and finally... the worst.

#16: MIKAN TSUMIKI

what the fuck. what the fuck is this. this is straight up cheap rubber fetish gear. why is the HAT rubber? that skirt ruffle makes this look like fucking polly pocket clothes. why the fuck is she wearing that. the clothes are so bad that it makes her hair look like rubber too. was she dared to wear this? is this some cruel punishment? i don’t even know what to say. this is the worst possible outfit. there is not even one redeeming quality about it.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #new tab

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imagine-that-100 · 4 years

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Holiday | Part 15 |

Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | You’ve been friends with Alex Turner and the other boys from Arctic Monkeys since you were 13. You never for a second thought that Alex would release a song about you though. From late night phone calls and almost constant texting and teasing, you’ve managed to stay close with him over the years. When a pact is established and a holiday is arranged, life seems to be treating you very well. But a month in LA will either make or break you.

Word Count: 9.1K

Warnings: Lots of fluff and a lil smut

A/N: So I think Holiday is nearing an end. I know, criessss. I would say theres about 3 parts left after this one. And I think it will be pretty poetic because the final part will come out on my birthday. Hope you all enjoy this part. Sorry it is not proofread so ignore the mistakes haha. Taglists are always open. Thank you for reading x

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“Alex, are those camera guys for you?” You ask a little nervously seeing the amount of men with cameras stood outside the entrance to the airport.

You saw Alex look out of the taxis window and you practically saw him deflate.

“Ah shit. No love, they’ll be for us” Alex sighs with a roll of his eyes before looking back towards you.

You can tell that he’s annoyed that they are there. You felt bad for him too, he couldn’t even get on a plane home for Christmas without people wanting to get pictures of it.

“What do we do?” You ask a little anxiously.

This was the first time you’d be properly pestered by cameras whilst doing something normal. You’d seen enough celebrity gossip videos to know how this was going to play out though so at least you knew the basics.

You hoped anyway.

From your understanding, they follow you inside up until the point that security won’t let them in any further.

Alex seemed to sense your nerves though which made him feel a little bad that you had to go through this stuff because of him. After the taxi stopped and he paid, he grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze as he told you, “Just do everything normal. Don’t worry, I’m not gunna let them near you”

“There’s a lot of them Al” You said glancing back out of the window again.

“Don’t worry” Alex said before placing a kiss on your hand. He sent you a look that asked if you were ready and you nodded with a smile before Alex pulled open the taxi door.

Alex stepped out first and you could already hear them shouting Alex’s name. You followed him outside after thanking the driver and quickly became thankful that you didn’t dress like a complete slob to come home.

You’d actually done your makeup and you were wearing blue ripped jeans with a white Catfish and the Bottlemen top tucked into it and white Vans on to match. The top you had on was their official The Balcony merch that you bought when you saw them on tour the previous year.

The show was so good you just had to get merch to remember it by. The top had a black trim around the neck and the band's name just over your left breast and the album artwork, with the people with their hands down the other's pants, over your right. It also had the number 26 on the back.

You headed round to the boot of the taxi to get your relatively small suitcase off Alex and thanked him for it when he rolled it towards you.

“Do you want me to grab yours so you can get your guitar?” You asked him over the shouts of his name from the herd of men after a picture of him.

He wanted to take one back home and you had no doubt that it was because he’d get bored at his mum and dads around the holidays and he’d want something to do. More than likely because he thought your guitar was shit too because it was on the cheap side.

“Thank you but I’ve got it. Not my first rodeo” Alex grins at you as he puts his guitar case on top of his suitcase whilst he closes the boot.

You smile at him and shake your head slightly, “Just trying to be nice my love”

“And I gratefully appreciate that darling” He grinned back at you whilst he grabbed his guitar case and you both started headed towards the door.

You could hear them shouting the both of you now and the flashes were blinding. You almost wanted to take Alex’s sunglasses off his shirt and put them on. But you didn’t because that would look rude and Alex would probably get backlash from it.

Something that he couldn’t get backlash from though was how he was dressed. Because damn he looked good.

He was wearing his black boots, with his black jeans and a white shirt that was basically half open with his sunglasses dangling from the middle of it. He also wore that black leather biker jacket that you loved and the fact that his hair was jelled back to a crisp make it look like he was still in his AM phase.

Which you were quite liking, but his hair now without all the gel definitely made him look Prince Charming esk so you liked it either way.

You both walked closer to the building and the flashes became more frequent and the shouting got louder. But then you also heard one of them ask how you were, so you ended up just giving a little smile towards that guy.

No matter how hard you could have tried, you couldn’t be rude to someone.

You were surprised when their shouts didn’t follow you inside or at the very least, they quietened down when you both went over to the people behind the desks to check in and give your luggage to. You ended up with just your small black off the shoulder bag to put yours and Alex’s passports in it once you’d gone through everything.

Thankfully there were no complications whilst you checked in to the lovely lady who sorted your luggage out and you were both told to head upstairs to make your way to security. Once you and Alex thanked her you put both of your passports in your bag before heading off.

You both turned towards where you needed to go and when you looked up from your bag you saw that all the men with cameras were waiting for the both of you near the bottom of the escalator. You felt Alex’s hand find your side so he could hold you close to him but also provide you some comfort if you needed it.

“Hey Alex. Hey Y/N” You both received as you walked towards them.

You smiled at them before Alex hurried the both of you onto the escalator. You felt Alex’s relax his grip on you a little bit and his hand just fell to the small of your back whilst he leaned on the side of the moving rails as you both ascended.

And then the questions started.

“Alex have you guys seen the new Star Wars yet?” One guy asks him.

Alex waits a second like he had to think about it before he replied, “No, not yet”

You knew he was just being an arsehole though and making them wait for a reply. You’d spoke about going seeing it a few days ago and Alex was all for talking through it then.

Alex’s hold on you becomes steadier around your waist and you enjoy the comfort it brings you. He’s warm and he makes you feel safe.

Well as safe as you can feel with 10 cameras pointing at you.

“So, you’re both going to see it?” They press on.

“When we get back home” Alex says and then looks back to you and you smile at him.

“Y/N” Your attention then gets grabbed by the nice enough looking guy who’s asking questions, “What band do you prefer, Arctic Monkeys or The Last Shadow Puppets?”

“That’s a mean one” You say with a little laugh.

“Come on pick one for us” The guy grins at you and eggs you on to spill your secrets.

You shake your head with a smile and say, “I’m sorry I like it all. It’s all too good”

“Alex what dates your anniversary with Y/N?” A different guy then asked Alex and you knew straight away he wouldn’t answer that one.

Alex was private and that was very much overstepping his boundaries. It would be overstepping yours too, but you would make damn well sure that you put a post on about it when it came around if Alex would let you.

“Where’d you go on your first date?” The guy changed his mind to.

You didn’t know if he was going to answer that one either, but you’d started to feel awkward, so you just answered. It wasn’t that much of a big deal anyway, you just wouldn’t give specifics.

“Cinema” You told them.

“Oh nice, what did you see?” He then asked you.

Maybe you should have gone for something they couldn’t have been specific about? Or were you just overthinking this?

“I can’t actually remember what it was called but it was really good” You pretended to play dumb.

“What have you got Y/N for Christmas Alex?”

“Maybe you should ask her that one on the way back” Alex said back with a hint of humour in his voice. You looked to him and shared a smile.

 As if he was going to say literally 5 days before the actual day.

“What do you want for Christmas Y/N?” Someone else then asked.

You just smiled and said, “Just the Christmas Dinner will be fine for me”

Thankfully then at that point you both had to step off the escalator and head down towards security. You hear Alex let out a little chuckle at what you just said, and you look around at him and smile.

He smiles back and you can tell that he’s silently asking you if you’re alright. You felt a lot easier than you did before, so you discretely nodded at him and he let his hand drop from your waist.

He knew you’d be fine. He had every faith in you.

And he was shocked by how surprisingly well you were handling their questions.

That didn’t mean they had no more to ask though. And you knew the next ones were going to be hurled at Alex because you knew they weren’t allowed past airport security.

The nice original guy quickly asked, “Alex, can I ask you a silly question about Arctic Monkeys?”

When you heard them ask him that, you couldn’t help but smile.

You could already tell this was going to be priceless. And it truly was.

“Have you ever seen a monkey that’s in a subtropical paradise?” Was the question that was asked.

You couldn’t help the grin that spread on your face with that question. It was hilarious and you really wanted to laugh.

You heard Alex sigh and it was one of those times where you just knew he wanted to laugh, but also look like the cool guy at the same time.

He stayed quiet for a moment and you looked to him a grin on your face as you watched him pinch the bridge of his nose before he looked to the guys that were recording you both.

Alex hand secured itself around your waist again, as he answered “I’ve never actually seen a monkey... anywhere”

At that point you let out a giggle. You couldn’t help it.

It was too funny.

You could not believe he’d just said he’d never seen a monkey.

“What you laughing at? It’s true” Alex asked you a little more quietly than he usually would. A smile plastered on his face.

“That was really funny” You giggled to Alex and he smiled at how amused you were.

You really were adorably bizarre to him. You’d been scared of the cameras not 10 minutes ago but now you were chatting to them like you were old friends.

“Y/N, are you going to make him see a monkey now?” One of them said whilst flashes started going off again.

“Oh yeah” You nod, smiling from the guy to Alex. “Chester Zoo when we get back Al”

Alex rolls his eyes at you and you giggle again.

You then both turn to go through security check when you heard them starting to say goodbye to you as last-minute pictures blinded you again momentarily.

“Thank you guys” The American accent rang out and you smiled brightly at that nice guy as you walked towards the metal detectors.

You and Alex pass through quite quickly despite you idiot boyfriend almost forgetting to take his sunglasses off his shirt when you had to go through metal detectors.

 When you both passed through that and make your way into duty free, you can’t help but stop and have a giggle at him.

“You’re fucking hilarious” You say turning back to him as you browse the shelves of alcohol that lined the duty-free area.

“What the glasses?” Alex asks you with a smile.

You shake your head and giggle as you remind him, “You’ve never seen a monkey anywhere”

“I’m not being funny, I swear, I haven’t” He tells you seriously and you have none of it.

“You’re a liar, every kid went to a zoo in their childhood or with primary school” You chuckle again as you look towards him.

You half wished you went to his and Matt’s primary school just so you knew.

“I was ill with chicken pocks when primary school went. Helders, the little fucker, went without me and came back proceeding to tell me what a fabulous time he had” Alex tells you, abandoning the whisky he was looking at to walk towards you.

He took the sunglasses from off his shirt and held them in his hand so he could pull you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist whilst his went around your

“I’m not having that you’ve never been to a zoo” You say looking into his eyes.

“I swear I haven’t” Alex says as he grins down at your adorable face.

You shake your head and grin, “Don’t believe you”

“You could text my Mum right now and ask her” Alex tells you with a serious look on his features

“After we decide what alcohol were having for Christmas, I will be doing. Don’t worry” You say before you kiss him quickly and detach yourself from him.

Alex and you end up chuckling at that a lot. You both ended up going for a nice Raspberry gin that Alex didn’t mind having with you on both Christmas Day and Boxing Day. The plan was that you were going to stay at your Mum’s on Christmas morning and have breakfast but end up at Alex’s parents for Christmas Dinner.

You were both so happy with this plan as you actually were planning to stay in Alex’s childhood bedroom on Christmas day night which you couldn’t lie you were pretty excited for. Alex had a loft conversion to himself as his bedroom when he was younger which he was thankful for because he valued his space.

So, you were staying his on Christmas Day night and on Boxing Day your mum and dad where coming over to Alex’s parents so there was a full family dinner going ahead. Since you’d got together apparently your Mum’s bumped into each other at the supermarket and got chatting about having a catch up together.

Something which they had been doing in the months that you’d been in LA. It made you and Alex laugh that one of you would go to call your parents and the odd time you could say hello to both sets.

You were excited for it, but you were also nervous. But you were sure everything would go great.

And at this point it didn’t even matter, as long as you both had a good time you don’t think anything could ruin it.

You cast those thoughts aside for a while though as you were still making your way through duty free. You’d both just sat down after getting yourselves a Starbucks and you fell into conversation again.

“I’m very impressed with you by the way” Alex tells you as he watches you take a sip of your mocha.

“Shouldn’t you always be impressed by me?” You ask him with a little chuckle.

Alex rolled his eye, playfully pocking you, before he said, “Alright then, I’m even more impressed by you”

“Why?” You ask, beyond confused.

“How was that the first time you did that?” Alex asks then proceeds to take a sip of his latte.

“Did what?” You ask with furrowed eyebrows. “I’ve ordered a coffee and bought alcohol before Al” You add jokingly even though you knew he didn’t mean that.

“Shut up smartarse. No, I meant the guys with the cameras, it’s like you’ve been doing that for years” Alex told you.

He knew you’d had photographs taken of you before when you were with him as things had ended up in articles. However, he knew you hadn’t dealt with it like that before.

“I was just answering their questions” You shrug.

You just thought you were being polite, whilst also not really revealing much.

“Yeah, but you were doing it how they tell us too without any prompting” Alex tells you.

“Well first, I didn’t know they told you to answer questions in a way, I just thought that it’d be best to keep it vague…” You explain.

You continue before you take another sip of you hot drink that smells amazing, saying, “I don’t want anything to come back on you so I just wanted to be nice but at the same time not chuck you under a bus”

“You are actually amazing; You didn’t even tell them the name of the film and that's one of the big ones to avoid” Alex tells you softly with a smile.

You couldn’t believe how impressed he was about this. Maybe your overthinking for once actually did pay off.

“Well I was lying anyway because that wasn’t even our first date” You tell him as you observe the way the lady at the till had written your name on your cup.

“Ermmm” Alex hummed and looked at you with raised eyebrows as if he was telling you to reconsider.

Your eyes go wide when you realise, “Oh shit, it was wasn’t it”

“Yeah” Alex nods at you.

“Shit, well, I’ve just been confusing it in my head thinking that our first one was when we went to our restaurant” You scorn yourself and get it correct in your brain.

Alex chuckles a little at that but then shrugs, “To be fair, we were pretty much a couple for the entire holiday anyway. And Roberto did certainly set a certain mood for us”

The mention of that lovely man always brought a smile to your face.

“He did” You grin as you cast your mind back to that great day. “I love that man” You can’t help but say.

“I love you” Alex comes back with.

Your smile matches his when you reply, “I love you too”

~*~*~*~*~*~

In the days that followed, you didn’t make it to Chester Zoo much to your disappointment. You only joked about going with him a few times, but you actually found out that you were correct and that he had been.

He was correct in saying that he didn’t go with school because of chicken pocks. But it turns out that about a month later Matt wouldn’t shut up about the zoo which had made Alex upset so his Mum and Dad ended up taking both him and Matt.

You could only imagine how adorable that trip would have been. You just pictured little Matt running around dragging Alex along to show him what he could remember.

Clearly though, Alex was not impressed when this truth was revealed.

Something that you did end up doing in the days before Christmas though, was look after Zoe. Who you were so bloody excited to see, and you couldn’t wait to give her a massive hug.

It was the day before Christmas Eve when your bother asked you to look after you little niece, which you of course said yes to because you hadn’t seen your little monkey in the longest time.

You’d missed her the most out of anyone and you’d definitely tell her that, but make sure she would promise to tell no one else.

She was adorable with you when she had originally come in to see you. You obviously said hi to her first and completely forgotten about your brother until Zoe seemed to very quickly become besotted with Alex.

Traitor.

When she ran over to him, Alex picked her up and span her around until she was giggling in his arms. Alex had a massive smile on his face he eventually stopped moving around in a circle and he dramatically fell onto the sofa with her.

They both were in hysterics laughing together. They were both so fucking cute.

“I’m so sorry for the short notice” Your brother says, obviously in a hurry.

“No don’t apologise I want to see my niece as much as I can” You say as you give him a quick hug.

“Well thank you so much honestly… Hey Al, good to see you mate” Y/B/N smiles and waves at him.

“You too mate” Alex smiles brightly at him before standing back up with Zoe in his arms.

“Right give your Daddy a kiss because he’s gotta go to work” Alex says to Zoe as he walks towards the front door

He lets your brother takes her off him and she hugs around his neck tightly for a good few seconds as they tell each other they love each other before she gives him a kiss goodbye.

After your brother gives her a final big hug and a kiss on her head before he holds her on his hip whilst she looks back to you and your boyfriend.

Both you and Alex offer to take her from your brother, and you can see her making her decision in her head. Your brother eggs her on and says, “Big decisions now Zo, who are you going for? Who’s more fun”

After a second a grin breaks out onto her face and she leans forwards away from her father into Alex’s arms. You are just stood there now being taken the mick out of.

“Yessss” Alex hums and offers her a high five which she immediately responds to and she hits her tiny hand against his large palm.

You pretend you’re completely shocked and disappointed with her decision and she giggles in Alex’s arms before saying a final goodbye to her Dad. You said goodbye to him and closed the door behind him before you called your little niece out.

“Zoe, you haven’t seen me in three and a half months, and you choose Alex over me?” You exaggeratedly ask with your jaw agape in fake shock.

You watch as her and Alex grin at each other before he whispers something into her ear.

You stand there with your hands on your hips waiting for the inevitable blow to come your way. And it truly does.

“Sorry Uncle Alex is five hundred and five times better than you and he can play the piano better than you too” She barely gets out through her giggles.

Alex looks so proud of her that she’d copied the words he whispered to her. You could already tell that they were going to be completely find spending the full day together.

You let out a big scoff and playfully fake you anger towards her by coming to her as he was sat on Alex’s lap and tickling her until she was wriggling about too much.

After all he was still a shiny new toy to her. And to be fair, you’d known him for more than half your life and you would still choose him every time, so you’d have to get used to her being as fascinated with him as you are.

Zoe stuck to him like glue all day which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. As she sat on his knee watching Tangled you were able to get up and make her dinner in peace knowing she was okay.

And Alex seemed to be in his element. He was keeping her occupied all the time and you knew he loved the attention.

After all she was an adorable little princess.

However, there was one moment in the day that you didn’t think Alex was expecting or prepared for.

It was later in the day when she was showing Alex what tunes you’d taught her on your keyboard, as you got a head start on making her tea, along with something for you and Alex and Y/B/F later.

Your best friend had gone out for the day with her sister for the day so she would be home later on. She said that she was coming home an hour or two early though so she could see Zoe before Christmas.

They both got on really well too which was always fun when you had girly days in your flat. You would always end up painting Zoe’s nails and Y/B/F would always let Zoe paint hers.

Alex was currently teaching her how to play the chopsticks melody which she was slowly but surely getting. However, she was distracting herself by asking Alex every question that came to mind.

He loved that she was chatting to him like this and that she seemed to enjoy is company. Alex hadn’t been close to many kids; He always loved his second cousin's children though and obviously Jamie and Nick’s and he of course he loved your new goddaughter Amelia.

But the fact that Zoe had loved him straight away made Alex feel like he was definitely meant to end up with you.

Zoe had just stopped talking about her last few days in nursery and was telling him about all the dolls that she and her friends played with whilst they were there.

She was happily playing the chopsticks melody that Alex thought that she’d pretty much mastered now when she gets his attention.

“Uncle Alex” She asks as she plays the last note of the melody.

“Yeah?” Alex smiles down at her.

Her little pigtails almost hit her in her face when she turns and looks to him. He moved the hair out of her face that had stuck there for her as she asked him her question.

“Where do babies come from?” She asked him curiously.

Alex was not expecting that today.

Her eyes were full of wonder and she obviously had a head full of unanswered questions. And Alex didn’t know whether it was really his place to tell her anything so he thought it would be best to get your input.

“That’s a really good question” He smiles at her, trying to hide his shock. He then continues with, “Shall we go ask Auntie Y/N?”

Zoe nods her head, “Yeah”

“Come on then” Alex says as he stands himself up and then he picks her up. He places Zoe on his hip and walks over to the kitchen to you.

You’d just put your food in the oven for later on and set a timer on your phone when you see the pair making their way over to you.

You turn around and smile at the both of them.

“You okay cutie?” You ask with a smile.

Alex jokingly replies saying, “I’m great thank you, but Zoe here has a question”

You roll your eyes at him before walking towards them and asking Zoe, “What’s up monkey?”

But then your shocked to your core when you’re asked, “Auntie Y/N, where do babies come from?”

Your eyes go wide and you have to make an effort not to nervously laugh.

You smile at her, asking with wide eyes, “What have you and Uncle Alex been talking about?” before you make eye contact with Alex.

He’s smiling at you and he shakes his head, “Nothing, she just asked me, and I thought I’d get your input”

“Right come on. Story time” You smile as you take her off Alex.

You end up explaining in a way that meant you didn’t really have to explain. You say the whole ‘when two people love each other very much’ they can decide if they want a baby.

And if they do, the baby grows in the Mummy’s tummy and then after 9 months the Mummy goes to the hospital and the doctor helps the baby be born.

And you’re thankful that that seems too keep her satisfied.

Once you’ve finished explaining, you ask her, “Any questions darling?”

You saw her make an exaggerated thinking face as she sat on your knee and smiled at her encouragingly. You see her look from you to Alex who was sat just beside you and you note that he also gives her a soft smile.

“Is there one in your tummy?” She asks your before looking down at your stomach.

You smile at her whilst saying, “Nope. There’s not one in my tummy”

You hoped not anyway.

“But you love Uncle Alex right, so doesn’t that mean you’re having one?” She thinks out loud.

You smiled down at her and shook your head, “I do love him, but we haven’t decided we want one yet”

“Ever?” She asks a little dramatically which makes you giggle.

Alex takes over at this point and fills her in.

“Nooo, definitely at some point. Just maybe when you’re a bit older” Alex tells her with a big grin.

Alex looks to you to make sure you were okay with what he said and he’s happy to see you smiling back at him. God, he loved you a lot.

And your smile was always breath-taking to him.

“So, like maybe when I’m ten?” Zoe asks you, planning out your future for you which makes both you and Alex chuckle.

“Yeah, maybe when you’re ten” You say not being able to hide your grin.

You end up adding as a little joke, “Uncle Alex has got to write me some more music before we have a baby”

Alex laughs at that and nudges your shoulder with his a little.

“Are you going to write her a song Uncle Alex?” Zoe asks him, moving herself onto his lap instead.

Again, what an absolute traitor.

“Yeah” Alex chuckles and stands her up on his lap so she’s just holding his hands for balance. “And I’ll make it extra cheesy song because she likes her cheesy romantic films, doesn’t she?”

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been educating him on all the cute Disney films and your favourite romcoms. But you knew that he secretly enjoyed them too though, so he was talking shit.

He’d sent you enough cute text messages and cute little notes around your flat and in LA for you to know that he was just as cheesy as you. And you loved everything about it.

Zoe then starts giggling and nodding her head which makes you grin at her. She then throws her arms around Alex’s neck and gives him a hug which makes Alex’s smile huge and he hugs her back.

“I love you” You softly say to him as you smile at the two of them.

“I love you too” He grins back lazily at you and you lean into kiss him quickly before Zoe loosens her grip on him.

She catches the end of seeing you kiss him, so she then goes and kisses his cheek which you find adorable and your heart swells at the sight.

“Stop stealing my Prince Charming” You tell her with a massive smile on your face. “Where’s my kiss?” You ask her, which Alex laughs at looking very smug that he’d got one and not you.

Zoe just giggles and kisses his cheek again, but this time it’s for longer.

You shake your head.

Traitor.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Christmas was amazing.

You had such a good 3 weeks back home with everyone.

The plan to have Christmas morning at your parents and then spend the evening at Alex’s parents went down a treat. It was like you and Alex were having two Christmas’ in one day which was great.

You’d got Alex a few different things.

You got him some more aftershave and you made a joke of buying him cheap shitty hair gel that you knew he would never use as a joke. However, you’d made it very clear that now his hair was getting a bit longer he didn’t need the gel in it as much anymore.

You’d gotten him a lot of bits and bobs that he seemed to love when he opened them. The main presents you got him though were your favourites.

You’d got him a silver keyring that was in the shape of a plectrum which had your anniversary date and ’I’ll always pick you’ engraved into it. You also got him actual plectrums he could use too in the shape and thickness that you knew he liked using.

They were all different ones with stupid little phrases on it that Alex seemed to love when he read through a few.

You’d also got him a phonebook full of the photos you’d taken together over the past few months. You’d basically made him a scrapbook and annotated it by writing in all of your favourite moments together so far.

Something that proved quite difficult to make because back in LA you never left each other alone so you would have to do this when he was over at Miles’ for an evening or out at work in various meetings about his upcoming tour.

Alex loved reading through it, and he was definitely generous with his kisses as a thank you.

Your boyfriend treated you a lot more than you were expecting though.

He’d had a similar idea to get creative for one of your presents. He’d obviously scoured Pinterest much like you had, but his gift was adorable.

He’d decorated a jar that read ‘100 Reasons Why I Love You’ which was completely heart melting.

He’d also gotten you a silver Tiffany’s necklace which you knew was far too expensive, but he insisted that he wanted you to have it. The necklace had an ‘A’ dangling from it and Alex said his thinking behind it was that in the coming year he knew you’d be without him at certain points because of his touring with Miles, so he wanted you to have a nice reminder of him.

The thought behind everything he got you was beautiful, and he truly had spoilt you rotten. You’d spent a couple of hundred on all his presents together, but you knew that everything you’d gotten him was a lot below the price of the necklace he got you.

You told him later on that he was silly for spoiling you, but he said that you’d spoiled him just as much.

And whilst that was amazing, you would have to say that the present that actually stuck in your mind most from the holiday was what your best friend got you.

You always had Christmas Eve as your Christmas Day with her due to you not seeing each other on Christmas Day because you both stayed with your families. So, on Christmas Eve she gave you a present that you don't think you’d ever forget.

She had designed an Arctic Monkeys themed present which you loved to pieces.

It was essentially an Arctic Monkeys guide. The box that contained all the goodies was decorated with pictures of all the album covers which was done to the highest standard.

You were so impressed with her.

Inside the box that she’d created held all different things that Alex had referenced in his songs over the years.

From a bag of pick and mix and strawberry laces referencing Crying Lightning, to miniature bottles of whisky to reference I Want It All. Along with that there was a balaclava, red fairy lights, a little teddy, a silver swimsuit, and some new knee socks which made both you and Alex grin.

He’d also took a liking to the spiked collar too.

There were loads of other things in there too and she’d gone above and beyond for you. You honestly adored all the effort she’d put in and you would certainly love making your way through her box of gifts.

Y/B/F was absolutely buzzing with your excited reaction to everything that she’d put together. She wasn’t even fussed when Alex called her a ‘saddo’. You even scorned him playfully for it because you were just as sad as her as you were getting extremely excited over it.

So, Christmas was definitely a blast for all of you.

And life when you got back to LA was just the same as it was before. It truly was domestic bliss.

You’d been home about a week, and it was mid-January. You’d just returned down the stairs after your shower after work and Alex was still at the studio with Miles.

They had both seemed to get some more inspiration over their time apart from each other and headed back into the studio to create some last-minute tunes. You were definitely excited to hear the album finished as you hadn’t heard anything since that day you went into the studio with them.

When Alex comes in about an hour later, he shouts you into the kitchen as he’s brought your favourite take out in with him. Something which you were extremely excited for because it meant that you didn’t have to cook as it was one of your days after all.

Once you’ve kissed him and asked if he was alright, you then began to prep your meals. That didn’t take long at all and before you knew it you were heading into the lounge.

Alex walked ahead of you and you knew before he even did it that he was going to take your seat. Which he did do, and you scorned him for.

“Why do you always insist on nicking my seat?” You ask and you sit yourself down just beside him and rest your plate on your lap.

You watch as Alex puts his drink on the table just beside the settee before he says, “Darling, this was always my spot. You’re the one that stole it from me, but because I’m a nice person I let you use it”

You’d actually never thought about that before. Jeez, you really did impose yourself on his life.

“Wow so I just came in stole you spot and your heart then?” You chuckled a little.

“Stole my heart years back love, but the spot remains up for grabs. First come first serve” Alex informs you with a little humour seeping into his voice.

You smile at him saying the first bit, but you only choose to pick at the apparent new rules for your seat. You tell him, “I’ve literally been sat in it for the past hour”

A smug look makes its way to his face when he says, “I know it’s nice and cosy. Thank you”

“Eat your food Turner” You roll your eyes before taking your first mouthful of delicious food.

He just chuckles before digging in himself.

After you’d finished eating your tea and you’d discarded the both of your plates, you end up cuddling yourself into him. Something which Alex seemed just as keen for as you.

So, as you watched the rerun of Silence of the Lambs on the TV you both relaxed and enjoyed watching the film whilst chatting about work. You’d informed him that you’d had an alright day and nothing significant happened and he told you that he’d almost finished their new cover whilst he was in the studio today.

You were excited to hear his various of Is This What You Wanted because when you listened to the original version you enjoyed listening to Alex sing along over it. So, him singing it all would just make the song 10 times better.

When silence falls between you when the film comes back on, and Alex kisses your forehead ever so often and as you watch.

You always seem to smile as you do that and Alex notes that you’ve also started absentmindedly running your nails up and down his arm without really knowing. Something that he wasn’t aware was actually quite a lovely sensation which he encouraged you to do when you stopped.

When the adverts returned back to the screen was when Alex asked you something that had just come to mind.

“Do you remember me sending you the poem I Wanna Be Yours when I first found it?” He asks curious to see if you’d remember.

“Oh my god yeah. That was years and years before AM wasn’t it? Like back when we toured back home” You say referring to the UK tour you joined them on.

“Yeah” Alex nods in confirmation.

“I was really hoping you’d of read into that back then” Alex chuckles a little remembering his old hopeless romantic ways.

You sit yourself up a bit so you can look at him when you say, “Believe me, I read into it a lot but I just told myself it was you being your poetic self and sharing what you loved with me”

“My god we were hopeless” Alex says shutting his eyes and leaning his head back.

“We were” You laugh.

You watch as Alex lifts his head back up and smiles at you when he reopened those beautiful brown eyes. You just grin back up at him whilst you savour the cute moment.

“I love you” You almost whisper.

Alex whispers back, “Love you more” before quickly kissing you for a second.

You are once again holding back a smile from him because you would never get tired of hearing that.

“I doubt it but okay” You give him a little grin before snuggling yourself back into him.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was about a week later when Alex and Matt walked into the house to hear their old music blasting as soon as the door opened.

From Ritz To Rubble was blaring through the air and it was pretty loud. However, Alex wasn’t surprised at all.

Many an evening he would come home and find you listening to music, whether it be his or someone else’s, he always had a little sing along with you every time if he knew the lyrics.

You always scorned him though every time he got his own lyrics wrong like him saying ‘don’t like the sand’ in Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor and him saying ‘gagging for it’ twice in Teddy Picker. It all ended peacefully though after Alex had tickled you to make you shut up which was always fun for the both of you.

It either ended up in the both of you getting off or cuddling each other. So, either way you were happy.

And Alex knew straight away that the former would be taking place today because of the way you were dressed.

Alex had gone out with Matt really early this morning and he just left you with a goodbye kiss. You knew they were off playing golf, something which you didn’t expect when they first told you about it but if it kept them entertained that was fair enough.

You had had a lazy morning in bed and made no effort to get up at all until around 11am. If you were honest you were really enjoying the big comfy bed all to yourself.

You ended up going for a shower after you got up and you had a nice long and relaxing one. When you got out you immediately dried your hair, so it wasn’t dripping everywhere.

You really couldn’t be arsed getting dressed for the day and you knew Alex was probably due home soon, so you just decided to dress a little teasingly. You walked into your wardrobe and dropped your towel as you were dry now anyway.

You dressed yourself in a red thong that you knew Alex loved to see you in and you also dressed yourself in one of his black shirts. You didn’t bother with anything else as you wanted to set a mood for when he came back.

And you were thankful that Alex picked up on it before you even noticed he’d come home.

The chorus of Alex’s song filled the room when him and Matt reached the kitchen, but upon seeing you and how you were dressed they both stopped in the doorway.

Alex knew immediately that it was his shirt that was covering your body and the bottom of the shirt just reached the top of your thighs. Alex hadn’t even fully noted that you were dressed like that whilst preparing some food and dancing around.

His eyes were just fixed to your bare legs.

Alex’s eyes are eating you up hungrily when Matt turns towards him and says, “Bet your member’s throbbing lookin' at that”

Alex didn’t miss the erotic novel reference he was throwing his way, but it didn’t mean he was impressed by it.

Alex glares at him but quickly looks back to you dancing around now as you sing along to the loud music. Matt laughs at his best mate whilst he’s still facing towards him and Alex is thankful as he didn’t see what he just did.

As you reached into his top cupboard for another bowl the shirt rose up too and Alex saw that you had a red thong on underneath his shirt. And he could tell you had nothing else on other than those two items.

“Matt, imma need you to go home mate” Alex said as friendly as he could whilst his eyes were still tainted on you.

Matt just laughed, “Aha I thought so. I’ll leave you to it. Have fun”

Alex watched you for another 30 seconds until he heard Matt leave the house, before he then walked over. You still hadn’t noticed him yet as you were focused on making yourself the food.

So, to announce his presence without making you jump, Alex started singing along like he normally did before wrapping his arms around your waist. He already knew that you adored being hugged from behind, so he made sure to do that before me made his moves on you.

“Hey baby” Alex purred down your ear. His accent strong and you could already tell what he was in the mood for.

And it wasn’t your cooking.

You play dumb and smile, “Hey”

“I missed you” He tells you as his arms tighten ever so slightly around your waist before he begins to kiss your neck.

“I missed you too. So, I thought I’d make some food to keep me occupied” You tell him, half-heartedly chopping up more ingredient to put in.

Alex nipped down on your neck a few times before he informed you, “I have other ideas about keeping you occupied right now”

Alex of course dragged you away from the food you were trying to make and placed you on top of the kitchen island. And then he proceeded to get you worked up which had you moaning just as loud as the music.

That was something that was definitely a nice bonus about Alex. He always looked after, you in the sense that you always came either once or twice before he did.

Whether it was caused by his fingers or his tongue, or however else he saw fit, you were always very privileged during foreplay. When he was playing nice anyway.

You ended up having sex on the island too. A surface which you two hadn’t yet christened, but you certainly enjoyed it more than cooking.

The music that filled the empty room was also something you’d enjoyed a whole lot.

You had your Monkeys playlist on shuffle with a couple of songs scheduled to come on more frequently than others. And there were no prizes for Alex calling you out on it as he slowed his thrusts for a few seconds when a certain tune started.

The iconic riff of your song filled the room, much like Alex was currently filling you, and Alex called you out on how coincidental the music seemed to be.

“You knew I was coming home, didn’t you?” Alex asked you as the sound system broadcasted him singing the beginning of Knee Socks.

You whined at him barely moving anymore as he’d already gotten you really worked up, but you nodded at him to answer his question.

“You dress like this just for me baby?” He asked you in a low gruff voice as his sinful lips trailed up your neck.

Alex had completely unbuttoned the shirt and it hung half off your shoulders. But he’d kept it on you because you did look sexy wearing his clothes.

As worked up as you were though, you could tell by his voice that he was demanding an answer to what he just said.

You silently pleaded with him as his singing filled the room, but one look into his eyes meant that you knew you had to answer him. Or he wouldn’t carry on.

You murmur, with need dripping from your voice, “Thought you’d like it”

He nipped down on your neck a few times which just made you more desperate for movement. But his torture carried on.

“You pick the music just so I would fuck you to your song?” Alex breathed into your ear as he stopped his thrusts completely.

He lent in to kiss you and you nodded against his lips to answer him just before you kissed him back. Alex could tell that you were silently begging with your kisses too.

He decides to tease you some more by withdrawing his hips from yours, so he no longer filled you completely. The emptiness you felt was then enough to make you desperately whine for him.

“Please” You pleaded needing more, your nails were clawing at his back begging for things to continue.

And that was something which you carried on repeating until Alex gave you what you wanted.

Alex then proceeded to slam his hips back into yours which made you cry out in pleasure as he filled you back up.

Needless to say, having sex with him to your song was the highlight of your entire life.

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A month later life was still perfect.

Work was treating you well and Alex and Miles had dropped their first few single from the new album. The response from them was amazing and you loved seeing your twitter blow up over them.

It had been a bit of a hectic month with Alex at various radio interviews and other promotional events, but he seemed to really enjoy everything about it. He was back to acting like a lunatic with his best mate beside him again.

And you knew that there was nothing more that he loved than being up on stage with his mates, so you were excited he got to do it again after his year break from it.

You weren’t worried about him touring at all as you knew that when he eventually went on the road in April he would have loads of fun. And you would have fun scouring the internet for videos of all the various shows.

But until then you would spend as much time together as you could. So that meant lots of time with your friends and also lots of time just the two of you.

You also spent a lot more time in bed together just cuddling each other before you had to face the day ahead. And due to Alex’s having to get up early the last few days to appear on breakfast radio shows, he’s woken up before you today.

That and probably because the light that the windows were letting in probably woke him up too. You were both a little preoccupied last night to close the blinds.

Alex tiredly blinded his eyes until they adjusted to the room and what he saw when he opened his eyes was just stunning.

You were asleep next to him in the most adorable position and he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The way the sunlight hit your features was gorgeous and you looked so peaceful.

Alex felt so privileged to witness you like this. Completely calm and completely vulnerable. You were your most beautiful when you were like this.

The sky that could be seen through the window behind you was gorgeous too. Alex had never seen anything quite like it.

In the distance Alex could see that the sun was just about to rise causing half the sky to turn beautiful shades of yellow, orange, and red. The nights sky also didn’t seem to be ready to leave yet, as the other half of the sky was almost a purple colour that faded into a deep blue, with little red tinted clouds fading the red sky into the purple.

So, Alex’s view truly was beautiful. He was just unsure of what was more captivating.

Alex looked back to you to see that your hair was slightly falling onto your face and Alex had to fight away the urge to brush it away for you. He knew it would eventually annoy you and cause you to stir.

And because he wanted to capture this moment in time forever, he quickly picked up the phone closest to him.

It turned out to be your phone and he knew you wouldn’t mind him using it, so he quickly unlocked it and took a picture of you.

You looked so peaceful in the photo. It was so beautiful.

You were lay asleep looking as elegant as ever with the stunning view behind you. Alex found himself astounded by your beauty and he thanked his lucky stars that you were all his and that he got these moments with you.

After looking at the photo for a moment, Alex then gently moved your hair back behind your ear before kissing your temple and settling himself into bed properly again.

But as he watched the sky fade slowly rise into complete daylight, he couldn’t get the picture out of his head.

He just wanted everyone to see how pretty you were. And it was a gorgeous picture, so he didn’t see any harm in sharing it.

So, Alex then uploaded the picture of you to your Instagram.

Before he tried to fall back to sleep beside you, he typed out a caption before sending it off for the world to appreciate just as much as he did.

Sorry I stole your phone, but my view was beautiful, and I just had to share it. Thank you for making me smile every day and for being my best friend. I love you so much -AT x

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sweet-barnes · 4 years

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Snake Eyes - part seven

Pairing: mob!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: ‘Snake eyes’ meaning the worst possible result; a complete lack of success. Getting caught up between two of the biggest mobs in the city was never how you expected your night to go, and falling for a mob boss can only end in disaster.

Warning: abduction/kidnapping

A/N: a lil fluff for you guys to make up for the drama at the end oops lmao feedback is loved and appreciated always☺️

Snake Eyes Masterlist

Part 6

From that day on, your mornings would always start with a ‘good morning’ text from Bucky. They always arrived at least an hour before you woke, a plain and simple ‘good morning’ to start, a kiss at the end of it. But soon, after days of talking, pet names were added onto the end, making your heart flutter every single time.

It had been a month since you were left in that club for Bucky to find you. Strangely, you hadn't heard from Rumlow in any way, shape or form. At the beginning, you were constantly on edge, expecting him to come bursting through the doors and take on the Howling Commandos in Bucky's home but that never happened.

Of course, that wasn’t realistic. But a month ago being taken by a mob was also unrealistic. Things change.

Nothing happened. It was like you were placed in this new life and expected to live it out from now on with no input from your former one, not even from the person who tore you from it.

It felt like a waiting game. Waiting for something to happen, for Rumlow to tear you away from this place, or to tear Bucky away from you. Waiting for the curtain to be ripped away, for everything to be exposed in the light and for nothing to be the same for anyone following it.

After receiving your morning text from Bucky, and replying with your own, you got yourself ready for the day.

You made your way down to Bucky’s office, saying hello some of the Commandos on the way. As you opened the office door, the smell of breakfast hit you, making you realise how hungry you were.

Your eyes landed on a small table set up in the middle of the room, two plates set on either side with juice in the middle and Bucky sitting in one of the chairs. It looked completely out of place but it warmed your heart.

His head snapped up towards you as you entered and Bucky registered the shocked look on your face, some confusion also settling into your features. He stood up, in the calm manner he always exuded. He sent a small smile in your direction before walking over to you.

"I thought we could have breakfast together before we started our day?" You still hadn't said anything since entering the room and Bucky was starting to worry this was too much, that he had pushed it too far. "If all this is alright?" His subdued tone brought you out of your shocked state, and you looked up at him with a smile forming on your face. "This is wonderful." Bucky let out a breath he'd been holding in before leading you over to the table, pulling the chair out for you to sit and then retreating to his own chair.

You both started eating in silence, stealing looks at each other across the table and when both of your eyes met you shared a small smile, sometimes even a giggle. You felt calm and peaceful, even with no words said between you.

"You can have the day off today, Y/N," Bucky broke the silence. "I have the day off from my meetings and all that, so I'll go through the reports today, you deserve a break." You felt your heart sink a little, wanting to spend your time working with Bucky if he was going to be in his office all day.

Ever since you had started messaging each other, he had spent more and more time out of the office. Away with meetings and gatherings that he had to attend, yet he always told you he hated this part of the job, it just had to be done.

That was all the information you received about that side of his life. It was like he was trying to keep you as far away from it as possible, even though you were more involved than you would have liked to have been.

"Are you sure?" You countered, "I can stay and help if you need me to." You were hoping he would take you up on your offer but you could tell Bucky was a stubborn man. "I insist, doll," the pet name made butterflies erupt in your stomach, it had been a long time since you'd heard him say it to your face.

"I've had a credit card made for you, you can go out into town today with Nat and do some shopping, treat yourself to something from me," a smirk was making its way onto Bucky's face and it made heat rise up to your cheeks. You looked down at your empty plate, not wanting him to notice. The look on his face made you feel some type of way, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. "You're too kind, Bucky," you noticed him shift from across the table and you looked up to meet his eyes again. "Anything for you."

The breakfast didn't last long after that, Steve had come in with an urgent phone call that Bucky had to attend to, which he looked annoyed about. He was apologising to you on his way out, letting you know he wanted to see you later to show him what you bought for yourself.

This would be the first time leaving the grounds of Bucky's house since this whole thing started.

You had never asked to leave and Bucky had never insisted. You believed this was only happening now because you had both grown closer over the past couple of weeks and he had started to somewhat trust you.

Or maybe you were reading the situation wrong. He may just be kind and caring towards the people that worked for him, that’s why he was being this way with you. You couldn’t get your hopes up too much. There was no way a man like Bucky would go for a regular girl like yourself.

You arrived at your room, Natasha already sitting on your bed waiting for you with a smirk plastered on her face as she looked you up and down. "So, how was breakfast?" She raised her eyebrows a little and you shook your head at her.

Ever since Bucky had introduced you two, she had become one of the closest people to you in this place. She felt like a piece of home that you never thought you needed. She had turned into your best friend, so to speak, within this crazy world.

She would talk to you about anything you wanted, even calming you on the occasions you felt overwhelmed by the place you were in. In those moments, you felt the urge to tell her everything.

About Rumlow forcing you into the situation, about him wanting Bucky for some unknown reason, but you could never bring yourself to do it. Afraid that maybe Rumlow had someone listening in somewhere and it would be reported back to him. He would take you away again and punish you for ruining his plan. So you kept quite, fighting the urge every time it arrived.

"I brought you some casual clothes to wear, seen as though every thing you own seems to be work clothes,” you noticed her little eye roll, “I swear those boys are useless when it comes to clothes shopping," you giggled at her, looking through the clothes that were laid out on the bed.

Most of the clothes were dark, as were your work clothes, it must be a thing round here within the mob.

You chose out some black mom jeans with a matching black body suit that hugged your figure in all the right places with a leather jacket to match. You applied some light makeup before noticing the card that was placed on the set of drawers near the doorway.

"Bucky left it for you when he was on the phone," Natasha explained as she say you looking at it. There was a little note placed underneath which read, "enjoy yourself today, I can't wait to see what you bring home x."

You couldn't help the smile on your face, the word home making your heart ache a little. You folded the note and placed it in your back pocket.

"Let's go!" Natasha exclaimed, both of you giggling as you made your way to a much needed day out.

You didn't realise how much you missed the town. All the shops, the people rushing around or strolling, carrying loads of bags with treats they had bought themselves or others.

The driver hadn't taken you into the town you had lived in, the one where you were taken. Instead taking you both to the next town over.

Apparently Bucky had told him to do this, he didn't want you going back to the place where you had been trapped in the club, he didn't want to bring back those bad memories.

If only he knew.

You had been wandering around for an hour, and you still hadn't found anything that you wanted to buy. You had always limited yourself when you went shopping, not wanting to overspend and waste your money on things you didn't need. Your mother had taught you how to be responsible with your money and you had carried that advice all throughout life, and that behaviour was showing once again.

"Seen anything you like?" Natasha asked, walking back over to you after picking up some knee high boots that she had taken a liking to. You sighed, "I've seen loads of stuff, I just don't know what to get." Natasha frowned, "why not get it all?" She suggested, and you looked at her like she had just suggested treason. "I can't spend all that money, that's too much."

"Bucky put more than enough on that card for you, not just a couple of hundred, a couple of thousand," you took in a breath as she explained. You didn't think you would be trusted with that kind of money from a mob boss.

"Are you being serious?" You whispered, looking around to see if anyone had overheard Nat. She just laughed, moving on to a different shelf full of clothing, "treat yourself!"

The rest of the trip was spent buying at least five items from every store you entered. From casual clothes, to shoes, to homely ornaments and real plants to make your bedroom feel more like yours. You didn't know how long you were going to be staying there so might as well make it comfy while you were there.

After every couple of shops, you loaded the car up with your items before going back out to look for more. You and Natasha entering a shop together before dispersing and looking at your own things, and then meeting back at the entrance once you were done.

"Okay, one last shop because I think I'm burnt out from today," you nodded your head at Nat's statement. Your arms were starting to hurt from carrying around so many bags throughout the day. "There's this guy I go to for weapons, you can come along if you want or I can just meet you back at the car?"

You felt your heart beat pick up with anxiety as Natasha mentioned weapons. You had rarely seen any of them with anything that looked dangerous, only when the raid happened on the club. Not to forget the gun you noticed on Bucky's belt a couple of times. "I'll go look in one last shop," you tried to respond as nonchalantly as possible but Natasha noticed the edge in your voice.

"I'll be about ten, fifteen minutes," Nat replied as she walked off towards a side street between the shops. You stood there for a moment watching her leave, before looking around and spotting a candle shop slightly down the street. You set off towards it, realising you hadn't grabbed one for your room.

The sweet mixture of smells from the candles hit you as you walked in, and a staff member greeted you kindly as you passed. You walked around, occasionally picking up candles and smelling them, trying to decide on the best one to take home.

You looked down at your watch, noticing ten minutes had already passed. Choosing one more candle, you were making your way to pay when you felt a presence behind you.

"Don't you dare make a scene, you're going to come with me calmly or your pretty little face won't be so pretty anymore."

You felt a shiver down your spine as Rumlow's voice spoke quietly into your ear. You recognised it instatnly, there was no way you werer going to forget it any time soon. He took the candles from your hand and placed them down before gripping your elbow and leading you out of the back door.

As soon as you were outside in the back alley, you turned your head to look at him. "What have I done?" Your voice only come out as a whisper, cursing yourself internally for sounding so weak. "Shut up," he hissed back at you.

You were shoved into the back of a jet black car that was parked around the corner, the same one that had captured you in the first place and the door was slammed in your face. Rumlow appeared in the passenger seat and instructed the driver on where to go, too quiet for you to hear. He didn’t bother to look back at you as they set off.

You sat as still as you could, panic seeping into every inch of your body. You had been waiting for this day since you had arrived at Bucky’s and as soon as you let your guard down, he appeared.

You felt a jab in your back as you were driven over a bump in the road. You realised your phone was still in your pocket and a little bit of hope settled into your mind.

As slowly as you could, you pulled it out, adjusting how you were sitting to cover the sound of it sliding out of your pocket, and you placed it beneath your legs.

Waiting a couple of minutes, you reached down to unlock your phone. Not wanting to waste time explaining your situation, you sent a simple message to Natasha.

"Help me."

Part 8

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babbushka · 4 years

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hello zannah!! i hope quarantine is treating you well! i would like to ask for #37 and #45 from the smut prompts list with mr pale!! thank you so much 💘💘

(1.4k, public sex, handjob, come eating, drug use [cocaine])

There was some kinda scuffle or some shit, with the parking. Pale had told you to go on ahead, get yourself a nice cozy booth somewhere in the back, somewhere dark.

This particular club was one he went to all the time, knew the owners and shit and so why the fuck was there a fuckin’ parking issue? God damned car was more trouble than it was worth, Pale thinks as he shakes his head and adjusts his jacket on his shoulders when he’s finally free to search for you.

He finds you, sitting so pretty in a new dress he bought you. It’s form-fitting and completely covered in sequins, so you look like a million fuckin’ bucks, sipping your drink and waiting for him. He’s pleased to see you’re alone, no assholes trying to move in on you or nothin’.

He’s sweatin’, Pale is. Sweatin’ because of you, the leather jacket in May, or the club, or the coke, he don’t know. He don’t know but he’s rubbin’ his palms against the back pockets of his jeans as his steel-toed boots carry him all the way to you.

You brighten up immediately, when you see him. You’d been puttin’ on you don’t fuck with me face, and he’s proud of that, proud of you for knowing how to hold your own.

“You look dynamite baby, real fuckin’ good. You oughta be under lights like these all the time, you know that? Someone oughta carry ‘em around for you, make you look like a fuckin’ superstar. Is that what you are dollface, a superstar? My good girl?” Pale’s a chatter-box as he slides into the booth with you, immediately pulls you into his lap.

You lean into his embrace, pillow your head on his shoulder, kiss at his neck. You’re wearing a flattering red lipstick, and he knows it’s gotta be pressin’ lil smooch marks all over his throat, but he don’t give a shit. Good, he thinks, good, let them all see just who it is you’re kissing.

“You bet honey, let me prove it to you.” You smile against his skin, around his adam’s apple as it bobs, as he goes all jittery all over.

“Oh yeah, how so?” He lights up a cigarette, the nicotine fighting the coke fighting the presence of you.

He’s raging hard, he realizes, raging hard and he only realizes it once you start wiggling your hips on his cock, your ass so sweet as he grinds his cock up against it.

“Feels like you got a problem, let me take care of it for you.” You say, still kissin’ on him, lovin’ on him. God fuckin’ damn does he love you, loves you too much, he feels like he can’t even fit the half of it in the whole wide world.

“Lemme see your tits, now.” He licks his lips, hands already reachin’ for the little zipper in the dress.

That’s the thing that made him want to buy it for you, you know. The zipper in the front instead of in the back. He could unzip it all the fuckin’ way down, have you sitting naked in his lap if that was somethin’ you’d let him do. You ain’t wearin’ no bra or panties or nothin’, he knows, he knows because he’s the sonofabitch who told you to keep them on the floor when he fucked you hard before bringing you to the club in the first place.

“Is anyone gonna see?” You say, pulling down the zipper slow slow slow.

“I’ll shoot ‘em between the fuckin’ eyes if they take so much as a look at you sweetheart you know you’re alright with me, you’re safe with me. Let me see them.” He’s jumpy, sweaty, itchy, god he’s on fire for you cock aching heart beating eyes shaking in his skull.

You look over your shoulder anyway, even though you know he’s right, you know. He’s got a little gun he keeps on him, a little thing that could fit into his pocket, and it does, and he has it. He’d use it for you, you know. You love him, smile when he gets his paws all over your tits when you pull the zipper of the dress down enough.

“Give them a kiss, they’re cold.” You grin, as the music of the club thumps in your chest, rattles your bones.

“Oh I’ll warm you up alright.” He squeezes them together and rubs his face into the soft skin.

He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the smallest little fuckin’ vial ever known to mankind, tips out only a spec or two or twenty of coke right there, right onto the flesh of your breasts, and snorts it up. He licks up any residue, leans back in his chair and feels alive, feels electrified.

Straddling his lap, you raise yourself enough so that you can reach down between his legs and fish for his cock, his dark jeans chafing your inner thighs as you start jerking him off. His head tips back against the booth, and he gives himself over to the feeling of your hand on him, everything going chromacolor as the coke hits.

God he loves you, loves the way you look like this – loves the way you look always. You with your tits out in this seedy corner of this grungy club, jerkin’ him off while guys make mob boss business deals a table or two away, while singers croon on a stage up front. There’s people dancin’ and talkin’ and drinkin’ and fuckin’ and he wants to be one of them, but he can’t do what he wants to do to you, not here.

Your grip loosens for a second, and he peeks an eye open, gives you a million-dollar smile and cups your cheek, feels your pretty skin.

“Did I say you could stop?” He asks, halfway serious.

You roll your eyes, and he pinches your jaw between his thumb and sticks it in your mouth. You suck on it, and your tits jiggle as your arms work to get him off. He’s gonna treat you so fucking good when he gets you home after this fuckin’ concert or whatever the hell he’s here for. He doesn’t even remember anymore, can’t be bothered to remember anything other than you.

“You didn’t say nothin’ honey, you don’t gotta, I’m right here.” You say around his thumb, sucking on it and biting at it lightly as he runs it over your teeth.

“When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.” He says, and you laugh, because that’s exactly the sort of thing you were hopin’ to hear.

“Do you promise?” You bat your lashes.

“How’s that?” Pale’s brain doesn’t quite catch up because fuck your hands are so good on him and the way you grip his cock is so much better than anyone else he’s ever had including his own goddamned hand, so, “Yeah sweetheart I promise, I fuckin’ swear, I swear to ya if you keep going I’ll keep you in bed all fuckin’ weekend, you ain’t getting out unless I say so, you got that? I’m gonna make you scream so hoarse you won’t even remember your own fuckin’ name, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds real good honey, you gonna come?” You ask but he can’t think of nothin’ other than your tits, he wants to come all over them, he wants – fuck he wants everything.

In the end, he makes a split-second decision and takes his cock from you, pats his lap. You’re good, you know what that means, he’s done it enough times for you to get the hint, and he could weep like the way his dick is drippin’ for you because of it.

“Get your mouth ready sweetheart I’ve been savin’ this shit up for you all fuckin’ day.” He’s grunting as he fucks his fist, hand moving so fast it’s a blur – is that the coke, or is that you? He don’t know which fuckin’ drug is stronger.

He’d bet it was you, the thought of your pussy, that’s got him so fucked up like this – fucked up in the best possible way.

And you do, got him fucked up. You got him fucked up with the way you slip underneath the table of the booth, your head peekin’ out between his thighs as he jerks off. Somewhere under there you zip your dress back up, and he thinks that’s a real fuckin’ shame.

But then he’s comin’, and your tongue is there to catch it, and you close your eyes so’s you don’t get nothin’ in them, and he thinks there ain’t nothing that’s a shame about that.

#pale x reader #pale/reader #pale burn this #burn this broadway #adam driver burn this #adam driver pale #pale imagine #pale smut #Anonymous #cowboy answers

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lesbian-peanut-writer · 3 years

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Bad Night

It took me so damn long to get this story out to you and now, I’m just hoping that it is as good as I think it is. Here is the story for Day 24, with the pairing of Shigaraki and Dabi with the prompt Shower. Now, I do have to apologise up front because this story doesn’t have the ending you’d expect it to have...

I apologise and please don’t hurt me, love you all my Lil Peanuts.

~Lesbian Peanut

Word Count: 3542

Content Warning: hinting of trauma, character death

Numb, there was no other word in existence that could possibly hope to describe the unbearably heavy and suffocating feeling that had settled over Dabi. He felt nothing as he stood beneath the scorching flow of the falling water, his mind further from the small bathroom he was currently occupying than it had ever been before. The water running over him held no temperature against his skin and the walls around him were little more than a white blur as he stared at them blindly. He had never felt so empty and useless before than he was made to feel that evening. Dabi was used to not feeling anything, or rather he was used to hiding away his feelings but tonight it seemed as though everything that shouldn’t have gone wrong did.

“Fuck!”

Dabi’s voice was broken and hoarse as he voiced his frustration aloud, his fist slamming against the tiled wall with a solid thud as he leaned forwards. Tears stung at his eyes as they blurred his vision and made focusing on his surroundings more difficult than it had already become. He just wanted to be able to bury the overwhelming sense of guilt that hung heavy over his head, waiting for the moment the numbness would dissipate so it could crush him completely. There was nothing he could have done, despite telling himself this over and again; his mind seemed incapable of accepting any of the facts he was providing it with. Dabi was so lost in his own head, in the events that had unfolded that night and the possibilities of what could have been that nothing else made sense to him. He was so lost that he couldn’t hear anything that was happening around him, not the water running against his skin and not the fan over his head as it drew the steam out of the room; not even the front door slamming shut.

Tomura’s heart ached as he glanced around the foyer area, taking in the way everything wasn’t where it should have been at the end of a busy day. Any other night and he might have been extremely concerned about the current state of disarray the hallway was in, considering his husband was meticulous about where he left his things when he got home after a shift. He had already been informed though; his Chief having briefed him on the events that had taken place earlier that evening. His heart hung heavy in his chest from the thought of his partner being incapable of saving a life so precious, he knew it would be haunting and hurting him; that Dabi wouldn’t be coping with any of it very well. Tomura had rushed home the moment the news had reached him; the Chief having expressed his deep concern for the man and ordering him to leave work immediately.

He silently stepped out of his shoes, moving down the narrow hall to collect the heavy boots which had been left stranded and placed both pairs near the front door. The soot and plaster which covered the boots was something Tomura would have to make sure to wash off before the night was through, less they serve as a painful reminder to his husband. The tattered black jacket that lay splayed out over the floor at the end of the hallway. With all its stitches and patches had mixed emotions coursing through his system. He hated that cursed jacket with a passion, but his husband absolutely loved the damn thing and considered it to be the most comfortable thing ever; comfort being something he sorely needed right now. Tomura frowned as he scooped up the leather article of clothing from the floor, dusting it off properly before folding it over his arm and padding off into the kitchen where he draped it over the back of a chair. His eyes were drawn to the small piles of ash that littered the wooden floor, no doubt remnants that managed to escape the material of Dabi’s pants. He steeled himself as he followed the trail, knowing it would inevitably take him to his husband and whatever state he may be in.

Dabi stood with his head pressed against the tiles of the wall, his back towards their ensuite door and his emotions safely hidden away from his husband as he hunched over on himself. Tomura couldn’t recall a time when he had seen his husband look so broken, the sight of this proud man crumpled over in defeat and agony was utterly heart-breaking. He was silent as he let his heavy jacket slide from his shoulders before hitting the ground, making to undress himself as he stepped in closer to the shower. The muscles in Dabi’s shoulders were pulled tight, strained no doubt from the hard day’s work he’d have endured. Tomura stepped into the shower, bringing his hands up and snaking them around Dabi’s midsection as he pressed his forehead between his shoulder blades.

The pair of them stood there in complete silence for a moment, the only sound that of the water as it cascaded over their tired bodies and attempted to soothe their weary souls. There was nothing Tomura could think about saying to Dabi that could possibly hope to lessen the burden he was carrying or make him feel better about things that were out of his abilities. He blinked as the man in front of him shifted his weight, standing to his full height and letting his hands rest atop Tomura’s. Dabi sighed heavily before turning around to face his husband, flicking his eyes down to look into those beautiful crimson eyes which never failed to soothe his soul.

“When did you get home?” His voice was croaky and full of pain as he spoke the question aloud, he sounded as though he had been yelling at the top of his lungs for hours on end.

“Just now.” Tomura assured him as he tilted his head back to peer up into the familiar turquoise eyes that he loved so much. Dabi wasn’t really a man of many words, but his eyes had always spoken volumes and would often give away his true feelings. It scared Tomura when he was unable to read his husband and now was no exception to that.

Dabi was quiet as his hand moved of its own accord, his long fingers cording through the loose strands of Tomura’s long hair before pulling the man’s head forwards and pressing his lips against his. He met with no resistance from his husband, instead the other man reciprocated the motion and helped to lessen some of the tension in the man’s body. Dabi ghosted his hand down along the length of Tomura’s spine before pressing him up against the wall, caging him between himself and the cold tiles. Their tongues danced together in a heated and sloppy kiss, Dabi’s piercing rolling over the top of Tomura’s tongue momentarily before he pulled his head back.

“Shigs…?”

“You don’t have to talk about any of it unless you absolutely want to.” Tomura interrupted as he moved his hands to frame Dabi’s face, rubbing his thumbs over his cheeks and below his tired eyes. “I’ll be right here when you want to talk, just take your time and talk when you feel like you’re ready.”

“Thank you.” Dabi whispered in a broken voice as he pressed his head forwards, resting his forehead against the top of Tomura’s head as he let his eyes slip shut.

“Let me take care of you now, won’t you?” Tomura murmured, his hands sliding down the expanse of Dabi’s neck before gliding over his shoulders. “Let me take your mind off of all this, take it somewhere else.”

He waited for the slightest of head bobs from Dabi before he lowered himself down to his knees, his hands coming down to rest against his husband’s thighs and he peered up at him. Through the falling water, Tomura could see the pain etched into Dabi’s chiselled features and he wanted nothing more than to desperately take that away from him; to make him forget all of it. He tipped his head forwards, a soft smile forming on his lips before he flicked his tongue out against the head of Dabi’s cock. The sharp intake of breath from somewhere over his head, more than enough to let him know that he at least had Dabi’s attention if nothing else. Tomura swirled his tongue around Dabi’s cock before taking the head into his mouth and roughly sucked, pressing his tongue against the slit firmly.

Dabi groaned low as he let his head drop back, his hands falling down to entangle themselves into Tomura’s hair. Fuck, he had somehow managed to forget how good his husband was at sucking his cock. It had been such a long time since the two of them had been given a decent opportunity to enjoy one another’s company, moments like this one were rare and hard to find. His breath hitched as his cock slid down the back of Tomura’s throat, that tongue moving around him as though inviting him in. Dabi missed this, missed the way it felt to have his husband’s mouth around his cock and practically sucking the life out of it.

Tomura hummed low as he sucked firmly and moved his tongue to slide along the underside of Dabi’s heavy cock, feeling the bumps of his piercings against his tongue. He shifted his right hand from his husband’s thigh and fondled Dabi’s balls instead, squeezing them roughly. Dabi’s groan from overhead and the jut of his hips, was exactly what Tomura had been hoping to have happen. If he could just succeed in helping his husband take his mind off everything, he would be satisfied enough to leave Dabi to himself. He moaned low around his cock, Dabi’s fingers pulling viciously at his hair and bringing his head closer to his hips.

Dabi groaned, tilting his head forwards as he cracked his eyes open and watched his husband through hazy vision as his head bobbed along the length of his cock. He could feel the way Tomura’s throat would constrict around him, squeezing his cock as his tongue swirled around his girth. Every moan that came from Tomura had vibrations travelling through the piercings in his cock and sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He cursed when Tomura’s tongue rubbed at the piercing just under the head of his cock and squeezed his balls firmly, Dabi’s fingers tightening in his hair in response.

“Fuck… Tomura.” He moaned, hunching over his husband as he corded his fingers further back into his hair and pulled his head forwards more.

Tomura’s eyes widened out of surprise as his nose was pressed against Dabi’s hips, peeking up at his husband when his other hand slid down to tangle into the back of his hair. He inhaled deeply through his nose as Dabi pushed his head back along his cock before pulling it forwards roughly, his cock sliding easily down his throat. He gripped his husband’s hips firmly, his nails digging into the heavily tattooed skin as he braced himself for what he knew was inevitably about to happen. Tomura groaned low as he let Dabi fuck his throat, letting him get his frustrations out and not wanting to say no to the man he loves. His nails sunk deeper into his hips as Dabi pushed his cock deeper with each thrust of his hips. Tears pricked at the corners of Tomura’s eyes as he attempted to keep his breathing steady and tried to keep up with his husband’s brutal pace.

The feeling of his cock sliding steadily into the heat of Tomura’s mouth was so fucking good, it had Dabi feeling all kinds of things and not wanting to stop. Dabi grunted and groaned as he moved his hips rapidly, his eyes never once leaving his husband’s face as he fucked his throat. His cock twitched as Tomura managed to press his tongue against the piercing beneath the head of his cock, his steady rhythm faltering momentarily as he cursed. The way Tomura looked up at him and the way those tiny tears had started to form in the corners of his eyes, only made Dabi want to fuck his husband a hell of a lot more. He didn’t just want to fuck his throat, no he wanted him up off the floor and pressed against the wall where he’d be able to fuck him senseless.

Dabi felt as though there was a weight lifting off his chest as he continued to move his hips, thrusting them forwards at the same time he pulled his husband’s head towards them. He could feel Tomura’s throat constricting around his cock as he pushed it as deep as he could manage and his cock would twitch in response. He groaned low and bucked his hips as Tomura’s fingers moved against his balls, his thumb slipping up to press against the spot between his cock and balls; rubbing it firmly. Dabi muttered his husband’s name, his stance shifting as he repositioned himself above Tomura’s smaller stature and gave himself more power.

Tomura moaned around Dabi’s cock, his own aching as it twitched to life between his legs. He loved when his husband would become assertive like this, how he would take control of a situation and just use Tomura’s body as he needed. Of course, he was always well taken care of and Dabi would never do anything without getting some form of agreement from his husband. His fingers shifted over his balls, rubbing at them before cupping them in his palm and squeezing roughly; pulling a guttural groan from the man overhead. Tomura groaned as Dabi’s hips bucked forwards, the head of his cock pressing securely down his throat before Dabi pulled his hips back completely.

“Shit… you alright Shigs?” Dabi’s voice was barely above a whisper as he moved his hand forwards through his husband’s hair and tilted his head back.

“I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me.” Tomura reassured him before flicking his tongue out over his bottom lip and smirking up at Dabi.

“Fuck, I don’t want you down there Shigs. I want you up here where I can fuck you good and proper.” Dabi muttered as he pushed Tomura’s hair back out of his face and made it easier for the man’s eyes to be seen.

“Soon, I promise you Dabi.”

He smiled as he finished his sentence, his tongue flicking out and licking up the beads of pre-cum that had formed along the slit of Dabi’s cock. Tomura could see the thick veins pulsing just below the surface of his husband’s cock, a tell-tale sign that he was getting close to being finished. The first time Tomura had sucked Dabi’s cock, he had been relentless with his methods but eventually he figured out it didn’t actually take much to bring the man undone. He chuckled softly before moving his head, nipping and sucking his way along the length before stopping near the base and latching on to the piercing between his balls. Tomura sucked firmly as he moved his hand to grip at Dabi’s heavy cock, squeezing and stroking it roughly.

Moans and groans fell from Dabi’s lips in an uncontrollable stream, the occasional curse thrown into the mix when his husband would suck on his piercing just that fraction harder. His hips jerked forwards unexpectedly as Tomura pressed his thumb against the slit and moved his fingers to press against all of his piercings at once. Dabi’s head dropped back as he let out a loud groan, his knees feeling weak as his hands tightened considerably in his husband’s hair and pulled on it roughly. Pleasure built in the pit of his stomach as Tomura continued to use his own piercings against him and stroke his cock at a steady pace. He pulled on Tomura’s hair, attempting to warn his husband that he wasn’t far from his climax and was shocked by what he did in response.

Tomura smirked as he pulled his head back, giving one final lick to the piercing between Dabi’s balls before he took the head of his husband’s cock into his mouth once more. He sucked roughly, using his hand to stroke the rest of the length and moved his other hand to fondle his balls. There was no sign of fear or anguish on Dabi’s face when Tomura flicked his eyes up to look at him, only pure pleasure could be found on his features and that made Tomura happy. He hummed low around the head of his cock, his hand tightening around the shaft and Dabi gave a loud groan in response. Dabi’s hips stuttered before Tomura’s head was pulled forward completely, his nose pressing against his husband’s pelvis before heat flooded his throat.

Dabi groaned out his husband’s name as his semen shot down his throat, his hands shaking as they held his hair tight and pulled on it roughly. He knew he’d have to make this up to Tomura later, that he would have to thank him for being with him when he needed him. His breath came out in pants as he rolled his hips lazily, his fingers loosening in Tomura’s hair as he allowed him to pull his head back. Dabi watched with clear vision as his husband suckled at the head of his cock, making sure to drink up all of his cum before pulling his head back completely.

“Feel better, Dabi?” Tomura inquired as he licked his lips clean and peered up at his husband’s face.

“Yeah, lots better. Now, get up here and let me make it up to you.” Dabi ordered as he motioned for Tomura to stand and let him fuck the ever-loving fuck out of him.

“Detective Shigaraki?”

Tomura’s head snapped up instantly at the sound of his name being called, his eyes landing on two men standing in the doorway to the room. They were dressed in heavy suits, large dark jackets and pants; both covered in yellow reflective strips. These men were firefighters, he recognised them both as colleagues he’d seen with Dabi once while he had been on duty. His heart stuttered momentarily as he thought about his husband, the hand holding his pen starting to tremble as a foreboding feeling started to creep into his stomach.

“I’m Shigaraki.” He called as he moved out from behind his desk, stepping towards the two men. The knot in his stomach only tightened when he watched them exchange a look, one that conveyed concern as well as anguish.

“Sir, we’re deeply sorry.” This one, if he remembered correctly, was called Kaminari; he was Dabi’s junior.

No words left him as the other firefighter stepped forwards, his red eyes filled with sorrow as he looked down at Tomura. His name was Kirishima, he was known for visiting Bakugou at the precinct quite frequently and for his boisterous attitude. “I’m sorry. We were on a job and it’s Dabi…”

Twisting ever tighter and tighter, that dreadful feeling burrowed deeper in his stomach as Tomura listened. His knees felt weak and his mouth parched of water, it was as if he'd not drunk anything in days. “W-what about him? Is he ok?” A whispered breath the most he could manage as he spoke to the two men.

They exchanged another look, Kaminari turning his head away as he screwed his eyes shut and Kirishima turned to look back at Tomura. His eyes flicked down and Tomura’s followed suit, his heart instantly sinking as he caught sight of what was held tight in the other man’s hand. That black tattered leather jacket, with all its stitches and patches. The tears along the seams, of which he had begged many times to mend and yet had been denied. Tomura stood numb as Kirishima extended his hand towards him, the jacket hanging loose as it was offered to him. His fingers trembled as he reached out for his husband’s jacket, taking it from the man and pulling it in tight to his chest.

“I’m sorry, he didn’t make it…”

Those words alone brought his world crashing down around him, his heart shattering into a thousand pieces and his mind went completely blank. Tomura stood there in the middle of the police precinct, clutching this husband’s jacket to his chest and being told the news he never wanted to hear. Tears pricked at his eyes and before he knew it, Tomura was sobbing into Dabi’s jacket. His knees gave out beneath him and he hit the ground hard, hunching over on himself. Agony, grief and despair was all he could offer as he cried his heart out into the jacket he had once hated.

He would give it all, everything he had in his life to have his husband back in his arms and to hold him tight. “Come back… don’t leave me, Dabi!” His broken cries filled the room as he sat there alone, none of the officers in the precinct quite knowing what to say or do. How? How does one comfort someone who just lost their life partner?

“Please… come back…”

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&New (Sashea) - Chae

summary: shea is a famous model, sasha is a famous designer. they *attempt* to have a nice, low-key, friendly date. a paparazzi has other plans.

a/n: i just posted this finished product to ao3 and thought why not bless the tl (wait is this even considered a tl.. well anyways) with some Sashea aka my favorite ship ever– whilst also proving i am not dead! also the lil marked line is where the smut starts i really said “cute… but also porn”

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24913066?show_comments=true&view_full_work=true#main

“What are you thinking about?”

“Hm?” Sasha looked at Shea from behind her coffee mug, taking a sip of the scalding beverage and carefully wiping around her red lipstick. “Nothing, really.”

“You sure?” Shea raised an eyebrow. If Shea knew one thing, if there was one motto she lived by, it would be that ‘Sasha is always over-analyzing something.’ Today, it could be her coffee at best, or her entire relationship with Shea at worst.

“I swear!” Sasha laughed, her eyes crinkling up in that adorable way they did, her mouth turning into a little scarlet-colored heart. If Shea knew two things, if there was a second motto she lived by, it would be that she could watch and listen to Sasha laugh forever and ever.

“What are you thinking about, Miss Coulee?”

“You,” the model answered honestly. There probably wasn’t a day Shea didn’t think about Sasha. No, fuck a day, a minute. They were ‘friends,’ sure, but both of them knew it was much more than friendship.

Unfortunately, the entire general public suspected the same thing.

Yes, Sasha was famous, but Shea was mainstream. Everyone knew about her, the newest model-Instagram-star-actress-songstress-activist-pole-dancing diva on the scene. And everyone caught on when Shea and the popular designer she’d walked for during fashion week were spotted in public together on numerous occasions. Straight social media played it off as business-partners and friends, but any fan with a brain—especially Shea’s young, very queer fanbase— would spot the gay energy from miles away.

And just like Shea’s sexuality, their relationship was undefined.

“Me?” The coy question was followed by the clack of Sasha’s teeth against the silver fork that held a pastry, which she placed delicately in her mouth.

“I said that,” Shea affirmed, her expression reading serious, yet her eyes gazing at the blonde with adoration.

“Why are you thinking about me?”

Shea scoffed. “Why am I not thinking about you?”

“You are a busy woman.”

“Not busy enough for you to leave my head.”

Sasha’s pale cheeks reddened. It was common for them to flirt, she should have been used to it. But every time Shea said something nice to her, she couldn’t help herself. God herself could have been complimenting Sasha and it wouldn’t compare to what Shea Coulee had to say. That was to say God wasn’t Shea Coulee.

Shea loved it when Sasha stared at her. When her piercing blue eyes bore into her soul like she was solving an unsolvable equation. It was funny how the petite woman considered Shea a goddess (she knew she did), when the only thing Shea wanted to worship was Sasha. Everything about her: her kind smile, her perfectly and uniquely beautiful face, her analytical shenanigans, her voice that sounded like how honey felt sliding down your throat. Almost a year of friendship, and every moment with her felt brand new.

All of a sudden, Sasha’s eyes snapped to somewhere behind Shea’s head, and her face fell. Shea had a feeling she knew what she was looking at, turning around to see a familiar camera nearing the coffee shop. Her heart dropped to her stomach, not wanting this paparazzi bitch to ruin the amazing day she’d planned for the two of them.

“Let’s go,” Sasha said hushedly, picking up her bag and completely ignoring her unfinished food and coffee mug.

Shea nodded, doing the same, a plastic cup filled with her frappuccino in one hand and Sasha’s own hand in the other. They’d held hands a few times, sure, but nothing beat the rush of interlacing her fingers with the shorter woman’s. She hadn’t really held her before, hadn’t cuddled or snuggled her often, but when she had Sasha’s dainty hand in hers it almost made up for every time she wanted to hug the breath out of her.

They raced down the street laughing, the entire situation almost comical. They looked like two crazy women, walking so fast it might have been classified as a jog and cackling like schoolgirls. But it felt right. As cheesy as that might sound, there wasn’t a better word for it. Familiar. Comfortable. Right.

Again, that was implying that everything didn’t feel right when Shea was with Sasha.

Shea led the other girl a few streets down, ducking behind a mahogany door and checking if the coast was clear. The pair found themselves in a small thrift shop—well, small was an understatement. It was a pretty big thrift shop. But it was quaint, and very artsy, very post-vintage. Very Sasha.

The designer, wearing her sunglasses to hopefully conceal her identity (some face mask, especially next to Shea, who forgot hers at home), looked at the shop in awe.

“Shea… where—”

“The internet,” the taller woman replied smugly.

“You went out of your way to find this for me?”

“It’s the least I can do,” she chuckled. “I wanted today to be fun for us.”

Sasha smirked. “With the camera creep on our tails?”

“More fun for us. Keeping you on your toes.”

The blonde laughed, a soft and knowing giggle. She perused the racks of clothing, feeling the fabric of every sleeve, every pant leg, tracing her fingers along the leather of heeled boots. Shea anticipated the well-dressed woman to pick up a garment multiple times, but she never did, not even the ones she thought were cute. Which left them for Shea, of course, but it also left her wondering what kept her from purchasing them. The designer was known to purchase both expensive and average priced clothes, Sasha caring more about the fit, the cut, the style more than who made it. But she was being extra picky today.

“Something on your mind?” Shea asked.

“No. Just… none of these are speaking to me.”

“Suit yourself,” the model clutched a fur jacket and a PVC skirt in her hands, ready to snag the cute plastic earrings at the cashier before checking out.

“Are you at least getting some inspo?” she asked again.

“Yes! I think. I don’t know. If it’s from this. I’m inspired, though. I’ve been inspired,” Sasha played with a lock of her curly blonde hair.

“By…”

“You.”

Shea smiled. “Me?” she mimicked Sasha’s earlier response.

“Shea,” the russian rolled her eyes. “Stop making fun of me when I confess my undying love,”

“Is that what we’re doing now?” Shea feigned surprise. “In the middle of the store?”

“Let’s buy you some lesbian earrings, I don’t think I’m going to get anything. Today,” she added.

It was when they were at the cash register when they simultaneously spotted the paparazzi—again. The same one. Across the street. Coming closer. Fuck.

Sasha bit her lip, not wanting to abandon the clothing Shea seemed so excited about. She didn’t have much time to think, so she mustered a “could you put these on hold? We’ll be back eventually,” before sliding the worker a twenty for their hassle. Whether or not they accepted that offer was yet to be found out, as Sasha and Shea were already out the door.

Their rush to escape the prying eyes of the cameraman took them to the metro, into a subway car, breathlessly plopping down in the only two open seats. Would either of their management teams let something like this occur? No.

Well. Too late. They were off, hopefully away from the paparazzi for good this time.

The pair kept their heads down in order to attempt to conceal their identities, as if that would do much on a crowded subway. But attempt was the key word in this situation. It didn’t stop them from stealing glances at each other the entire ride, smiling stupidly at absolutely nothing.

“So, Shea,” Sasha started.

“So, Sasha.”

“Where are we going?”

“Dummy, you’ll see, that’s the whole point.”

“You did not just call me a dummy.”

“What if I did, blondie?”

“Perpetuating not only female stereotypes, but hair color stereotypes? Tsk tsk,” Sasha shoved the taller woman’s arm lightly. Shea giggled in that full, sexy way that her voice always sounded, her voice trailing off into nothing, the pair falling into comfortable silence for a few moments.

“What?” Sasha asked, her voice laced with a joking tone.

“Nothing, I just like your face,” Shea replied with a wink.

“Oh my god, I swear I’m going to kill you one of these days,” Sasha rolled her eyes playfully, her cheeks flushing pink.

The train stopped, Shea perked up.

“This is us,” she said, her pearly white teeth peeking out from a satisfied smile.

Once again their hands interlaced in a gentle display of affection, Shea more familiar with public transport (despite a couple years of not using it) than Sasha, leading her through the complicated catacombs of the metro station.

They emerged in a park, and a smile immediately found itself creeping onto Sasha’s face. Reluctantly, they severed their skin-to-skin contact at the sight of the crowded lawn, Sasha dubitifully following Shea’s path.

Their altitude heightened and the amount of people decreased, and the sun shone bright on the two girls as the hill they climbed steepened.

Shea stopped, smiling at the sight of a familiar footpath.

“It’s still here!” She pointed out, mainly to herself, almost jogging through an overhang of trees.

Sasha scurried after her, the sun disappearing briefly behind the leaves before reappearing even brighter than before in a small, protected, deserted clearing, overlooking the entire city.

Shea stood at the edge, looking like nothing short of a painting with a slight breeze ruffling her long black hair, set against the picturesque landscape.

Sasha appeared behind her, the sunlight bringing out her rosy cheeks and freckles.

In that moment they were joined together in the same work of art.

“Shea, this is so beautiful,” was all Sasha could say.

“I came here to think when I was younger, after school. I kind of hated my friends. And then I met new ones, and then we came here at night and we drank and we smoked. And then, you’ll never guess,” Shea explained excitedly. Sasha hung onto her every word like it was gospel, wanting to retain every single slice of the taller girl’s life.

“I think I have some idea,” Sasha laughed.

“I had my first kiss here, too. Only good memories. I haven’t been back for a while, but I guess I just never found the need to.”

“We’re coming back, Shea. When we get chased by paparazzi, we’ll go here,” Sasha said, her eyes darting from the city to Shea and back again, not quite sure which sight was more beautiful.

They found themselves laying in the grass, side by side, staring up at the clouds. Cliche, but so, so wonderful.

“I’m just glad we ditched that creep,” Shea mused.

“I just— what does he want? What does he want out of seeing us together?” Sasha pursed her lips.

“I think you know just as well as I do.”

“Yeah, the fans get even more fuel for their shipping fire.”

“We are always together… “

“Of course, but we’re not together together.”

Pause.

Shea turned her head to Sasha, who was already looking at her.

“What if I wanted… to be together. Together,” the words weren’t exactly unplanned, but they still sounded alien to Shea’s lips.

“Shea—”

“No, it’s fine if you don’t. I just thought, natural progression.”

“Shea, oh my god, I think I love you,” Sasha’s warm hands were on Shea’s cheeks.

“Wh-” and the word was cut off by the most magical, euphoric, shiny sparkly fiery kiss that Shea had ever experienced in her life. The first thing she registered was the taste of coffee and vanilla still on Sasha’s lips. The second was each time their tongues found their way into the others mouth it an entire fireworks show exploded. The third was her arms snaking around the pale girl’s small waist and her own arms tracing up and down Shea’s side.

“I love you,” Sasha repeated against Shea’s lips, catching them between her own red-stained mouth.

“I love you, too, Sasha Velour. That’s what I wanted to say today. Thank you for making it easier,” Shea kissed the other girl’s nose.

“You put together this whole day for us, for it to get ruined, for you to bring me here?”

“We were coming here no matter what. Only good things happen here. Sasha, you’re the best thing yet.”

Sasha blushed, unabashedly now, then pressed another kiss onto Shea’s lips. She traced the side of the raven-haired woman’s face, Shea sighed into her mouth.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?” she asked, Sasha laughing at the obvious question.

“Nothing would make me happier. Really.”

The gaydar of the world was correct, it seemed, in picking soulmates in the two girls.

Under the light of the sun, in the grass, with the breeze sliding over their faces, they were Living & New.

——

The door clicked shut.

And Sasha’s pale, slender hand dropped from the handle. She turned around, eyes scanning the woman taking off her jacket.

Shea looked back with a smirk, finding it hilariously sexy when Sasha tried to give ‘the look.’

“There’s no need for bedroom eyes, we’re already in your bedroom.”

“Really? I would have never guessed,” the blonde teased as she took their coats and shoes and placed them by the door. They’d come in so excitedly that they headed straight for Sasha’s room without thinking.

“But it’s okay,” the taller woman padded over to Sasha, lifting her chin up to face her. “I like it here.”

“You’d better, especially since you’ll be here so often” Sasha leaned in close, her voice a playful whisper.

“Will I, now?”

“Hmm,” was the Russian’s response, as her lips were already interlocked with Shea’s.

Their lips moved together familiarly, the feel and taste of each other’s mouths still fresh in their memories. Almost immediately Shea’s hands reached for the hem of Sasha’s turtleneck, beckoning her to remove it, and Sasha smirked as she pushed Shea back onto the bed. The woman was silhouetted against the nighttime cityscape behind the bed — similarly to earlier that day at the park.

Sasha broke the kiss with a soft bite on Shea’s lip, wiggling out of the taller girl’s grasp. Shea made a noise in protest, but the blonde shushed her. She walked to the other side of the bed, so now her back was to the giant plexiglass window.

“You want my shirt off?” she teased, watching Shea scan over her quizzically.

The model nodded.

Sasha chuckled softly while slowly stripping off the cotton top. Her bra was lacy and white and pushed her breasts up slightly in a way that drove Shea mad. Shea crawled over the bed, beginning to unzip her own dress frantically.

“No, babe, wait,” Sasha smiled. “I thought you’d like a show.”

Shea’s eyes widened. “No way.”

“Yes way.”

“You spoil me,” she brought her hands to her heart. “This is so fucking sexy.”

The slight growl in the model’s voice sent a shock from the back of Sasha’s neck to her core. She fumbled with the zipper of her pencil skirt, trying her best to remove the stiff fabric in a provocative manner. Of course, the designer could fall flat on her face and Shea would still find it sexy, but Sasha was nothing if not a pleaser.

To Shea’s surprise and delight, Sasha was hiding a pair of matching white garters underneath the long skirt. All day. Just for her.

“Holy shit.”

“Like what you see?”

“Fuck, Sasha,” Shea raised a hand to beckon the shorter girl over. Her palms hovered over Sasha’s hips as she took the girl in entirely. “Can I—”

“Always,” Sasha bit her lip, brushing a finger through Shea’s dark hair.

Shea guided Sasha onto her lap, the motion causing her minidress to ride up as she pressed her lips onto Sasha’s once again. Kissing Shea was an experience that could only be described as heaven on Earth, her lips encapsulating the entirety of Sasha’s psyche, the way her tongue intertwined with hers intoxicating and addicting and beckoning to push deeper into the kiss. Her hands threaded their way through Shea’s long black hair while Shea’s roamed Sasha’s small frame, feeling every bit of soft exposed skin and every inch of scratchy lace.

Sasha felt Shea’s lithe fingers unclasp her bra, and hummed softly in affirmation as she let the other woman slide it off. Shea’s pillowy lips latched onto the crook of Sasha’s neck, tracing short and gentle kisses, sucks, licks, and bites down her clavicle. She looked up at Sasha to see her blue eyes blown out and dark, a pale finger swiping over her cheek and a smile creeping onto her stained-red lips. Shea smiled back mishieviously, taking the girl’s nipple in her mouth and swirled around the bud, her other hand cupping the other breast. Sasha let out a moan at the sensitive contact, greedily pushing the back of Shea’s head closer. Shea nibbled playfully in response and let out a muffled laugh into Sasha’s chest.

“You’re so needy!” she smiled. She pulled back and continued to knead the other woman’s breasts.

“Shea, I made a mistake,” Sasha bit her lip. Shea confusedly paused, worry glazing her expression.

“Baby, are you okay?”

Sasha couldn’t stop herself from grinning foxily. “I shouldn’t have got you so worked up, now I have to wait for you to fuck me.”

Shea snort-laughed, her hands instinctively reaching out and touching Sasha’s arms. “You little shit! Get on your back already!”

Sasha contentedly obliged, getting comfortable at the head of the bed. Shea took off her dress in the meantime, crawling in between Sasha’s legs.

“Is this better, my fair lady?” Shea asked sarcastically.

“Yes… but….”

“But….”

“Your mouth is up here, and not down there!”

“I hate you.”

“I love you!”

Shea smirked and crashed her lips on Sasha’s once again, her hands gripping at the hem of the pale girl’s underwear and shimmying it lower. She disconnected the kiss and stripped the rest of Sasha’s garters off, taking a moment to admire the woman laid before her. Sasha was thin, with toned arms from her hours of drawing and sewing, broad shoulders and smaller breasts and a tiny waist. Her skin was airbrush-smooth, and freckles dusted her collarbone and shoulders and thighs. Shea wanted to kiss every little spot on her body.

“You are so beautiful,” Shea breathed.

“I’m beautiful for a mere mortal, but that’s nothing next to a goddess like you.”

Shea’s cheeks grew warm, the praise making her heady. “If I’m Aphrodite, you’re nothing short of Athena.”

“The lesbian love story the Greeks didn’t deserve,” Sasha laughed. Her hands were kneading at the sheets under her, and although Shea could tell she was trying to be intelligent in the moment, she was obviously growing impatient. Shea looked down and could see the wetness coating Sasha’s pussy and had to hold back a chuckle at how well the girl was holding herself back.

Conversation ceased as Shea leaned down, fulfilling her self-promise and kissing up Sasha’s milky thighs, nearing closer to where Sasha wanted her the most. Shea avoided it, kissing around her pelvis and nipping where the skin was soft. Again, her mouth drew nearer and Sasha whimpered.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Shea…”

The model looked up with a glint in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Sasha, you’re with me. You don’t have to be so uptight, especially not now.” She kissed right on top of her clit. Sasha whined.

“What do you want me to do, baby?”

“Just—just… you know, just—”

“I don’t know,” Shea smirked.

“Goddamnit, just eat me out already!”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, princess.”

And Shea was licking languidly down Sasha’s folds, savoring the way she tasted and going back for more. She probed around her entrance, the soft sounds Sasha was making before gradually growing into prolonged moans. The designer’s voice wasn’t high pitched naturally, so it translated into musical and full sounds under Shea’s touch and Shea couldn’t get her unique moaning out of her brain. She flattened her tongue against her clit and immediately a strangled ‘mmph’ sounded above and two small hands found themselves buried in Shea’s hair.

Shea licked, pressing harder with each pass as Sasha got more and more worked up. Her voice was breathy and her hips were bucking off of the mattress and her head was turned to the side, and she just looked so pretty with the sheen of sweat coating her forehead and her hair around her head in a curly halo.

Sasha’s hands roamed to her own breasts, the motion being impossible to hold back as she kneaded them in time with Shea’s mouth. The taller woman hoisted Sasha’s thighs upwards and continued to lick, sucking over and over again at her clit, now at a better angle.

Sasha’s thighs were trembling as the pressure in her lower abdomen increased, her calves spasming as the sensations became too much to handle. She couldn’t stop herself—even if she wanted to— from letting obscene, low, drawn out sounds escape her throat. Shea’s mouth felt too good to suppress it, and Sasha was willing to let it go for once. If not for her own good, for Shea.

Sasha tried to catch her bottom lip in between her teeth, but as soon as she bit it another shock of Shea’s tongue brought out another moan and her head was knocked back and her lips open.

It was when Shea heard her name being yelped over and over that she knew Sasha was close, and registered that she herself was probably dripping wet. If the nonverbal sounds turned Shea on, her own name almost sent her over the edge.

Shea brought her hand up to gently hover around Sasha’s entrance, continuing her assault on her clit.

“S-sh-oh my god, oh my fuck-” was something along the lines of what Sasha rambled on about, gasping for air as her orgasm reached it’s very climax. Shea felt her tense briefly, before her entire body relaxed and Sasha was muttering softly and finally breathing regularly again.

Shea’s mouth was swollen, her tongue sore, her body tired. She fell beside Sasha on the pillows, turning and watching as the blonde regained her senses. She was a vision, wrapped up in the sheets with her makeup smudges and her eyes half shut and tired. Suddenly, she seemingly remembered something and turned to Shea.

“Do you need me to, now?”

“What, fuck me?” Shea smiled. Sasha nodded.

Shea looked down at herself. She was wet, that fact was undeniable. She was also tired, but as her arm tingled at Sasha’s feather-light touch, her energy inconspicuously returned.

Shea kissed Sasha softly, all lips and no teeth, as Sasha’s hand made its way lower and lower. Sasha cherished Shea as if she was a goddess — well, to her, she was. She wanted to feel every part of her warm skin, register it’s softness and make sure it was real and that the beautiful woman lying beside her was, in fact, tangible. Sasha caressed her thigh and moved inward, trying to fit her dainty hand in between Shea’s thighs.

Shea’s breath hitched when Sasha’s fingers hovered over her clit, and she gave the other woman more space so her hand would slip lower. Sasha gently slid her hand through Shea’s already-slick folds, and a little whimper drew itself from Shea’s throat.

“You sound so pretty, Shea,” Sasha’s voice was soft.

“I-” Shea was interrupted by her own whine as Sasha pressed against her clit. “Not as g-good as—fuck—you, I bet.”

“I beg to differ,” Sasha replied with a smirk and a breathy tone, massaging small circles now. Their faces were nearly touching, but Shea threw her head back now, mouth stuck in an ‘o.’

“Aah—agree to disagree-ohh-” Shea looked back with wide eyes. “Right there, fuck, that feels so good,” her hips were doing their best to grind forward, knocking into Sasha’s pelvis a little.

Sasha had an idea, then.

“Darling, prop yourself up,” she smiled, planting a quick kiss on her forehead. Shea only had it in her to follow Sasha’s orders without a word.

With some maneuvering, Sasha managed to hook a leg over Shea’s and entangle herself in the other woman so that she could feel the heat from her sex on her own. Shea understood the scenario exactly, a giddy smile plastered on her face.

“Sash, you know me too well.”

With a considerable amount of effort, Sasha managed to bring their genitals into contact, and the sounds that escaped both women’s lips could have come straight out of a porno.

As they grinded in time, rubbing their pussies together, feeling probably the best they’d ever had ever and completely disregarding a need for lube because they were already wet anyway, they wondered why the hell they hadn’t thought of scissoring before.

“Holy shit, Sasha, if I’d had known, fuck,” Shea tried to get out, but the pressure or Sasha against her clit just drowned out the words.

Sasha was basically post-verbal at this point— quite an achievement for someone such as herself— and she grabbed into Shea’s thigh in a vain attempt to ground herself. A feeling like this made her feel so high she wasn’t sure she’d come back down.

And so their cunts rubbed together, the only sound in the entire large three-story house the almost-hypersexual moans of the pair as those grew louder and closer to screams than anything.

“Shea, Shea, Shea, I-I think, oh god I’m going to—” Sasha frantically jerked her hips and yelled her relief as her second orgasm tore through her. The rush of fluid onto Shea’s pussy was enough to get her throbbing, and it wasn’t long before she finally got her release, shouting Sasha’s name.

The next few moments were a blur, the two women beyond spent, muscles sore and heads light. Apparently they both managed to hobble to the bathroom and tidy themselves up a bit, because the next thing Sasha fully registered was cuddling into Shea’s side. Shea didn’t even get that far, the moment her head touched her pillow, she was fast asleep.

Moonlight mixed with the lights of the city, basking the entire room in a periwinkle afterglow. It was entirely possible someone in one of the high-rise apartments across the street saw their whole ordeal, and the thought made Sasha laugh. If they’d known who they were, if they’d known what Sasha and Shea were doing, their lives would be over. The only thing that meant more to Sasha than Shea herself was Sasha’s work, her designs. To have that taken away was impossible, and she knew Shea felt the same about walking a runway.

Sasha squeezed Shea. In the privacy of her home, she could get used to this. In the light of the stars there was nobody to stop them from loving each other. No prying eyes and paparazzi stalkers. It was Sasha and Shea. And during the day, they could both have what they loved.

It was give and take. It was upsetting. But it was life, and the comfort of seeing each other after a hard days work made it all worth it, somehow,

Living in the sunlight, Loving in the moonlight.

#rpdr fanfiction #sasha velour #shea coulee #sashea #song fic #lesbian au #fluff #smut #model x designer au #chae #submission

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Cold, Getting Warmer

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Content Includes: Hypothermia, Remy being a smart idiot, cuddling for warmth, nonbinary!Roman Pairings: Losleep, Royality Summary: It's New Year's Eve. And while the year will always change eventually, some things never do Like how stupid Remy can be in the pursuit of the simpler things in life

Logan knew many things to be factually true. The sun rises and declares the morning from the east, and it sets and brings about nightfall in the west. There were seven continents. Human thigh bones were stronger than concrete.

There were also many things he knew to be true even without metaphorically cold, hard facts to support him. Pluto was a planet. Crofter’s was the best jelly in the world. And his boyfriend was never the smartest person in any room- even if he was the only one there.

Logan didn’t mean it as a slight to Remy, he really didn’t- Remy was clever, had a great memory (especially for stars and Logan’s favorite things), was brilliant at tearing apart and putting back together just about any machine you handed him.

But common sense-wise? Well, he wasn’t necessarily lacking in it, so much as he had a tendency to ignore it.

A lot.

So when Logan found their house lacking in his sleep-deprived partner, but not in his beloved leather jacket (which was draped carelessly over the back of their couch), he knew Remy was off doing something inarguably foolish.

He gave Remy the benefit of the doubt for a few hours, however. Sometimes his boyfriend was off doing good stupid things. And Logan didn’t want to be overbearing. Remy was his own adult, and he had the right to make his own horrible decisions.

After an hour or so, however, with the weather outside getting only worse- light flurries turned into thick snow fall, the temperature only continuing to plummet- the left behind jacket became more and more worrisome. Remy wore his jacket everywhere- why would he leave it behind? Especially today, when he really could use every protection from the cold?

As soon as Logan started entertaining that thought, he knew his attempt to let Remy be responsibly stupid were forfeit. He tried to push it off for a few minutes, but there was something to be said about anxiety running in his family (for the best example, see his brother, one of his nicknames literally being ‘anxiety’), and the possibilities that abandoned jacket offered were not ones Logan was willing to risk becoming true.

Logan pulled on his winter coat, adding a scarf and gloves while he stuffed Remy’s into his pockets. He put on his boots as he grabbed his boyfriend’s jacket, grabbed a few heating packs just to be safe, and set out.

Despite his preparations to the opposite, however, Logan didn’t have to travel far to find Remy. He was only a few steps outside when he spotted him, his boyfriend pressed against the side of their house only a stone’s throw away from the door. His face was pressed against the wall, sunglasses completely slipped down his nose, revealing that his eyes were closed. He looked small like that, sitting in snow up to his waist, only in a t-shirt and jeans and yet only shaking a little bit.

Logan felt his breath catch in his throat, every detail about Remy’s condition categorizing itself in his mind until only one word remained: hypothermia.

After all, he had been (presumably) outside for over an hour, in minimal protective clothing, and now he appeared to be asleep, barely shaking despite how frigid it was, and what if he had been out here too long, how long had he been sleeping, would he even wake up,

Logan shook his head, hard. He couldn’t let himself think like that, at least not until he had properly accessed Remy’s condition. He quickly made his way over to his boyfriend, crouching down the moment he was next to Remy. He picked up his wrist, checking his pulse. About sixty-four beats per minute. Not great, but not extremely worrisome. Yet.

Moving his hand from Remy’s wrist to his own hand, slowly rubbing at his fingers and trying to get warmth back into them before they turned blue, Logan reached out his other hand to cup Remy’s cheek, gently shaking him. “Remy? Remy, can you hear me?”

Immediately, Remy’s eyes fluttered open, blinking at Logan in confusion as Remy struggled to focus on Logan. When he did, a wide grin broke over Remy’s face, and before Logan could react his boyfriend was throwing himself at Logan, head awkwardly smashing into Logan’s neck, arms loosely but energetically wrapping around Logan.

“There you are.” Remy mumbled into Logan’s neck. “‘Was waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me?” Logan repeated as his hands started to run up and down Remy’s back. He was nearly frozen, his back covered in goosebumps Logan could feel through his shirt, and his arms felt like ice cubes pressed against Logan. “Why were you waiting for me? Were you locked out?”

“Nah.” Remy answered. “‘Was waiting for you.”

Logan frowned. That wasn’t helpful. Or comforting. “Alright.” He said, letting the matter drop for the moment. His top priority was getting Remy warm. “Can you stand?”

“With help.” Remy told him, wiggling his hips for emphasis. “I’m a lil’ trapped.”

“Alright.” Logan repeated as he nodded, looking at the room around Remy’s hips- or, better put, the lack of it. The snow had likely built up around him while he had been out here.

It took Logan a minute to free Remy, digging out a little room for him before standing up and pulling him to his feet. To Logan’s surprise, Remy’s legs did have a bit of feeling still in them, despite having been trapped beneath the snow for who-knows-how-long. Knowing this, Logan pulled one of Remy’s arms over his shoulder, taking his hand and sliding his other arm over Remy’s shoulders as well, allowing Remy to lean heavily on him as they slowly but surely made their way back to the front door.

Once inside, Logan guided Remy to the couch, unconcerned with getting it wet or messy as he placed his boyfriend on it. He settled Remy against it before disappearing for a few seconds, running to grab clothes for Remy to change into. He came away with fuzzy coffee pj pants he was certain were Remy’s, a NASA shirt that was his but easy to grab, and some mismatched socks.

As easy as it was to collect a change of clothes, getting Remy’s current ones off was about ten times harder. The shirt came off alright once Remy actually cooperated with Logan. The pants, damp and half-frozen, were much more of a fight, but eventually they came off (not without a substantial amount of effort on Logan’s behalf, however).

Remy was much more willing to be put into the change of clothes, happily running his fingers over the fuzz of his pj pants and seeming very excited to get to wear one of Logan’s shirts (despite the fact that he stole one of them every other day of the week). For a almost-should-be-dead man, Logan reflected, Remy sure was cute.

Actually putting the shirt on Remy turned out to be a minor challenge, not because Remy resisted the action, but because he immediately latched onto Logan when he got close enough to pull the shirt over Remy’s messy brown curls. Normally, Logan would have indulged the spontaneous cuddling, but he still needed to make Remy some tea and ransack the house for blankets.

Knowing he would be able to cuddle with Remy in ten minutes, after he had collected the necessary supplies, didn’t make having to pull himself away from his boyfriend any easier. Logan was already in a hurry to get everything done, but the puppy eyes Remy was giving him, fully unleashed since his sunglasses had been aside, gave him the spur of energy he needed to get everything together in just over five minutes.

“Logannnnnnnnnnnn.” Remy whined as Logan plopped several blankets on top of him, pulling them around his shoulders and twisting them around him completely. Of course, they wouldn’t help much until Remy was producing his own heat to be trapped, but the tea was almost ready, and once Logan had that he was more than happy to act as his boyfriend’s source of heat.

“Yes?” Logan asked as he avoided another arm trying to prematurely trap him in cuddles.

“Why won’t you hooooooold meeeeeeee.”

“Because your tea’s not done yet.” Logan responded as he stopped for a moment, pressing a hand against Remy’s chest. It was still unnaturally cold to the touch. “And I am well-aware that once I start holding you, you will not let me leave to get the tea. So you have to wait a little longer.”

Remy scowled at that but didn’t respond, instead choosing to grab Logan’s hand, holding it in both of his, seemingly happy with the moment of compromise. Logan sighed.

“I just don’t know what happened.” He said, not really expecting a response from Remy. Not yet, anyways. “You never go anywhere without your jacket. Why did you leave it behind this time?”

Remy hummed. “Left it on purpose. Duh.”

Logan’s eyebrows raised at that. “You- You what?”

Before Remy could respond, the shriek of the kettle sounded off in the background, prompting Logan to (gently) pry his hand away from Remy. “I’ll be right back.” He promised before hurrying over to get the kettle, pouring the water and plunking in the tea bag as quickly as he could manage without burning himself. He quickly got back to Remy, who was still looking annoyed over Logan once more abandoning him.

“You better be here to stay this time.” Remy said as Logan approached, pouting. Logan chuckled as he pressed the mug into Remy’s hands.

“Don’t drink that yet.” He ordered. “The tea bag needs to soak, but the external warmth it can provide you will be good for you in the meanwhile.” He explained as he moved the blankets around just enough to slip into them himself, having long ago shed his winter gear. As soon as he had tucked them both back completely into the blanket pile, Remy shoved himself into Logan’s chest, careful to not spill his drink as he pressed himself as close to Logan as physically possible.

“You’re warmer.” Remy murmured, and Logan’s mouth quirked into a smile.

“I’m not surprised.” He admitted, wrapping his arms around Remy, gently running them over his back, trying to warm up the blood there.

Silence stretched between them for a minute or so, Remy content to just rest against Logan. Eventually, however, Logan broke it, asking, “Remy… what did you mean when you said you left the house without your jacket on purpose?”

“I meant what I said, babes.” Remy responded, and Logan took a little bit of comfort in the fact that he was once more using nicknames, though not much in his response itself.

“Why didn’t you take your jacket with you if you were heading outside?” Logan pressed. “It’s too cold to be out without something, Remy, you know that. And you were outside for so long- why didn’t you ring the doorbell? Or knock on a window?”

“I already told you. I was out there on purpose.” Remy replied easily.

Logan frowned. “Why? Were you looking for something?”

Remy shrugged his shoulders by a fraction. “You could say that.”

“But with it so cold- why would you go looking for something without your jacket?! And how would you find anything just… sitting in the snow?”

“Well, I wasn’t sitting the entire time.” Remy defended. “I walked around at first. But you were taking forever to come looking for me, so eventually I got tired and, yes, I sat down.”

“To come looking for you…” Logan paused, frown deepening. “Remy, what were you looking for?”

Remy didn’t respond, only tilting his head a bit to look up more fully at Logan.

“Remy.” Logan repeated. “What were you looking for?”

“...Cuddles.”

Logan didn’t respond to that for a moment, instead just blinking in bewilderment at his boyfriend, who was still looking at him as if he were innocent. “You-” Logan started, stopped himself, blinked some more, and tried again, “You gave yourself hypothermia so I’d cuddle you?!”

“I didn’t give myself hypothermia.” Remy protested. “I just… encouraged my core temperature to do the metaphorical limbo.”

“Remy!”

“Alright, alright, I might have given myself hypothermia. Just a little bit.”

‘Why?!” Logan demanded. “If you wanted to cuddle you could have just asked!”

“There’s no fun in that.” Remy replied lightly, despite the fact that this was what Logan would consider a very serious situation. “And this way I knew you’d have to cuddle me instead of doing something stupid like working.”

“My work isn’t stupid.” Logan defended, though he didn’t know why that mattered in the moment. The response was more instinctual than anything.

“I know, hun, I know.” Remy assured him. “But you trying to do it on New Year’s Eve is. So I had to find a way to drag you from it. Plus, cuddles are, like, scientifically proven to be better when there’s more of a heat difference.”

“That’s not science.” Logan corrected, the shock in his voice beginning to fully fall away into unabashed worry. “What’s science is the fact that what you did was stupid.”

“That sounds like an opinion to me, really.”

“An opinion based in solid fact.” Logan replied, voice softening as he continued, “You could have given yourself serious hypothermia doing that, or a bad case of frostbite, or- Remy, you could have die-”

“Hey, none of that now.” Remy cut Logan off before he could finish, sitting up a bit so he was more at eye level with his boyfriend. “I wasn’t going to die. I’m not that stupid.”

“But you could have.” Logan insisted. Remy shook his head.

“No, I couldn’t have.” Remy said. “Cold-blood runs in the family, sugar; why do you think I wear my jacket everywhere? I know how to handle myself in the cold. I was being perfectly safe while I was being stupid.”

“And if something had gone wrong?” Logan pushed. He was still holding Remy, but his grip was tighter now, the weight of what had happened hitting him harder than he would have preferred to admit to. “Then what?”

“I would have gotten you.”

“And how would you have done that? Your phone was in your jacket pocket, and you got yourself stuck in the snow. If I hadn’t come out for you-”

“I still would have been fine.” Remy interrupted him, one hand moving from holding his tea mug to cupping one of Logan’s cheeks. The touch was warm, mostly due to the warmth of the mug, but Logan was hopeful to say at least a little of it was Remy’s natural warmth finally starting to come back to him. “You’re trying to make all the ‘what-if’s’ worse than they were or are, sweetheart.”

“I’m trying to prove a point.” Logan replied.

Remy just hummed. “But you can’t. Because I was being safe. I was purposeful when I sat down. I was right underneath the window to the living room, where you always sit when you’re worried about me but don’t want to chase after me if I’m just doing normal stupid things. If I had started to feel warm or anything else warning-flag-y I would’ve knocked on the glass, and you would’ve come out and saved me like the perfect princely boyfriend you are.”

Logan managed a small smile at that. “That’s Patton’s partner. And the two of them are coming over tonight to watch the ball drop with us, I must remind you.”

Remy moved the hand cupping Logan’s cheek to press a finger firmly into Logan’s chest. “You have more royalty in your pinkie than Roman does in their entire body, darling. And you’re prettier. And smarter. And I’m pretty sure stronger. Oh, and definitely cuter.”

“You are trying to avoid the points of importance.”

“Every point I just made were, by themselves, more important than literally anything else in the entire world, coffee included.” Remy countered, though the finger he had been poking into Logan’s chest was replaced by Remy simply pressing his palm against his chest instead. “And Roman and Patton are always touchy feely. I don’t care if they have to deal with us cuddling while they’re here.”

“And if I mind?” Logan asked, teasingly.

“Then I guess it sucks to be you, buttercup.” Remy answered, finally taking a sip of his tea as he snuggled up even closer to Logan. “Because I am still very, very cold, and I think I will be for the rest of the year.”

“Ha ha.” Logan deadpanned, one of his hands pushing up the edge of Remy’s shirt, running along his skin. Though he was beginning to warm up, Remy was still much colder than Logan ever wanted his boyfriend to be. Logan started to rub circles into Remy’s skin, prompting his boyfriend to tilt his head back up at him once more.

“Don’t do that again.” Logan said quietly, looking more at Remy’s shoulder than his face. He could still see the soft smile that graced Remy’s face, however, laced with fondness and the slightest regret.

“I won’t.” Remy promised just as quietly, pressing his head against Logan’s neck reassuringly, his skin still cold but getting steadily warmer. “Promise.”

Logan just hummed at that, but it was a good hum as he slightly tugged Remy even closer, his boyfriend more or less in his lap at this point as he attempted to fully surround Remy in warmth.

And Logan was forced to admit that, for all the stupidity that had lead up to it, Remy might have a point about the best cuddles having a heat difference.

By the time their guests were ringing the doorbell, night had fallen, and both Logan and Remy were in (more or less) the exact same positions they had been ten hours ago

They had done a bit of moving around in that time, of course, but with Logan’s desire to keep Remy cocooned and warm and Remy making Logan leaving him alone an Olympic sport, instances of them moving were few and far between. They had gotten up for a couple of assorted bathroom breaks, and Logan twice to get snacks, but that was about it. Their life for the last day of the year had mostly been cuddling, snacking, and watching the first season of Elementary.

The pattern didn’t change when they heard the knock- Logan calling out, “Come in!” while Remy fumbled for the remote, switching the tv over to the Ball Drop festivities. The doorknob turned and the door pressed open, having been left unlocked in Logan’s earlier haste to take care of Remy.

“The party has arrived!” Roman exclaimed as they threw open the door, a few grocery bags hanging off of one arm and Patton on their other, both of them smiling broadly.

Logan turned to face them, looking unimpressed. “You’re late. The Ball’s only a few minutes from dropping.” He said, Remy half-waving at the guests, still pressed against Logan’s chest while he lectured their late arrivals.

“We’re arriving fashionably late.” Roman explained away while Patton closed the door. One of Roman’s eyebrows raised in amusement when they fully realized the position Logan and Remy were in. “Are we interrupting something?”

“Only the peaceful silence you always seem to be at war with.” Logan replied, smirking when Roman looked offended. “My boyfriend gave himself hypothermia earlier today. I am simply ensuring his core temperature remains at a steady and healthy temperature.”

“Hypothermia?!” Patton repeated worriedly, detaching himself from Roman to move over to the bundled-up boyfriends. He worriedly placed a hand on Remy’s forehead, which had by then regained its usual temperature of slightly cool to the touch.

“He’s alright now, Patton, no need to be distressed.” Logan assured him, even as the self-deemed Dad Friend still fretted over the fact that Remy was vaguely cool. “He just refuses to let me leave him alone.”

“If he tries to stop cuddling me I start whining aggressively and annoyingly.” Remy confirmed, snuggling closer to Logan’s chest to prove his point. “I plan to start the New Year in the arms of the best person to literally ever exist.”

“Patton is right there.” Roman pointed out as they dropped their grocery bags on the coffee table in front of Logan and Remy. They wrapped around Patton from behind, managing to get a little squeak of joy from their boyfriend despite his worrying over Remy as Roman added, “And I’m right behind him.”

Remy stared Roman down. “I am well aware.”

“Nerd, I hate to inform you that your boyfriend is an idiot, but considering he just dared to say you are better than both me and my sunshine, I have concluded that he must be.” Roman said in mock offense, refusing to look at Remy.

“Oh, Remy is an idiot.” Logan agreed, getting a faux shocked gasp from said boyfriend before he continued, “But he is right in that aspect.”

Roman’s look of offense only grew. “I can’t believe you both insulted the love of your life and became an idiot yourself.”

“It’s not an insult if it’s true.” Logan countered. “How do you think Remy got hypothermia?”

Roman shrugged. “By getting cold.”

Logan looked at them, unamused by their broad grin at what they clearly thought was a clever answer, before answering correctly, “By going outside without his jacket and wandering aimlessly in the cold and snow until I dragged him back inside.”

Both Roman and Patton’s eyes widened at this revelation, turning to look at an unashamed Remy. “You did what?!” Patton demanded. Remy just smirked at him.

“You heard my man.” He said, casually leaning his head back on Logan’s shoulder. “I went right on out and froze myself.”

“And, pray tell, why did you think this was a wise decision?” Roman asked incredulously.

“Oh, I didn’t.” Remy admitted easily. “I just thought it was the decision that was most likely to get me a lot of cuddles. And look where I am now! Living the life.”

Logan shook his head slightly, though he looked amused. “He is incredibly lucky that I love him, despite his complete lack of common sense.”

Remy turned his head slightly to the side so that he could press a small kiss against Logan’s chin. “Well I already knew that, Procyon. Anyone’d be lucky to attract the love of a star.”

Logan’s cheeks faintly tinged red at that. “Oh, hush you.” He ordered quietly, though he followed it by pressing a kiss to Remy’s forehead and smiling at him.

While they were distracted with each other, Roman nodded to themself, slowly letting go of Patton as they snuck backwards towards the front door. “That’s gay guys, really gay.”

“We are plenty aware.” Remy said as he reached up, tangling his hands in Logan’s hair and beginning to comb through it. “And where are you going, Mx. Gayest-of-them-all? The Ball’s about to drop.”

“Oh, I’m just going to step outside for a moment.” Roman said easily, taking another step backwards even as the entire group turned to look at them. “Think I… left something in the car.”

“Ro-Ro.” Patton said, an eyebrow raising. “Sweetie, did you really leave something in the car?”

Roman didn’t respond, standing in place for a moment, staring at the others with a blank face before they darted for the door, clearly inspired by Remy’s tale of frozen cuddles. Before either Remy or Logan could say anything, or Roman could reach the door, however, Patton had flung himself across the room, slamming into Roman’s back and taking them both down a few feet from the door. Roman had thrown their hands out ahead of them in time, luckily, catching both of them from being actually hurt when they hit the ground.

Patton’s arms snaked around Roman’s chest, rolling over and sitting up as he did so, ending up with Roman held firmly against his chest and and in his lap. “Nope!” He declared, setting his head on top of Roman’s. “You are not giving yourself hypothermia too!”

“But Patton!! Cuddles!!” Roman whined, attempting to escape Patton’s grasp and failing miserably. Patton only pulled them closer to his chest before standing up, eliciting a yelp from Roman as he used his tight grip on Roman to carry them all the way over to the couch. Patton sat down on the end opposite of Logan and Remy, ignoring their matching amused smirks as he set Roman back down in his lap, hold on them still gentle but tough.

“You can have all the cuddles you want without getting yourself sick.” Patton berated lightly, moving to tuck Roman closer against him, pressing a small kiss into their hair as he did so.

“But- but Patton, the drama!” Roman protested, seemingly not content with the fact that they had already gotten the cuddles they sought, now focused on the dramatics and fanfare of nearly freezing to death instead. Remy chuckled as the couple play fought, which mostly involved Roman trying and failing to escape Patton’s arms.

“Do you think they’ve noticed…?” Remy asked his own boyfriend, glancing over at the tv screen that was now counting down the final minute of the year, the Ball having begun to make its annual descent.

Logan watched the ‘quarreling’ couple for a moment before he answered, noticing how Roman’s eyes were focused on the door whereas Patton’s were flashing between the countdown and his beloved. “I think one of them does, yes, but not the oh-so-charming prinx.”

“Good.” Remy said. “I like when they get their romance thrown in their own face. If we get lucky, Roman will be so caught off guard they’ll be quiet for the rest of the night.”

“Now that would be a true New Year’s miracle.” Logan commented with a grin.

“Y’know what else would be a true New Year’s miracle?” Remy asked as he shifted, moving so that he was more facing Logan, loosely draping his arms over Logan’s shoulders. He cocked his head to the side and smirked. “Getting kissed by a star.”

Logan smirked right back at Remy, well aware the count-down was approaching its final ten seconds as he tugged his boyfriend closer. He stopped barely a breath from Remy’s lips, waiting for the year to truly begin as he filled the final few seconds with a murmured, “Then I must be the most miraculous man in the world, getting to kiss you every day.”

And if Remy turned a shade red at that, that was alright, because then there was an explosion of noise crackling from the tv just as Logan closed the rest of the gap between them, and both of them were entirely too busy paying attention to their first kiss of the year than silly details.

And if that meant they missed the moment where Patton cut Roman off halfway through another ridiculous explanation about why Patton really should let them go freeze for just a few minutes with a kiss, Roman too distracted to respond outside of kissing him back, perfectly red by the time Patton pulled back, grinning from ear to ear as he peppered his partner’s still shocked face with even more kisses, than that was alright too.

After all, it was just the beginning of the year. There’d be plenty of time for more kisses, blushes, and flusters to come.

#speed running this so it can be out at exactly midnight sdhdsjc #happy new years' y'all #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #ts sleep #ts remy #losleep #royality #fanfic #fanfiction #ts sides #sander sides #cold getting warmer

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gbbo au, part 1

i’ve been thinking about this for a whole year and now the au idea got even better so you know what, i’m just gonna do it, cause i miss mika and bucky A Whole Lot. this is completely self indulgent and unedited and just for fun. So here we go!

note: i’m not gonna add like, the real contestants on this season. cause like, they’re real people. and that’s a lil weird.

another note: i have no idea how the competition is run, how the baking bubble works, or really what’s going on. i’m winging it and having a great time.

week one: cake week

This was, no doubt, the longest two weeks of her life.

Mika wasn’t sure how she, an expat from a little town in Romania, had gotten chosen for The Great British Bake Off. Or Bake Off, as everyone called it. Apparently, being in the UK implied the Great British part.

Thanks to the stupid plague running rampant around the world, the contestants were invited to actually live at the Bake Off this year - at least, until they were removed from the competition. She hadn’t actually got to meet any of the contestants yet, since they were stuck quarantining in their little flats. They’d tested her when she’d first gotten there of course - negative, thank God - and every couple days since. She’d seen a few people leave under the cover of night, a car taking them away from the Baking Bubble. She wondered how many people were in the building, and if one day they would come in and tell her that sorry, you’re still negative for coronavirus, but you actually placed thirteenth in the ranking so you need to leave now.

But then, she got an email. A wonderful, glorious email.

Congratulations, Mika! You are a final contestant on The Great British Bake Off!

She wasn’t quite sure what it said after that - something about logistics and contacts and services and what not - all she knew was that she had to get to work. Now.

The next few days were a flurry of flour and frantic phone calls and internet searches, and as slow as the quarantine period had been, those few days flew by fast. She began to see inklings of other people then; one man got up and went for a run about the time she was sipping on her first cup of coffee. The woman next door practiced yoga on the balcony. At one point, a distinct burning smell emanated from the floors below her. They were all here, and all ready to bake.

She chose her outfit carefully. She needed to feel confident, but also comfortable. So she slid on jeans and boots, and eventually decided on a printed top her sister had given her, hoping it would remind her to just have fun. After all, Nicoletta was the one who signed her up for this in the first place, and was also the inspiration for her first Signature Challenge.

Interviews were first. It was chilly outside, and just a little breezy, so she slid on a leather jacket. Her mother would hate that she wore it, but it was her favorite, and made her feel much cooler and more hard core than she actually was. Down the lawn, Morning Jogger was also in his interview. He looked rather calm and collected, with his flannel and man bun and hand tucked into his pocket. Lucky duck. She turned her attention back in front of her. The interviewer asked a few introductory questions to get her acclimated to the camera in her face; it helped if she just talked to him, rather than to the lens. He assured her that was just fine.

“So, how are you feeling about starting the Bake Off?” he asked, finally getting into the nitty-gritty.

“Terrified.” she said immediately, giggling nervously after that. God, she hoped she came across as endearing rather than annoying. That road was a dangerous one to go down, so she took a sharp left. “But I’m so excited to finally get in there and see if I’m any good, or if my friends and family have been lying this whole time.”

That would be the nugget they used for her introduction. As expected, her mother wouldn’t care for it. But her sister thought she was cute and that her hair looked extra glossy, which was always a plus.

She finally got to go into the tent, glad she’d chosen to wear sturdy shoes instead of heels because her legs felt like they were made of jelly. And not even the good jelly like she made - the jelly her friend Elena made, which usually ended up being more of a soak for toast. Morning Jogger was also there, stationed at the back right bench, tapping the fingers of his right hand against the butcher block surface.

His left arm, however, was suspiciously missing.

Mika caught herself staring, her eyes flicking up to his before dropping with her chagrin. Get a grip, girl. It’s not like he was the first amputee she’d ever seen! Just the first on the Bake Off. She kept her eyes down as she went to her bench, which of course was right next to his. Dammit.

“Back of the class kids, huh?” he said. When she gave him a hesitant smile, he added, “It’s okay, I know it’s a shock.” His voice was quiet, but somehow still confident. She instantly knew that he was way tougher than she would ever be.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.” she said, looking at him again and owning up to her mistake. He shrugged.

“It happens.” he said. He didn’t sound sad, or angry. It was just matter-of-fact.

“I’m Mika,” she said, changing the topic. “What’s your name?”

“Technically, James Barnes.” he said, then added, “But my friends call me Bucky.”

“Are we friends, James Bucky Barnes?” she asked with a perked eyebrow, amazed that she was able to flirt with someone at a time like this. Arm or no arm, he was very handsome. He smirked, apparently happy with her response.

“Perhaps not yet.” he said. “I guess we’re enemies for now.”

“Then are you ready to battle?” she said, trying to be extra dramatic in an effort to make his smile bigger. It worked.

“I think I’m ready, but I feel like I’m forgetting something.” he said, glancing down at the place where he used to have another hand. She snorted in laughter once before covering her mouth with her hand.

“I feel like I’m not supposed to laugh at that.” she said, her voice muffled.

“Please laugh, otherwise I’ll be too embarrassed to bake.” he said, his expression making her give in to the humor. Nerves also helped that, but she would never admit it. He gave her a conspiratory smile that she returned; now she understood how the contestants all seemed like allies.

The other contestants trickled in, and Mika felt a weird sense of protectiveness every time people spotted his arm, or lack thereof. He took it all in stride; she wondered how many times a day he got looks like that. Of course, she didn’t have time to ask, because before she knew it, the judges and hosts stood in a line at the front of the tent, welcoming them all to the competition. She hadn’t realized that there would be a new host this year, and she was grateful that the hosts managed to break some of the tension in the room. Then, it was time for their first challenge.

Battenberg cakes.

Mika was not ashamed to admit that she had to Google what a Battenberg cake was. At first glance, it didn’t seem that difficult, but then she remembered that she was baking for two of the most respected chefs in the UK, and that she had literally no margin for error. That made it a little more difficult.

They told her to bake, so she baked. She started whipping her butter and sugars, then added her eggs and flour and flavorings. She could see the judges and hosts making their way down the line, talking to the contestants and asking about their bakes. She tried to stay calm and collected, like Bucky next to her. His easy tone when talking to them helped to soothe her, especially when they brought up his obvious disability. There was no way their conversations would be the same, so she didn’t have to worry about comparisons.

“Hello there, Mika.” the female judge said with a grin. Mika gave the best smile she could manage, reminding herself to stay calm and somewhat focused.

“Alo, how are you?” she said. Her accent was extra thick with her nerves. Dammit.

“What have you got for us today?” the male judge asked after exchanging pleasantries. She took a deep breath, willing herself not to stumble over her words. She glanced over to Bucky, who gave her an encouraging smile.

“Well, my sister has been my biggest champion, so this is for her.” she explained, dumping ground up freeze dried strawberries into half of her batter. “She loves strawberries and cream, so that’s what I’m making today.”

“Simple.” the male judge said, a little bit of surprise in his voice. Her stomach dropped to approximately her knees. It must have shown on her face, because the female judge patted her hand in a comforting manner.

“As long as it’s done perfectly, it doesn’t matter how simple it is.” she said, winking behind her thick, bright blue glasses. Mika managed a hesitant smile.

“Right. Just perfection.” she said nervously, making them laugh. They bid her good luck and moved on to the next bench, the taller of the two hosts putting an arm around her shoulders and leaving an encouraging word before moving on. Okay, so all she had to achieve was perfection. That was fine. She shut out all the other distractions, barely hearing the time calls as they came. She focused on getting her cake in the oven, getting her marzipan nice and pink marbled, and making her filling. The cakes looked good when she pulled them out of the oven, and thank God they were done. Everything seemed to be going to according to plan.

“Twenty minutes left!” one of the hosts called. Shit!

She quickly pulled her cakes from the tin; they were still warm, but they would have to do. She pulled her secret weapon - dental floss - out, and tried not to sweat as she cut the squares. She put them on the marzipan, put in her filling, and started the careful process of rolling it. When she managed to get the marzipan just right, she finally let out a sigh of relief. She glanced over at Bucky, curious as to how he was getting on. His movements were carefully coordinated and meticulous, and she noticed he used every square millimeter of his hand (and a little bit of his torso, which had a distinct line of flour and food coloring) to get things to move the way he wanted. Impressive. She turned back to her own work, whipping and piping some cream and artfully fanning out strawberries. With a minute to spare, she finished.

Now for the judging.

It was so stressful to watch the judges go from table to table, sampling the cakes and giving critique. Most of the contestants got glowing reviews, and only a couple had negative feedback. She held her breath when they got to her buddy in the back of the room, amazed that he could look so calm.

“Rosemary and lemon,” the male judge announced, nodding towards the cake. It was covered in a simple yellow marzipan, a few rosemary sprigs tied with a gold ribbon and placed on top.

“An unusual flavor combination for a cake.” the female judge added, watching as the first judge cut a large square from the cake. The colors were a distinct white and yellow checkerboard, which was one of the requirements. Bucky shrugged.

“I wanted to try something different.” he said.

“Bit simplistic on the decoration.” the female judge said, pushing the rosemary sprigs. Mika had thought it looked elegant, but she supposed that’s why she wasn’t one of the judges.

“Decoration isn’t my strong suit.” he said, his grin widening at the vague look of discomfort they gave him. “I’m not particularly artistic. All left brain, I’m afraid.” That seemed to assuage their fears a bit, and they turned to the plates in front of them while Mika tried not to giggle at his jokes. They took a bite from the cake, both of their eyebrows raising as the flavors hit them.

“Wow. That is...surprising.” the female judge said. The male judge nodded. “The texture is just a touch tough, but for me the flavor makes it worth it.”

“Rosemary is very floral and usually does well with more savory applications, but it works really well with the lemon here. Well done.” the male judge added. They bid farewells, and Mika was so distracted by Bucky actually displaying an emotion (relief) that she forgot for a moment that they were coming for her.

“Alright, Mika, your turn.” the female judge said. She had a very kind smile, despite her position.

“Remind us what we have here.” the male judge said. His gaze was very intense, and much more intimidating that when they spoke earlier. She cleared her throat, holding her hands together so they couldn’t see them shaking.

“Strawberries and cream, for my sister.” she said, keeping her answer short in case her English failed her. The female judge gestured to the bushels of strawberries and whipped cream all over the cake.

“This is a bit much.” she said. “I would have done the marbled marzipan or the strawberries, but to have both is a little...over the top.”

Mika’s stomach turned to stone. Now that she looked at it, it did seem a bit garish. She forced a smile and nodded. “Okay, yes, I see that now.”

“I like it. I enjoy extra snacks with my cake.” the host said, reaching out and pulling one of the strawberries off, making sure to take a large dollop of whipped cream with it before popping the whole thing - green and all - into his mouth. She was grateful for the humor, and for the bit of validation.

“Right. Let’s get to the cake then.” the male judge said, cutting a slice. Thank goodness the pink and white squares were perfect and distinct. First box ticked. She held her breath as they ate it, her vision starting to swim slightly when they finally looked at her.

“That is beautifully soft.” the female judge said, adding, “and the flavors aren’t overdone at all.”

“It’s very difficult to add freeze dried strawberries to a recipe and avoid a granulated texture in it.” the male judge said. “But you’ve managed to pull it off. I like this a lot.”

“I think I’ll have another bit before we go.” the female judge said, taking another forkful. Mika visibly sank in relief, her smile genuine this time.

“Thank you, thank you so much.” she said, slouching as soon as their backs turned. She glanced over at Bucky, who gave her a thumbs up. The gesture made her cheeks warm, and she returned the gesture before settling back on to the stool. Once everyone was judged, they were instructed to take a two hour break. Mika couldn’t help but hop over to the bench next to hers, a slice of cake on a plate.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” she said with a grin, making Bucky choke on a laugh. He cut her a slice as well, handing it over.

“I actually don’t really care for sweets. But I do want to hear what you think of this.” he said with a self deprecating smile. Her eyebrows shot up.

“Don’t care for sweets? How did you make it then?” she asked, taking a large bite of his cake. Dammit, it was really good.

“I have a few reliable critics. What do you think of the cake?”

“It’s terrible. You should drop out.” she said, mouth full of another bite. “I’m definitely not terrified of you.”

He laughed again, and Mika thought that he had a very nice smile. She would have commented on it, but figured that would probably be weird after meeting just a couple hours before. So she just let herself be ushered out of the tent and into an open area, with lunch plates all waiting for them.

All of them were carefully spaced around an empty fire pit. Some of the other contestants had grouped up a little, but Bucky was sitting on his own, his plate carefully positioned on his lap and a book perched precariously on his knee. Mika chose the seat next to him, giving him a warm smile when he looked up before turning to her own lunch. She was sure the other contestants were nice, but she was drained after the morning, and the thought of having to smile and socialize was not particularly enticing. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through recent news and reading the articles that interested her. Bucky continued with his book, though she realized it had been a long moment since he’d turned a page. She glanced over to catch him looking at her, his eyes dropping quickly once she caught him. She couldn’t help but grin...and also make sure that there was nothing on her face.

All too soon, they returned to the tent for the technical challenge. This was what Mika was most excited about; she could follow vague directions (one of the few helpful skills her mother developed), and had decently good instincts. Usually. The judges and hosts lined up, and when she looked over at Bucky before they spoke, she made sure to throw another smile his way. He grinned back, which was a better confidence boost than the well wishes from the judges and hosts.

Pineapple upside down cake? She’d seen it once, on an episode long ago. She remember thinking it sounded delicious - and then promptly forgot everything about it. She could figure it out, right?...Right? She glanced to Bucky out of the corner of her eye, and the man was still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Dammit, that was the look of someone who’d made this before.

Whatever. She was smart! She had a degree! And she watched a lot of television! She could do this!

She started on the sponge, the easy part. It was the caramel she was worried about. The cameras stopped on her, the interviewer asking, “Are you familiar with this technical challenge?”

“I’ve heard of it, yes.” she said, giving them a nervous grin. It was still awkward to talk to the camera, so she instead focused on the man asking the question. “Have I made it? No. Have I eaten it? Also no. But it sounds good.”

They gave her sympathetic smiles, moving on to talk to Bucky. She let out a breath of relief, knowing that now she could focus on the caramel. All she had to do was watch it. And pull it off at the right moment. And not let it crystalize.

Which is exactly what it did.

“Fuck a duck.” she muttered in Romanian, glad that she both hid in her native language and that the cameras were far away.

“Watch your tongue.” Bucky said, also in perfect Romanian. She nearly dropped the pan of crystalized caramel, looking at him in shock. The cameramen noticed the movement, and carefully slid back to them.

“You speak Romanian?” she asked, shock evident in her face.

“Yes, I do.” he replied, and just hearing the language helped calm her in a weird way. The piece of home was exactly what she needed. He nodded toward her bench. “Fix your caramel.”

“Dammit!” Mika said, back in English now. She weighed out the sugar and water, putting it back on the stove. The cameras were still there, and the interviewer asked,

“What was that about?”

“He speaks Romanian! It’s very exciting.” she said, this time giving them a genuine smile. They quickly panned over to Bucky.

“How do you know Romanian?” they asked. He had a long knife in his hand, carefully resting the pineapple on the bench and managing to slowly, but expertly, cut it.

“I’ve done a lot of traveling. I actually speak eight languages.” he replied casually. “Well, conversationally at least.” he added. He flipped the knife, laying it aside a safe distance away from them. The camera man gulped, and decided not to ask any more questions. Mika, realizing she should probably get back to her bake and not worry about Bucky’s life story, quickly turned to find, thank God, her caramel looked good. Pale, maybe, but good. It would darken in the oven for sure.

She carefully placed the pineapple and the cherry in the bottom of the greased tins, using a spoon to add in the still hot caramel. She had a fair bit left over, but she didn’t want to risk drowning the cake. So, she followed her gut and ladled in the sponge mix, putting them in the oven before she could think too much about it. Bucky, of course, was already pulling his out. Damn him.

“Thirty minutes remain!” one of the hosts called, balancing a rolling pin on his head. She appreciated the humor, she really did, but she was very stressed right now and seeing a rolling pin in such a precarious position was not exactly helpful. She checked her oven; the cakes were probably halfway finished. There was no way they would be cool in time for her to put the cream...but she’d have to try.

The last few minutes the cakes were in the oven, she whipped up the cream. If she was honest, she nearly overwhipped it into butter, but caught it just in time. As soon as the timer went off she got the tray from the oven, nearly sliding the tins off the edge. She gasped, nearly choking on her heart in her throat as she caught it just in time, placing the tray on the counter before putting her hand over her heart.

“Slow down, Mika.” she said to herself, shaking her head for a second. Of course the cameras caught the moment - she could feel them pointed towards her - but she refused to look up at them. Her stress was through the roof, and if she was honest, she was trying very hard not to cry.

She started fanning the little tins, trying to get them to cool down enough to remove the cakes. “Fifteen minutes!” the host called, and she actually, verbally eeked and grabbed the closest cake. The cup was still ferociously hot, but she didn’t have time to think about burning off her fingerprints. Instead, she focused on getting the cakes out and onto the platter. The caramel didn’t darken like she hoped, but she didn’t have time to care. She was back to furiously fanning, trying to get it cool enough for the cream. She made the mistake of glancing over to Bucky - he was already putting little rosettes of cream on his, cool as a cucumber. Dammit!

“One minute left!” the host called. It was the moment of truth. She prayed her cream wouldn’t melt, swiftly piping it onto the little cakes. They smelled delicious for sure...would they be allowed to try one afterwards?

“Time’s up!” the call felt like a knife through her gut. They all had cream on them, but it was very hasty work, and definitely not her best. She let out a frustrated sigh, the little hairs that escaped her braid floating around her face. There was nothing she could do now, except wait to get judged. This time, the judges would not know who made which one...which could make their feedback all the more honest.

“Well, well,” the male judge said, clapping his hands together. His eyes ran over the plates in front of him, his face already giving away his feelings. The female judge’s eyebrows rose over her thick glasses, as if she were surprised. Whether it was a good or bad surprise remained to be seen. “Right. Let’s get started.”

Mika watched in abject horror as they ripped apart every plate in front of them. The good ones were good, and the bad ones - luckily hers didn’t quite fit in there - were, well, bad. Bucky, of course, got glowing reviews. When they stopped at Mika’s, she held her breath.

“Caramel is too light.” the female judge said, poking at it with her fork. The male judge cut it in half, and even from a few feet away Mika could see that the cake was held together only by her dreams.

“It’s baked. Barely.” he said shortly, chuckling to himself. They took a bite, mulling it over for a moment until he added, “Not bad. If the caramel was a little more done on the stove and the cakes in the oven a couple more minutes, it would have been pretty good.”

Not bad. She could work with “not bad”. Hopefully.

Out of the twelve bakers, she ended up placing seventh. Almost top half! Though she would have much preferred to place first (which was where Bucky placed), she really deserved to be much lower than her rank. At that point she seemed to be sitting in the middle of the pack, which was just as well with her. She just needed to get past the nerves of this first week. As long as she wasn’t the first one to go, she could do better. At least, she hoped so. Really, her goal was to make it to bread week. If she made it there, she would consider this adventure a success, and could go home happy.

The dismissal was such a relief that she forgot about the Showstopper challenge the following day. The bakers gathered their things, returning to the big house and heading for their apartments. Mika looked forward to a shower, some comfier pants, and one single stiff drink. She hanged back a little, waiting for Bucky to catch up to her.

“Do you know where they keep the key to the liquor cabinet?” she asked, making him raise his brows.

“No, but I can pick a lock pretty well. And if that doesn’t work, I do have some whiskey in my rooms.” he said. He stepped back slightly, holding his hand out in a placating gesture. “Not that I - I mean, we can meet at a neutral place to share a glass, if you would like.”

Mika, not expecting him to get flustered that easily, busted out laughing. “You can relax. A drink would be nice, then maybe I can sleep a little before tomorrow.”

“I’ve got just the thing for that.” he said with a grin. He nodded towards the fire pit, where a groundskeeper was building a fire. “There, after supper?”

“Sounds good.” she said. A friend! She had an ally! She smiled, going to her rooms and rinsing off the day, cooking up a good enough microwave meal to keep her from dying and making sure any last minute preparations she needed for tomorrow were finished. Once she felt she’d waited an appropriate amount of time, she pulled on a jacket and went back downstairs.

Bucky was already waiting at the fire pit, as were a couple other bakers. They were busy talking about the next day, and gave her a warm welcome when she arrived. Bucky looked up from his book, trying to hide his relief that she actually came to this little meet up. When she sat down in the chair next to him, he reached down and got a glass, handing it to her. He then retrieved his own glass and set it on the arm of the chair before getting the all important bottle of whiskey. She thought to offer to open it, but he wedged it between his legs and removed the cap with practiced ease. Clearly his injury was not new.

“Four years ago. War accident.” he said in Romanian, answering her unspoken question. Her eyebrows shot up and her cheeks warmed in a way that had nothing to do with the fire, but he didn’t seem to be bothered. He just reached out, filling the glass that she dumbly held out.

“I’m sorry.” she said, not knowing what else to say. He shrugged, filling his own glass before recapping the drink and setting the bottle down.

“It’s fine. I’ve adapted.” he said, taking a sip. She did as well, if only to have something to do with her hands. “I’ve also learned over the years to just address it, rather than wait for people to be brave enough to ask.”

“Do a lot of people get brave enough to ask?” she said, genuinely surprised. Thanks to his easy going demeanor, she was able to relax into the conversation as well.

“Nope. But I do play this fun game with myself where I count how many times they glance at my shoulder during a conversation.” he said. With that admission, she had a strong desire to glance down at said shoulder, but stifled it. Luckily, the way his blue eyes danced in the firelight was distracting enough.

“Who’s the highest scorer?”

“The guy at the local coffee place. Every time he looks up from the order it’s not at my face. It’s pretty impressive.” he said. “Kids are the best though. They notice and just screech about it.”

“Oh no!”

“Oh, yes. The parents are...” he paused, swishing his glass around and taking another sip for dramatic effect. “...so embarrassed.”

The whiskey, while not making her tipsy yet, certainly made her feel a little warmer inside, and she couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re terrible.”

“I’m short a limb, I have to have fun with it otherwise I’ll lose my mind.” he said, smiling even though his statement was completely true.

“Well clearly you’ve got a handle on it, so I think you’ll be okay.” she said, gesturing to the tent. A second later, she realized that he might think her choice of words intentional, and her own hand flew to cover her mouth. “I didn’t - that wasn’t -”

Thank goodness Bucky thought her reaction was funny. “Don’t worry about it. It happens so much more often than you would think.” he said. He settled back into the chair, and decided to change the topic before they got too in depth about his lack of an arm. “So what made you apply for this?”

“My sister. She actually sent the preliminary stuff in for me - without telling me.” she replied. After a few years living in the UK, it was nice to talk to someone besides her mother in her native language. “You?”

“Best friend. He did the same thing.” he said. Mika scoffed appreciatively.

“They’re made for each other, the meddling assholes.” she said, making him laugh again.

“You said it, not me.”

“I guess I shouldn’t assume your friend is an asshole.”

“Oh no, it’s completely fair to assume he’s an asshole.”

“Then what does that say about us?”

Bucky paused at her question, then shook his head. “Dammit. I guess we’re assholes too.”

His tone was so dry that Mika couldn’t help but bust out laughing. Of course, the whiskey also helped with that. She was a little over halfway through her glass - not enough to be tipsy, but still feeling it - and knew that she would have to stop after the one. Bucky was almost finished with his, but he held on to the last few drops, if only for an excuse to stay and talk with her.

“But we’re assholes who can bake.” Mika said, toasting him with her glass. He tapped his near-empty glass against hers, taking just the smallest sip so he still had some left.

“Allegedly. We may find out tomorrow that we can’t.”

“You’ve already beaten me in both challenges. How in the hell did you make such good pineapple upside down cake?” she asked, putting just the right amount of incredulity in her tone so he would think she was kidding.

“I dated a girl from the South once, in America. You’d be surprised the crazy things they can cook up.” he said. Mika leaned onto the arm of her chair, resting her chin on her hand.

“Oh, that sounds like a story.” she probed. He shook his head.

“Nah, we had a good run and then it ended amicably. We were just in different places in life.” he said. “But way to pry about my love life on the first day.”

“It’s a gift, what can I say.” she replied, though she could feel her chagrin creeping up the back of her neck.

“So how did your last relationship end?” he countered, noticing too late that he’d accidentally finished his drink. But that didn’t mean he had to leave. Mika let out a bark of a laugh, followed by taking a gulp of her drink.

“Terribly.” she admitted. His face dropped, and then it was his turn to be embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

“Don’t apologize, it’s all good now.” she said, just a touch too easily. “Cheating bastard is off in...Greece I think now, after being dumped by the other woman. And I’m participating in the biggest baking competition in the world, so I think I’m winning the break up.”

“That you are.” Bucky agreed. He eyed his own empty glass, as well as Mika’s. Were this any other time, he would offer another one. As if Mika read his mind, she gave her empty glass back to him.

“Speaking of which, we should probably sleep well before said competition, right?” she said. She didn’t want to go inside. She wanted to stay out here and chat with her back row buddy. But they did technically have a competition to worry about.

“It’s not a bad idea.” he agreed, taking the glass from her. He made sure the cap was tight on the bottle before pressing it and his book under his arm, holding the two glasses in one hand. Mika thought she should offer to help, but again he did everything with such ease that she figured he would not see the offer as help, but pity. And perhaps, at this point, it was.

“Not my worst by far.” she said, standing up with him. They bid goodnight to the other bakers still out there, then went back inside, splitting off to their separate rooms. Now that she was alone, all she could think about was the next day. She should have just stayed out there, she probably would have been better rested than the meager sleep she got that night.

The Showstopper challenge was the hardest thing she’d ever done. Art was not her strong suit, so creating a bust of her favorite celebrity hero was something of a nightmare. The preparation required many trials, many failures, and many crying FaceTime calls to her actual artist sister, asking for help.

But now she was in the tent, with no access to her cell phone and halfway through a challenge that might be her undoing. She’d claimed that she was making the likeness of Lady Gaga, and she’d chosen her both for the wonderful message she sang and for the good she was trying to do in the world. And also because the woman loved to dress differently and abstractly, which would maybe give her a bit of artistic license. Maybe. Hopefully.

The cake part was easy enough. It was her favorite chocolate mocha cake recipe, with mint buttercream frosting. It was something she’d made a hundred times before, and since it went smoothly, it lulled her into a false sense of security. But now it was the time to decorate, which was no doubt the very worst part of all of this. She didn’t know how anyone else in the tent was doing; at this point, she was doing her best not to break down and cry.

“How’s it going?” one of the hosts said, coming over and putting an arm around her shoulders.

“Well, it could be worse,” she said, her voice wavering and her accent thick. “But it also could be a lot better.”

“Mix the optimism with the reality, I dig it.” he said. “So far, it does look like...a human.”

“That’s a good start.” she agreed, laughing slightly.

“Which human is it supposed to be?” he asked lightly.

“Lady Gaga?”

“Ah yes, I totally see it.”

“No you don’t.”

“Well it doesn’t matter if I see it.”

“But if you can’t see it, how will the judges see it?”

“Stop being smarter than me and work on your cake.” he said. They stared at each other for a second before she gave in and giggled, shaking her head.

“I’ll do my best.”

“That’s the spirit.” he said, giving her a brotherly punch on the shoulder before wandering off. Okay, maybe she could do this.

“Half an hour left!”

There was no way she could do this.

But she was sure as hell gonna try.

She tried to remember everything her sister told her, and while she could definitely see the difference between what she was making and what it looked like in her mind’s eye, it was kind of, almost, slightly reminiscent of the pop star. When they called the time, she wasn’t completely happy with her cake, but she had to admit it went better than she thought it would. Of course, all that optimism went right out the window when she was called to bring her cake up to the judges. The silence as they took it all in threatened to smother her, and she took a deep breath to try and hold herself together.

“Well, I can see the Lady Gaga.” the female judge said, though she didn’t quite sound like she believed the statement.

“Or someone like it.” the male judge had to say, taking what little was left of Mika’s confidence and throwing it right out the window.

“She’s very eclectic, so I tried to emulate that.” she said, gesturing with her hands until she realized they were shaking, then clasping them in front of her so they wouldn’t notice. They laughed appreciatively, admitting that she wasn’t wrong. “I promise it tastes infinitely better than it looks.”

“Infinitely, eh?” the male judge said, piercing her with her eyes before piercing her cake with a knife. “And this is mint chocolate mocha, correct?”

“Yes.” she said, taking in another sharp breath before she passed out. It seemed to take them a thousand years to eat it, both of them raising their eyebrows in surprise.

“I expected it to taste like coffee and toothpaste, but it’s very pleasant.” the female judge said, taking another bite for good measure. The male judge nodded in agreement.

“It’s not something I would normally expect in a cake, but you’ve managed to pull it off spectacularly. The cake is tender, and the buttercream isn’t overly flavored. Very well done.”

“Thank you, thank you so much.” she said, honestly lightheaded after the whole thing. She collected her cake, going back to the back of the room. Only then did she look up at Bucky, who gave her an encouraging smile and nodded towards her cake. She sent back an exaggerated relieved face, though she still wasn’t sure if she would make it past the first week.

Bucky was next, and though she didn’t know the person he’d chosen, she had to admit that his artistry was much better than hers. She supposed she should feel bad that he had clearly beat her in that category, but after their moment of friendship the night before, she found herself rooting for him.

“This is impressive.” the male judge said, with an unspoken even despite your disability. She was glad they left that bit off.

“Thank you.” Bucky said softly. He still exuded his quiet confidence, but she could see his thumb picking at a thread on his shirt.

“And this is fondant?” the female judge asked.

“Marshmallow fondant. It’s a little more forgiving.” he said with a wry grin. They seemed to appreciate the joke, but not for long before cutting into the cake. It was a spice cake, he said. With cream cheese frosting. Since he didn’t care for sweets, Mika wasn’t surprised that he went for something like that. She also really wanted to try it whenever they got finished.

“Hm. I’m getting too much of...something.” the male judge said.

“Allspice.” the female judge agreed. Bucky’s shoulders dropped the tiniest bit, though his face hid any emotions.

“The texture though is spot on, and the icing goes very well with it. Decoration was great. Just watch your spices.” the male judge said. Bucky nodded, picking up his sculpture and bringing it to the back of the room.

“You’re fine.” she whispered, waving him off like of course he was. Then again, they liked his signature and he won the technical, so he really was fine. He gave her a twitch of a smile, settling back onto his stool to watch the rest of the judgements. They thought they might chill out when the judges went off to deliberate, but everyone just seemed more tense.

“Relax.” Bucky muttered, watching Mika pace up and down the back of the tent.

“Relax? How can I relax?” she asked. “My cake was decent, but I can’t decorate for shit and my technical was terrible!”

“You’re fine.” Bucky reiterated. “I’m not losing my back of the room buddy. I paid them off to pass you through.”

“Asshole.” she said, making him laugh. She paused. “Did you really?”

“I can’t afford that, I’m sorry.” he said, making her groan.

“I’m gone. I know it.” she said. She wanted to think that she was the middle of the pack, that she could make it, but she was also deathly afraid that she missed something.

“Well, let’s find out.” he surprised her, drawing her attention to where the producers were lining up their stools. Mika gulped audibly, following Bucky on numb legs and sitting down. She crossed her legs, pressing her hands in between them to hold them still. Next to her, Bucky positioned his leg so his knee was gently touching her thigh - a bit of comfort as they awaited judgement.

In the end, she was neither Star Baker, nor sent home. Relief immediately washed over her, her shoulders sagging as exhaustion from the past two days piled onto her. “Holy fuck.” she muttered, covering her face with her hands.

“And we’ve got to do it again next week.” Bucky said. She dropped her hands, looking him dead in the eye.

“What in the hell have we gotten ourselves into?”

#gbbo au #week one #cake week

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coolgirl · 4 years

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Jason expert rate Jason’s designs

sorry for being late i was busy with school but now i’m free so to celebrate. jason indulgence.

pre-crisis not robin

very cute. i like that it has a lil more of flair to it? the collar and the lines on the gloves and the shorter cape.. also love it has pants. king rlly king. wonder if they already knew he was gonna be robin anyways or if they were still considering nightbird. anyways, 8/10 bc its cute

pre & post-crisis robin (bc its basically the same)

i mean its a classic.. however it reminds me jason was the only robin who was simply given dick’s clothes rather than like. have an unique look? which sucks. 7/10 middle child syndrome is REAL

post-crisis robin (winter edition)

OKAY NOW THIS. i absolutely love. is it tacky? oh yes without a doubt. i still love the pants and the sleeves. finally winter clothes for this child, especially considering his new titans scene where he was bitching about the costume not being snow proof. he got what he wanted! 9/10

new 52/rebirth costume by

EPIC. IDC I LOVE IT.the circles on his arms and his boots.. the lines on his legs.. i just love it. i love the red mask too… it feels.. not more unique, but feels more jason-y than the other costume. 10/10

NOW. onto older stuff

hush

as u can see im VERY confusion about the pouches and the straps?? why??? whats the purpose.. generally its fine. the white strand moved a nation and i think the chest piece is cool, but everything else.. uglee. like the long as hell jacket and him looking 40 years old like why r u 19 looking like fifty? ugly white man. 5/10

winicks/utrh version

LITERALLY A CLASSIC. i love this costume sooo much. like jason obviously grew out of it, as in it wouldnt make sense for him anymore to go with something like this as his main costume because i feel like this fit the utrh mood (him not veing a vigilante/hero/villain whatver but trying to be a mob boss n shit) and it just. fucks. i love the helmet just being plain with no stupid mouth or nose shape. i simply love it. 10/10

nigthwing

its just. its just the nightwing costume. didnt even try he just stole that from dick. he still rocks it and looks better than dick, and u gotta give him points for accessorizing with his dagger. 7/10

red robin

im not. a big fan of this costume.. i think the cowl is ugly, it just does not work for someone as big as jason… however i do like why he took this mantle and what it meant.. 6/10 no words head empty.

oh brother. furryman

ITS SUCH AN UGLY COSTUME. muzzle batman walked so muzzle red hood could run. its just. ugly like ugly. i dont like the ears or again the muzzle or whatever the hell is going on in the arms.. its just so edgy. 5/10

WANNA KNOW WHAT A SEXY EVIL BATMAN COSTUME LOOK LIKE?

Injustice 2 batman

I2 HAD IT IN THE BAG BABY. i like that its like classic batman costume but again! with some jason touches! the red eyes, the electric tiddies making a comeback.. epic genuinely epic. 10/10

and if ur not into evil jason

100% dad ‘i have my life figured out’ batman jason

just like the nightwing costume this is just. batman costume. nothing special or different from it so its like did u even try? BUT in this scenario it actually means smth that he stuck to bruces costume.. sweet.. but boring. 7/10

speaking of. evil ugly designs. ugh i hate this.

this motherfucker

ive never. ever. felt as humiliated by a costume than thetime jason wore this. like MORTIFYING RLLY. its DISGUSTINGGG. the helmet shape. the fucking WHITE. the SKULL PLEASE WHO DESIGNED THIS WHO HATES ME IN PARTICULAR SO MUCH??? THIS MAN DOES NOT FUCK! HES UGLY! HE STINKS!!!! the red guns are epic that much i can say. LOOK AT THOSE PANS GOD ITS SO HUMILLIATING. 0/10 WORST COSTUME EVER.

HOWEVER. winick and the artist spun GOLD from it, because next time jason wore possibly my favorite costume to date

this motherfucker…2!

like look how much better it looks with a little of swag.. the helmet without eyes.. the belts.. the fucking leather jacket.. keeping the red guns/gloves.. like seriously i dont know a better man. the skull is still awful and i wouldve replaced the white for black and MWAH best costume. like the black part at the top make it all red and the white make it black.. god this jason fucks massively i love him. 11/10 my favorite by a landslide perhaps

new 52/rebirth red hood

OKAY I KNOW theyre slightly different (rebirth has shorter sleeves and a more padded look) but to me its like. same thing. okay i think its.. fine. its not phenomenal but its not ugly.. i like the brown jacket more than the black jacket i have to admit, its more distinctive and i simply like the color more, however i do not.. like jason having the bat symbol.. but thats also a me thing about how badly written this is. anyways. the helmet with the mouth disgusts me and everytime its drawn like that its humilliating. like. 7/10. maybe 7+. when it has the mouth or like nose ANY FACIAL EXPRESSION RLLY its a 5.

wingman

oh i absolutely despise that helmet. he looks like fucking. terminator. its the ugliest shape ive ever seen and the visor is.. huge. i dont like the shoulder pads either idk what the fuck its going on with the thing around his neck either.. like hes. knockout batman and i HATEEE IT. damians costume slaps tho. i just… its… ugly. like.. 3/10.

get damian back arc red hood costume

oh im a HUGE fan of this design.i love how his costume is designed in a way thats like. if jason was a dnd character he absolutely would be a tank. the padding, the red undertones everywhere, i just.. love it. i like how all the costumes were done to reflect their personalities you know.. i like this robin red hood hybrid. 9/10 would even say 10/10 bc i just enjoy how gleason draws jason.

red hood/arsenal costume

its like. i dont hate it completely (i love the way the hood+helmet looks) and thats.. yeah thats pretty much all i like about it. i HATEEEE the vest i hate it fr.i hate how huge the sumbol is and idk this costume just does not spark joy. 5/10

outlaw costume

okay this one. this one drives me insane. because like. okay i dig parts of it. i like the lack of sleeves. i like the gloves thingies. i like the hood. i could get aboard him ditching the helmet - it breaks all the damn time anyways. i like the stripes on his pants in the boots. ALL SEPARATE? NEAT. now i hate. hate. the muzzle. like WHY IT LOOKS SO UGLYYY LIKE SO UGLY like unless the artist GETS IT and is SEXY it looks awful. look at this

AWFUL. also like it made sense for when he was on the run and he had to make do and assemble a costume from what he had but like now hes sponsored by lex, get that man a goddamn new suit already please. anyways. 6/10.. like i said i like many elements from it but its still.. kinda ugly all together and depends A LOT on the artist.

three jokers

im torn on this one.. i think its a bit boring.. i dont rlly like the top part, it reminds me SOO much of that one tt issue where he beat the fuck out of tim while wearing a robin costume like i understad the implications of him wearing a costume thats similar to the robin blouse but im not a big fan.. also i prefer the brown leather jacket. its like not his worst costume by far but not the best.. like pretty basic? i would say 6/10

NOW SOME AUS.

tiny titans & lil gotham

okay these two are like. pretty much the canon versions of robin and red hood HOWEVER they both have details that are different from the original version and DESERVE a mention. the curls on robin jason and jasons red gloves/belt are ICONIC. whoever designed them knew what they were about, so 10/10 best bapy jason.

arkham knight

does the person who designed this know how much theyve done for the lgbt community? i hope they do. i love.. a lot about this costume. i love the ears, i love how techno it is, i love the layers to it.. im.. not a big fan of the whole military thingy but i have to admit that applying it to the design itself is kind of neat.. i love the colors too and how.. practical it is while being. well. kinda dramatic? the whole bat aesthetic.. yeah. i love it. 9/10

arkham red hood

this one.. when u think about it the outlaw version is VEEERY similar to this one: the pants, the hood, the jacket eve. however i like this helmet so much more, i have a weakness for eyeless (??) helmets.. i like the little details of it as well, i remember that pic going around of it being held together with like. fuckign stitches and bandaids. legendary. i love this look, i would say 9+/10

injustice 2 jason

okay gonna go ahead and say it: not a big fan of the helmet. it looks like.. a bug? the lenses do not spark joy. this bitch has many styles and like toners etc and i will no rate them all. i think its a pretty basic design, not the best but not the worst either. like if it was an exam i would make them pass but make faces at what im reading like eeehhhgh. 7/10.

hag jason

middle one is like literally, on the outside and superficial level, just. his usual costume. the jacket and the grey kevlar and the bat. now the gloves are sexy as hell.. and in the whit ebackground one u can appreciate the under costume better and i really like it?? i just.. like the design. I HATE HOWEVER the bat helmet. WHY IS IT HOLLOW?? BITCH HELLO?? AND THE BATMAN SYMBOL DOES NOT MAKE SENSE! and i like things making sense!!!. we will not talk about jason in this book. like.. 8/10. maybe 9 if im feeling it.

hag jason 2: the hagger and the furious

hes just.. a little old man.. he cannot change this.. i like this design. i like seeing jason grow old. wish it wasnt in this context. my father rlly. 8/10

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am i forgetting any jays.. i wont do all animated robins because they all look the same and the one that doesnt i do not like. SO HERES my thoughts..

#Anon #jason todd #jason.txt #THIS has been my weekly jason rant. come back next week for more

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ronweasleyisourking · 4 years

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Next gen headcanons

Edward "Teddy" Remus Lupin

Nonbinary, uses he/him and they/them pronouns

Pansexual, but has mostly dated boys

Hufflepunk

Mixed bag of depression and anxiety

Tattoos and piercings everywhere. Also, a tattoo artist.

Walks with a cane due to chronic back pain

His first kiss was with his best friend, Basil Haywood-Karasu

He dated Victoire for a bit, but it didn't work out. They're better as friends

Lived in between houses for most of his life. His grandmother Andromeda and his godparents, Harry and Ginny share custody

When Andromeda began having a hard time getting around on her own, Harry and Ginny opened up their house to her happily, though this was after Teddy moved out on his own

Winifred "Winnie" Margaret Weasley-Wood

Daughter of Percy and Oliver

Bisexual

Gryffindor but almost Ravenclaw

Named after her late uncle and Grandma Molly, whose full name was Margaret, though she would never admit it

Has read every book in the restricted section, whether she was allowed to or not

Hands are constantly in motion. Does math in the air, taps fingers on surfaces, sometimes just does random stuff with her hands, has to stop herself from doing hand motions when talking, etc. Has no idea what causes it.

The shortest of all her siblings/cousins

Hosts a Qudditch Little League for her siblings/cousins

Victoire "Vic" Apolline Weasley

Bisexual

Ravenclaw

Sort of a preppy punk. Loves faux leather jackets but also loves tiaras :) completely beautiful, let's be honest

Curses in French all the time

Attended Magik N.O.U., a wizarding school in New Orleans in her 7th year, which sparked her love for travel

Learned wandless and non-verbal magic just because people thought she couldn't; the dictionary definition of "girls can be smart AND pretty"

Could totally kick Teddy Lupin's ass

Has to worst temper of anyone in her extended family. And that's really saying something

International Hit Wizard

Georgie Rhyme Jordan

Child of Lee Jordan, honorary Weasley due to his relationship with Fred prior to his Fred's death

Pansexual and Genderqueer; he/him or any pronouns

Feminist AF

Really into street art. May have graffiti-ed a few anti-Brexit and anti-Tory pieces around England, but there's no proof

Not vegetarian but has cut down on meals with meat

Was born with atrial septal defect

Megara "Meg" Rhys Weasley-Wood

Demigirl. Experiences some dysphoria but not a lot

Partially deaf due to an untreated ruptured eardrum.

Has a huge, fluffy, orange cat named Hercules

Blind enough that she has to wear coke bottle glasses.

Animal lover right to the core. Donates to any and all shelters that she knows have good practices and tries to adopt as many animals as possible from the bad ones

Loves divination. Has minor seer powers.

Has a magical disorder where smoke comes out of her hears when she gets mad.

Frederick "Freddie" Gideon Weasley II

Bisexual. In love with Taras Krum, who was in a student exchange program with Durmstrang and Hogwarts.

Suffered severely after getting hit by a bludger in his 6th year; a concussion and head trauma leading to epilepsy

Severe depression and imposter syndrome

Not much of a prankster

Bookworm

James "Jamie" Sirius Potter

Red hair + hazel eyes + freckles everywhere

Got a gold tongue piercing at fourteen and that's how he found out that he was allergic to gold

Smoked pixie dust once

Lover of poorly timed finger guns and funky socks (yes, he is bisexual, why do you ask?)

Not a professional quidditch player or auror

He runs a diner called "Lumos" that serves the best burgers in the wizarding world

Doesn't think he can do anything right

River Lee Jordan

Trans girl; lesbian

Allergic to cinnamon

Loves pranking; Dominique, Lily, Romany, and her prank their cousins all the time. They're terrifying.

Writer but she works as a herbologist assistant, waitress, and cashier at WWW on the side just to support herself

Can hear magic. It's an almost constant buzzing when she's around her family and at Hogwarts. Sometimes just needed to be alone so that she couldn't hear the buzzing.

Gwendolyn "Wendy" Lucille Weasley-Wood

Pansexual

Has a genderfluid s/o, Ari Spinnet-Bell

Very environmentalist. Tries not to be annoying about it.

Founded a Hogwarts theatre club and actually wrote a few, very very gay plays and musicals

Hosts a podcast/blog with her roommates (River, Ari & Susmita) called Witches Unstitched where they talk about anything and everything under the sun

Helped create a bunch of healing potions with all the plants she has in her greenhouse(s)

Dominique "Dom" Gabrielle Weasley

Pansexual and Aromantic

In a QPR with Lorcan Scamander, her best friend

Hates being compared to her older sister

When Lorcan got cancer and got pulled out of school, she took time off school while he was getting treatment

Shaved off all her hair when he lost his

Leader of the Pluto is a Planet society at Hogwarts

Best friend in the family is James, despite the fact that she and Arthur are in the Slytherin! Marauders together

Loves firewhiskey and menthol cigarettes (don't tell Wendy)

Illegal animagus - a white cat. Her nickname is Duchess.

Arthur "Art" Rubeus Potter

Gay + in love with Scorpius Malfoy

Dyed the tips of his hair green and silver when he was 12

Loves leather jackets, chokers, and combat boots

Has too many piercings to count, but his favorite is his deep purple nose ring. Hates the idea of a tongue ring

Trained himself in Legilimency and Occlumency

Learned Parseltongue, Mermish, and several other creature languages because "he was bored"

Knows quite a bit of dark magic, but is not a dark wizard

Had a lot of tattoos. Most were of creatures from the Black Lake, the Giant Squid taking up his entire back, and a merperson takes up his upper left arm

But over his heart is the Scorpius constellation, sketches of the four animagi are on his left hip, and on his ankle are magically fading footsteps that would eerily familiar to anyone who had looked at the Marauder’s Map

Went to a wizarding school located in the Great Barrier Reef, which offered courses for 18 - 21 year olds who had graduated from wizarding schools around the world

Loves puns, boxing, extra greasy pizza, potions, pet names, horror movies that are actually scary, singing in the shower, and his boyfriend, Scorpius Malfoy

Marine Mazoologist

Roxanne "Roxy" Fabian Weasley

Bisexual

Has been known to "experiment" with girls. In the Quidditch locker rooms. Forgets to lock doors. Oops

Her patronus is a coyote. Her happiest memory is of when her and Fred jumped of the roof of Hogwarts with their brooms. They had been trying to recreate the last scene of Pratical Magic, but like, with brooms

Loves cooking and knitting with her Grandma Molly

Studies in the strangest places. Lily once found her studying in the secret passage to Hogsmeade one night. Her brother found her sleeping in the Astronomy tower, with books strewn around her. Scorpius and Arthur once found her studying in a secret alcove (they still won’t admit to her why they had wanted to be in secret alcove in the first place)

Down to fight anyone for any reason

In love with Susmita Patil

Healer

Rosa "Rose" Bud Granger-Weasley

Lesbian

An absolute foodie

Named after a Charles Dickens character

Allergic to cats, which irks her mom and pleases her dad

President of the current Hogwarts chapter of S.P.C.W. (Society for the Promotion of Creature Welfare). Hermione has worked tirelessly in the ministry to get laws passed but even ministers can't change everything in a day

After graduating, her, Arthur, Dominique, Roxanne, Scorpius, Lorcan, and Lysander all went on a camping trip. Harry, Ron, and Hermione got really anxious about it

Loves reading trashy tabloids to call down. Circles all the stories about her family to torture her cousins with (jokingly)

It's a 50/50 shot whether she going to argue with you, and cite her sources, or if she is going to knock your teeth out

Spent her 7th year at The Salem Witches Institute in Massachusetts, a private all-girls school

Historian for wizarding history. Runs a small museum out of Grimmauld Place, which the Potters don't live in but Harry stills owns + has cleaned up a bit

Lily "Lils" Euphemia Luna Potter

Has meniere's disease

Vegetarian for medical reasons

Needs to wear glasses but never does

Gryffindor, but wanted to be in Slytherin

Will help out anyone and everyone if she can

Lived with Teddy for a bit after he moved out on his own

Asexual and Panromantic. In a polyamorous relationship with Frankie Longbottom and Estelle Huang

Had a pet snake named Besa. The snake was nearly longer than she was tall, non-poisonous, and the sweetest thing ever (at least, according to Lily)

Beat up James when he said that she "threw like a girl". She cracked one of his ribs, gave him a black eye, and broke his nose in three places. To this day, he claims that his nose is a little crooked (he was nine. she was five.)

Went to a wizarding school in the Himalayas in her 5th year, on the international student exchange program

Has very long hair that is almost always up in bun(s), braid(s) or ponytails. Has to magically shorten it for Quidditch games

Loves mysteries

Hugo "Go-Go" Cabret Granger-Weasley

Genderfluid [they/them]

Colorblind, dyslexic, and has ADHD

Dragonologist in Sweden, but almost went into wandmaking

In love with Allie Longbottom, who always painted her face Hufflepuff colors for games after Hugo got on the team

Uses medically prescribed pixie dust to help with their extreme anxiety; is careful not to take too much

Has a pet ferret that they named Star Boy

Joshua "Josh" Wilhelm Weasley-Wood

On the autistic spectrum

He takes his emotional support golden retriever, Laurel, to Hogwarts with him to help with the changing enviorment

Loves matchbox cars. Has hundreds of them. Carries one or two around with him at all times to fidget with

Loves hiking through the Forbidden Forest, with supervision from his dad, Professor Percy Weasley, or one of the other teachers, of course. All of them are willing to walk with him when they have time, but he loves hiking with his dad most

Has a hard time focusing when there's a lot of noise around him, so of course he has noise cancelling headphones

Learned how to fix up cars and bikes from his grandfather; opened up his own mechanic shop; loves riding the first motorcycle that he and his grandfather fixed up through the streets of London, especially with his girlfriend Lavi

It took him a while to overcome balance issues, but with training to be a seeker in Quidditch, and a lot of time spent taking practice drives on his bike in the fields around the Burrow, he was able to overcome them and once he did, he was on his motorcycle every chance he got

Has accomandations made for him when it comes to eating at Hogwarts, because the food can bother him sometimes

Hates when different foods on his plate touch

Romany "Romy" Charlotte Weasley-Wood

Lesbian-Oriented aroace; in a qpr with Maisie Greengrass

Is prone to accidental magic and has a bit of an anger issue that she works through with a punching bag, bring a beater on the Quidditch team, and playing drums

Her, Tessa Weasley, and Sariel Goyle formed a band called Bloody Bitchin' Babes that played underground gigs at Hogwarts parties before getting work at parties and bars

Hates all of her classes, except Transfiguration

Her plans look like the walls of detectives in murder mysteries. Photographs, post-it notes, paper ripped out of notebooks, red strings, and everything

Burnt Hufflepuff

Royal "King" Kingsley Jordan

Bigender + Bisexual; xe/xem pronouns

Loves all types of clothing but especially suits, flowery blouses, crop tops, chunky belts, scarves, and Doc Martins

Plays the piano all the time, xe even has a piano in xyr room

Gets chronic migraines, has been known to sit/lay in the dark for hours until the pain subsides. Hates taking meds for it

Never has her phone screen brightness above the lowest setting because xe hates that xyr light sensitivity may take xyr away from xyr phone, which is xyr life

Would love to travel one day

Louis "Louie" Antoine Weasley

Only has a little bit of veela charm, usually enough to get him out of minor trouble, and it isn't always permanent

Started taking in magical creatures when he was seven, when Luna gave him a suitcase like Newt Scamander's and got another one when he started adopting muggle creatures as well. He especially loves his mokes and his chickens.

He loves swimming in the Great Lake with the Giant Squid

Loves carmelized apricots, pumpkin gorgonzola flan, cinnamon roll cheesecake, molasses cookies, Bulgarian candy -specifically chocolate bars, sweet potato pancakes, and homemade butter-maple syrup

Was in a student exchange program with Beauxbatons in his 4th year and again in 6th year with the Canadian wizarding school and he loved both experiences

Tessa "Tess" Rue Weasley

Can see people's auras

An expert at potions. Began working on a cure for lycanthropy at the age of 13 and a long 17 years later, she finally accomplished it. She always says that she would have done it quicker if only she didn't have to sleep to live

Part of the potions club at Hogwarts, which is a much less snobby version of the Slug Club that actually has to so with potions talent and not just fame

With her cousin Louis's help, she was actually able to tame a baby raccoon and named him Meeko after the raccoon in Pochahantas to help her and also trained him to help her nick a few things from her cousins sometimes

Loves classic fantasy lit, especially Narnia. Tried to charm a wardrobe to take her to Narnia, and let's just say that it didn't turn out very well and that it was really hard to reverse

Shaves her head in fourth year, because she was tired of all the work it took to take care of her hair

Penelope "Penny" Elodie Weasley-Wood

Named after Penelope Clearwater, who was her father's best friend and who died in the Battle of Hogwarts

She was adopted from Ukraine and loves everything about the country. The language, the music, the art, the people...

Went on to be a dragon tamer at a Ukranian dragon reserve, which she applied to as soon as she turned 17, and when she got an offer, she took her N.E.W.T.s in her 6th year so that she could take the job immediately

At the dragon reserve, she met Norma Hawryluk, who she fell in love with and a baby Ironbelly whom she named Vera and raised. No one but she had Norma could touch Vera though, because of the dragons' extreme rage issues

Constantly stole her sibling's and cousin's clothing

Gets stuck in her head sometimes

Romulus "Rome" Wolff Jordan

Asexual and Aromantic

Has a fluffy white cat named Marigold (Royal named her)

Loves wearing a ton of rings. Like, one on each finger.

Will only eat rocky road ice cream, and no other flavor ever

Has aphantasia, or the inability to voluntarily visualize images in his mind, but can still dream, because it's involuntary

Loves to sketch a lot. Will sketch everything he sees

Loves turtlenecks; hates crocs to no end

Big windows with amazing views are his favorite thing

Genevieve "Genny" Maribel Weasley

Prone to anxiety attacks

Polyamorous lesbian, in a closed poly relationship with Noa Spinnet-Bell and Lyric Scamander

Best friends with Romulus, her cousin. She is loud and fierce, and he’s quiet and passionate, and together they’re going to take over the world two steps at a time

Figures out that technology works in the Room of Requirement and starts a tech club that meets on Wednesdays, and has movie nights on Fridays

Brought a pet pig named Prince to Hogwarts

Unofficially a freelance curse breaker, but worked as an intern at the dragon reserve in Romania with her Uncle Charlie the summer after Hogwarts. Eventually moves to South America because her girlfriend, Noa Spinnet-Bell, got recruited by their Quidditch team, Tarapoto Tree-Skimmers

They move to a farm where Genny gets her own horses!!!

Elias "Simon" Jacques Weasley

Has fibromyalgia, which makes it difficult for him to stay in Hogwarts. With the chronic joint pain, fatigue, dizziness, and difficulty with memory, it was easier for him to get privately tutored by his dad, who was the Ancient Runes professor

Severe anxiety and depression, which was most likely caused by his fibromyalgia, but there's no telling

Vegetarian for personal reasons, and had James teach him how to make vegetarian burgers and other vegetarian meals

Loves water-based magic and might have gone into the exchange program for underwater schools in the Bermudas or Oceania, but he didn't want to risk his condition

Can beat anyone at any board game. No one knows how he does it. Ron played wizard chess with him for eight hours once, but eventually gave up on ever beating him

Is the publisher of a Hogwarts exclusive magazine. Uses his older sister’s computers to work on it. Works on his novel in his spare time. Occasionally holds poetry slams by the Great Lake. Just loves writing in general

Matilda "Tilly" Honey Granger-Weasley

Has a photographic/eidetic memory

Got expelled from Hogwarts in her sixth year for using an unforgivable curse on another student who was bullying/harassing Elias, but doesn't regret it all.

Finishes up her studies at a small non-boarding wizarding school in Romania, where she lives with her Uncle Charlie and his queerplatonic partner, Barnaby, and their cat, Wick

With the help of Barnaby, dyes her hair platinum white (think Zoe Kravitz when she had white hair)

Moves to America almost as soon as she graduates

Travels the world to write about different wizarding communities for the Quibbler and for her sister's museum

A little too obsessed with Joan Jett

Loves lucid dreaming

Elliott "Ellie" Ryleigh Weasley-Wood

Genderfluid

Has narcolepsy. Tired all the time and been known to dose off during class. And meals. And conversations

Needs to wear glasses but doesn’t, because they don’t want to look like a nerd. Looks like a complete nerd when they run into shit all the time and it doesn't help that their notes are always wrong because they refuse to sit in the front of class

Witnessed a car accident on a street one day and has been able to see thestrals ever since. Hates to think about it

Loves strong tasting food. Spicy, hot, cold, salty, super sugary, bitter... down to eat anything to be honest

Became a therapist for the wizarding community

Amare "Mar" Sabra Weasley

Own a huge shaggy grey and white dog named Ollie who she took to Hogwarts with her and is her best friend

Ellie, her cousin, is her other best friend and they love building huge forts and watching Disney movies together with tons and tons of snacks. Ollie always joins

Didn’t care one bit about school. Hated studying with a passion. Barely ever showed up to class. Was in detention more than all of her siblings and cousins combined

Worked as an intern at Lee Jordan’s radio broadcasting company for a few summers and hosted her own show that was based around old music after her sixth year

Alcoholic. Can't even be around firewhiskey

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Sunsets Back Home (pt. i)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Billy longs to see a California sunset again, he misses the way the sun kisses the rim of the ocean; how the wind carries salt...how the sand feels. He doesn’t think it can ever be the same now that he’s stuck in the middle of Indiana... But...it seems in his dark days, he’s forgotten that despite where you are...the sun always sets the same. A few hours talking with little miss Y/N and he can’t help but give in to a ridiculous arrangement...too bad she can’t make it happen....or can she?

Type/Style: Imagine, female pronouns

Warning(s): None really...a bit of angst (it’s Billy, c’mon now..)...lots of fluff...and...a hopeful promise to be fulfilled!

Word Count: 7k

a/n: I thought of this on a whim!~ I decided that Hargrove needed a lil’ more love because that boy is....so much more than what people cookie-cut him to be <3 (sorry it’s a bit long, got carrrieddddd awayyyy...<3)

Also...that wink in that gif...hadddd meee weakkkkkkkkk -- WEAK; I say!

Please send requests! I’m excited to write for you all! I have many stories coming out soon, as I’ve got burs/ideas of them written out and ready to be flushed out and made reality! Can’t wait! I wish there was more time in the day..what can ya do? What can you do...<3

Part 1 (you are here) - Part 2 - Part 3

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Most wouldn’t think it, but he liked sunsets. Yes - the Billy Hargrove - enjoyed witnessing the sight of what most would consider; sentimental and considerate. The dance of light finally meeting its downfall finding solace in the horizon and touch of land as a welcoming embrace. Yes, Billy enjoyed them. If you spoke anything about it though - you’d surely never be able to speak again - he’d make sure of it...(that classic Hargrove style of his).

Back in California, he’d drive down the winding roads linning the coast; to one of the many piers, or find a nice, withdrawn, abandoned stretch of beach and watch the sun dip into the water; simmering with the last lights of day. The smell of the ocean, the feeling of sand underfoot, the sounds of tranquility, and the sight of such a beautiful phenomenon...how could one not love it?

He found himself at peace when watching the great ball of flames and gases have its own tragedy - reminding him that everyone and everything has its own weaknesses; its own flaws. Reminding him that even with those flaws, the sun is still able to rise once again - banishing the darkness of night to the corners of the world. An endless, honorable cycle.

He knew that even if his father’s heart was made of what the sun chased away - Billy could still wake up each morning and go on living. Sitting in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling, his mind wandered back to The Golden State.

He had a cigarette hung loosely from the corner of his mouth, one hand on his chest, the other jaded off the side of his bed. He was in a plain, white tank top, accompanied by denim jeans hanging shyly off his hips. His door was shut and there wasn’t anything he wanted to do on this early evening besides brood in his own thoughts and emotions.

Hawkins, Indiana was nothing like California...nothing like it. They didn’t have beaches - not the kind Billy was looking for (lakesides didn’t count, they didn’t carry the same grand-gestures or even the vast mileage of just...ocean). It was drab, cold, and shit always seemed to be lurking around every damn turn. Hawkins didn’t have the same style as Cali either - with its energy, the air of freedom... Here, Billy felt trapped. Suffocated. Alone. Nothing. He felt nothing here.

They say home is where the heart is, but Billy forgot long ago what such a phrase meant. Throughout his years, he found that if you gave away such a vulnerability, you’d only end up stabbing yourself in the back. People were not to be trusted, because they were snakes who had venom dripping down their fingertips, hiding in the grasses ready to strike a weak heart down without a second thought. A handshake was a deathwish, and a smile was worse.

Home is where the heart is - to Billy this meant: you cannot trust anyone, because if home is where the heart is - your heart is in your own goddamn chest -- and who else better to trust than yourself? Yes. That was the motto of a lifetime.

And Hawkins...Hawkins...was not home, to begin with. There was nothing to keep him here (besides...begrudgingly...Max, he knew he wasn’t always kind to her, but...he needed her to learn to never rely on someone else, because it would only end up in tears and disappointment. If she knew how to keep herself guarded and hold a level mind...he’d say success to his job as an older brother). He’d always felt alone, even back home...but...now? Billy had nowhere to go. Nowhere at all. Home being miles away from...here.

There wasn’t a California sunset waiting for him at the end of the road; just some crappy gas station adjacent to downtown Hawkins. At the end of the paved road, all Billy could see was his own violence, longing, frustration...he figured driving slowly would only prolong those feelings within him. So he drove fast. Always, always driving fast. If it was all a blur around him, maybe he’d forget who he was and where he was...

Because God...all he wanted was to be found...maybe if he drove fast enough, wished hard enough...someone would see him. The pitiful man he’d become - and they’d see he needed someone...anyone...just...a hand to hold, a heart to love, and a mind to cherish.

And as they say; (though Billy thinks they say a lot of things...can’t they shut the hell up and mind their own goddamn business?) there is more to life than simply increasing in speed. Billy hoped someone would stop him one day. Ask him why he was driving so recklessly...he’d only ask them a question in return. Did I lose the road yet? If they told him no; he’d sigh. I guess I’ll have to be faster then.

Knock, knock, knock.

It came in threes, followed by a soft, even tone. “Billy...can you take me to El’s house?” Max’s voice was heard from behind the door, only muffled to a slight distortion. He rolled his eyes; he wasn’t doing anything - but...the silence of collecting his own mind was more than enough to be doing for an entire decade. It would keep anyone busy if they decided to take a look in that head of his.

“Yeah, yeah - whatever. Just be ready by the time I’m out the door or your ass can walk for all I care.” He heard a soft okay and her gentle footsteps were gone. He wondered briefly if Max too felt alone - but...the images of her smiling and laughing with her friends...that...that was all the family she needed, besides she had Susan (his step-mother) as well, it wasn't like she was completely on her own...He was there too... Billy wiped a troubled simper from his lips, throwing the butt of his joint out the window.

He slid his boots on, grabbed his car keys, and slung his leather jacket over his left shoulder. “C’mon, Max!” He yelled down the hall while tapping his sunglasses down.

The drive was quiet. It always was. Maybe it was because Maxine couldn’t ever speak above the music Billy played, or maybe she just didn’t have anything in particular to say; not to him anyway. He didn’t mind. Her presence was enough.

He slammed on the breaks, and out of the corner of his eyes, catching the redhead brace herself readily (she’d been in a car with him enough times that his driving was more than normal). He watched her climb out, carrying a small bag with her. He raised an eyebrow in question, fingers rapping the steering wheel.

“She asked if I could sleepover,” Max explained while holding a hand up to close the passenger door. He gave a curt nod. “Call me--,” “Yeah, yeah, I know...if I need something or whatever.” He wondered if Max thought he said that out of mockery and habit. Billy meant it...despite how he may sling it, as much as he’d hate to admit it - he’d be back here in less than six minutes if she asked...

He watched her knock on the door, and expecting to see the sheriff - he was greeted with a face he’d never seen before. Leaning forward in his seat, he tilted his head in slight curiosity, not really caring if it was odd he was still parked outside.

His window was open, and their conversation flowed through with ease. He even turned down the radio a few notches; to make sure he didn’t miss a single note.

“Hey, Max! You here for El?” the y/c/h haired girl chipped, holding the door open.

“Yeah! Are you babysitting tonight?” Mayfield asked hopefully.

“Yup, Hop asked me to -- he’s got a late shift at the station, I think,” the young woman explained.

Billy wasn’t quite sure who this was, but he could tell Max was well acquainted. She looked roughly his age - she’d probably gone to Hawkins High without him even noticing; Hargrove rarely ever forgot a pretty face - especially if it had been hers (names, sure - but he remembered their face at least)...he’d have known if they’d met before.

She had y/l/h y/c/h hair, and from what he could make out - y/c/e eyes that seemed excited to see his little sister. He wondered who this babysitter was. So, instead of leaving right away, as he usually did - he killed the engine, the music freezing abruptly - both heads turning just as Max was entering the house.

“Does uh, your brother need something?” Y/N asked while tilting her head, looking down at the younger female.

“Beats me, he never really sticks around this long,” Max didn’t waste much breath on it - not really caring what Billy wanted. Disappearing into the cabin a second later, calling for El.

The y/e/c-eyed girl stepped outside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. “Hey! It’s Billy, right?” She greeted kindly while walking to meet him at the front porch’s steps. Of course, she knew who he was...No one knew his name without his face to match (not a face like his anyway...and certainly not a name like his).

Sure, she’d seen him a few times when dropping Max off - or picking her up. A few more times around the halls at school, and at the basketball games (almost all of them to be truthful)...and once at the pool (deciding to hide instead of being caught by the particular lifeguard).

“Glad you know the name, do I get the pleasure of yours?” Y/N was taken back by his wave of...charm and confidence. She’d seen him around school, philandering up a storm; walking like he owned the place...but...that didn’t matter anymore, because they were both graduated. There shouldn’t be a single title to his name; other than Billy Hargrove. No, Billy The New King, or Boy Toy Billy, or even The Billy Hargrove...as of now - he was just Billy Hargrove...the kid dropping off Max for a sleepover.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N,” she offered, leaning against one of the support pillars holding up the roof over the porch.

“L/N? By chance, you have a--,” “Brother? Yeah, he used to play basketball with you for the school.” Y/N filled in for him. She wondered if he had ever realized that she’d been to all their games, had seen Billy play, and how much of a commotion he made when he got fouled...(she’d laugh about it on the car ride home, her brother only rolling his eyes telling her that if Hargrove ever found out you make fun of him - he’d have your neck).

Billy had no knowledge of this, he didn’t think L/N had a sibling - let alone a sister as attractive as the girl before him. How come he’d never heard him talk about her? Not even a hint of lockerroom talk from any of the other boys either...

“Who knew little Davy was hiding you at home,” he chuckled while lifting one foot to rest on the second step of the porch. Leaning back on his grounded leg, hands in his jacket pockets. He looked like a god on earth and Y/N could understand why David told her to stay away from him. All he cares about is alcohol, sex, and his own skin, Y/N/N -- don’t even think about bringing him home. She’d never believed all of it - well, some of it...from first-hand experiences of watching him have girls fall to their knees with just a wink... Nonetheless, Y/N liked to judge a character for herself - which was why she got along with the party so well -- she lives next door to Henderson for Christ’s sake! She can smell the geek on him...(not that Y/N cared, she’d often go to his house and just hang out with the kid - seeing as he was an only child, and his darling mother worked most of the time. Y/N was an avid babysitter for him - a good friend of Harrington’s at that; which explained why Dustin had a hard time deciding who was his favorite sitter; he told Steve it was him...but...he was really only protecting the brunette’s, dainty heart).

“Ha, well -- little Davy -- is literally, the most overprotective guy, you’ll ever meet,” she explained with a shake of her head and a good-natured sigh. The number of boys David had run off “for” her...He wasn’t any good! He was looking at your ass! I just don’t like him! He was acting out of line... If he saw Y/N now - talking to Billy Hargrove, the catch of them all...he’d have had a heart attack for sure.

Billy only nodded, he understood why. The same reason that he cared for Max in his own way...what did they call it? -- Brotherly love.

He fancied the way Y/N could pull off a solid grey T-shirt like she was wearing Ralph Lauren - preparing to walk the runway. He liked her casual air...a lot.

“Well, seeing as you’re still here - is there something you need?” Y/N asked while trying to steer the attention away from herself and back to the topic of babysitting El and Max (she had a strange feeling that Hargrove didn’t just come here to make sure his little sister went to bed on time).

“Just wanted to see who’d be watching Max for me,” he shrugged earnestly. He ran a hand along his chin and the dirty-blond pushed back a few curls from his view. “Glad to see she’d be in good hands.”

The conversation carried on longer than Y/N and Billy both thought it would, he ended up coming inside when it got dark.

He was sitting at the small kitchen table, the distance so short, if he reached out his hand, Billy could grab Y/N’s. The girls were in El’s room - intimations of laughter would bubble up every now and then, allowing for both Billy and Y/N to breathe easy that both were okay and not doing anything troublesome (so they assumed).

“So, you just expect me to believe...that?” she snorted while shaking her head, using her hands as if to push away the thought and the words he’d spoken, back to where they’d come from.

Billy was leaning in his chair -- slouched -- having one arm resting on the tabletop, the other hung over the back of his seat. He shared a smile with her (and damn did he have a nice smile...whether it was fake or not, Y/N found herself staring for a second too long. Even with the sneaky wink he’d shoot her when he noticed her gaze - she still felt that Billy was being...genuine), while lightly drumming his fingers on the table. His left leg was bouncing up and down...up and down...Billy was clearly the jittery, go-go-go type.

“I’m for real! She didn’t even realize she’d left without them!” He chimed, noting the way Y/N’s y/c/h hair was held back messily with a polka-dotted scrunchie; thinking it was kinda cute how she held such a childish essence.

“But...they were her underwear!” Y/N sputtered, lowering her voice as she spoke, pulling a hand to her lips in obvious disbelief.

Billy shrugged, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “What can I say? One night with me and you’ll forget your own damn name, sweetheart.” Oh, he was smooth...

Y/N had so far taken him as a flirty guy - but she’d also noticed he’d listen when she spoke. He’d give her all his attention, and it washed her in a sense of simple understanding. He’d not be a step out of line when not necessary, and he hadn’t raised his voice once (like he was oh-so infamous for).

Yet, Y/N was reminded by the small voice in her head, that he had almost killed Steve and Lucas only last year...and she recalled the multitude of fights and parties Billy’d pick and crash; sleeping with anything with legs and a pretty face...remembering the distaste the majority of the party held for him (she’d even comforted Max once when she was frustrated with the said boy, claiming that he was just the worst to live with - so moody, so cold, and hateful of everything).

It shocked her honestly, to see Billy act so...normal. It kept her on edge, curious to see if this was just a facade or his charm acting up - assuming those old habits would die hard with him.

“What’re they doing out there?” Max questioned while pressing her ear to the door. She’d heard laughing and talking, and when she and El realized Y/N had invited Billy in - and he’d accepted it...both were left suspicious and confused. Max had expected Billy to burn rubber as he left, the second she got out of the car, heck, he’d have done it with her half-way in. So, she was more than astonished to see he’d come in the damn house.

They were both pressed to the door, trying to understand why Billy was being so...weird. “He better not try anything with her,” Max grumbled while listening to her brother’s hearty chuckles - narrowing her eyes at the sound. Max couldn’t tell if he were being serious or not, his charm held such a captivating lure...no one was safe.

“Maybe he likes her.” Eleven’s honesty had always shocked Max and the gang. She always spoke her mind, and always had something to say with such heart and interest (of course, she knew that El wasn’t the most versed in speaking, but she could speak well enough by now).

“Maybe...,” Max offered lightly, her eyes dodging to the girl,” But Billy doesn’t like girls - he doesn’t like people, for that matter! Not like that anyway,” The redhead explained, only partially listening to the conversation held between the two eighteen-year-olds about Billy’s job as a lifeguard. She was too fixed on but Billy Hargrove hates getting to know people...Billy Hargrove hates small talk and cuts to the chase of whatever he does...Billy Hargrove hates going slow...

“Maybe it’s different this time,” El proposed while offering a shrugged solution, lifting a hand to scratch her neck.

“Maybe.”

“Are you sure you wanna go now, Billy? It’s really la--,” “It’s fine, dollface. This isn’t my first time driving in the dark, L/N,” he chuckled as he stood himself to full height. His sunglasses now hanging from the collar of his tank top.

Y/N frowned, playing with her fingers as she glanced outside the nearest window. “Yeah...but...it’s...really dark, and the road here is like - at this weird angle - you know? Like, right where you turn in to get to Hop’s cabin? Yo--,” “If you wanted me to stay. You could’ve just asked.” He cut through her rambling, smiling to himself as he watched Y/N’s face paint pink at his “humor-filled” suggestion.

“O-oh! I mean...I...uh..It did kinda sound like that,” Y/N offered sheepishly, not believing her own feeble-minded mistake (saying such a thing in front of him...of course, he’d take it as...an offer...). That hadn’t been her intention, she just wasn’t sure if she liked the idea of Hargrove driving blindly without a proper road, save for dirt cut through the woods...

Billy only waited, watching her; arms crossing over his broad chest. “You want me here or not? Make up your mind, princess...I can’t just stand here forever.” His tone was teasing, and yet, it was sincere in the oddest way. Y/N bit her lip and glanced around the small cabin, trying to decide what to do with this...rather sticky situation. The girls had long gone to bed - Y/N had peaked in for a check-up, and found them asleep on the floor for some reason...by the door at that. (Billy had been kind enough to carry each to the bed and help Y/N tuck them in, seeing as she wasn’t apt enough to do it as effortlessly as he. She was thrown off to see him so willing and so helpful for someone who Max described as senseless and selfish).

“Um...,” she brushed past him, Billy eyeing her as she did, wondering what she was up to - turning to watch her step to the couch. “This pulls out into a bed - I know that ‘cause Hop lets me stay here a lot.” Y/N confessed a bit shyly.

Billy was so surprised to hear that, that he didn’t even fight her while she was casually offering him to spend the night. “You...stay here...a lot?”

“Oh...uh, since Davy left to Virginia for college, the house is...kinda..ummm...lonely,” she admitted softly. Now that, had Hargrove stunned. He was surprised to hear that leave her lips as a follow-up.

“What about the rest of your family?” He asked while walking over to help Y/N remove the cushions from the pull-out. He was interested in her response, Billy hadn’t known the L/N estate was...lonesome.

Y/N pulled the left seat off and plopped it to the floor. “The only person there is my aunt - but she works....like...a lot. So, I don’t see her very often. She’s a businesswoman or something like that.” Y/N told while struggling to pull the actual pull-out bed from its original placement. “Here, let me do it.” Billy offered.

He didn’t even break a sweat...usually Hopper grunted in inconvenience, as the stubborn old thing was always a bit finicky - it seemed those muscles of Billy’s weren’t just for show (Y/N had presumed they helped him pick up chicks or just to be manly). She thanked him, and then shuffled down the short hallway, looking for the pillows and blankets - Hop usually had them in the closet in his bedroom.

“You home alone most of the time?” Billy asked while following her a bit awkwardly - not really knowing if she’d need help again, nor knowing what to do with himself still there. He hadn’t expected...well...any of this to happen. He was hoping to snag Y/N’s number and leave, or even persuade her to ditch the babysitting and come home with him...(the options had been endless in his mind...Billy supposed he just hadn’t thought of this being one of them).

Y/N didn’t really tell people about her absent home life - from what she knew, she had it easy (she’d heard a few stories from Max...and it had her heart twist for Billy). Y/N was surprised she was so easy to tell him (of all people) - maybe it was just the heat of the moment...

“Yeah - well, since Davy’s gone now - and my aunt doesn’t come back for weeks on end...it’s just me,” Billy admired how she could say such a sad thing without faltering - in fact, he thought the smile on her face was too gently worn for such words.

“Oh, I have a cat named Lolly...-- but I know you meant...like...real company,” Y/N added with a soft laugh. Finding the spare pillows and blankets on the top shelf in the sliding door closet (Hop’s rather messy closet, that is) she reached up on her tiptoes to seize them.

Getting a hold, Y/N passed them down to Billy who stood behind her (closer than she’d like to admit, and closer than Billy realized). He chuckled.

“You sayin’ Lolly isn’t real company? That’s harsh,” he joked.

Y/N could only giggle - she didn’t take Hargrove as the...witty type. She expected a poke about pussy-cats or something lude, she almost felt shameful for how much she undermined him.

“She’s good enough I suppose...likes to hide more times than not though, so really...I’m the victim here.” Billy only offered a crooked grin.

“There, you’re all set up!” Y/N announced, clapping her hands together at the finalized work. Billy was standing a few feet to her left, an eyebrow raised as he glanced over the mismatch pillowcases and random maroon comforter - along with a few other sheets that clearly didn’t make a set. Not that Hargrove was complaining, he had learned to take blessings in life with ease; as they were rarely given out and when they were, they didn’t last long).

He ran a hand down his chin, nodding at their so-called quick thinking and handy-work (as Y/N placed it). “Okay...and where are you sleeping? Hopper’s room?” Y/N hadn’t thought about that...she wasn’t a fan of sleeping in a someone else’s bed (some could argue that sleeping on their couch wasn’t any different, but she begged to differ. The bedroom was a private space and she didn’t feel swell invading that).

She also wasn’t sure if she even had permission to do so - Jim was only expecting Y/N and Max to be staying the night...and not a third guest as well... (if she called him asking about it, he’d get suspicious - and as it was, Hopper treated her as a second daughter - and would drill her about who was there, and if he found out it was a boy...Hargrove at that...he’d flip his lid. Probably never trusting her again - goodness sake...Hopper would hire another babysitter for her as she watched the kids...a sitter for the sitter...).

“I um...I mean yeah...I guess,” she replied while thinking over her options thoughtfully. Hop staying the night at the station meant he’d be back by...she calculated...maybe sometime tomorrow morning. She could fix his room back the way it was, still leaving enough time for Billy to wake up reasonably and---

“Look...if it’s too much trouble, I’ll just go,” Hargrove answered quickly, seeing the slight alarm in her y/c/h eyes. As much as he’d like to stay over - he wasn’t going to stick around if he were a bother. He knew what it was like being bothersome to someone...he didn’t need to add to a new list.

To be frank, Billy himself wasn’t sure why he was being so considerate to someone else’s troubles in the first place. Normally, he’d kill to be out of the house - unsure of what mood his father was in...and how he’d react to Billy being home so late...

Maybe it was because he learned Y/N’s favorite bands were The Rolling Stones, Queen, and Guns N’ Roses (all of which, he approved of). Or that she liked talking with her hands - allowing him to be entertained as she told her stories (Billy thought it was amusing to see such excitement over something as little as that one time I fell because I missed a step and everyone saw it moment). There was also the fact that Y/N talked about Max so highly (while Billy had rolled his eyes, scoffing lightly - as he had a reputation to keep up... he was beaming to think that Y/N thought so of his little sister).

She’d also mentioned a taste for late-night drives and hating a kid named Vance Kerr back in her Junior Year (You wouldn’t know him - he moved to Ohio before you and Max came ‘round. But God...was he awful - let me tell you about this one time he--), and the time Davy and her snuck out to met with Harrington (to which Billy groaned on cue, earning a smack to the chest and a laugh. Oh, shut up, Hargrove!) for a party...

Point being...Billy didn’t do much for other people. He didn’t see a point in putting more energy than it was worth. People were disappointing; conniving; and cruel...that’s what they said about him anyway. That’s what they’d made him believe...

So, for Billy to give Y/N a soft smile - reassuring her it’d be fine if he just...drove home...it took a lot out of him. But...for her? He didn’t mind letting his reputation slip.

Standing on the front porch, arms rubbing away the chills of a summer’s night; Y/N watched as Billy strode to his car. “Billy, I really don’t--,” “Relax, princess. I’ll be fine. I’m a big boy, and fully capable of driving fifteen minutes down the road without losing my way in the dark,” he eased while chuckling. Billy’s left arm holding himself up on the side of his Camaro. While he came off calm and collected, he was truly shocked at her display of...care.

Billy didn’t think it was possible to be so sincere and endearing with someone you’d just met less than twelve hours ago. No one had ever cared enough to ask him to stay the night - not for sex - but to simply make sure he wasn’t driving in the dark...that was honestly...something...he’d consider....sweet (and he rarely used said word; You want your ego stroked? Go ask Harrington to give you a-- it was too...soft...for a guy like him to use and, or be referred to as).

“Will you be okay here with the girls?” He asked, switching the attention back to Y/N, his eyes never leaving her as he popped his driver’s door open. She stood there, leaning against the wooden pillar, arms holding her heat as close as possible before the chilled summer swept it away.

“Oh, yeah! I’ve done this plenty of times! - Though I’ll admit, sometimes I have Steve’s help - I’ll be fine, really! He’s usually only around when all the kids are with us, but I’ll be fine with these two.” Hargrove didn’t like when people talked too much (nor when they brought up Harrington), but for some reason...he didn’t mind Y/N’s rambles...he almost...enjoyed them.

Noticing the slight shiver run down her figure; Billy clicked his tongue shaking his blond head of hair - walking back in her direction. Y/N raised her eyebrows, going to question his actions - wondering if he’d decided to just spend the night instead of going home. She was tempted to crack a joke - but he stopped her.

“Here, you’ll get cold standing there like a moron,” he muttered, sliding his leather jacket around her shoulders. “Bu--,” “I’ll get it back when I pick Max up. Don’t worry, L/N,” he paused, and she swore it, that her heart skipped a beat at that smile of his. Illuminated by the soft glow of the cabin’s porch light, Billy’s skin was glowing golden and his eyes were rimmed with a glittering warmth, their blue color seeming to intensify at that moment. Hargrove’s curly hair had a golden hue - and Y/N had to blink away a faint streak of fatigue to realize that it was simply a few out of place strands and not a halo of sorts...

“No seriously, I’m just gonna go back inside--,” she was cut off again as Billy sighed, a roll of those pretty blue orbs and a tug of the coat to be more snuggly fit about her torso. His hands stilled as he fixed the collar; lingering there for a few heartbeats extra.

Billy licked his lips, glancing away from her for a short instance (but all Y/N could see was the way he bit his lip nearing the end - and the way his long eyelashes brushed his cheeks gently). “Can’t you give a dog a bone, Y/N? I’m trying to say, I wanna see you again...but you’re not lettin’ me do it!”

She was speechless. His hands slowly falling from being so close to her neck, dropping to dig into his jean pockets. “I’ll keep the jacket, Billy. Until you come back tomorrow.” He smiled at Y/N’s response - her gentle blush even evident in the dim lighting. He thought that despite having her back to the light; it really wasn’t fair - because a soft glow seemed to haunt her silhouette anyway (and that just wasn’t fair for him to have to walk away from without looking like a fool).

“Thanks, princess,” he hummed while winking, trekking back down the set of stairs and towards his car. Y/N admired the defined muscles of Billy’s arms, seeming to show-off without him even having to try. She also thought his white tank top was tastefully tight. Shape up, Y/N! You’re drooling! God...

“Oh, and Billy?” He hummed, slowly spinning back to Y/N on the balls of his feet. He was just a few steps from his (still) open car door and questioned her by cocking his eyebrow.

“I-I...I liked talking to you...,” Y/N admitted while playing with the edge of the too-long sleeves (Billy’s jacket fell down to meet her mid-thigh and it was still warm with his presence). “You’re...a...a nice guy.”

Billy only smiled, offering her a soft goodnight, Y/N, and then he was in the car - and pulling out without another word. The music still as loud as ever. Y/N only waited a minute or so before she could no longer see him - silently crossing her fingers that he’d make it home okay...

Closing the front door, she pressed her back to it, soaking in the night’s events at their truest form. She’d talked to Billy Hargrove...and it hadn’t been about sex...(he’d made a few cracks at it - but it was lighthearted nonetheless). Y/N wasn’t even sure why she offered him to stay the night; she told herself it was because she didn’t feel okay with him (or anyone) zipping down the road in the dark...but...Y/N knew there were other reasons. She wasn’t the type to invite guys to stay over; heavens no! (Steve and the boys didn’t count because they were honorary family - even Steve who she’d agree was good-looking...he was too much of a dork to even attempt flirting successfully).

Maybe it was because Billy’s favorite drink was Jolt Cola (an overly spiked energy drink, bursting with caffeine...so much, that she didn’t think it was safe for anyone to be consuming), and he liked late-night drives just as much as she did - windows rolled down, music turned up.

Or how he hadn’t interrupted her unless he had a suitable reason (like when she nervously rattled off, Billy had put a hand to hers and gently changed the subject) - staying respectfully quiet and nodding when Y/N spoke, as a sign of acknowledgment to him listening.

Maybe it was the fact that Billy had a sweet-tooth, claiming he could introduce her to the best kinds of chocolates she’d ever had...or...maybe it was because he enjoyed watching sunsets. Yeah...Y/N liked that about him.

Oh, and the other night - this was after the whole pranking Harrington thing - I saw the most beautiful sunset, like...you won’t believe how gorgeous it was! I...um...know it’s kinda stupid to...rememeber... she’d trailed off when he began chuckling under his breath. A hot new color finding her face, hands tampering with a chipped corner of the kitchen table. No, no -- I don’t mean to make you embarrassed! I...I just think it’s ironic. I...uh...like sunsets too.

When Y/N had asked Billy if he’d seen the one she was talking about, he’d only shook his head, tapping the table with his pointer. Not the sunsets here, L/N. I’m talkin’ ‘bout the ones back home in Cali. I haven’t watched a sunset since I came to this crappy little town. Y/N hadn’t taken offense; too focused on the fact that Hargrove had been missing out on such pretty moments in time - the only chance he’d get to see the sun ready itself to rest, draped in painted colors of pink, red, and orange... It happened every day, and he still managed to miss it.

God -- you’re crazy, Hargrove! What’s the difference! He’d only shaken his head, his tongue skimming the skin of his teeth as he leaned back in his chair. Billy had explained that back home, the sun was different. A California sunset is better than any skimpy one you see here, kid. I’m sure the sunset you saw, was nothing compared to the one happening three hours later in Cali.

Tightening her scrunchie (gifted to her by Eleven - promising to always wear it), Y/N pursed her lips. Well then, Hargrove - you haven’t seen everything this... ”skimpy” town has to offer. Using hand gestures she’d used air-quotes on his words - narrowing her eyes playfully.

Billy had rolled his eyes, lifting his eyebrows once in understanding, though Y/N could tell he was still unconvinced. Sure, doll. Whatever your little heart wants to believe. Y/N had then and there, decided one thing - Billy Hargrove -- I’m gonna show you the most...amazing sunset you’ve ever seen! It’ll blow those California ones out of the water! They shared a smile, Billy’s bordering smirk (at her poor attempt of a clever pun) while competing in a short staring contest. It was as if Billy was trying to have Y/N take her words back if she blinked. She hadn’t. And so he ruined the lovely moment by mentioning she could always blow something else...

Y/N tried settling down on the pull-out bed (previously set up for Billy), drawing the maroon quilt to her chin. She had the radio humming lowly in the background, as she found white-noise the most excellent way to fall asleep. Y/N lifted the jacket, still adorning her body, up to her nose. The collar smelt of cigarettes, a classic Aramis cologne, and what she could only describe as...Billy Hargrove (Y/N made a mental note to tell Billy when returning his jacket that he pulled off Aramis’ scent flawlessly...woody, with a fresh smell she couldn’t place...spiced with cinnamon maybe...and garnished with that masculine touch she thought represented Billy perfectly).

She drifted to sleep with only good thoughts of her night - hoping to prove to Hargrove that he could truly enjoy a sunset...even if it wasn’t Cali’s beach dime reflections and beauty.

Who would’ve known...Billy Hargrove enjoyed sunsets. Y/N wasn’t sure what to anticipate anymore - he’d already thrown all of her expectations out the window (and of course, she’d thought some of it was simply for appeal...as he was notorious for flirting, to which by now, Y/N suspected him to have perfected it - she did not deny him that). Either way, it made her smile as she fell asleep, thinking it possible she had Billy Hargrove all wrong...

The drive home was quiet. Though it was always quiet. Billy didn’t have someone to talk to - the melodies of music being his only company. He was speeding down the road, nodding his head lightly to Scoprions ‘You Rock Like A Hurricane’ as it lulled the night’s silence to something more his pace.

He was rewinding and replaying his night spent with Y/N... Puffing an air of smoke out from his lungs - he held his hand out the window to get rid of the ash (he didn't like getting it in his car after all).

She was unpredictable. Absolutely someone Billy wouldn’t have given the time of day if they’d met in a different situation (and if it hadn’t been Y/N that he’d met, it wouldn’t have been worth a single breath - he’d be certain of it).

Y/N had this...enchanting air surrounding her - leaving Billy with more questions than answers. He wanted to ask about how she felt - now that David was gone...how did she...feel...being home...alone. And if she didn’t mind; he wanted to ask her - shaking her by her shoulders either for the truth - or for an answer of how? How she managed to be okay with being alone... weren’t nights dark and days indifferent? Y/N had mentioned staying at Hopper’s house more times than not - so maybe being alone bothered her more than she led on. If so...they had more in common than he’d originally pinned her for.

Billy would also criticize what Y/N thought was a good sunset. Throughout their talk, he’d learned that she had never left Hawkins - not once in her lifetime. He’d been floored. So..you’ve like...never...been to the beach? She had bashfully said no. God, you would love the beaches in Cali! Our house was like...on the beach...and surfing -- wait, don’t say you haven’t even thought about it before?! Y/N had only rolled her eyes, grin on her lips as she reminded him where they were. She was admiring the way he seemed to lit up like a little kid at the topic of something he really loved. No beaches around here, Hargrove. I’ve never even dreamed about it. Billy had promised, then and there - that he’d one day, take her to the beach to teach her to surf. And as a payment...I suppose you’d need to wear a bathing suit...I like the color red, by the way, L/N. He just had to go there.

In return, Y/N had promised him the most amazing sunset he’d ever lay eyes on. I’m gonna hold you to that, L/N. He’d teased. Oh, I won’t disappoint, Hargrove! On my word! Why he even told her his interest in gentle dying evenings was beyond Billy... He had never told anyone; as it’d totally throw off his image of being this badass, chick-magnet, with no regrets or regards...mainly because desolate failure who missed his old home, dragging daddy issues wherever he went, who also squealed at sunsets didn’t have a ring to it, nor did it fit...

Now pulling up outside his house, Billy cut the engine quickly, his music having already been turned down to a low muted static. Neil wasn’t a fan of Billy’s favored engine roars and revving. Getting out of the midnight blue Camaro, he stepped out his cig and made his way down the busted walk-way in easy silence.

Slipping into the house undetected was a blessing, and he was able to make it to his room without any issues. Kicking his shoes off, he stripped to his boxers. Laying on the bedsheets with nothing but the ceiling to look at...Billy wondered how Y/N was seriously going to pull off a sunset better than California’s.

Billy still believed that leaving your heart carelessly on your sleeves would only result in disaster...but, he was reminded that he’d given his entire jacket away - so screw the sleeves...he had neither.

He could only hope Y/N spared him that...mercy was the gift of a genuine soul...and good God...he hoped she was forgiving - because Billy wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but he’d found himself slowly letting his guard down. All of that time spent building it up - brick by brick with stones of malice and contempt.

All that being threatened by a lonely girl with a grey T-shirt and a polka-dotted hair-tie...topped off with (a now) sick leather jacket.

“This damn sunset better be worth it, L/N,” Billy mumbled to the darkness. Lord knows how she’d have answered such a remark.

Falling asleep, Billy thought it possible he had Y/N L/N all wrong...

Sooooo~ what do you think about part 1 of Sunsets Back Home? I wasn’t planning on it being a possibly two-parter (or three), but here I am...XD

Part 2 anyone? <3

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