#if you let me quiz you i can tell you exactly what kind of coffee would be best for you at each coffee shop

[cinderspots]

WHAT DO YOU ORDER WHEN AT A COFFEE SHOP

Depends on where I'm at, I don't go to some of these atm, bc they suck, but I remember my orders

Star: nitro cold brew w/sweet cream or Pink Drink

Black Rock: Mocha w/vanilla

Dutch: double torture (double shot vanilla mocha)

7-Eleven (SPECIFICALLY) : vanilla cold brew

Any convenience store otherwise: vanilla bean coffee monster

Summer Moon: Mocha Latte

Apparently Teapioca counts as a coffee shop (doubt): Taro Milk Boba or Strawberry Milk Boba because WHY WOULD I ORDER COFFEE HERE WHAT IS THE INTERNET TALKING ABOUT

McDonalds: caramel frappe

Go to try out drink is a latte with vanilla if it's a small place. Otherwise, I will try things out until I find the most caffeinated drink that I still like

[surftrips]

love at second sight — part two.

pairing: jj maybank x reader

series summary: when jj is hired at the cafe y/n works at, memories of a night they spent together arise and so do their feelings for each other. part one here

word count: 1,205

author's note: sorry for taking so long to post this next chapter! i started uni last week and have been super busy, but i'm still writing in my free time i promise! hope you all enjoy :)

“Alright, next question. What’s the difference between a latte and a macchiato?” 

“A latte gets steamed milk and a macchiato has more foam!” 

“Ding, ding, ding! That’s another point for Maybank!” 

It was Wednesday, exactly one week since your ex-hookup (if you could even call him that) walked into the cafe you worked in. You were quizzing him on the drink recipes, and so far, he was nailing it. 

You flipped through your flashcards in search of another question. “Ready?” you asked him.

“Hit me.” 

“How many espresso shots does a medium hot latte get?” 

“Two.”

“And a medium iced latte?”

“Trick question, also two.” 

“Alright, Maybank, I officially give up. You might actually beat me in employee of the month.” 

He smiled at you, but before your cheeks could heat up from the eye contact, he cleared his throat. “Y/N, can I ask you a question now?” 

You felt your heart skip a beat. Was he going to ask about that night? No, of course not, he doesn’t even remember that night. You were both wasted. Or maybe it was just you. 

“Uh, yeah, sure. What is it?” you said as calmly as possible. 

“Am I the best employee you’ve ever had?” 

Oh. He was just being JJ. 

You chuckled, “You’re the best employee we’ve had in months, but sorry, no one can beat me. I’m kind of a big deal in the barista world.”

“Oh, yeah? Where is your #1 barista award? I don’t see it anywhere,” he said, looking behind you at the wall where your manager had put the health inspection certificates up. 

“I actually keep it back at home, don’t trust it around customers and all. Someone could take it at any second.” 

“Right, righttttt.” He dragged on the ending of the word to stress his sarcasm. 

“But seriously, how are you liking it here? Think you’ll end up sticking around?” You silently hoped that he wouldn’t be another seasonal employee that quit after a few months.  

“Yeah, I think so. Unlike you did at the party last year.” 

Shit. He did remember. More than you thought. 

Wait. I was the one that left that night? I could have sworn that we had parted ways at the same time. 

You must have been speechless for a good minute before he spoke up again. “Come on, Y/N. My memory’s not that bad, you can see that much from how I’ve been acing your coffee quiz.”

“Wait- so why did you pretend not to know me last week when you walked in?” you asked, confused. 

“I never pretended not to know you, it just never came up and I wasn’t going to introduce myself as the guy you hooked up with at a party from a year ago. And honestly, I thought you were going to acknowledge it first. I could tell by your face you remembered me.” 

“So you’ve just been keeping this in the back of your pocket all week? You didn’t think to bring it up earlier?”

“Alright, Y/N, when did you think a good time would be? I didn’t want to spring it up on you in the middle of training!” 

“I don’t know! Just… not now! I- I don’t even know what to do with this information.” A beat. “So, let me make sure I’m getting this right. I…. left you at the party after we hooked up?” 

“Yeah, pretty much. I gave you my number but you never called me back.” 

“You’re kidding, right? When did you give me your number?” You tried to maintain your composure, but on the inside you were screaming. YOU HAD HIS NUMBER THIS ENTIRE TIME?

“I slipped you a note, think I wrote it on a napkin.” 

“JJ, are you serious right now? I was literally almost blackout drunk and you think I was gonna hold on to a napkin?” You meant it in a lighthearted way, but as soon as you said it, you regretted it after seeing JJ’s face fall. 

“You know what, I’m sorry, I should have never brought this up. It was completely unprofessional of me and we’re coworkers now, so I never should’ve said-” 

You cut him off. “No, JJ, it’s okay. Really. I’m the one that’s sorry. I’m sorry I never said anything afterward, I was so wasted I thought you had left me or we left together and I just never got your contact information. You don’t know how badly I wanted to reach out to you, but it was a really bad time for me.” 

You sighed, continuing, “I found out my ex cheated on me that day and I told myself I wanted to be single for a really really long time and then I met you that night and I was so scared because I felt something that I hadn’t felt in a really long time.” 

“And what was that?” 

“Butterflies.” 

He smiled at you, and you could almost feel yourself start to float off the ground. “Do you know how long I thought about you after that night?”

You shook your head. 

“Every single day. For at least a week,” he said dramatically. 

“At least a week? Are you purposely trying  to make me mad at you right now?” 

He chuckled, “I’m kidding! I don’t know how long it was, but I know it was a long, long time. John B. and Pope kept trying to get me to come here because we heard you worked here but I kept chickening out.”

“You know I don’t bite,” you joked, trying to break the tension in the room.

“Well, now I do. But that’s not what I was scared of, I was scared that you wouldn’t remember me.”

Now, your face fell. You couldn’t believe it. You both had gone an entire year thinking about each other and neither of you were brave enough to reach out to the other? It made you sick thinking about all the time you had wasted. Time you could have spent together. 

But maybe, just maybe, you needed that time apart to better yourself. You could safely say that you were nowhere near where you were a year ago. Ever since your breakup, you found that you were happier than you had been in a long time. You spent your days working, studying, and taking care of yourself. You ate three meals a day and even meditated from time to time. Hell, you even found yourself journaling every once in a while. 

Perhaps, this was the universe’s way of telling you that there’s no such thing as right person, wrong time. If they’re the right person, the time for them will come. 

“JJ, do you believe in fate?” 

Your question seemed to catch him off guard. “Fate?”

“Yeah. Like divine timing and soulmates?” 

He thought about it for a second. “Do you want me to say yes? Because then, yes.” 

You laughed, “No, seriously. I’m genuinely curious what you think.”

“I don’t know much about divine timing, but I do believe that there’s a person out there for everyone.” 

You nodded, “Me too.” 

Ding. Ding. The sound of the bell at the counter awakened you two from your intense staring competition. Back to work.

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[viperbarnes]

The Tie That Binds – [Three of Eight]

[B. Barnes, Soulmate AU]

Summary: HYDRA took everything from you, your life, your future, they even burned off your soulmark to make sure nobody would go looking for you. Now the man they forced you to fix reappears in your life, to make amends and to be ‘of service’.

You know that they made him do all those things, that James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is not The Winter Soldier, that he’s innocent. You don’t blame him.

But that doesn’t make seeing him again any easier.

Warnings: Panic attacks, language, talk and depiction of home invasion and abduction, canon level violence, HYDRA levels of torture, angst, fluff, slow-ish burn, friends to lovers.

Note: This is entirely un-beta’d so all mistakes are my own. Thank you for reading!

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You’ve just stepped out of the grocery store when you’re half-barrelled into by something big and solid. Instead of falling, like you expect, when the moment passes, you realise not only are you standing upright, but that your arms have been relieved of the two heavy paper bags you’d previously held.

It takes you second to fully process the situation, but when you do, you find yourself blinking up at the smug face of Bucky Barnes, your load now tucked easily under his arm, looking a whole lot smaller than when you’d struggled to pick them up.

“Wha– I thought you were away?!” You let yourself gasp in belated surprise, resting a hand over your heart momentarily. He wears sunglasses, which you find odd considering it wasn’t exactly bright out, but you’re still a little too taken aback by his sudden appearance to really make note of it.

“And miss our shopping trip?” He asks, voice filled with mock horror.

“You can’t shake me off that easy. I stick.” The smugness melts from his features, replaced by something softer as you shake your head at him, beginning to walk.

Almost a whole month and a half of these regular, strange meetings, and the two of you had fallen into something that felt a lot like friendship, but crucially, wasn’t quite. Usually he’d help you with your groceries, sometimes you’d corner him at a cafe and seemingly quiz him on aspects of HYDRA and your capture. It was… comfortable, and you hated to admit it, but you’d sorely missed actual human interaction.

Bucky moves to walk beside you on the footpath, and you eye him. You understand why he wears sunglasses now, at this angle you could clearly see the large purple and black bruise around the ring of his eye, and when you take a closer, less subtle look at his clothing, you realise he’d simply thrown on his heavy winter coat over top of what looked like a blue motorcycle jacket.

“You know I would have been just fine if you had somewhere else to be…” You venture, shifting your eyes away from him as you speak. Bucky glances down at you, and then at his attire.

“Just got back.” He says shortly, though you’ve come to know that was just his way sometimes.

“Most people might go take a shower… get some sleep… not go help some lady with her shopping.” You muse.

The slight smugness returns to his face and his gait and he swings his head to look down at you with a corny grin, only added to by the shades.

“Most people aren’t me.” He tells you cockily, leaning down slightly to emphasise this. He leans back again moments later, as if considering you, and you squirm a little under his gaze.

“Besides, I think you like having someone do the heavy liftin’.” It’s still part of his act, something halfway between a shadow of himself from a different time, and a romance lead perhaps.

You noticed he fell back on humour, on sarcasm or this faux personality whenever he felt like his true response wouldn’t be acceptable. Maybe most people wouldn’t notice the shifts so clearly, but you do. You did the same thing any time you had to interact with another human being.

Still, the way it makes butterflies appear in your chest sends you off kilter every time, not just because it was him, but because it had been a solid amount of time since anybody spoke to you or flirted with you like you were a halfway decent option. Especially someone who looked like Bucky.

You weren’t blind, you’d recognised his objective attractiveness long ago, somewhere in a dimly lit room, where tracing his jawline was a distraction from whatever else.

But it was different now. He wasn’t just the tragically beautiful assassin you were forced to work on, he was… Bucky.

An almost friend.

Bucky.

You scoff at his display, and at any fleeting notion that he’d even really look at you twice, and shake your head.

“I can’t say it doesn’t help on the days my hands shake too much… Lost one too many cartons of eggs to that.” You chortle at your own past predicament.

You miss the way Bucky’s smile falters, and his shoulders drop, and he forces himself to look away from you for several seconds.

“Where were you, anyway?” You ask, changing the subject as you come to a set of lights. Bucky shifts your groceries to his other arm and cocks his head at you.

“I’m pretty sure our deal was that I answer questions about what I used to do. Didn’t think my current shenanigans were on the table…?” You see an eyebrow rise above the lens of the glasses, and roll your eyes.

“Fine. I didn’t want to hear about your sidekick stuff anyway.” You turn away from him slightly only for him to step into your view again.

“Sidekick? You call me a sidekick?” Bucky sounds almost genuinely offended, and you scoff, leaving him trailing behind you when the walking light turns green and you make for the other side of the street.

“Please, you’re basically a professional sidekick.” You can’t keep the grin from your lips now as Bucky hurries to catch up with you, his brow now in a deep set frown.

“That’s unkind. That’s hurtful.” He tells you, truly, honestly pouting.

“I’ll have you know my sidekick stuff is extremely interesting.” He continues, sticking his nose up a little now. You shrug.

“Probably, but you didn’t wanna tell me about it so…” You spin to face him as you speak, stopping on your apartment buildings stoop.

Bucky still pouts as you blindly buzz yourself in, taking towards the stairs right away. Bucky follows, and you realise a little too late that he never usually came inside with you. He’d usually hand over your things at the door. Truthfully, as dismissive as you were being, you were actually rather glad he’d shown up, and you weren’t quite ready yet to part ways.

The rest of the climb to your floor is filled with Bucky huffing about how cool his job was, and you internally wondering if it was too weird to invite him inside. Your fear of the man had all but evaporated, despite the frequent dreams you’d been having, but you wonder if letting him into your home would change that.

Your apartment was your sanctuary. You had escape routes mapped just in case, you’d organised your things so that there was always some kind of makeshift weapon available to you in every room… considering these plans were made with his last break-in in mind, you’re not sure how your subconscious might react to having him physically within your space again.

You act as natural as possible, and when you do reach your door, you force yourself to steady your hand as you unlock it. Bucky had stopped even his playful whining, and you know he isn’t ignorant to the current situation.

Stepping inside, you hold your door open with your hip and casually jerk your head in the direction of your kitchen.

“That can just go on the counter.” You say, cursing the slight shake in your words. You continue ahead of him quickly, even as you hear your door close shut behind you, depositing your purse and coat on the sofa.

Bucky does as you say, and you turn in time to see him step back from the countertop, his eyes darting around the space quickly.

A different kind of anxiety rolls over you then, and you regret having not tidied up a little before inviting him inside.

“It’s a little messy…” You apologise, sweeping some dust from the nearest surface and scrunching your nose. Bucky blinks at you and frowns, opening his mouth, but you accidentally cut him off as another thought hits you.

“And I’m sorry about the cold… The window keeps breaking.” You gesture to the main window in your living space, rolling your eyes a little.

Bucky’s face morphs into a frown as he looks past you to the window in question, a plastic bag duct taped over a portion.

“Your windows broken?” He asks, concern filling his voice.

“It keeps happening. My landlord employs the cheapest handyman in the city, I swear to god…” You roll your eyes again and try to brush it off with a laugh, but Bucky’s face doesn’t change, even as he looks back to you.

“It’s the middle of winter.” He states, and then before you can reply, he straightens, his frown of displeasure shifting into one of determination.

“I’ll fix it.”

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Bucky replays the clips on his phone one last time, making sure he properly understood the instruction, before he moves to copy it.

A short trip to the hardware store later, he’s back in your apartment, sat awkwardly on your windowpane as he finishes up replacing the lower piece of glass. He’d made sure the piece he’d bought was hardy, and unlikely to cause you future problems. He can’t imagine how cold it would have gotten in your place with a broken window, and tries not to scowl.

You linger nearby, having put your groceries away and offered him coffee, you now sit on your couch pretending that you weren’t watching him.

He doesn’t blame you for eyeing him just as nervously as you had on his first few visits with you. Seeing each other out and about was one thing, but he doesn’t underestimate the amount of trust you were showing in allowing him into your home. Hell, he doesn’t even think he’d be extending such liberties if he were you.

But he’s glad for it, if not only for selfish reasons.

It was easy for Bucky to pretend he didn’t know your status to one another. He’d ignored the little black mark long enough, ignored the urge to seek you out (before he knew you were you) so it really wasn’t that different for him. The only problem, and it wasn’t really a problem just yet, was that Bucky liked you.

He liked your jokes and your sass, he liked the way your expressions spoke louder than your words ever could, and how you didn’t even seem to realise you were making them half the time. He liked that you always seemed to have something interesting to add to a conversation, even on topics he wouldn’t have thought had much interest.

You were smart, and funny and cynical in all the same ways as him, and Bucky liked spending time with you. If he didn’t think it would make you uncomfortable, he’d hang around you a lot more.

Being friends with you was easy, in the same way that being friends with Sam was easy. He didn’t have to hold back certain information, or pretend he was something he wasn’t. You knew everything already, and for some reason, had decided you were okay with him sticking around.

“Do you think you’re going to find your soulmate?”

The question nearly makes him jump, as if you’d been looking right into his thoughts.

Bucky stops what he’s doing briefly and looks up at you. Your lips are pursed and your eyes move from his exposed wrist to his face. He coaches his face into what he might consider normal if the situation were different, and hums.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He clears his throat, and watches you shift your position on the couch, tucking your feet underneath you.

“I don’t know. It’s not really something I have to consider, so I guess I was just thinking about our situations… How it would feel.” You frown as you speak, and Bucky already knows you’re unsatisfied with how you’d answered. He stops completely and faces you, giving you his full attention.

“What do you mean?” He prompts. You think for a moment.

“I guess I just don’t know if I would.” You state, still frowning, though this time for an entirely different reason. Bucky feels something in his chest tighten.

“I don’t know. I’m not exactly the most normal person in the world… and I know your soulmate is supposed to be your perfect half, but there’s still choice involved, right? Not everyone chooses to be with their soulmate in the end…” Your eyes turn down to your lap, where you fiddle with your fingers nervously.

“I’m just not sure they’d want me.”

Bucky’s stomach drops at your confession, something an awful lot like hurt shooting through him.

He wants to hurry and reassure you that you were wrong, that you didn’t have to worry, but he stops himself.

He reminds himself that your fears were his own, only he knew for a fact the answer.

“I don’t think you should spend your time worrying about that.” He says carefully. You stop fidgeting and look up at him. He swallows thickly.

“Your soulmate will want you, regardless of if you’re the most normal person in the world or not. And if they’re worried about your past, or the way it affects you now, then they probably don’t deserve you anyway.”

Bucky shrugs, and tears his eyes from yours to continue in his task, but stays fully aware that your gaze remains trained on him.

“If you found them, I’m sure they would want you.” He adds, almost anxiously, his mind buzzing with a million thoughts.

From the couch, you let out a short laugh, the tension in the room lifting a little. He spares a glance at you, unable to to stop the smile that creeps onto his face at the sight of your own.

“What?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“Just never took the Winter Soldier for a romantic.” You tease, making him roll his eyes.

Bucky puts the last touches on your new and improved window and takes a step back.

“Would it shock you to learn HYDRA didn’t count it as a useful skill?”

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[inkandpen22]

Young Hearts Divided (3/?)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader / James Potter x Female!Reader 

Warnings: none 

Word Count: 2.3k 

Part Summary: As James and Sirius continue to act strangely, Y/N struggles to figure out the reason. When James asks her to do something, the pieces start to fall into place, leaving her even more confused than before. 

Masterlist

James and I study for History of Magic all afternoon following copying Lily’s notes. James is lucky I actually understand History, otherwise, we’d both be in trouble. As I go over the chapter with him, he takes notes for the first time on this portion of the book. During class, he’s usually sleeping or doodling. It’s rather distracting being his seat partner, especially when he asks me to play Tic-Tac-Toe with him. One of us has to pay attention because we can depend on Lily to cover us. 

“What led to the Goblin Rebellion of 1612?” I quiz James. 

He taps his chin with a quill, thinking up an answer. After it takes longer than it should, I lean back in my chair with a raised brow. Unable to withhold my amusement, I snicker at my struggling friend. He’s toast, this exam is going to wreck his marks. 

He whines, reaching across the table to gently grab my arm pleadingly. “Help me!” 

I giggle, sliding my book toward him. “Read up. You’re going to need it!” 

He whines some more, childishly pouting. “But I hate reading,” he groans, tossing his head back. As an idea pops into his head, he perks up, “summarize it for me?” 

I open my mouth to protest, unsure if I’ll do it justice, but James cuts me off eagerly. 

“I’ll make it up to you!” He insists. “I’ll… I’ll…” he struggles to think up compensation. Then, he snaps his fingers, pointing at me as another apparently brilliant thought crosses his mind. “I’ll take you to Hogsmeade this weekend!” 

“See! You already got a part of it,” I point out, ignoring his silly offer as I bring my textbook back to me considering he’s clearly not going to use it. “Hogsmeade is where the rebellion occurred! Tell me more.” 

He rolls his eyes at my seriousness, a hint of a smirk on the edge of his lips. Leaning forward, he crosses his arms on the table between us. “I’m serious Y/N,” he whispers so Professor Pince doesn’t shush us. “Let’s go to Hogsmeade this weekend.” 

Our group has never missed a Hogsmeade weekend. Any excuse to mess around drunk off firewhiskey and butterbeer is our preferred free time activity. Except for Lily and Remus, they play the parents. 

“James… everyone is going there this weekend…” I state a matter-of-factly with amusement before turning to write down in my notebook. 

“No, I mean….” he pauses, licking his lips nervously as he avoids my eyes. Evidently, he’s unsure of his words. 

I place my quill down, his hesitation earning my attention. It’s not like James to sound so anxious. What is wrong with everyone today? Did someone pour a spell in their pumpkin juice at breakfast today? It was probably a short term spell from Malfoy or Snape, a payback prank. I guess it’s a good thing I slept in. 

“James,” I place my hand on his comfortingly. His eyes break away from the space between us and meet mine with amazement. “It’s okay,” I laugh softly. “You can say anything to me, safe space here.” I wave my finger in a circle to gesture to our table. 

He laughs, nodding his head in understanding. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right…. I know. You’ve always been really easy to talk to Y/N. Uh, which is somewhat why I wanted to… um… ask you to Hogsmeade… You know, to go to Hogsmeade with me,” he stammers nervously, combing his fingers through his hair with his free hand. 

“Go with you as you go on your date?” I seek to clarify, still kind of lost in translation. 

He narrows his eyes, somewhat confused himself. “Yes…” he answers, making it sound more like a question. 

I nod at a steady pace, processing his words. Okay, well, this day has been anything but average. It’s not even supper time and already two Marauders have suddenly expressed interest in me. One minute, we’re all just friends and the next two of the most infamous playboys at Hogwarts are claiming to have feelings for me. I swear to Godrick Gryffindor if Peter or Remus stop me in the hall to confess their love I’m packing my things and going into hiding. Plus, I could’ve sworn James was head over heels in love with Lily? He told me so multiple times. Whenever he gets drunk we have a heart-to-heart about it. He asks me for advice and I assure him to be himself. Could his feelings have changed without me noticing? It’s hard to believe, but not impossible I suppose. 

Not wanting to hurt him, I accept the offer, “Yeah, yeah sounds good.” 

He smiles brightly, enthused by my answer. “Okay, um yeah, cool!” 

What harm could it do? I’m sure nothing will come from it anyway, James is pretty filthy with his affections. He’s been claiming to be in love with Lily since First Year but has dated girls since them. I’m sure I would even call it dating, they were more like flings here and there. I suspect James might just be confused or annoyed with Lily not reciprocating his affections, so he’s looking to me for some guidance. I don’t mind helping my friend figure out what he wants, as long as he doesn’t act irrationally. 

One problem though, how is Sirius going to react? We aren’t exactly together, but we can’t ignore what occurred at the lake today. He’ll be with us at Hogsmeade, we always go together as a group. I hold the necklace that Sirius gave me between my fingers without James noticing. What a confusing chain of events. I’m not sure what to think. I’m not sure what either of their intentions is. I never thought any of this would ever happen. I wonder if Sirius’s outburst during lunch has something to do with James’s offer? The two seemed rather harsh with each other. James clearly knew that Sirius and I were down at the lake considering he was next to Sirius in Potions and likely read the correspondence as Marlene did. My next thoughts are: how much does he know? Does he know what Sirius said? Does he know what he gave me? If so, does that have anything to do with him asking me to Hogsmeade? Is it all a competition with him? I’m utterly lost and all I can do is see how it pans out. I don’t want to shout accusations and end up hurting someone by accident. It’s odd, I’m both looking forward to this weekend and somewhat dreading it.

James and I decide to skip dinner, staying at the library to cram for History after James gets a sudden urge to study. James finishes telling me a humorous story about his family’s vacation many years ago when we returned to the tower after sundown. 

“My dad was soaked-” He describes with amusement. 

“Password?” The Fat Lady interrupts as we approach. 

“magia enim quisque est,” James answers, not missing a beat. He doesn’t even glance at the portrait. The Fat Lady swings open, revealing the passageway as James continues his story. “I thought my mom was going to topple over, she was laughing so hard!” 

I cover my mouth, laughing at James’s words. I’ve never had the privilege of meeting the Potters like some of the others. They sound like really fun from what I’ve heard from James and Sirius. 

Our friends are gathered in front of the fire. The fire is the main source of light in the room other than some weak candlesticks on the walls. Peter and Remus in opposite armchairs, with Lily sitting on the floor resting against Remus’s seat. Marlene is sitting on the floor directly in front of the fireplace, playing cards with Lily on the coffee table. Sirius sits at the far end of the couch, appearing to be venting to Remus. Everyone’s attention turns us when they hear us appearing in the Common Room. James and I stop, our shared laughter settling down as we peer at our friends. 

“You two were busy,” Marlene remarks with a smirk as she lays down a card on the table. 

“Yeah, you missed dinner,” Peter reminds us, sounding rather distressed by the idea. 

“Eh,” James shrugs, not too fazed by the matter. He presses his hand to my back, guiding me to sit on the couch with him. 

I follow his lead, not physically reacting to the presence of his hand through my mind is racing.

 “We can go grab something from the kitchens later,” he adds with a wink as grabs my waist to cross in front of me and sit in the middle, between me and Sirius. 

I blush, not used to receiving so much attention from James. I mean, I’ve known him since we were eleven so I’ve been the receiver of his relentless flirtatious personality, but now I’m starting to think it’s not unintentional. I ease down on the cushion, crisscrossing my legs comfortably. 

“You’re not allowed to do that,” Remus warns, knowing well enough that James won’t listen. “Unless you want another months’ detention.” 

James casually rests his arm on my leg as if he’s done it a thousand times before. Lily and Marlene silently look up from their cards, taking note of the action. They look between me and James’s arm as his thumb rubs against my knee. I share their looks of astonishment without the boys noticing as they’re too distracted by James and Remus going back and forth. I have no doubt this will be the hot topic when we head to bed. I exhale deeply, subconsciously picking at my nails, a nervous habit. 

“Did you hear what happened to that First Year in Herbology?” Lily is quick to change the subject. “Apparently a Slytherin boy fainted!” 

“Isn’t there a kid who faints every year on Mandrake day?” Marlene laughs, returning to their card game. 

“Not surprised it was a Slytherin,” James remarks mockingly with a chuckle. “They’re such pansies.” 

I frown at James’s words, my eyes focused on my lap. I have friends in Slytherin, they’re decent people. Granted, their house has a bad reputation, but that doesn’t mean they’re all bad. I have family members who were in Slytherin, they’re not evil or anything. Shoot, I could’ve been a Slytherin, the Sorting Hat debated on it. It saw motivation and cunningness in me, in fact, it nearly outweighed my Gryffindor qualities. 

“Forget that!” Peter nearly bursts with excitement in his chair next to me. “Did you hear about Snape?!” 

“Peter!” Lily snaps uncharacteristically at the boy. 

James and I jump slightly at the rudeness of Lily’s outburst, my hand gripping his on my knee instinctively. James glances down at my hand and I swiftly remove it. Peter cowers into his chair as though he was just reprimanded by a parent. My eyes flicker between the two, brows high like everyone else’s, except for James who continues to look at me admiringly. 

“What happened?” Sirius finally speaks, grumbling disinterestedly. Did he just miss Lily snapping? After that, he still has the guts to ask what happened? That’s bold. 

Lily glares at the jet black-haired boy. I lean forward peering in front of James to see Sirius’s reaction. He appears unfazed, slouching into the cushion beside James. His features are sharp, covered with evident frustration and annoyance. 

On that note, I think I’m going to excuse myself before things get too heated. Frankly, I don’t really care what happened with Snape. The boys obsess over picking on him and Lily worries for her childhood friend. Though I don’t condone bullying, I don’t care to get involved. I’m civil with both parties. 

“I’m going to head to bed,” I announce, already moving to stand up. 

Protests erupt amongst the group, each of them talking over each other. The only silent parties are James and Sirius. Sirius hadn’t reacted, starring ahead at the fire with a frown. 

James peers up at me with disappointed eyes, waiting for silence. “But I thought we were going to sneak down to the kitchens?” He pouts, holding my hand loosely. 

“And risk getting a detention?” I chuckle at the boy. 

“That didn’t seem to stop you this afternoon,” Sirius mumbles bitterly under his breath, not having the decency to look at me in the eye as does. 

James looks over his shoulder at his best friend. In unison, our friends begin to talk over each other again, this time exchanging their farewells and excuses for heading to bed. I’ve never seen Lily shove cards into their box so urgently before. I thought Remus was going to trip over himself, he leaped up so quickly from his seat. Now, the three of us are left alone in the Common Room. Sirius hasn’t even flinched once despite the chaos that just occurred around him. His eyes remain in narrow slits as they focus ahead on the burning fire. James burns holes into his friend, waiting for some sort of reaction. His hand continues to hold mine, it’s the only reason I’m still here. I would’ve safely run off with the others given the chance. I sort of feel like I’m rudely watching a private moment between best friends. Do I say something? In my defense, I wanted to leave before everyone else did. 

Building up the courage to break the silence, I slip my hand from James’s and stutter, “I’m gonna… I’m gonna go.” Hopefully, that won’t make either of them burst or something. Urgently, I pick up my books off the side table next to the couch. 

James and Sirius both snap their heads in my direction. Okay, not what I had hoped. I freeze, unsure of what to do or say. I have two pairs of eyes pouring into me. One pair black, the other hazel. I press my books to my chest nervously. 

Suddenly, the sound of the Fat Lady opening interrupts us. Professor McGonagall appears from the dark archway in her robe and cap. Her distraught expression makes my heart sink. James and Sirius both fly up from their seated positions behind me, sharing in my worry. Already predicting what this may be about, I’m too afraid to move.

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Puppy Love {Elorcan Angst/Smut}

A/N: Collab with @tacmc. Let’s be honest. This is pure smut with a thinly veiled plot. And we have no shame.

WC: 5,161

Lorcan’s fist slammed against the door again, the reverberations shooting up his arm and causing the pictures on the wall to rattle.

“Open the fucking door, Elide!”

There was no response from inside.

The silence only made it worse, only made him angrier, only made him panicked.

“Elide,” he said, voice low, trying a calmer approach, but it only made his hands shake at his sides.

He waited.

Took a deep breath.

Two.

Nothing.

He slammed on the door, continuously, wanting to break it down, but using his fist as cordially as he could muster, instead.

“Elide, I’m sorry, okay? I’m so fucking sorry.”

The words had flowed from his mouth before he could stop them, constantly said by his friends on the team, but as a joke.

The lack of reply told him everything he needed to know.

He heard the key in the front door behind him, but it was already unlocked, and the door opened freely.

Manon and Asterin Blackbeak entered the apartment, the cousins’ eyes narrowing as they saw him standing outside Elide’s bedroom door.

“What are you doing here, Lorcan?”

“Fuck off,” he muttered, knocking on Elides bedroom, once again.

“Go home,” Manon snapped, walking up beside him and pushing him out of the way. “El? It’s Manon. We brought you food.”

They waited for a moment, but still nothing came. Manon slowly turned to Lorcan, golden eyes narrowed. Asterin had taken a seat on the couch, clearly ready to watch the show.

“Why are you still here?” Manon asked, voice low, the to go box with Elide’s breako clutched in her hands. “I told you to go home.”

“I’m here for Eli-.”

“I know why you’re here, but this is my apartment, too, and I’m telling you to go home,” she said, voice rising with every word.

Before Lorcan could reply, which was probably for the best, the door creaked open slightly.

Manon surged forward, entering before Lorcan, but he looked in. And what he saw made his chest crack in two.

Elide’s eyes were red and puffy. She glanced up at him, and he could see the pain his words had caused.

He hadn’t known she was there, she’d told him she wasn’t coming to the party because she would be studying for their bio chem exam. The game of Never Have I Ever started out innocently enough, teammates asking about stupid pranks and injuries. And then one of them had to bring up Elide.

“Be honest, Salvaterre. You’ve hit that, right?”

Gods, only in his wildest dreams. But he couldn’t tell them that. He had a reputation to uphold.

“Of course not, have you seen her?” He’d taken a drink from his beer, draining the cup, and although his friends’ eyes had gone wide, he’d assumed it was just due to the bluntness of his words. He continued. “She’s cute, but she’s too cute. It’d be like fucking a puppy.”

He stood, heading for the keg for a refill.

And she’d been standing there, in the doorway, tears already streaming down her beautiful face.

Lorcan froze, unsure of what to do next. He wanted to run to her, but that hesitation cost him. She shook her head and ran herself, fleeing the party and getting far as hell away from him.

Now, the next morning, sober enough to get to her, Lorcan was in her apartment, heart breaking at the damage he’d caused.

“Elide,” he said, breathing her name, his eyes widening at her distress, but she just shook her head and went to close the door.

But he stopped it with his hand and took a step toward her.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He whispered. “Please, just, give me a minute to explain.”

“If you enjoy having those fingers,” Manon crooned, the words a promise rather than a threat, “you’ll let go of the door before I shut them in it.”

He bared his teeth. “I don’t recall you being a part of this, Blackbeak.”

Her golden eyes were damn near glowing with anger. “You made me a part of this when you made her cry.”

The door slammed shut, and if Lorcan hadn’t jerked his hand back at the last second, Manon’s promise would have been fulfilled.

“Why don’t you run back home to your dogs?” Asterin asked from behind him.

His shoulders slumped as he ran his hands frustratingly through his dark, tangled hair. He slowly turned to face her, all the anger having faded. Now, he was just tired. Now, he just felt like shit. Now, he had lost his best friend, the woman he was in love with, and wasn’t going anywhere until she spoke to him.

“I’m not leaving until I talk to her,” he said, making sure his voice was loud enough to be heard through the door, but keeping his calm.

“You’re not welcome here,” she said, her voice sharp. “And your name isn’t on the lease. So I suggest you get out before we call-.”

Elide’s bedroom door opened and Manon stepped out. If looks could kill, he’d be a dead man. “If I hear so much as one sob from her, if I hear her crying at all, I will come in there and I will personally rip your balls off one by one and feed them to you.”

Lorcan’s eyebrow rose and rather than be concerned for his own safety, he was wondering what kind of kinky shit Dorian Havilliard was into if these were the kind of threats his fiancée made.

Elide stood in her doorway, clearly waiting for him to enter, but she wouldn’t look at him. She wouldn’t look up from the fuzzy Christmas socks she wore, regardless of the fact that it was barely October.

He entered the room and Elide shut the door and locked it. She said nothing, leaning against her desk and crossing her arms over her chest.

Lorcan wasn’t sure to begin. There were a million things he wanted to say, a million things he should say, but none of them were coming out. Instead, a horrendous amount of stuttering was taking place when he opened his lips to attempt an apology. “Elide... I... Look... just- th-I...” He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He had never been good at apologizing - he’d had very little practice. It definitely wasn’t something he was known for.

When he opened his eyes, once again, Elide was watching him, but he quickly broke her gaze. He’d been in her room countless times, but this time felt different. Not only because he was an asshole and couldn’t make it right, but because he wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and lay her down, apologize with his actions instead of his words, but that was a pointless ideology to have.

“El,” he began, again, speaking slower so that his words didn’t get jumbled. “I fucked up and I’m sorry, oka-.”

“Why would you say that?” she asked, her voice nothing more than a whisper. The pain in her eyes was unbearable, but Lorcan deserved to look at the pain he’d caused, even if it felt like a punch in his gut. “Why would you say that about me?”

He sighed, dragging his hand through his hair again. “Because I was trying to save face. Because I was trying to uphold my tough guy reputation. And-.”

“And you could never do that with me, because it’d be too cute?” Her voice was like ice, he’d never heard her so cold.

“That came out wrong, it’s not-.”

She laughed and it sounded so much like Galathynius that he cringed slightly. “How does it’d be like fucking a puppy come out right, Lorcan?” He was ashamed because she was absolutely right. “Just admit you got caught being an asshole and-.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do’,” he said, his voice raising of its own accord. “That’s exactly what you caught me doing! And I’m trying to apologize. What I said was fucked up.”

“It’s not even that it was fucked up, Lorcan.” She shook her head and chewed on her lip. “It’s that you said it. My best friend, my Lorcan, would never say that about me.”

She was right. Lorcan ran a hand down his face and stared at his feet. She was right. She deserved better than that. She deserved someone who would never say such a thing, whether he came to regret it or not. His apologies meant nothing, because she deserved people in her life who didn’t have to apologize.

“You’re right,” he breathed, refusing to meet her gaze. “You’re right, and I can apologize all I want to, but it won’t really make a difference, will it?” He looked up at her then, and those tears continued to stream silently down her face. “I went home after you left last night and I laid in bed and I couldn’t fucking sleep and all I could think about was the look on your face when I turned around and saw you there. I hurt you, Elide, and I usually don’t feel bad about the shit that I do, but when I saw the look on your face…” His words trailed off, and he shook his head. “I realized that when I leave this place in a year, everything I’ve done to uphold the reputation of what this fucked up school expects me to be will mean nothing. When I’m gone from here, I may be known as a good football player, sure, but what’s the point of that? I realized, last night, after being a complete dick, was that I don’t care about any of that. When I’m gone from here, Elide, the only thing that I want to take with me is you. Not my reputation or my legacy or whatever the fuck else. Just you.”

She was shaking her head, the tears coming faster and faster. “We’ve been friends for years, Lorcan. You’ve been my best friend since I was fifteen and I have never imagined you talked about me like that when I wasn’t there. Is that how Rowan talks about Aelin?” Lorcan opened his mouth to reply, but she cut him off. “Of course he isn’t. Because he doesn’t give a shit what people think about him. He loves her and he wants every person he meets to know it. And with how we’ve been recently, I thought maybe you-.” Her voice broke and she shook her head. “Nevermind.”

He knew what she was about to say. For the past few weeks, it hadn’t been their entire group of friends hanging out. It had just been them.

It started out studying for a quiz, but then they decided to grab lunch. She asked if he wanted to meet for coffee. He asked if she needed a ride to class. There had been more accidental touches, less awkward silences. Things between them had finally felt...right.

And now he’d gone and fucked it up.

“Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it,” he breathed.

But she was shaking her head as she took a slow, shaky breath. “Just lea-.”

“No,” he interrupted. It was the one thing he wouldn’t do. “Don’t tell me to leave, Elide, I’m not going anywhere until I make this right, I have to make this right, let me make this right.”

“There is nothing to make up for, Lor,” she said, quietly, her voice small. “Just….please, leave.”

He didn’t.

He stayed put, exactly where he was and said, “I love you. I’ve loved you for years, but I never knew how to tell you.”

She was shaking her head. “You’re just saying that to try and-.”

“If you think I’d use your feelings for me like that, you don’t know me.”

“I feel like I don’t!” She said, tears falling again, though they’d never really stopped. “Fuck, do you know how long I’ve wanted to hear you tell me that you love me? And now you say it and I can’t even tell if you mean it.”

Lorcan ran his hands down his face and let out a deep, frustrated growl. “Damn it, Elide! You know me! You’ve known me for years! How many times have I ever told anyone that I’ve loved them?” He took a step closer to her, hesitantly, but to his satisfaction and relief, she didn’t back away. “I am so in love with you. I’m an idiot, and an asshole, and you deserve a hell of a lot better than me, El, but I fucking love you, am so undeniably in love with you.”

She didn’t move, didn't blink, hardly breathed.

“I love you,” he repeated, quietly.

She was quiet for a long while, and Lorcan could see the internal battle going on in those dark eyes. But when she finally spoke, the words she whispered were the last thing he expected.

“Prove it.”

He didn’t give himself time to think, didn’t stop to consider whether there was another way to show her how much he cared. He closed the last couple of steps between them and pressed his lips to hers, not as gentle as he’d imagined their first kiss would be, but he didn’t care. He just needed to show her how much he cared.

And if he couldn’t do that with his words, he’d do that with his actions.

She gasped at the contact, her body going rigid at first, but it soon relaxed. His tongue slipped inside of her mouth, between her lips, brushing alongside her own, as her hands wrapped around his neck. He pulled her closer to him, his arms snaking around her waist, his mouth crushing against hers with such desperation that he had to remind himself to breathe.

He kissed her again and again, slowly, passionately, his teeth clashing against hers. He should probably calm down, probably be more gentle, take it slower, but he couldn’t convince himself to.

He had wanted to kiss her for far too long.

He pulled away, his forehead pressed against hers and breathed, “Do you believe me now?”

She didn’t say a word, couldn’t remember her own name. The only thing she could do was lean up on her toes and crash her lips against hers again.

Lorcan practically growled as he knitted his hand into her hair and their words were no longer needed.

His back was straining from where he was having to lean down to kiss her, so his hands made a slow, deliberated path down her body, until he was cupping her ass. He lifted her and she gasped, legs wrapping around his waist.

Elide’s back pressed up against the door as he kissed her and her hands dove into his hair. His lips left hers and instead trailed kisses down her neck, to the hollow of her throat and then to spot where her neck met her shoulder and he sucked. The quiet moan that fell from her lips had his teeth biting down on the soft skin, his tongue soothing the ache a moment later.

There was a banging next to her head. “Are you fucking kidding me, El?”

Lorcan’s head snapped up, meeting Elide’s bright, humored eyes and her pale, flushed cheeks.

“Fuck off,” Lorcan called back, but his tone was light as he met Elide’s lips with his own.

If they were bothered by the sweet little moans coming out of her mouth now, Lorcan couldn’t wait for their reaction when she was screaming his name.

Elide was smiling into his mouth as she pulled on his shirt, a silent question with no hesitation. Lorcan leaned back, pressing her up against the wall with his hips as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

Elide had seen him shirtless before, at the beach and pool parties and while he practiced football, but she had never reached out and traced the tattoo across his chest as she was doing now. Lorcan’s eyes closed, enthralled by her featherlike touch against his skin.

They heard someone call, “Traitor!” before a bedroom door closed down the hall.

When he opened his eyes, he found her staring at him, bottom lip caught between her teeth. He reached out, skimming his thumb over the flush high on her cheekbone and then down to that sinful lip. He worked it out from her teeth and whispered, “What do you want, Elide?”

He had imagined this for so long, spent some many nights with his hand wrapped around his cock, pretending it was hers. But he wouldn’t pressure her into anything, wanted her to make that decision on her own. Because, gods, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to make her moan loud enough for the witches down the hall to hear. But he’d wait if she wasn’t ready.

“You,” she breathed. “All of you. Now.”

The slight whimper in her tone, laced into those words, had him instantly hard. He carried her to the foot of her bed and gently laid her down before climbing on top of her, his lips finding hers once more.

“Are you sure?” He asked, terrified to ask it, but felt he had to. And yet, he didn’t break contact with her lips.

“Yes,” she begged, and that was all the permission he needed.

His hips fell into hers and she gasped from the feel of him as his hand snaked up her stomach, to her breast, underneath her old tee.

She wasn’t wearing a bra so there was nothing to stop him from palming her breast and gently tweaking a nipple. The gasp that left her had him grinding his hips into hers and pulling back to look down at her.

His hand left her chest to grab the hem of her shirt - his high school football shirt, he realized with a purr of male satisfaction - and lifted it, revealing those magnificent breasts he’d always tried so hard not to stare at whenever they were even minutely displayed. But now he could stare all he wanted, he could drink in his fill of the expanse of tan skin in front of him. Of the dark pink nipples, peaked in the air, just begging for his teeth to tug on them.

He observed her, worshipped her with his eyes as they grazed over her breasts, her abdomen, down to the leggings that began at her waist. His hand slid beneath her ass as his lips trailed down her neck, between her breasts, over that peaked nipple where his lips wrapped around and he sucked, lightly.

Her slim fingers tangled into his messy hair as her breathing quickened. Lorcan’s teeth tugged her nipple, ever so slightly, as he pushed down the waistband of her leggings.

Elide lifted her ass to help, her little sign of permission.

Lorcan gripped the fabric and ripped them off, tossing them to the side and letting his fingers play up and down the insides of her thighs. With every pass, he moved closer and closer to the apex of her thighs, and she writhed more and more as he teased her. She whimpered and he pulled back to look at her, a smirk on his lips.

She sat up, pulling her shirt over her head and hooking her thumbs in the lace boy shorts she was wearing. She scooted to the head of the bed, her back hitting her pillows, and she opened her legs for him.

She was completely bare and Lorcan thought he might actually combust. His cock was so hard, he was in physical pain.

For a second, he remained still, his breathing heavy as his eyes trailed down her body, and back up again. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off. He was perfectly aware where her wide eyes lingered as his boxer shorts quickly followed. He went to climb back up her body, but she put a steady hand against his chest and subtly shook her head.

Lorcan froze, but she only whispered, “Sit.”

He obeyed without protest, sitting, leaning back against the pillows up against her headboard.

Then Elide was crawling on his lap, straddling his waist, his cock standing tall, teasing between her thighs.

She reached down, gripping him in her hand and he hissed at the contact. Stroking him twice, she rubbed the tip between her folds, the slick heat making his eyes roll into the back of his head.

She pressed his length flat against his stomach, grinding her hips along him. He groaned, gripping them and helping her move.

He licked one of his thumbs and pressed it to her clit, rubbing a slow circle in time with her hips. She whimpered again and he looked up at her. There was a look in her eyes that had him pausing. “What is it, baby?”

She shook her head and laughed. “Nothing, it’s just I-.” She chuckled again, moving her hips deliberately slowly. “That is not going to fit inside of me.”

A dark laugh left him and the sound itself gave her chills. He reached up, pulling her lips down to meet his and breathed, “Don’t worry, baby, it will. It will and I’m going to make you feel so good.”

She laughed, breathlessly, tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

The grin he gave her as she leaned back sent chills down her spine, as her hips paused. She reached down beneath her and grabbed his cock, with gentle hands, and ran a thumb over the tip before lining him up with her opening.

Lorcan’s grin faded as his head fell back against the pillows and he took her hips into his hands. She stayed like that for a moment, and it nearly drove him insane but then she slowly pushed herself down on him, just a little bit, just a tease.

The only reason Lorcan didn’t slam her down, taking her as deeply as he could, was because she was right. Lorcan’s member was larger than most and Elide’s small stature meant she was going to have to get used to his size.

So instead, he began to rock her again, pushing her hips down little by little, until most of his length was inside of her. She was gasping and he was damn near holding his breath.

She was tight. She was so fucking tight.

“Wait, wait, wait,” she breathed, her hands pressed to his chest, “Just a minute.”

Lorcan nodded, reaching up and brushing his thumb over her nipple. He’d wait. He’d go slow. He’d do whatever she asked of him, just as long as he was inside of her.

But then she started to roll her hips on top of him, her eyes fluttering shut, her head tilting back. Her hands remained on his chest as she did so, and Lorcan couldn’t help but watch, his breathing ragged as her slim hips moved in a slow, steady circle. He cursed under his breath as she continued, moving herself up and down on top of him. She went slow, was hesitant, cautious, but persistent. And when she started to become more comfortable, she only quickened her pace, her tits bouncing in front of his face.

He swore, his voice low, his hands gripping her hips as she moved, as she rode him slowly, but relentlessly. The quicker she moved, the deeper that crease between her brows became, the more her nails dug into his skin, into his shoulders.

He did his best to let her lead, to let her control the pace, but when his name fell from her lips, the breathy moan bouncing off the walls, his control broke.

He held her in place above him and lifted his hips, snapping them into her, making her cry out. She fell on top of him and his mouth latched to her breast, while his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. The noises she made were music to his ears and he reached down and grabbed her ass, kneading the curve in his hand.

There was a sharp smack and Elide cried out, clamping down on Lorcan’s cock.

She sat up, her hands on his chest again. An eyebrow raised, she asked, “Did you just smack my ass?”

Lorcan squeezed where his hand had just made contact, smirking. “Depends. Did you like it?”

A grin broke out across her lips as she said, “Try it again and I’ll let you know.”

He did as she asked, and pushed herself down on him until she was full of him and Lorcan was watching her with dark, humored eyes.

“I never knew you were so naughty,” he whispered.

She leaned down to nip at his bottom lip. “You have a lot to learn about me, Lorcan Salvaterre.”

All of his control escaped him.

Lorcan flipped her over, his lips instantly connecting with her neck. He sucked the tender skin, his tongue moving in circles as her moans continued to fill the air.

He was certain Manon was furious.

The walls were thin.

And Lorcan didn’t give a fuck.

Her legs wrapped around his body as he thrust his hips into hers, just once, with as much force as he could conjure. She gasped, gripping his back, and muttered a curse.

Lorcan pulled her hands from him and pinned them above her head with one of his. Lorcan pulled back, almost all the way out, and their eyes connected. Again, Lorcan snapped his hips into her and Elide was unable to stop the scream that fell from her lips. “Fuck, Lorcan, please!”

Again, and again, and again, he thrust into her slowly, deliberately. Every time, Elide cried out and Lorcan pressed his thumb into her clit.

Elide cried out, but Lorcan thrived on the sounds tumbling from her lips, the sounds she was unable to stop. He picked up to a steady pace, his skin growing damp with sweat as he made love to her, fucked her as he had in his mind so many times. It was finally a reality. It was happening, and Lorcan was desperate to make it one to remember.

He loved this woman.

And gods it felt good being inside of her.

A loud bang came from the door. “We’re leaving you, nymphomaniacs. We’ll be back later.”

At that moment, Lorcan’s cock hit that illustrious spot inside her and Elide cried out, her legs shaking and Lorcan groaned as she became unbearably tight.

“Fuck you, too,” Manon yelled, and the outside door fell shut.

Lorcan wasted no time in taking advantage of their solitude, picking her up and putting her back against the door once more. The door shook with every thrust of his hips, his hands on both side of her head, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

He didn’t hold back, was tired of holding back, as he pushed into her, over and over again, relentlessly, faster and harder. The more she cried out, the more those little sounds escaped her, the faster he went, the more he lost control.

Manon was gone.

Asterin was gone.

He and Elide were alone in her apartment, and he would not take that lightly.

His hips connected with hers so forcefully, his cock slamming into her vigorously, that those little sounds flowing from her mouth became mute. Her face was distorted in pleasure, her breathing becoming heavier.

Lorcan was on the verge of losing himself completely.

One of her hands was in his hair, tugging on the long strands and spurning on his merciless pace. The other clutched at her breast, pinching and tugging on her nipple, kneading the soft flesh.

One of his own covered the other and he growled, “Have I ever told you how much I love your tits?”

She let her hand skim down her body and she touched herself, gasping at all of the sensations coming together. “No,” she groaned. “But I’ve always caught you staring.”

“Oh, really?” He brought his thrusts to a torturously slow pace, but they were no less brutal.

“It’s not like you tried to hide it,” she said, giggling softly, only cut off by her gasps, her moans, every time he slammed into her.

Lorcan decided he would never grow tired of it, those sounds.

It only pushed him further. His teeth found her shoulder and he bit into her flesh as he pounded into her, without boundaries. He became one with her as she clung to him, unaware of the rest of the world, unaware of anything but she and him.

Then he was close.

So fucking close.

But he begged himself to hold on, a little while longer, if only so he could listen to the sounds falling from her lips. That could only last for so long though.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said, breath hissing through his teeth.

“Me too,” she said, voice no louder than a whisper. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back and her breathing was shallow. Lorcan watched, watched as her chest began to heave, breasts bouncing. She continued to play with herself, one of the hottest fucking things he’d ever seen, and after a minute, he felt her getting tighter and tighter.

She moaned his name one last time before she fell over the edge, crying out.

He felt her come around him, felt her juices flood out over him, and the sensation had him approaching a climax of his own. He cursed, deeply, brutally, fully captivated by the beauty before him, as he pulled out and came on top of the soft, ivory skin of her abdomen. His head fell back, his eyes closed, and he groaned as he rode it out.

For a moment, he said nothing. He only pressed his lips upon her shoulders, her neck, her lips, as his climax came and faded away.

Elide was the first one to speak, breaking the silence and saying, “With how all of thia started, thanks for not fucking me doggy style.”

Lorcan laughed, the sound full and bright, and kissed her before laying her on the bed. He grabbed a towel from her attached bathroom and cleaned her up before laying next to her and gathering her in his arms.

He was almost asleep when she murmured, “Only eight-forty-five in the morning and I’ve already had three orgasms.” His eyes snapped open and he looked down at her.

“Three?” He asked. He could only think of two times she’d cum: once, right when he’d gotten on top, and then at the end.

She smirked and said, “What can I say? I couldn’t sleep last night.”

He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut without saying a word. She laughed at his speechlessness, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You have no idea the way I feel about you, the way I think about you.”

Lorcan chuckled, pulling her closer to him beneath the blankets. “Trust me, I have a pretty good idea.”

[vangoghmusings]

Hi! Can I request a todoroki x fem! reader x bakugou where the two guys both like reader, but she’s super oblivious! of course bakugou is mad at Todoroki and wants him to back off but todoroki is just calm and gentlemanly towards reader. Lots of competitiveness (and maybe ft. endeavor’s credit card LOL) and class 1-a thinks the love triangle is hilarious! Thank you so much!

a/n: hello!! i love this request oh my god,, and thanks again for being so patient 💓 sorry if it’s a little long, i just missed writing!!

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When Shoto asked you to hang out, it came to you as a surprise. The stoic boy always seemed so focused on school. You complied and said yes, it could be fun to leave the dorms at walk around the city.

“Oi, Y/N-chan!”

You whipped your head around to see your class mate Katsuki, hands crossed over his chest and a slight scowl.

“Yes Kacchan?”

He rolled his eyes at the stolen nickname and slung his book bag over his shoulder, walking to you. You had dismissed from your last class of the day and were packing up.

“Let’s hang out sometime.”

You chuckled and grabbed your bag before facing him. He wasn’t one to give out such offers and be so forward.

“Is this a joke?”

You walked past him and into the hall, a growl emitting from his chest as he followed behind you.

“No dumb ass, I actually want to take you-“

Your phone buzzed and you held your finger up to the blond’s face, telling him to be quiet, he returned the action with a glare.

Your screen displayed that Shoto was calling you so you quickly unlocked it to answer.

“Todoroki-kun! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hello Y/N-Chan, I just wanted to make sure we’re still on for the movie and dinner tonight.”

“Yes!” You chirped, ignoring how close Katsuki was to you, leaning down to try and eavesdrop on the conversation. “Who else is coming with us?”

There was a pause on Shoto’s end.

“J-Just us.”

“Oh okay! Sounds good, we agreed on 7 o’clock right?”

“Yes.”

“Okie dokie! I’ll meet you in the common area then! Later Sho-kun!”

You hung up and turned to Katsuki, tucking your phone into the waist band of your uniform.

“Sorry about that! Todoroki-kun wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight.”

Katsuki furrowed his brows and looked down at you.

“What do you mean.”

You laughed softly and pushed his side playfully.

“Exactly what you think it means. We’re just hanging out.”

Katsuki’s eye twitched and he let out an annoyed ‘tch’. You sighed and stepped in front of him. “Don’t get all mad at me for hanging out with him just because you don’t like him. I’m allowed to have more than one friend.”

“Friends,” He mumbled and shoved his hands into his pockets. “What are you and icy-hot doing anyway?” He asked with slight disdain in his voice.

“Just dinner and a movie,” You chirped, turning the corner to the dorm halls.

Katsuki stopped in his tracks and stared at you.

“What?” He growled. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics and kept walking.

“Dinner and a movie Kacchan, jeez have you ever hung out with a friend before?”

“That doesn’t sound like hanging out to me,” He grumbles. You raised a brow at him.

“Then what does it sound like?”

Before he could answer, a cheery Tsu hopped your way.

“Tsu-chan!” You beamed at your best friend.

“Y/N-chan!” She replied smiling up at you. “Want to go study for the quiz in Hero Law?”

You sweat dropped and nodded.

“Oh crap I totally forgot! Yes, thanks for reminding me!” You turned to Katsuki and have him a wave before heading off with Tsu to study.

“Bakugo-kun looked upset, is he okay?” She asked, peering up from under her bangs. You shrugged and entered her room after she opened the door, hopping on her incredibly comfy, hibernation perfect bed.

“I don’t know, he seemed a little ticked off to know I’m hanging out with Sho-kun tonight.”

Tsu nodded and sat on the floor in front of you.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Dinner and a movie.”

Tsu blinked and stared at you. She was quite surprised that Shoto had actually made a move after all this time. It wasn’t a secret to the class that Shoto had a thing for you. And it was also painfully obvious that Katsuki did too.

“That’s a date Y/N-chan.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Yeah right, if it was a date then he would’ve said so.”

Tsu shook her head and sighed in response. Your obliviousness was too much to bare at times. It was clear who they felt about you. The two boys were quite competitive with each other to begin with, but this was a whole different ball game.

Shoto would prepare your bento-box lunch in the morning, always having it ready before you could even complain that he made you lunch again. Katsuki would offer to train with you, offering you combat advice, but it usually ended with the two of you laughing and drinking chocolate milk in recovery. Those were the subtle moments, other actions, not so much. You viewed it as simple competition between rivals, but the class new better. Those boys were head over heels for you and desperate for your attention. The day you fell asleep in class, Shoto swiped your notebook and wrote all of your missing notes for you before you could wake up. Because of this, Katsuki offered to help you study. But you had already agreed to study with Tsu and Momo. Shoto has won that round.

The day you forgot your umbrella for the field trip and Katsuki gave you his hoodie was a major win against Shoto.

To you it was just your class mates being kind, but your obliviousness has begun to be a running joke to your other peers. Kirishima always seemed to be teasing Katsuki about something and Deku was always throwing Shoto thumbs ups across the class room. You saw cute friendships, they saw hypemen and wingmen.

Once you finished studying and thanked Tsu for her help, you changed your clothes and slipped on your shoes to meet Shoto in the common area. He said it was a nice restaurant and your stomach growled at the idea of expertly made soba. You looked in the mirror at your dress and adjusted the laces of your sneakers before grabbing your purse and walking out.

“Sho-kun!” You chirped at the duo-toned haired boy as you walked towards him. He wore slacks and a sweater, a turtleneck peeking underneath. He cheeks grew red at the sight of you. It was rare for you dress in more than just leggings and a t-shirt when you out of your uniform.

“Y/N-Chan,” he sighed almost dreamily. You smiled at him brightly.

There were a few other students in the common area at this time. Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Deku and Katsuki were seated at the coffee table playing a card game. Yet it seemed to come to a pause when you walked in the room. Deku and Kirishima looked at each other with a worried expression. Sero and Denki beamed in anticipation for the drama that was about to unfold. And Katsuki was already up on his feet and headed towards you.

Shoto blinked out of his daze and looked at the angry blond charging towards him. You turned to see what he was looking at, only to be faced with a fuming Katsuki.

“Oh Kacchan, are you winning the card game?” You smiled kindly.

“No!” Kaminari snickered.

You giggled as Katsuki turned around to shout profanities at the yellow haired boy. He huffed and looked back at you. Shoto standing behind watching the interaction with narrowed eyes.

Katsuki’s eyes were contemplative and anxious, and his words explained why.

“You look really pretty.”

You blinked, heat rising to your face.

“O-oh thank you Kacchan,” you smiled at the unexpected compliment.

“Did you tell her she looks pretty?” Katsuki snarled, glaring at Shoto.

“Well I was going to-“

“Your don’t have to Sho-kun,” you said, uncomfortable from the situation unfolding infront of you. Shoto stepped past you and towards Katsuki.

“Well,it’s obvious why she looks so pretty. She’s going out with me tonight.” A slight smirk crept on Shoto’s lips as Kaminari and Sero let out an “ooooooo”.

“Shut up you half and half piece of-“

“OKAY!” You laughed nervously and stepped in between the two boys. They looked like they were steaming enough to cause the smoke alarms to go off. You pressed your hands against their chests and pushed distance between them.

“Both of you thats enough. I get it, I don’t look like the usual photo I do when I wear my sweats, but there’s no need to get all riled up.”

The boys with the card game sighed, your obliviousness taking hold once again. You pulled your hands away and looked up at Shoto.

“Ready to go? I don’t want to be late for the movie.”

He removed his glare and his face was filled with newfound softness. He nodded and gently took your hand in his. The unexpected gesture caused you to giggle at Shoto’s chivalry but it nearly made Katsuki blow the boy up to ash.

You waved at your friends and walked out with Shoto, swinging your hands and asking if they could order an appetizer at the restaurant. Which he replied to with an of course because Endeavor’s credit card was tucked happily inside of his wallet.

Katsuki glared as he watched the two of you walk out from the window. He growled, his gaze never ending. He was filled with rage and envy as he watched you jump excitedly and laugh.

“I’m going to ask Y/N-chan out for real and then I’m going to kill that icy-hot bastard.”

[y2fandom]

Spanish. — Diego Hargreeves

Summary: Diego decides to help (Y/N) after seeing her struggle with Spanish at the library.

Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: Gosh it's been like, a million years since I wrote something pls go easy on me but feel free to tell me what you think feedback is always welcomed! (Also i lowkey based this of Sunrise from In The Heights so listen to it if you wanna)

I tried adding a read more but i don't have a computer so,,, yeah don't hate me if you come across this in your dash

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Diego didn't frequent the library. He was honestly more of an action person than a sit-down-for-hours-reading person but he'd been stuck on a case and figured a little bit of background information wouldn't hurt. He'd come to find out not everything could be found out interrogating people on shady alleys. 

He just needed to use the computers, there was a very slim chance books would have the information he needed.

Diego went to turn on the machine when something stopped him. 

A groan. A deep and miserable groan followed by what sounded like thuds against wood.

Diego furrowed his eyebrows. He wouldn't have really minded if the noise hadn't come from directly in front of him. He stood up from the uncomfortable library chair to peer over the computer. 

There was a table on the other side and a lady had her forehead pressed against the wood. Diego would've thought she was asleep if he didn't witness with his own two eyes how she resumed banging her head against the table. It was a wonder how her book stayed propped while the furniture moved.

It wasn't his business, but he'd caught the cover of the book by mere chance. Spanish 101.

"¿Necesitas ayuda?" What was he doing? He just needed some information and that was it, yet here he was talking to a stranger. Selfish motivations, he told himself, I only want her to stop the noise so I can concentrate.

The lady rose her head. Her hair was disheveled from her previous attempts at becoming one with the table. She looked cute, if not a bit confused. She looked at Diego. 

He repeated his question. 

She nodded slowly. "Yeah, I– sí."

Diego approached her table, slightly cringing to himself at how he looked. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in at least a week and he was dressed in all black. Not exactly a comforting sight.

"Name's Diego," he said, suddenly feeling awkward as she glanced up at him, "I saw you struggling with Spanish?" 

She nodded, a shy smile creeping on her face. "I'm (Y/N), sorry if i disturbed you with my suffering, I know it's a library and you expect silence-"

Diego chuckled. "What made you want to learn Spanish?" 

"I just wanted to learn a new language I figured it would be useful…" she trailed off, before adding under her breath, "if only it wasn't this hard."

Diego smiled. "I could help you, it's my mother tongue," or it would be, he added in his mind.

(Y/N) perked up at his suggestion. "You would do that?" 

Diego nodded, ignoring the thoughts about work and information. He could afford to help someone who needed him. Work could wait. 

She motioned for him to sit down.

"What are you having trouble with?" 

(Y/N) let out a humorless laugh. "Just about everything really."

"Do you know how to introduce yourself?" 

She bit her lip for a second before nodding, "Mi nombre es (Y/N), uh, soy (age)-" 

"Tengo."

"Right, tengo (age) años, me gusto aprender-"

"Me gusta."

She nodded, surprising Diego. He'd expected her to be annoyed or to ask for a different method.  Instead, she took his corrections in stride, applying them without any protest. "Me gusta aprender y conocer nuevas personas," 

Diego nodded. "You're very good, actually."

A pinkish tone dusted her cheeks. "You think so? I feel like I still have a long way to go and vocab is so hard-" 

"I'm a little busy right now," the way she seemed to deflate at that made him feel a pang of guilt, "but i can help you study some other time?" 

She brightened up again at the suggestion.  "Yes! That would be perfect!" 

"Do you have a number?" 

She handed him a small piece of paper after writing in it. "Call me when you can Diego." 

《 . . . 》

“No English?” 

Diego nodded. He was trying to stay serious but her shocked expression made the corners of his mouth twitch. “No ingles.” 

She whined. “But–” The look he gave her made her reconsider her wording, “pero Diego.” 

“No buts.” He gave her a look. “The best way to learn is to practice.” 

“Apesta,” she huffed. 

“Esto apesta.” he corrected, a smug smile in his face in response to her pout. 

“Bueno,” She sighed after a small silence, “I won't change your mind, right?” 

“¿Qué?”

“I won't-”

“No hablo inglés,” he deadpanned.

(Y/N) glared at him. “Tú hablas inglés." 

He smiled at her, proud that he didn't need to correct her. “Si hablo inglés.” 

“Tú eres el peor," she groaned. And he was the worst, but he didn't care if he got to make her smile and learn.

“You still like me that way,” he teased. 

Her cheeks tinted a lovely shade of pink but before he could comment on it her eyes gained a determined glint. "Quiz me." 

Diego ignored her blatant disrespect of the rules he'd set. "Are you ready?"

(Y/N) nodded. "Creo." 

"Esquina?"

"Corner."

"Tienda?" 

"Store."

"Bombilla?"

"Lightbulb."

"Are you sure?" 

She bit her lip, but nodded anyways. "I'm sure."

Diego smiled. "All correct."

(Y/N) mirrored him and smiled also, standing up in a swift motion. Yet whatever she had planned on doing was stopped by her phone ringing.

She gave him a quick glance before picking up. A few affirmative hums later she set her phone down. (Y/N)’s apologetic smile made his heart sink.

“Tengo que ir.” She seemed reluctant and it made Diego wish he had the words to convince her to stay. Instead, he said:

“Irme." 

(Y/N) huffed, but the smile threatened to return to her face. “See you later, Diego." 

And then she hugged him. Diego felt breathless for a second. She had never hugged him but she was doing it now. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. She was warm and smelled so sweet it made him want to never let go. Then, too soon it was over. (Y/N) pulled away taking the warmth with her.

She smiled up at him. “Hasta luego, Diego.” 

Diego watched her walk away.  wondering how she had managed to take with her the warmth of the embrace but not the fluttering feeling on his stomach.

《 . . . 》 

The sound of books being set on the table made Diego snap his head up. (Y/N) was wearing the biggest smile he'd seen on her and it made his stomach flutter. 

"Hola Diego," she said, her voice sweeter and lighter than usual. Every syllable made his heart do somersaults. 

"Hey."

"I have good news," she sing-songed, setting herself on the chair across him, "buenas noticias." 

Diego nodded, letting her continue. 

"He asked me out," she whisper-yelled, her eyes shining. 

Being the receiver of that look full of warmth didn't help Diego; he froze. "Wuh..?" 

(Y/N) pretended to hit her head. "Cierto," she said, "Remember I told you I had joined a class? To practice Spanish even more?" 

Diego nodded, he'd felt slightly hurt when she had announced it. It felt like he wasn't enough. But instead of saying that Diego had smirked and told her she had taken long enough. 

"Ok so, there's this guy in class, who I'm really into, his name is Marcus." The way she breathed his name felt like he was being stabbed with his own knives. "He's one of the most advanced people in the class and kind of the reason why I've wanted to improve so much in these last few weeks…" 

Diego felt like she'd just punched him on the gut. All this time a small part of him had harbored the hope she was doing so good because he was teaching her, not because she was pushing herself to be good for someone else. He looked down to his coffee before nodding at her again. 

"And now he's invited me on a date," she squealed, her smile growing bigger, "una cita." 

He nodded again. "That's, uh, that's really cool." 

Her smile softened. "¿Eres bien?"

"Estas." He corrected teasingly. Diego nodded. "Estoy cansado. I've been, uh, working late this last few days." 

Her mouth parted in a "o" shape, the same way it did any time he mentioned his vigilante work. (Y/N) looked at him with a serious gentleness that reminded him of how Grace looked at him when he was younger. "You need to take better care of yourself, Diego, please." 

How could he say no to her pleading eyes? Diego nodded. Getting ready to start their study session when his radio made a hissing noise. He glanced to (Y/N) and found her already looking at him. She nodded him to go. 

“It's important.” she reassured him in a hasty hug. "We can study later, go save em." 

He wanted to hate the way her voice made him giddy, he wanted to hate how he did a better job this time to make her proud of him, he wanted to hate that she had a date; but he couldn't. Diego was happy for her.

《 . . . 》

Diego waited in the agreed meeting spot. He cringed at himself at how fast he'd arrived, (Y/N) wasn't even there yet. He wanted to convince himself he wasn't far from the area but in reality, it was just that something seemed off. (Y/N)s voice had wavered a little when she'd called. 

The sound of a parking car caught his attention and he looked at it until someone came out of it. (Y/N).

His heart’s first instinct was to leap and his stomach burst in a million butterflies. She looked stunning. Diego firmly believed she looked good in anything but the way her outfit made her look almost made his jaw touch the ground. That was before he noticed her expression.

She smiled sadly at him, her watery eyes reflecting the lights of the street. It was almost like she could see him realize. 

“Hey.” 

“Are you okay?” Diego asked, concern thickly coating his tone.

(Y/N) went to nod but stopped herself. She opened her mouth and then closed it again.

Diego reached for her, engulfing her in a hug. “You can tell me."

(Y/N) was silent for a second and then, "how do you say pain?" 

Diego felt like she had a hand on his heart and she was slowly squeezing. "Dolor." 

"Tonight?"

"Esta noche."

She hesitated. "Stood up?"

Anger started to simmer underneath Diego's skin. "Plantada?" 

(Y/N) nodded against his chest. She look him in the eyes. the way the streetlight caught her tears made all the anger evaporate and be replaced by anguish. Who could've done something so rude to her?

She must've been able to read his expression because she said, "Marcus, he didn't show up." 

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

She laughed a little but there was no mirth behind the sound. "It's okay, it's not your fault." She sniffed, not bothering to pretend she wasn't crying. "It's lame but it hurts because I wanted him to love me—"

"Perhaps I do…"

Her eyes widened. "Diego?"

"Lo siento, (Y/N). I have feelings for you and i know it's not the time but I just wanted to tell you because it hurts seeing you feel unloved and-"

And she kissed him. Just a small, almost-on-the-lips-but-not-quite peck. (Y/N) giggled at his shocked face. 

"I like you, Diego."

Diego stuttered trying to find the right words to express what he was feeling at the moment. Nothing seemed to come out. Instead, he leaned over her and kissed her forehead. 

"It's guh-getting cold, let's get you home."

[fictropes]

oh boy i sure did write many words in 2020

Hi! I am copying people due to i want to.  This is a lil (well... 63) round up of all the fics I wrote this year! Cos i’m very evil @ myself and writing fic and think i’m either not doing enough, or not doing it good enough, so i wanna full list of what I actually did so I can see my own accomplishments and can maybe... clap 4 myself for once. And honestly writing has helped MASSIVELY with my depression so.. that’s a bonus. 

ALSO. this is a big huge thankyou to everyone! I only joined here + started writing in august and you’ve all been so so nice and welcoming and supportive  <333 ;_; and I know they say write for yourself... but honestly peoples comments and excitement about my stuff has just been really, really lovely and I would never have written this much without all of you cheering me on<3. 

so here is a list of everything i’ve written, organised by length and everything, so if you find yourself bored over the holidays... have a lil browse. (Sorry if u are on mobile and this doesn’t show as a read more) 

Chaptered:

Can we try again? series (M) Complete - 35k  - “Yeah, Phil. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Dan answers, softer than he’d wanted because he already knows what he’s about to do next.(or Dan doesn't turn up in 2009 and bumps into Phil 11 years later at a youtube convention 2. I like cupcakes, especially the gay variety (M) Complete - 30k - Firstly, Dan was 29. How was that a mature student?Secondly, his actual book was on the university fucking syllabus.(or the one in which Dan tries university again in a desperate attempt to prolong his procrastination, and his lecturer Phil is apparently something of a fan) 3. 7 Letters series (M) Complete - 9k - Your penpal can be the person you live with, actually. 4. There's Beans in Here (T) Complete - 2k - Phil has his wisdom teeth removed; Phil says many questionable things. 5. Roadtrip (E) Complete - 8k - “Exactly. I am right, as always.”“As always.” Dan agrees.Series 6. night shift, please (E) Wip - 27k I PROMISE THIS WILL COME BACK IN 2021 - Ten years and he’ll never get over how early he has to get up sometimes. In all honesty he prefers the night shift. 7. Still Not Calling it Fate (M) Wip - 14k - It’s become a bit of a thing, a bit of a thing that everyone he crosses paths with takes the piss out of him for 8. when i met you, a blue rush began (M) Complete - 5k - They end up in a small restaurant overlooking the sea, everything here is so blue. The sky, the sea, Phil’s eyes, the shirt he’s wearing buttoned up all the way to the top. 9. Luggage Tags (E) Complete - 2.5k - Just because it looks like your suitcase, it doesn't necessarily mean that it is. 10. Demon in the sack (E) Complete - 2.5k - Dan’s leg jiggles beneath his desk, knee hitting the table as he tries to force himself to hang up and ring the number he was supposed to ring— he doesn’t, he can’t. Long ( for me) oneshots (3k+) 11. Electronics and the Phil's who break them (M) Complete - 9k - The first time’s an accident, a proper accident— a Phil forgot how to hold his cup and now he’s watching his coffee seep into his keyboard type accident. 12. A Letter of Specifics (T) Complete - 4k - You'll know it's your soulmate because no one else on earth could be doing what they're doing. 13. The Benefits of A Weak Floor (M) Complete - 4k - He quite literally falls through Dan’s ceiling. 14. 10:35 on a Thursday (E) Complete -  3.7k - He’s tapping his pen against the paper, acting as though he isn’t asking Phil to take a sex quiz at 10:35am on a Thursday morning. 15. 2009, catboys (T) Complete - 3.2k - “You have your own ears, can’t have four.”“Why?” 16. Wrong Room (T) Complete - 3k - “Congratulations!’’ And he was expecting to hear a cry, or at least his mother telling him to be quiet because a certain baby was sleeping. Instead he heard the deep clear of a throat, a rustling of sheets. 2k-3k oneshots 17. Dinner with a stranger (T) Complete - 2.5k - @amazingphl hi! second year of doing this, sooo if anyone has nowhere to go for Christmas dinner I am once again offering..my flat (and by extension me) ;oSeries 18. Easy Lover (M) Complete - 2.4k - ''Yeah. We're always fine.'' It was always fine. It was always easy, despite always behind hard. 19. Cold Season (M) Complete - 2k - Dan is ill, insatiable and another word beginning with I. 1k-2k oneshots 20. Morose men on rooftops (T) Complete - 1.9k - “Dunno, maybe chatting up morose men on roofs is my thing.” He laughs, and it’s a nice noise. 21. Love with tongues of fire (T) Complete - 1.7k - So when Dan waltzed into the room, declaring his hunger Phil thought nothing of it. Just another night for another takeaway. 22. Your Rocks are my Rocks (T) Complete - 1.7k - Phil wants a new rock for Norman, Dan wants a peaceful life. 23. Joint Content (M) Complete - 1.6k - It started of a as a joke— a Joint Content joke. 24. 24/7 Fantasies (M) Complete - 1.5k - He thinks about Dan 24/7, constantly in two separate fantasies 25. A Conversation in Multiple Hallways (T) Complete - 1.5k - You're still here then? 26. Sharing Space (T) Complete - 1.5k - It's 2010 and dan has had a day. 27. The Obvious (T) Complete - 1.5k - "Can I use that?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, already scrawling it beneath the only three words he currently has— I love you. 28. I'm Thinking of Ending Things (T) Complete - 1.5k - Dan hears half a conversation, jumps to one whole conclusion. 29. Love Language of the Tactile (T) Complete - 1.4k - “I’m just— that’s a hypothetical.” Dan leans in this time, takes the touches that Phil always so freely gives away. “Can’t kiss in secret rooms if I leave.” 30. Don't Let the Self-Doubt Ruin You (T) Complete - 1.3k - “I’m here.” “Yeah, you’re here.” 31. Conflict Resolution (T) Complete - 1.3k - Following recent events we’ve decided it best we take a combative approach to your current workplace issues, we have booked you into a conflict resolution class this Thursday afternoon - we will not be paying you to attend. 32. when it comes to love (i want a slow hand) (E) Complete - 1.2k - And there it is, the refusal of anything in return. This is just for Dan and it always will be. 33. You're Still The one (T) Complete - 1.1k - “What’re you thinking about?” “You.” 34. Teach Me, Dad. (T) Complete - 1k - "Do you think I could be the next Mozart?” 35. The Logistics of a Clone (M) Complete - 1k - “I don’t think that’s a clone, though, like maybe more of a Doppelgänger.” Dan doesn’t know why they’re delving so deep into this, why he’s so damn bothered about being right. “It’s just literally you.” 36. All's fair in Love and Monopoly (T) Complete - 1k - Phil does not play by the rules, Dan lets him win anyway. Under 1k oneshots 37. Hide out in your heart (E)  Complete - 0.9k - The second time Dan comes to visit it’s different. 38. Oh, there you are. (G) Complete - 0.9k - So after all this, after everything, he doesn’t think anything of it when someone else slips into his dms. 39. The Boy has Attitude (T) Complete - 0.9k - “You didn’t tell me you looked like this.”“Like what?”“This!” Phil’s waving a physical copy of the magazine in his face— so that’s where he’d been. 40. Hairties (and how not to use them) (M) Complete - 0.8k - “Why would you do that? 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[seasonofthewicth]

A Groovy Kind of Love - Chapter 5

AN:  This chapter was just not coming until I wrote nearly all of it in one sitting... who knows. As per usual, I hope you enjoy and if you feel inclined to do so please leave a comment! I love reading everyone’s responses so much!

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Aelin huffed in frustration, slamming her laptop shut and tossing it to the other side of her bed.

Her third job rejection in so many days. How could she be simultaneously under and overqualified?

She blew a rogue strand of hair away from her face before rolling sideways, pushing her face into her pillows. She wasn’t desperate yet, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a job. Plus, the rejections were landing blows to her self-esteem.

A knock sounded at her bedroom door, snapping her out of her grumbling.

She turned to the side, dragging her face out of her pillow. “Come in.”

The door swung open to reveal Fenrys, his golden curls falling across his forehead, his tan skin glowing in the afternoon light.

“Galathynius, I have news for you.”

He pointed a finger at her as he came into her room and took up a spot at the end of her bed. He positioned himself far too comfortably, lounging on her bed as if he owned it, anyone else and she would have kicked them off. She couldn’t help but nudge him slightly with her toe.

“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?”

She took a breath, hesitating as she weighed up Fenrys’ assessment of good and bad news and whether or not she would agree but he spoke again before she could say a word.

“Doesn’t matter, you need the good before the bad anyway.”

She shot him an incredulous look but rolled her wrist, a gesture for him to go on.

“Good news;” A smile crept up his chiselled face. “I managed to get you an interview for head of the humanities department at my school.”

She blinked.

Head of the humanities department was a role far above what she had had at her old school and it would give her far more responsibility and say in the education of her students. She would be able to influence what was taught in the school and how the students were assessed. It would also likely come with a considerable pay rise.

She let out a strangled cry and threw her arms around his neck.

“Fenrys,” she gasped. “How?”

“The right person owed me a favour.” He looked up at her with a sly grin.

“That’s incredible,” She breathed, mind was running wild with the possibilities. Once she turned back to him she paused. “What’s the bad news?”

Fenrys pulled a face, the corners of his mouth turning down and pulling into a grimace. He swiped a thumb across his forehead and tucked a strand of his thick hair back from his face before he spoke.

“The bad news is that it’s tomorrow.”

Aelin felt her face fall.

“At nine am.”

Of course his news was too good to be true.

“I can’t prepare in time for tomorrow.” 

Her brain ran into overdrive, brainstorming every possible thing she would need to do before an interview. Every question she could be asked and how she would answer it. What would she wear, what experiences would she draw from her past school, what references she would need.

Fenrys’ hand clamped down on her shoulder, startling her out of her spiralling.

“Of course you can,” His voice was a warm reassurance. “I can help.”

“Really?” She asked, a seed of hope growing in her chest. They had a couple of hours before she’d need to go to bed to be rested enough to perform, they could get through plenty.

“Really,” He said affirmatively, before turning away from her to yell “Lorcan!”

Muffled footsteps from the hallway pre-empted the appearance of her dark-haired roommate in her doorway.

“Yes?” He drawled, clearly already bored of whatever Fenrys had to say. His arms crossed across his chest as he leaned against her doorway, his frame so tall and his shoulders so broad he almost filled the gap.

“We’re going to quiz Galathynius, help her prepare for her interview tomorrow.”

She expected him to dismiss the idea and skulk off, but to Aelin’s surprise the man in the doorway shrugged before pushing his weight up from the frame.

“The kitchen table will work best.” He turned on the spot and was gone a second later.

She looked to Fenrys who only grinned.

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She felt ridiculous greeting Lorcan and Fenrys over their dining table and shaking their hands. Lorcan squeezing hers so tightly she had to flex her fingers afterward, hoping to get the feeling back. No need, dick. He smirked at the glare she shot him.

“Ms Galathynius, please take a seat.”

It was a struggle to keep a straight face with the ridiculous accent Fenrys had decided to speak in, she caught the slight flaring of Lorcan’s nostrils which had her holding in a snort.

“Thank you.”

She took the wooden chair he had gestured towards; it was normally Aedion’s chair and she had no idea why he would choose repeatedly to sit on this. The slats of it dug in uncomfortably to her back and her bum was numb in seconds.

To be fair, it did make sense for her cousin, he was uptight about a number of things and would probably argue it was good for his posture and back support.

Opposite her, Fenrys and Lorcan took their own seats.

She couldn’t imagine being a criminal if this was Lorcan’s interviewing technique. The frown his face was fixed in was slightly terrifying. She looked toward Fenrys who played the perfect good cop to Lorcan’s bad, smiling broadly at her in contrast to Lorcan’s heavy frown.

“Why don’t you tell us why you’d like the role.”

She launched into her speech about her motivations for teaching, she loved the students and really cared about the development of every single one. It was her passion, and she had loved history since she was a child, and the best way she could explore it was through teaching it.

“And why do you think you’re up to the task?” Lorcan asked.

Aelin raised an eyebrow, almost sending a taunting reply his way, but this was for her own good. And Lorcan was, surprisingly, helping.

She answered fast before his good will could run out.

They flew through a set of questions, Fenrys encouraging her and adding slight pointers where his knowledge of the school could help her to impress. Lorcan also added his own tips, a number of them surprisingly helpful, she supposed that to get his own role as a police sergeant he would have had to have done well in interviews.

She knew what she had to say in answer to the questions she’d likely face, but the practice was invaluable, especially given the interview was at such short notice and Fenrys’ knowledge of the school. He, unsurprisingly, knew all of the teachers in the department and how she could impress them, and she made a mental catalogue of his descriptions of each of them.

Once the had finished and she was tucked up in her bed, her soft, cotton pyjamas keeping her warm beneath the sheets, her phone lit up with a notification.

Rowan: i probably won’t see you before you go so good luck with tomorrow.

She smiled at her phone, Fenrys had probably texted him to let him know, but either way she appreciated his message. 

It was nice to hear from him; he’d been picking up extra shifts at the bar and she hadn’t seen him for more than half an hour at a time for the past few days. She quickly tapped out her own reply, Thanks with a smiling emoji before turning out her light.

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Rowan had been relieved to find it wasn’t awkward with Aelin after the wedding. He had been worried that they wouldn’t be able to live normally together after being so close to one another, he worried they wouldn’t have been able to slot back into being roommates after getting into each other’s personal space. 

That being said he hadn’t exactly been seeking her out since.

He wasn’t sure if what they had had in the quiet of the kitchen after the wedding had classed as a moment, but he hadn’t missed the way her cheeks had flushed when she noticed him in the kitchen, or the way she’d stiffened after his comment about Aedion.

She had to have seen right through his words, known his meaning behind them.

He needed to be very careful; he owed it to Aelin to respect her space and he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in her own home. Not to mention the oath he had sworn to Aedion before she had moved in, the oath they had all sworn, that Aelin was off limits.

Aelin would probably cut them to pieces if she found out, Aedion especially for trying to fight her own battles for her, but Rowan had still sworn the oath and still needed to keep it.  

He couldn’t lie to himself though; it had been nice to hold Aelin the way he had done. 

She was so tiny his hand had spanned almost the entirety of her back when he had cradled her to him as they danced. Her fingers carding through his hair had felt divine, sending sparks of heat down his spine. Rowan also couldn’t deny that he found her to be absolutely stunning.  

He was satisfied that Lyria had believed it. Had believed that he had fallen in love with Aelin, that he was in love with Aelin, but it had hurt both more and less than he had expected to see her.

It had hurt less than he expected to see her in front of him knowing she wasn’t the Lyria he had known anymore. She was still as beautiful as he had thought she was the first time he had seen her, but he hadn’t felt the tug towards her he used to. 

His heart hadn’t pounded the way it used to when he saw her, it hadn’t pounded the way it did when he had held Aelin close.

What had pierced him in a way that he hadn’t expected was seeing Lyria with Rolfe. He wasn’t surprised that she had moved on with her boss, throughout their whole relationship he had always suspected Rolfe’s feelings for Lyria, and truth be told Lyria’s for Rolfe.

He sighed, pushing the door to the loft open. Four heads snapped to him at his entrance.

“Hey,” he stalked into the living space to find all of his roommates crowded around the coffee table. The only thing on it was Aelin’s phone, its corners lined up perfectly with the corners of the table as they all watched it.

Their greetings were brief as they all turned back to the phone.

He knew her interview had been this morning, and he could only imagine why she’d be waiting by the phone, it only slightly surprised him that Aedion, Fenrys and Lorcan were waiting with her. He wondered where Lysandra was.

“Have you heard—”

His question was interrupted by the shrill ringtone of Aelin’s phone. She grabbed it, jumping up from her spot on the couch.

She spun to face them all, holding her index finger to her lips before lifting the phone to her ear.

“Hello.” Her voice was apprehensive and small as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly.

Rowan couldn’t hear what the person on the other end of the line was saying, and he turned a curious eye to Aedion who only held a finger to his own lips.

Aelin nodded along to whatever was being said on the phone call, occasionally humming her agreement. Finally, she put the phone down before turning to the occupants of the loft.

There was a beat of silence before Fenrys spoke. “So?”

“I got it!” She squealed, running to the sofa and sweeping the others up in a hug.

Even Lorcan was smiling, she really did have the occupants of the loft wrapped around her little finger.

Aelin turned toward him, unleashing the full brightness of her grin. It struck him how beautiful she was, her face shining as her eyes scrunched up and she smiled at him.

“Congrats.” 

He pulled her into a hug of his own, trying his best to keep it brief and not to notice the press of her body up against his own but he was pulled back by the aggressive sound of glass against their coffee table.

Fenrys gripped the neck of a bottle of vodka where he had thrown it onto the table.

His smile was wicked. “Let’s get drunk.”

His roommates cheered but his brain only focused on Aelin’s peals of laughter. Bright and easy and relieved.

Aedion appeared with shot glasses and passed them around as Fenrys followed, filling each of them to the brim with the clear liquid.

“To Aelin,” Aedion toasted as he held his glass in the air. “My soon to be rich as fuck cousin.”

“To Aelin!”

Rowan swore as the vodka burned his throat, the heat trailing all the way to his stomach.

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Really, they were lucky it was a weekend. Fenrys kept pouring and Rowan and the others kept knocking them back.

His vision had started to get blurry at the sides around the time Aedion suggested a game of truth or dare. It wasn’t something Rowan had played since college but the alcohol pumping through his veins opened his mind to the idea and killed any of his reservations.

Lysandra had appeared a while earlier, wrapping Aelin in a hug before knocking back a shot of her own. Not one to be left behind. 

Rowan had been impressed by the way she had taken the shot without so much as a wince. He made a living by selling alcohol and even he couldn’t handle his liquor the way Aelin’s best friend did.

Rowan didn’t miss the appreciative glances Aedion was shooting her way, trailing his eyes from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head and back again. Slowly, his eyes burning with intent. Rowan just hoped with brief sobriety that Aelin didn’t catch them too.

“Fenrys,” Aelin drawled. “Truth or dare.”

She had picked her head up from where it was lolling against the back of the couch to send Fenrys a contemplative look.

“Truth.” He answered, refilling his own glass.

She cocked her head to the side, as one hand came up to tap her chin. Without his sober brain to keep him in check Rowan followed the movement, his eyes landing on Aelin’s plump, pink lips.

“Where’s the most exciting place you’ve had sex?”

Rowan rolled his eyes, Fenrys had them all beat in that department. Apart from maybe Aedion.

“I don’t know about most exciting, but I have done it where you’re sat.”

“Gross!” Aelin cried jumping up, Rowan’s head spun at the jerkiness of her movement. It seemed to have affected Aelin too who stumbled until Lysandra offered her an arm of support.

“Drink.” She ordered him.

Aelin walked around the sofa to drop herself down next to Rowan, leaning her elbow against his knee. He was far too drunk for this.

Obligingly Fenrys knocked back his drink before turning to Lysandra.

“Lysandra, darling.” Rowan knew from Fenrys’ tone that he was about to cause a fuss. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare.” Her eyebrows quirked up in a challenge, lips twisting to the side.

“I dare you, to kiss Aedion.”

Rowan’s eyes snapped to Aedion, who was beginning to blush. Even so, a cocky grin graced his lips. 

Rowan knew his friend was attracted to Lysandra, had listened to the many stages of his (mostly joking) plan to seduce her, but he wasn’t sure where Lysandra stood.

He knew Aelin had joked to him about the two of them, but he wasn’t sure how serious she had been. Whether she honestly thought her cousin and friend would be good together or whether she was genuinely repulsed by the idea.

Lysandra rolled her eyes but rose from her spot on the bean bag on the floor next to Lorcan and stalked across to where Aedion was sat, bending slightly until they were at eye level.

She rested an elegant hand against his chest and draped the other around his shoulders. Rowan wasn’t sure Aedion was breathing, wasn’t sure any of the rest of them were either. He hadn’t expected this evening to head in the direction it was going.

Lysandra leant her head in, until there were only centimetres between them, and Aedion’s eyes flickered shut. Aedion’s hand rose to cup her cheek, surprisingly gentle given the amount he had had to drink, as he leant further into her.

Rowan’s eyes flicked around the room and he noted the glee in Fenrys’ eyes at the sight, he knew Fenrys had been dying to pull something like this. Lorcan wore a grin, for all of his posturing about being above it, Rowan knew he was a sucker for even just a nugget of gossip.

He looked to his side, at where Aelin sat, but she wasn’t watching the pair. Instead she had her head leaned back against the sofa, eyes squeezed shut.

The entire room held their breath as Lysandra closed the gap, brushing her lips against the corner of Aedion’s. She paused there, not drawing back, but she didn’t press any further until Aedion’s hand slipped to tangle his fingers into her hair.

“I’m going to be sick.”

Rowan’s head snapped to the side, to where Aelin sat gripping her stomach. The spell was broken and Lysandra pulled back from Aedion, who dropped his hand to wipe awkwardly against his trousers.

“God Galathynius,” Fenrys said, not bothering to hold in his laugh. “You can’t hold your drink.”

She sat forwards, now holding her head in her hands.

“I’m serious,” She mumbled, beginning to stand. Rowan offered his hand for her to lean against.

“Ro,” Fenrys shot him a look. “Help a lady out.”

He stood and wrapped an arm around Aelin’s waist, leading her towards the bathroom.

“No,” She mumbled. “Just bed.”

He altered their course to slip into her bedroom and he pulled back her bedding just in time for her to flop face first into her bed. Rowan threw her sheets on top of her as best as he could before turning back to the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water.

The other occupants of the loft looked to him expectantly, but he shrugged them off. 

He realised they were stood up, now wearing jackets, and he paused. To him it seemed like the night was over, now that the guest of honour was tucked away in bed, but apparently not for his roommates.

“We’re heading out to a bar Lysandra knows.” Aedion told him. “You’re welcome to come.”

He shook his head and continued to the kitchen to fetch the water for Aelin before waving his goodnight.

In her bed, Aelin had rolled onto her side, her hair fanned out across her pillow as he deposited the glass of water on her bedside table. 

He lingered for a second in her doorway, taking in the gentle expression on her face. Even in her intoxication she looked peaceful, her face smoothed out of any worries so he clicked the light off and made his way across the hall to his own room.

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[asteriismos]

hey jude - richie tozier

warning(s) : eighteen! richie tozier, rough smut, degrading terms like slut and bitch, choking, a daddy kink, oral ( male recieving )

authors note : im not saying listen to ‘da ya think im sexy?’ by rod stewart while listening to this but thats exactly what im saying

words : 3.8k

request :

Hey , I was wondering if you could do a smut with 2017 Richie being In an alt couple , with a girl who’s brittish with degrading , rough smut , choking and the almighty daddy kink ❤️

ever since you moved to derry, things have been different for richie. 

the first time you stepped into his math classroom after winter break, teacher claiming that you were the new transfer student, he couldn’t get his mind off of you. you were gorgeous, not like anyone else in the small little town of derry that he’s been living in all his life. if there were anyone there that was half as cool as you seemed, richie would be interested in them. but there wasn’t. you were the breath of fresh air in his life that he didn’t know he needed, and you had only been in the classroom for 3 minutes.

then you spoke. and richie was even more interested in you. 

you had an accent, clearly from the uk, which was explained while you talked a little bit in front of the class as the teacher awkwardly tried to get you to tell them about yourself. your dad was a businessman who was seeing some type of potential in bangor, and fell in love with derry when he drove through it a few months ago. 

now you were here, finishing up your senior year here and going to college in the states. you seemed a little bitter about that to richie, but who was he to judge. he really didn’t like derry himself, he was glad that you only had to stay here for half a year instead of eighteen fucking years. 

the rest of the day he thought of you, though his thoughts skewed a little bit towards lunch, worried about the history pop quiz that people were talking about. history was his eighth period, which led to much anxiety about the end of the day. but after school ended, richie was going to meet up with the rest of the losers outside of the school near the entrance so that they could all go get hot chocolate at stan’s place. early january in derry was so cold that it was almost impossible not to drink a warm beverage every single day. 

he sat outside on the hoods of stanley’s car lighting a cigarette when he looked up, seeing you walking over to the car right beside beverly. bevvie said that she met you in gym class and you two apparently hit it off. 

and the rest was history. you became an official unofficial member of the losers club. bev adored you, the two of you became some kind of punk rock loving duo, and that’s all it took for you to get introduced to the rest of the group.

as said before, it was customary for the entire losers club to go to someones house after school ended and to get some hot drink. winter was soon coming to an end, derry launching further into the cusp of spring every day. the snow was beginning to melt on the ground, trees starting to produce their green leaves, and the sun was shining more and more each day.

“richie, can you come and help with the coffee? jesus, it’s your house!” eddie yelled from the kitchen of the tozier residence. richie was seated on the couch next to you, spewing some nonsense about this girl in your shared math class together and how she apparently bit down on this football players dick the other day trying to give him head.

you laughed, leaning into the couch enough to where the fluffy built in cusions almost enveloped you. “you’re such a liar, tozier,” you said through your laughs, hitting him lightly on the side of the head. richie shook his head, stifling out a chuckle of his own. in his own awful posh british voice impression, he exclaimed, “you are SUCH a liar, tozier.”

“fuck off,” you said to him. “go help eddie.” you reached over and pushed him off the couch, watching richie as he walked into the kitchen out of earshot.

you sat at the couch, a smile still on your face thinking about the trashmouth. you hadn’t told anyone about your impending interest in richie for fear of them telling him because this group was not good at keeping secrets from each other at all. the only person that you vaguely told was beverly, saying that you had an interest in someone in your math class. that left like 10 boys, including richie, in the mix. but the more you hung out with the group, the more you floated towards richie tozier. it wasn’t that hard to tell whom you had feelings for when you two were together.

beverly was starting to notice your feelings for richie and you knew it. 

“so y/n,” beverly asked from across the room. you turned to face her, snapping out of your thoughts about richie. “what are the guys like where you’re from?”

stanley gave beverly a look, laughing a little bit to himself at the question. bill put his face into the palm of his hands and looked at you, interested in your answer. you shrugged your shoulders, looking up to the left in thought. “guys are the same, I guess?”

beverly hummed to herself and gave you that devious little smirk of hers, “what about sex? what are they like?” the other guys laughed a little bit, shaking their heads while still listening for what you had to say. you shook your head, deciding that you weren’t going to answer the question. but that wasn’t enough for beverly, she raised her hands up in the air and slapped her thighs to get your attention again. “come on, y/n! we all wanna know what the boys get up to in england.”

you laughed at your friend. “okay, okay,” you said in defeat, putting your hands up in a ‘I surrender’ motion. “i don’t know. they’re okay i guess. but they’re so caring, they keep asking me if I'm okay, you know? it’s like ‘yes I am now stop asking’.” you laughed to yourself, thinking back to the boys that you’ve been with that all do that. they talk the big talk, then when it comes to actually fucking them, they’re afraid to do anything to do you. they go slow and sensual when sometimes you want it hard and rough. it was exhausting and you were so tired of it. you were also so tired of riding guys to try and get an ounce of the fast rhythm that you wanted. 

richie and eddie walked back into the room right as beverly was about to ask another question, eddie going on and on about how richie wasn’t helpful at all and just watched as eds did all the work. you laughed at your two friends and grabbed the coffee mug richie had gotten for you and made room for him on the couch beside you again. he sat down and wrapped his arm loosely around your shoulder, making you smile into your mug as you took a sip. you leaned into his side, savoring the feeling of being in his arms. 

since it was senior year, the losers were trying to go to as many parties as they could. courtesy of bill being on the baseball team, he got a free ride to all of the good ones and invited all of you guys along. you were getting ready for the party in your room, wearing a short black skirt and some tank top to compensate for the heat that would be at the party. 

richie was planning on picking you up, but you told him he could just come inside because your parents weren’t around to yell at you for having a guy in the house. they were really strict about that sort of thing, which pissed you off because a majority of your new friend group was guys. 

a soft knock on your door was heard and you opened it, smiling at richie who stood idly in the hallway. he looked out of place in your home dressed in his dark blue jeans and black smiths t shirt against the yellow wallpaper of your home. “come in, I'm almost done,” you said to him, beckoning him into your room and pointing to the chair he could sit on next to your desk. 

richie took a look at you when you turned away from him, watching your hair that bounced with every step you took and how the edge of your skirt rode up just a little bit with the sway of your hips. realizing that he was definitely staring more than he should, richie shook his head to himself and made his way to the chair to sit. he watched as you looked at the jewelry that was hanging up on a storage rack. you pulled out a gold chain necklace and gave him a look, “could you help me with this?”

he cleared his throat, nodding in response and walking over. he stood behind you, at least a half a head taller than you. richie grabbed the two ends of your necklace, and with his nimble fingers he easily latched it on, watching it fall perfectly on your skin that glowed in the sunlight that shined through your window. you gave him a smile, which he could see from the mirror in front of you. richie looked at you in the mirror and sighed to himself, for some reason feeling jealous of anyone seeing you in such a short skirt. what if there was another guy there that caught your attention? what if you liked the other guy so much that you let him feel up your skirt or even worse, let him fuck you? 

“are you sure you want to wear that?” richie blurted out before even registering it. you gave him a look in the mirror, eyes landing on his own that were staring at you already. 

you gave a slight laugh, though suddenly felt a little strange feeling in your stomach. “what? are you my dad now or something?” you turned around to face him, your faces only inches apart from each other. you could smell his cologne along with the faint smell of cigarette smoke that you always felt yourself getting lost in when you were in class with him. he was looking down at you with dark eyes that made you clench your thighs together. richie walked forward, prompting you to walk backwards until you were pressed against your dresser. the cold surface made you shiver even through your clothing.

richie was kissing you. 

richie was kissing you. 

richie was kissing you.

with his hands placed firmly on the curve of your waist, body pressing against your own, richie kissed you with an unknown desire he didn’t realize that he had until seeing you in that pretty little skirt of yours. it was an almost animalistic urge and desire to show you that you were his, that he wanted you more than anything in this world. 

your lips moved against his own, eyes fluttering shut after the initial shock wore off. his tongue slipped into your mouth with ease and explored it, hands squeezing your sides with his warm hands. you moaned a little in his mouth, trying to keep up with the pace that was hard and rough. your hands flew to his face right below his glasses, fingers splaying along his soft cheekbones that made him shiver. you never thought that this moment would ever be happening, and the more his hips pressed onto your own, you hoped that even your wildest fantasies about richie tozier would be coming true. 

he grabbed you and turned you around so you were walking backwards to the edge of your bed, and with one languid push you were falling back onto your sheets. you pulled away from the kiss with richie to push yourself backwards all the way onto the bed, pulling him by his shoulders back on top of you and in between your legs, which you wrapped around his waist. richie kissed down your neck, biting a large hickey right in the crook of your neck where your shoulder and neck met. your fingers laced themselves into his black curly hair, reveling in how soft it felt. 

“richie,” you moaned out softly with his hips pushing against your own. you could feel the growing hard on of his against your inner thigh, making you even more wet at the thought of him fucking you with it. “I need you so bad.” you said in a soft tone.

richie came up to meet your gaze, giving you a devilish smirk. “I think you need to beg for it a little better, princess.” his hands went under your tank top, cupping your breasts with each of his hands. his fingers came and pinched your nipples, making you arch your back up into his touch. you needed more, you needed so much more from richie right now. “and don’t call me richie, call me daddy.” 

you threw your head back into the pillows, huffing a little bit while your cheeks burned red with embarrassment. “please daddy, fuck me with your cock,” you whined out, giving him an innocent look while batting your eyelashes at him. richie shook his head, making you frown a little bit at him. what else could he possibly want you to say? richie pushed himself off of you, standing at the edge of the bed while you still laid down, a little bit too clothed for his liking. 

“get undressed,” richie ordered. “then get on your knees.” you did what he asked, standing up from the bed, pulling off your tank top and pushing your skirt down. from there you unclipped your bra and slipped your panties down, throwing your discarded clothes elsewhere in your room. the look that richie was giving you was enough to make you moan out quietly, heat getting wetter and wetter with each passing second. you keeled down to your knees in front of him, watching as he worked to take off his belt and push his pants down. “I think you need to prove how much you want daddy’s cock,” he said to you. 

his hands reached to push down his boxers, taking himself into his hands and giving a few good pumps. you waited there for him, mouth open with your tongue laying out right for him to place his dick onto it. soon enough he was pushing into your mouth, making you sputter a small bit around his cock, hollowing out as much as you could. he was thick and long, and you didn’t know if you could even take him all in your mouth. the thought of it being thrust in and out with no remorse made you feel wild. 

you looked up at him, dick in your mouth, waiting for him to make a move. richie tutted, “such a good little slut aren't you? so ready to suck on my cock.” you shivered at the degrading, feeling that fire pool into your abdomen. his hands wrapped into your hair making a makeshift ponytail and pulling you off of his cock, then pushing it back into your mouth. he continued this motion, getting a little faster. you had to breath through your nose, spit drooling down out of your lips and down your chin. 

richie groaned from above you, bottom lip in between his white teeth. you reached to grab the back of his thighs to steady yourself while he used your mouth mercilessly. you gag around him, dick pulling out to give you a moment to breathe. while you breathe, your hands come to pump his cock that was slick with your spit. he didn’t waste another second pushing in, leading you by only your hair. your eyes are starting to water while you try and swallow around him. 

with one last thrust and push all the way to the back of your throat, richie pulls you off of him and says, “now what do you say?” it takes you a moment to find your words. your throat feels raw and fucked out and you don’t trust your voice but you say, “thank you daddy. thank you for letting me taste your cock.” 

“good girl, such a good girl,” richie praises, reaching to pull you up to your feet. your knees feel raw from kneeling before him, but instead of feeling hurt by it you just feel more aroused, anticipating what he would make you do next. “lay on the bed princess, legs spread out for me like a good bitch.”

you nodded your head, whining a little bit from the loss of contact from him, knowing that you would get it soon though. in between your thighs ached at the thought of him going to be inside you, stretching you out and fucking into you until you were a ruined mess. the eye makeup that you had put on for the party was slightly smeared already from the tears welled up in your eyes as he fucked your mouth. he didn’t fit all the way in your mouth . . . you wondered if he would even fit inside of your aching pussy. 

you laid down at the edge of the bed, spreading your legs out to show yourself to him as much as you could. richie smiled at you, a real genuine smile while his eyes raked over your body. you were so wet, he could easily see how much you wanted him, how much you needed him. richie put his hands on your thighs, thumbs running up and down your inner thighs purposely neglecting the place you needed him most. you watched him with needy eyes, breath hitching in your throat once two fingers finally slid along your slicked folds. his fingers caught your arousal, instantly getting wet enough to push into you. they stretched you out, quickening the pace while his other hand kept your hips from squirming around. 

he pulled his fingers out and pushed them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. you tasted so good that richie thought he was going to die right then and there. he pushed off his t shirt and settled in between your legs, letting his hands come right up to your hips. “now take daddy’s cock like the good slut you are, okay princess?” he said to you, giving you no time to answer when he pushed into you with no warnings. there was a little restraint from you around him, he was so big that it took him a moment to bottom out. you took every single inch of him, eyes closing and head throwing back onto the pillow. 

“you’re so big daddy,” you moaned out, hearing him groan your name after you said it. your eyes were still closed so you didn’t see his hand come and reach around your throat until you felt his long fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze. your clit throbbed at the feeling, loving the feeling of his hand around your throat while he pushed slowly in and out. “fuck me daddy, please, I need you so bad daddy,” you begged him, needing something more to push you to finish. 

“well, since you asked so nicely,” richie said to you, pushing down on your throat and fucking into you nice and hard. your tits bounced with every harsh thrust, your hands gripped the sheets beside you while you took every single rut of his hips. you were so desperate and wet for him that the sound that was made every time he pushed in and out was sinful and you loved every second of it. 

he fucked you into the mattress so hard that you were moaning and screaming, feeling hotter and hotter as he took you to that brink. “I think I'm close daddy please let me cum,” you begged him, eyes opening to meet his own that were looking intensely along your body. he gave you a serious smile and nodded his head, “you can cum then baby, let it out, since you asked so nicely.” and that’s all it took for you to clench around him, feeling your whole body spasm. your legs were begging you to close but you couldn’t, because richie’s hips were in the way, keeping you spread out. 

richie still hadn’t came yet, and you could see the determined look on his face while he picked up the pace, harsh and rough ruts against your hips left you moaning again. his hand clenched around your throat and you breathed out shakily as best as you could, his other hand pushed your leg up. this exposed a new angle and made him push even deeper into you. his thick cock stretched you out more and more with every thrust, your aching pussy so sensitive from your first orgasm. the base of his cock pressed against your clit and you knew you were going to cum again. 

right as his thrusts started to get more erratic and out of rhythm from his previous ones, you were cumming and clenching again, making him spill inside you with a moan of your name. “you took my cock so well,” richie muttered out, groaning while his hot spurts stayed inside you, only a few drops spilling out while he pulled out of you. his hand left your throat and he left you, coming back into your line of vision with a towel in hand. richie wiped away all the cum he could that was slick in between your thighs, mixing with the sweat and your own arousal.  each of you were breathing so heavily, it was as if neither of you had decided to breath during that entire time. 

too enticed by the idea of fucking each other. 

he grabbed your panties and tank top, giving you them and helping you get into them. he pulled up his boxers and gave you a look, wondering if you wanted him to stay or not. you looked up at him and grabbed his arm, not letting him leave your room for the time being. 

“if you’re going to fuck me that hard, you need to give me cuddles afterwards.” you giggled, making room for him to lay beside you. you cuddled into his side, pulling the covers over each of you. 

“I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to get into the complicated stuff,” richie said. 

you cocked your head to the side. “the complicated stuff?”

“yeah. like the fact that I have feelings for you. a lot of them.”

you smiled, leaning up and kissing him on the cheek. “then I'll spare you the explanation, yeah? I like you too, richie. a lot.” 

you liked him too. richie felt his heart start to beat more rapidly inside of his chest. he turned and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head, humming contently.

[cherryhanji]

vivid

oneshot. hyunjin x reader

genre: fluff, childhood friends au, a travel to other universe au (pfft), bit of angst, purely platonic, female reader

words: 2.4k

warning(s): mention of injury and death(not that serious tho), coarse language, italicized words are in present

•••

The dismal frown never left your face ever since you woke up four hours ago after you accidentally banged your poor head against the cold tile of your bathroom last night. You thought you'll die at that moment because you were unconscious all night (but you were just overreacting because you were here, mentally cursing the poor coffee for being lukewarm)

Your gaze turn to the window displaying the current state of weather outside your home. "What a gloomy day", you thought. You suddenly remembered your "friend". How warm his smiles are, his laugh that is soft to the ears, how he patiently told you that you were his "childhood bestfriend". You wish you were, but in reality, he's only a product of your vivid dream.

____

"What a heavy sleeper, tsk." A voice of a guy woke up your senses, but it is utterly impossible that it is your roommate carrying you because he just left yesterday for their three-day retreat in Incheon. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to focus your vision on the guy gently laying you down to what it seems like a comfortable surface, probably not your bed because it's not that comfortable unlike this one. Once you got a good view of the unfamiliar human being beside you, your mind jolted awake and stand up from where you were lying down. The blonde guy frowning at you, as if you were being weird. Well, this whole thing itself is weird. Just who the hell is the guy and what is he doing in your apar—

Wait. This isn't your apartment. Your apartment is quite messy since it's been a week when you last cleaned it. This one is so neat. The wall decals are too— cute, you think. You were not into wall designs and customization after all.

"What the hell." You mumbled, enough for the guy to hear it because of the proximity between you.

"Yeah, what the hell, Y/N. You know, you were the one who told me we're going to watch a movie. I left a while ago to check for the popcorn, I came back when I heard a thud but it's just you, being a sleepyhead as always." He huffed and flicked your forehead making you grunt and swat his hand away.

"You— how do you know my name and how the hell did I end up here?" You blurted out making him stifle a laugh.

"Y/N, you better stop watching dramas from now on. You know what, stop joking a—"

"I'm not joking around." Something about the seriousness in your voice made the boy stop his banters. Confusion started pooling around his eyes as he stare at you. While you remained silent and impatient, impatient to know what kind of fuss is happening to you right now.

"Now, will you tell me who you are and how did you know my name, and how did I end up in here... I assume this is your apartment." He nodded slowly at your assertion. He cleared his throat and shifted on his seat to fully face you, while you move a bit away from him, feeling awkward at the unfamiliarity of the person. He looks harmless, though. The type of guy you want to befriend. His soft features slowly making you relax, as if you've known him for a long time. But you just don't have any clues about him. Everything. You are clueless.

"Uhm, if you're being serious right now... I'm Hyunjin, your neighbor and your childhood bestfriend. We knew each other since we were seven. We attend the same school, we're inseparable as hell and... You end up here because you texted me last night telling me that you want to watch movies. You fell asleep for like an hour ago then we're here." He shrugged while your mouth just stay agaped, completely stupefied at what he just said. You remembered not having a childhood friend since you were seven, because your parents never let you play with your neighbor's children. You don't remember having someone attending the same school as you. You and your roommate attend different schools.

"Are you okay?" You went out of your trance when Hyunjin asked you softly, not wanting to scare you. His warm hazel orbs soothing your confused mind. It's like his soft gaze made you respond. Your response made him keen, he smiled and gesture to you to wait for him as he stand up from his seat and went somewhere.

While he was gone, you got the chance to fully look at his apartment. Your eyes glued to the one picture displayed on the rack beside his tv set. A picture of a younger version of a boy that you assume was him and "you". You were certain it was you. Because the child looks exactly, exactly as you. The way you dressed when you were a kid. The way you put clips on your hair, it's exactly like the kid on the picture. Your appreciation of the room were cut when Hyunjin went back, a box in his hands.

He placed the box in front of you, your brows morphed from calm to knitted, confused why would he bring a box to you.

"This box contains all the shit we did together, in case you forgot. Open them, and see for yourself." You contemplate at first, but the curiosity made you open the box. Lots of papers, lots of sentimental things a person keeps whenever it holds something dear for them. You see an empty packet of candies inside, surprise to see that it's your favorite candy. You huffed softly when you saw a metal spoon from a restaurant, grabbing it hearing a chuckle from him.

"The fork's with you. Remember that? Six years ago, you gave me a dare to take home those utensils from that restaurant? I almost peed on my pants when the waiter looked at my direction while i'm putting those inside my bag. Good thing I already closed my bag. I gave you the fork for a proof, you told me." He rolled his eyes and chuckle as he recall the memory, but you just smiled, weirded out with your other you's antics. You carefully placed the spoon back and grabbed a folded yellow pad paper with lots of scribbles in it.

"Ah, that one. I asked you some answers because I really don't have any fucking idea that we have a long quiz on Mathematics that time. And being the good best friend you are, you gave me your answers. We were almost caught, but I'm good at hiding." He said and winked. You continue inspecting the contents of the box. Everything have different memories held with them. Every memory your other you made with him. At one point, you wished that you lived in this life. You wish you were your other you. You never experience all these things. You were a loner. You barely had friends and one reason is because you just suck at socializing. Your only roommate is who you consider as a good friend. But not as sentimental as Hyunjin.

"A-are we really that close?" You asked and he just nod in response.

"Uh huh. And no one can separate us. Even our parents." He said and emit a hearty chuckle made you did the same.

"S-sorry..." You mumbled, stopping him from his chuckling. He just tsk-ed and ruffled your hair. You just felt sorry for him, you don't know anything about him, personally. You don't even know his family name, only his first name, and the things he told you that you two did together back then. But you like his warm persona, a kind of friend you wish you had.

"Don't be. You didn't do anything— wait, the popcorn! I almost forgot. Why don't I get them first and let's start this movie marathon, hmm?" He stand up and went to the kitchen to get the popcorn. A feeling of contentment bubbled up your chest. Maybe staying here won't hurt, right? The feeling pf warmth, comfort, and having a good friend (take note, a childhood bestfriend) are all here. Even if it's just a dream. A dream that you wish was reality.

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You were calmly watching a movie that Hyunjin picked himself. The feeling of aloofness already gone, comfort and coziness was more patent especially when you let Hyunjin leaned his head on your shoulders. You smiled as you look down at him, your hands unconsciously ruffling his blonde locks emitting a hum of content from him.

"No wonder you're really you." He said, making you retract your hands from his hair and mumbling sorry to him.

"Tsk. Stop saying sorry, will ya?" He chided, grabbing your hand and placed it back on his hair, your fingers spontaneously fiddling with his soft tresses, the feeling was nice, and you don't want to stop. It seems like you were really the one to do it.

"You love ruffling my hair, remember? Especially when I bleached it. You won't stop running your hands on it. You always tell me how badly you want to bleach yours too but your mom won't allow you." He explained and pinched your cheeks. You just gave him a bonafide smile. You never felt so happy before. With the short span of time you had spent with Hyunjin, having a good buddy is so new to your feeling. It's like you can be you in front of him, no pretense, and you're glad that your other "you" has the same characteristics like yours, it feels like this is really your life, your universe where your "childhood best friend", Hyunjin, exists. At some point, you thought to yourself that you don't like to wake up anymore. That you'll stay here forever in this universe, in this dream, with your friend. Basking in the warm fuzzies you felt as Hyunjin embraced you with platonic affection, like a good friend that he is.

"Hyunjin..." You called him softly, his eyes forming crescents when he finally heard you call him with his first name since you woke up from your "weird sleep". He hummed as he straightened his position from leaning his head on your shoulders. You grinned at him and held his hand with yours, his expression is a bit confused yet his smile never left his lips.

"Uh— I... I just wanna say thank you." You felt your cheeks flushed as his warm orbs stare at you.

"For what? For letting you eat all the popcorn and chicken? Oh no, you don't have to thank me, I know how much of a pig you are." He jested but you just laughed it off, realizing that you ate too much of the food he prepared for the both of you.

"Oh- okay! But, no. That's not what I meant. I mean— thank you... For being a good friend to me. T-thank you for staying with me. Thank you for treating me like I am someone special." You felt his hand squeezed yours affectionately, even though in his point of view, you were being weird today.

"You know, with our years of friendship, even if you don't tell it to me that you're thankful, trust me, I can feel it. And I hope you feel it too, that I'm grateful to have you as my best friend, my confidante— and please" he said and frowned, removing his hands from your grasp, your mind confused at his sudden change of actions.

"Can we stop here? I'm not used to you being so sentimental. So dramatic" he scoffed. You just stifled a laugh as you remember him crying at the movie from a while ago. Dramatic and sentimental huh?

"Wait, who's the one crying over a movie?" You taunted hearing him huffed in defense.

"Why? The movie's genre was drama! And it's really heartbreaking! Gosh! You're not watching, no? The movie's so nice an—" he stopped when you suddenly snaked your arms around him, squeezing him.

"Okay okay Hyunjin! Haha! I-I'm the dramatic one okay? Now, let me stay like this hm? I kinda want to squeeze you right now." You said and snuggle yourself in his warmth more, familiarizing yourself with this comfy feeling. He just huffed and played with your hair, making you a bit sleepy.

"Hmp, admit that you just want to hug me, idiot." He remarked but he just let you. The calm beating of his heart, his hands caressing your locks are like a lullaby that is slowly putting you to sleep, and it successfully did. Hyunjin's warmth made you fall into slumber.

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Your eyes slowly opened, squinting when the strong ray of sunlight passed by your flimsy curtain—

"Thank God you're finally awake, I thought I need to call doctors now." You heard Seungmin's voice from your door. You're back. You're back in your real world. This is the reality where you belong, and at some point, it saddens you. But you need to accept that it was just a dream, a vivid one. A wonderful dream you'll never forget.

"Uh... Y/N? Are you okay?" You jumped when your roommate slowly tapped your shoulder, you just sighed and nodded.

"Hm yeah. Wait- you're supposed to be in Incheon for three days right? Why are you here? It's already done?" He just frowned and shrugged.

"Well, the school cancelled it because of the weather. I went back last night, and I saw you lying on the bathroom floor, you know what, I outright panicked. But you're still breathing and it seems like you fell asleep, so I brought you here." He said and you just nod slowly. Remembering nothing after you slipped, only your dream with your friend.

"Uh, thanks. I slipped and banged my head on the floor. The impact is kinda hard but, I'm okay now." You said and fished for your phone to check the time.

"You sure?" He insisted and you just nod.

"Okay then. Oh— I prepared some breakfast for you. I already ate, I don't want to wake you up so–" he smiled sheepishly making you smile.

"It's okay Seung. Thanks." He just nod and smiled before leaving you alone to prepare.

That short time with Hyunjin was a nice journey. You can still feel the warmth, Hyunjin's hearty smile, his welcoming persona. You wish that in this reality, you'll also meet a person like him. You'll also meet the "Hyunjin" here in your own universe, not only in your dreams.

[petersasteria]

The Forces of Nature || Ch.3

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

Summary: “There’s this kid out there that can control the wind or something. I think she’s a great addition to the team. Let’s recruit her.”

SERIES MASTERLIST  ||  PP MASTERLIST

The next three days of school were filled with Y/N constantly asking Peter when he was available to work on the presentation. Peter found it annoying as usual, but she wasn't annoying; she was determined. She was determined to get along with Peter. She was really trying hard. Peter wasn't cooperating because he kept dismissing her. Ned was disappointed.

"Why are you so disappointed, anyway?" Peter asked with a shrug as he closed his locker when the day ended.

"Because she's trying, Peter! You're not even trying. I thought you were recruiting her? What happened to that?" Ned asked, completely done with Peter's bullshit.

"Technically, I still am. If I don't end up recruiting her, Scott will recruit her and my suit would probably taken away which would make me extremely upset."

"Well, you aren't doing your job in recruiting her. Sounds to me like you WANT to have your suit taken away."

"Of course no-"

"By not doing what you're supposed to do, you're one step closer to Mr. Stark taking your suit away." Ned said sternly. He looked behind Peter and saw Y/N approaching them. "Y/N's coming over here and she'll probably ask the same question again. So please cooperate."

"Fine." Peter huffed. Ned was right, after all. He didn't want his suit to be taken away. As if on cue, Y/N approaches them with a wide smile which Ned returned. Peter just stared at her.

"Hey guys!" Y/N greeted. "MJ went home already, she said something about a protest or something and I saw you guys and I thought I would say hi."

"Well, hello." Ned said sweetly. "I really love your outfit choices. What's your style today? I love it."

Y/N smiled shyly and looked down before looking back at Ned, "It's actually inspired by Sarah Jessica Parker in Sex and the City. I loved her outfits in that movie and I saw that I have some similar pieces in my closet. So today, my style is Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City."

Y/N was wearing a pink long sleeved polo with the sleeves folded all the way up to her elbows. On top of that was a small white vest to match her white slacks that were straight cut. For the shoes, she decided to give heels a try that's why she was slightly taller that day. She also wore a black tie that was loosely tied around her neck.

"You look great! Doesn't she look great, Peter?" Ned turned to Peter who was looking at her up and down.

"You know, you usually dress either too old for your age or too young for your age. When you wore that sailor outfit the other day, I noticed that everyone here wanted to bang you; you looked like a porn star or something."

"Peter!"

"Hey, I'm just telling the truth so I don't have to say shit behind her back." Peter defended. "But, Ned's right. You look great today. I actually dig this look." He smiled at Y/N and clapped.

"Why, thank you, Peter. That's really nice of you to say." Y/N beamed. "Anyway, I also approached both of you to tell Peter that it's okay if he doesn't want to work on the presentation. So, I started my research last night and started on the presentation already."

Ned and Peter were in shock. Ned was shocked because he was impressed. Peter was shocked because he realized he wouldn't get a grade if he didn't let down his pride to join Y/N.

"Wait, uh, I've been meaning to tell you that I was going to join you today." Peter said quickly. Y/N raised her eyebrows, "Really? No more lame excuses?"

"What do you mean 'lame excuses'?" Peter furrowed his eyebrows. Ned looked between the both of them and just watched the scene unfold.

"Oh, Peter. I'm not stupid; I wasn't born yesterday. I can let the Stark Internship slide because I know it's real. But your other excuses? Cat-sitting your neighbor's cat? Walking your dog? MJ told me you didn't have a dog. Maybe you really bought groceries after school so I'll let that slide too. But the other day you told me that you were going to be late for your shift at 7/11? Dude, later that day I saw you at Delmar's and you took your sweet time to stay there." Y/N let out an exasperated sigh.

"And I'm sorry for that, okay?" Peter frowned. "But I want to work on it now. Really, I do. Please? I don't want to fail history."

"Fine." Y/N gave in. "Only because I'm nice."

"Thanks." Peter smiled. "My place or-?"

"Mine." Y/N said. "Shall we?"

Peter nodded and they said goodbye to Ned. The train ride going to Y/N's house was quiet. Peter had his earphones on and Y/N took out her book and opened it on where her bookmark was. As she started reading, Peter couldn't help but look at her as she sat across from him.

He didn't understand why everyone liked her so much. Even the Avengers liked her despite not knowing who she was. Peter would ask himself at night why people liked her or liked to be around her. He just didn't get it. But now he's asking himself why he doesn't get it. If it was so easy for all of Midtown and the Avengers to like her, why wasn't it easy for him? Why was he struggling? Suddenly, he felt himself becoming like Evan Hansen in the song 'Waving Through A Window'.

"On the outside, always looking in."

Like what Evan felt in that song, Peter felt like an outsider in his own situation. It was as if a glass separated him from the rest of Midtown when Y/N came along. He wasn't even sure if people still knew him or if anyone ever noticed him.

A few moments later, they arrive at Y/N's station. On instinct, Y/N immediately puts the bookmark on the page she was reading and closed the book before putting it in her bag. She glanced at Peter and motioned for him to follow her so he did. As soon as they got out of the train, Y/N just kept walking with Peter following by her side.

"So, what were you reading?" Peter asked.

"Why're you asking?" Y/N chuckled lightly.

Peter shrugged, "They say that you could tell a lot about a person based on what they're reading."

"Who the hell said that?" Y/N laughed. "It's kind of ridiculous." Peter didn't say anything as they kept walking. After a moment of silence, Y/N spoke up again.

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah."

"It's about a kid who wished that his parents never met; he wished it at exactly 11:11 and it came true. When he woke up the next day, he was on the ground and in the wrong year. His house was gone, his whole family was gone. The only person who was there was an angel literally sent from heaven who was tasked to help the kid." Y/N told him.

"That sounds really interesting." Peter genuinely said. "So, what's the catch? There has to be a catch."

Y/N giggled, "They only have one week to get his parents back together."

"You mentioned that he woke up in the wrong year... what's up with that?"

"Since their task is to get the kid's parents back together, the kid woke up in 2017; the year the kid's parents met. Another catch is that the kid's mom was engaged to someone else at that time. You should read this book. I'll lend it to you when I'm done with it."

Peter glanced at Y/N and smiled, "I'd love that. Thank you."

"Anytime, Peter."

A few turns later, Y/N and Peter arrived at her apartment building. They entered the building and went up the elevator to reach the third floor to Y/N's unit. Y/N led the way to the unit she shared with Eunice and unlocked the door before entering and inviting Peter in.

Peter closed the door behind him and looked around. It was similar to the apartment he lived in with May and it made him smile a bit. He noticed that there weren't any pictures of Y/N. Instead, there were pictures of a dark skinned woman with what seemed to be like the woman's family.

Y/N went straight to the kitchen as Peter made himself comfortable on the couch. The whole apartment was cozy and aesthetically pleasing. He looked to his left and saw an open door. He assumed it was Y/N's room judging by the way it was designed and styled. He didn't want to offend anyone but the dark skinned woman looked older than Y/N and the style of Y/N's room wouldn't fit the older woman.

"We don't have any juice. I hope water's okay." Y/N's voice cut off his train of thought as he looked towards her as she brought two glasses of water and placed it on the coffee table. "I'll just get my laptop, okay?" Y/N settles her bag down next to Peter's and rushed to her room to quickly grab her laptop. Not even a second later, Y/N came back with her laptop and sat next to Peter.

"I already started on the powerpoint. I hope you don't mind; I used Canva." Y/N said as she opened her laptop and quickly went on Canva.

"I don't mind. Did you make notes?" Peter asked. "I really have no clue about Elizabeth I."

"I don't have notes, but I do have a book." Y/N told him before she opened her backpack to grab the book she used for the presentation. She handed it to Peter who gladly took it from her. He opened the book on where the bookmark was and he began to read it.

"I thought that we could only do a few slides. I asked Mrs. Johnson this morning for the specifics and she said that we'll only present about the beginning of her life until she became queen. Her life as queen was given to someone else." Y/N explained.

"That's fine. I trust that we'll explain this really well. I don't want to sound arrogant or anything, but we're two of the smartest people in that room." Peter said.

"That's actually true." Y/N giggled. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes. I didn't eat lunch. I was at the library studying for a quiz in Spanish." Peter frowned slightly.

"I'll make us a lasagna, then. I think it's your turn to do the research since I've already done that all night last night." Y/N turned the laptop to face him as she stood up and went to the kitchen to start cooking.

Peter read the one Y/N did so far and he was impressed. He read the book first before he started typing anything. He knew that Y/N was fascinated by all of the Tudors and he wanted to know why. Almost two hours later, he found himself getting really hooked on the book.

"Are you enjoying?" Y/N asked.

Peter looked up from what he was reading and nodded, "I'm probably just as fascinated as you are right now, if I'm being honest. Anyway, I'll start typing now."

"Okay." Y/N nodded. "The food's ready, by the way." She went to the dining area as Peter started typing quickly. It didn't take long for him to join Y/N and they started eating.

"I don't see any pictures of you, Y/N. Who do you live with?" Peter asked nonchalantly.

"I live with Eunice. She's my... friend. She's my best friend, actually. She's a few years older. She's a cop; she's my hero." Y/N praised as she ate.

"How come?" Peter wondered. Y/N took a sip of her water and said, "I've lost three people I love in the span of two years. After that, I lived with my cruel aunt who treated me like a servant. Last summer, I ran away from that cruel place and found my place here."

"Then I met Eunice." Y/N remembered fondly. "She took me in without hesitation and helped me find a decent school for my senior year and that's why I'm in Midtown. I could say that she's like a sister to me despite our differences. I love her. She's my family. Families aren't always bonded by blood, you know."

"I get what you mean. Mr. Stark is like a father to me." Peter smiled. "I've lost three people too."

"Who?" Y/N asked.

"My parents and my uncle Ben." Peter answered as he reminisced on the memories he had with his parents and mostly uncle Ben.

"I lost my parents too." Y/N said as she teared up at the memory. "It was a car accident. The drunk driver hit our car so bad and it killed my parents instantly. I was with them when it happened. I was only 15."

Peter frowned as she continued her story.

"I only had scratches and I was the only one alive in the scene. I got out of the car and when I did, the car blew up. I miss my parents so much. As much as I want to dwell on losing them, I knew I had to move on. My parents would want that."

"Who was the other one you lost?" Peter asked softly.

Y/N wiped away her tears and cleared her throat, "I lost my grandmother a year after I lost my parents. She died in her sleep. She was a really good person, you know? She never made me feel guilty for being the only one alive in the accident. In fact, she loved me even more. She loved me more than she loved anything else. It was just me and her in the house that I grew up in."

"She took care of me and loved me. She always reminded me that I was her best girl. She said that to me every night. I just didn't know that those would be her last words to me because she didn't wake up the next morning."

"Y/N, I'm so sorry." Peter said. "That must really hurt. I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"I thought you hated me... why are you so nice to me?" Y/N sniffed and drank some water.

"I don't hate you. I dislike you. Those are two different things. And just because I dislike you, doesn't mean that I'm heartless. Consider me as... a frenemy." Peter said.

"Frenemy?"

"Friend and enemy."

Y/N nodded, "I like that. So what are you right now?"

Peter smiled at her and softly gripped her hand, his thumb rubbing the top of her hand, "Right now, I'm your friend. And as a friend, I can say that I know what it feels like to lose important people. I can also say that you're not alone."

'Perhaps it isn't so bad to be close to Y/N', Peter thought to himself. He didn't want to admit it, but being with Y/N felt great. He didn't feel like an outsider anymore.

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[snowflake-of-destruction]

Imagine Roxas and Axel babysitting for Sora and Riku

Teamwork

"I like adding spontaneous, fun extra challenges to the day as much as the next guy, provided the next guy is you, but I have to say, I think Floor is Lava Tuesdays is a better idea than weird plastic puzzle locks on the cabinets."

Roxas glanced up from where he knelt on the floor, fixing covers and bars on the under the sink cabinets in the kitchen to see his husband framed in the doorway, looking the casual print ad model, chiseled lines under soft sweats, hands curled around a mug of steaming liquid that smelled almost as delicious as the holder (of course the mug was emblazoned with the word SLUT in bold letters which would probably have to be censored out of the ad), bun with just enough flyaways to seem careless but pulled to the perfect angle.  "I'm baby proofing."

"As the baby, I resent that remark," Axel tutted before setting his coffee next to the sink and crouching down beside Roxas. "What brought this on? You have some news to tell me?"

Axel expected an eye roll from his husband, but Roxas set the angry looking plastic finger trap he was holding down and ran a hand through his hair nervously, a mild pink tinge crawling up his neck and Axel felt his smile freeze in the middle of forming.  "Well, actually, I do have some news..."

"You're kidding." Axel felt his blood run cold and then super heated through his veins in quick succession as time slowed down.

Roxas's frown at the interruption morphed to a furrowed brow of confusion and then annoyance. "Axel, I told you already. Replica bodies don't work that way. I'm not going to 'go seahorse'"

"Xion can..."

"Xion is a special case. You are stuck with me with no alterations."

"Eh, I still have the much better end of the deal."

"Yeah, you do."

A shared smile and a quick kiss distracted Axel a moment longer from asking, "So what's the news?"

"I told Sora and Riku we'd babysit for them tonight." Roxas ripped the bandage off quickly. He braced for a less than enthusiastic response, though actually receiving one was still disappointing.

"Listen, I'm sorry about the acknowledgements. Every book I write is dedicated to 'my heart, my love, my Roxas.' I thought that was a given by now, and I just had to write what other dedications would come after it. It was the publisher's fault, and I should not be punished."

"I'm not punishing you," Roxas felt his face wilt as he picked back up the baby proofing supplies to finish what he had started. "I thought it would be fun. Riku and Sora really need a night out, and it gives us a chance to, you know, see what it's like."

It wasn't that Axel missed Roxas's hurt tone or his latter words and their meaning, even if they had been mumbled. It was more a combination of not wanting to be lured toward a slippery slope of manipulation or ready to revisit the conversation of whether he felt they should start seriously thinking about adding to their family soon rather than a general "some day" they'd always said before. Roxas had brought it up last week, and Axel appreciated that he had, but it hadn't exactly gone well when he'd been taken by surprise and his gut instinct response was less enthusiastic than Roxas had seemed to want. He was letting the idea soak in now, and it needed a little more time to marinate before he could give a response. If Roxas was going to push, it would probably need even more time. So it was better not to toe too closely to the sensitive, personal part of baby discussion and do what they both had the inclination to always go back to, deflection with a joke. "To let a Babynort into the house?"

"Ripan is not a Nort." Roxas hissed defense of his other's son since Sora and Ripan couldn't defend themselves.

"Then how come he has white hair? Answer me that," Axel challenged.

"He has silver hair. Like Riku. Riku's genes are the only inherited evil Ripan has and I don't think we should hold that against him. He's just a baby."

"No, no, babies are adorable balls for holding and cooing at and then handing back to their parents. Terrifying because their heads are squishy and they can't hold them up, but otherwise not dangerous at all. This thing is mobile. I've seen it." Axel lent the revelation the appropriate air of horror, though he neglected to mention he'd seen Ripan crawling up a wall, imitating either one of his fathers or the younger Incredible boy, which rendered his warning easily mistaken for his typical melodrama.

"That's why I'm baby proofing."

"Did you get the upstairs?"

"It's not going to be able to climb the stairs by itself...Is it?"

Axel thought it over since the stair thing seemed to alarm Roxas. "Probably more easily than it could get to the ceiling. I'm just going to feed it ice cream and hope that appeases it."

"I don't think it..he can have ice cream yet. Sora said he was going to write us a list of rules."

Axel's attitude toward the night ahead of them turned on a dime when the suggestion that someone else thought he was less than capable intruded to punch at his ego.  "Rules like what? We know what to do."

"Damn straight." Roxas stood, dusted off his hands, and stole Axel's coffee off the counter.

"We'd be great with kids," Axel insisted, reaching out to take the coffee back, taking a sip, and returning it to Roxas.

"That's right," Roxas encouraged.

"We take care of Demyx!" Axel could honestly say that he'd fed, bathed, and rocked Demyx to sleep under different circumstances. Luckily, no diapers had ever been involved. "We're Turkey's dads!"

"And he's the most demanding little baby of all!" Roxas championed Axel's logic even while being reminded that he'd forgotten to feed Turkey before starting his project with the cabinets. He'd have to rectify that now. It was a miracle Turkey wasn't already dramatically expressing the utter betrayal of being left to starve.

"Next to me," Axel provided the punchline at his expense.

"Next to you." Roxas leaned up on tiptoe to steal a kiss and pressed the coffee cup with its last sips at the bottom into his husband's hands for him to finish off. "Now go put on something more suitable for tonight."

"What's more suitable than sweats for babysitting a baby? A tarp?" Axel drained the coffee.

"Put on something nice."

"Is Ripan conducting a formal interview before storytime?"

"No, but his dads might."

Roxas's instincts turned out to be right. Sora and Riku not only had a list of rules but a pop quiz on protocol and babysitting readiness that needed to be passed before they would leave, despite the fact that Roxas and Axel, already had the job, were doing it as a favor, were only taking Ripan for a few hours and not permanently adopting him and taking him into the heart of Deep Jungle, and Riku and Sora's normal babysitter was a fifteen year old girl (though Violet had warned them that she might have to cut back even more than she had. Ripan and her brother Jack Jack tended to be "a little challenging" in her words, when she had to watch both of them).

Ripan's part of the testing was to sit on the floor sucking on his giraffe pacifier and rolling an alphabet block between his hands, occasionally looking up with large, liquid blue eyes either to question why he was sitting on a strange floor or to ask why his dads were still there. Or maybe to ask why the other baby curled in the entertainment center next to the cable box was so ugly and meowed.

"I promise you. Ripan is going to have so much fun tonight he's never going to want to leave...but he's also going to be asleep by nine and I won't forget to rub the cream on his arms before I put on his sleepytime shirt," Roxas swore, crossing his heart over the I like coffee and maybe three people shirt he'd neglected to change out of despite telling Axel to look nice.

"Okay, I believe in you," Sora assured him before selling out his husband. "But Riku sincerely does not. So can you please promise me you will take extra good care of our little angel? I know he's kind of a handful, but-"

"Are you kidding?" Axel chuckled, unperturbed. "You're talking to the best babysitters in the business. There is no one more qualified for this job."

"You've literally never done this before," Riku groused, hands clenching in his pockets as he regressed to his old nervous tick.

"We are totally capable of taking care of your precious angel, okay? It's not like we don't have kids too." Roxas gestured to the entertainment center where Turkey sat, eyeing the miniature human. It had eyes like His Boy, so Turkey thought he might be able to trust it, but the threat of someone else Heat Giver and His Boy might want to snuggle that was not Turkey was hard to face.

"That's why I'm concerned," Riku concentrated on breathing evenly through his nose and not sounding too snappish. "That is not a child. That is a cat in a knit sweater."

"We'll be fine," Roxas insisted, ignoring Riku's slight, when defending Turkey's status as first child would make Sora and Riku miss their reservation. "We have your list and everything he needs. You two just enjoy yourselves!"

"See, it's fine, Riku." Sora nudged Riku toward the door. "Bye Ripan! Behave yourself for your uncles!"

Ripan gurgled solemnly, swearing to be nothing but the perfect child.

"Have fun guys! We'll be back around eleven!" Sora nudged Riku a bit harder, recognizing him for the immoveable object he was. "Riku stop glaring and walk."

Roxas opened the door for them, Axel waved to them as they retreated, Roxas closed the door. It was a total of maybe fifteen seconds they didn't have eyes on Ripan. The first fifteen seconds they were in charge of the vulnerable life of the baby that had been sitting near motionless and content in the living room for fifteen minutes. The baby that was still sitting content after those fifteen seconds and still near motionless, just with his pacifier out of his mouth and on the floor beside him and his mouth working as if he were chewing.

Axel and Roxas shared a glance and dove at the same time. Ripan shrieked, which should have proved his mouth was empty, but Axel used the opportunity to sweep a finger inside the child's mouth to make sure. Ripan employed natural defenses. Namely, biting down as hard as he could with his four impressive teeth.

Axel howled. Ripan laughed which allowed the red head to withdraw his injured hand. Roxas comforted Axel, for a moment, then warned him not to take his eyes off Ripan again because they might not get lucky again, and went to wash floor germs from the pacifier for the first, but, by no means, last time of the night. Minute one drew to a close with everyone still unscathed.

Minute fifteen gave birth to everyone's least favorite game, Turkey Chase and Smack, though Crawl Behind Couch gave it a difficult battle for the title.

At the end of the first hour, a nice balance had been found and everyone was getting along until Axel tried to heat up a bottle by summoning fire in his hand and subsequently scalded his wrist while testing results, as well as putting the idea of fire into Ripan's head. Sora had been right. Ripan was very smart and liked to try and mimic what the big people did. The living room couch suffered.

The next hurdles were The Incident of the Second Bottle Being Too Cold, The Great Despair of not Being Able to Have Both Bottle and Pacifier at the Same Time, Bottle Gone Too Quick, The Pukening, Second Washing of the Pacifier and Trial of Separation Anxiety, The Changing of the Onesies with Ripan Super Spleen Kicking Action, and The Pukening Part Two: Roxas's Shirt Looks Absorbent.

It was all minor stuff. Normal stuff. Expected, other than perhaps setting fire to the couch.

The real trouble didn't begin until the pacifier was lost.

[what-is-your-plan-today]

CSI: Rogers and Barnes Ch 11- When You Gotta Blow

Part 2 Co-Written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

REMINDER! Episode Warnings: Bad Language words.

Make sure you read Part 1 first!!!

Steve headed out towards his car, his mind absolutely whirring. This case had just taken a seriously grave turn, and his fingers clasped tightly around the Pen Drive in his pocket. The fact that Fury believed that Howard and his wife could have been murdered had knocked him for six, and now he was going to have to break that to Katie and Tony…

Shit, what a fucking mess.

He climbed in his car and pulled out his phone, and instantly frowned as he saw the various notifications. He had 3 missed calls off Bucky, 4 off Katie, a number of messages and a voice mail, but before he even had time to do anything about any of those, the screen lit up with his Mother’s number.

“Ma?” he answered immediately “Is everything ok? I’ve had a load of…” “You need to come here as soon as you can.” his mother spoke calmly “Star’s here and she’s absolutely distraught about something that happened at work. She’s not making much sense other than she thinks you’re going to be really mad at her…”

Steve sighed, the feeling in the pit of his stomach growing even worse. It didn’t take a genius to work out that there’d clearly been some kind of incident involving her and Wanda, so after assuring his mother he would be there as soon as he could he put the car in drive and called Bucky.

“Been calling you for an hour, Punk…” Bucky said, his voice quiet.” “Whatever, just tell me why Katie’s turned up at my mom’s apparently hysterical…I’m assuming her and Wanda had an argument…” “Erm…yeah…you could say that…Katie’s effectively outed you to the team.”

“Fuck…” Steve gave a groan of frustration.

“I warned you about Wanda…” Bucky began and Steve made an angry noise.

“You also told me to leave it!” he spluttered “And if you must know I’d decided to talk to her later, tell her to back off, her behaviour today was too much…”

“Yeah well it pushed Stark over the edge, I gotta admit, your girl’s pretty scary when she gets going…” “She didn’t hit Wanda did she?” “No just threatened to rip her hand off if she touched you again…oh, and scratch her eyes out as well if she looked at you in a way Katie didn’t like…” Bucky mused “To be honest, I wish I’d filmed it because the look on Wanda’s face when Stark told her in, pretty good detail what you’d been up to last weekend was fucking priceless…”

“Yeah, yeah laugh it up…” Steve shook his head “This is going to be a nightmare on top of everything else…”

Bucky paused “Take it the meeting with Fury didn’t go down well?”

“That’s a really long story…one that I’m gonna need to explain, sooner rather than later but for now I need to go calm Katie down…” “Good luck with that, you’re gonna need it.” Bucky said, and Steve sighed.

“Jerk…”

He cut the call and concentrated on navigating his way to his mother’s house which took him roughly 40 minutes and he took the steps up to the door 2 at a time. As he stepped into the narrow hallway, the smell of cooking hit his nostrils and his mother immediately walked out of the lounge and he looked at her.

“Where’s my girl?” he asked, and he didn’t miss the look on his mother’s face at the fact he’d used that term, but he didn’t have time to even go into the fact that she looked almost as if she could combust with happiness, he had one thing on his mind right now and that was making sure Katie was ok.

“She’s in there…” Sarah said, jerking her head back towards the door she had just walked out of. “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.” He smiled, thankful that his Ma was tactful enough to give them space before he headed into the living room and Katie immediately looked up at him from where she was curled on the pale grey sofa, hugging her knees. Her eyes were bloodshot, face streaked with tears and he sighed as he strode towards her.

“Sweetheart…” he said softly as he sat next to her and pulled her to him as her arms wrapped around his neck. She pressed her face into his shoulder, sniffing slightly as she began to cry again.

“I’m so sorry…I just snapped and…I didn’t mean to tell everyone, I swear, please don’t be angry…”

“Hey, hey…it’s ok, I’m not mad.” he said gently, his hands rubbing at her back.

“You’re not?”

“No, everyone was gonna find out at some point.” he said gently, stopping himself short of telling her they had bigger fish to fry. She needed to calm down before he even mentioned any of what Fury had told him.

“I’m gonna have to leave the team.” she said softly

“Well, maybe not.” Steve said “I’ve been thinking about that on the way over. Technically, you still report into Coulson, not me…he’s your SO…I’m only borrowing you…” “That’s a very thin technicality…” Katie pulled, back looking at him.

“But it’s a technicality nonetheless. “Steve said gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear “Pretty sure that Weiss would be able to exploit it anyway…”

“Ass!” Katie hit him on the chest at the mention of one of her exes, before her brow furrowed.

“What?”

“Nothing, just something Wanda said. Accused me of parading my latest conquests in front of you to make you jealous…fucking bitch.” “OK…” Steve sighed, “Just…try not to think about her…although I’d also appreciate it if you didn’t rip her hand off or scratch her eyes out too…”

Katie groaned “Bucky told you?” her eyes fell down to his tie and she began to gently play with it, with the air of a small child, but Steve knew she was still worried and upset, she always fiddled with things in her hands when she was. “Yeah, before…” he said, his left hand leaving her back to gently wrap over her right as she pulled his tie through her fingers. “She deserved it.” “That’s as maybe but if you did, well it’s a lot of paper work to deal with and I’m pretty sure that would get you booted off the team…probably the force too.” “What about a slap?” Katie asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked up at him “Just a little one…”

“No.” he said, arching an eyebrow, glad that she was clearly calm enough now to be making jokes, although he knew that she wasn’t actually joking, because given an opportunity she probably would actually lay one on Wanda.

“Fine.” Katie pouted, before she let out a sigh “Anyway, change of subject, how did it go with Fury? Did he give you anything on Rumlow?” “How did you know that’s what he wanted?” Steve looked at her.

“I didn’t, just seemed the most logical thing…” she shrugged. Before she could quiz him more, they both heard a faint buzzing noise and Katie reached around for her bag which was on the small coffee table.

“It’s Tony…” she said, looking at the phone.

“Ok, I’ll go help Ma in the kitchen” he said, and she nodded, shifting off his lap. He gave her cheek a soft kiss before he headed out, closing the door.

“She ok?” Sarah looked up at Steve as he entered the room and undid his tie, popping the button on his shirt nodding.

“Yeah, fine. There was just a little bit of an incident at the station.” Steve said.

“What type of incident?” Sarah eyed him.

“Just one of the other members of staff, deliberately goading her about me and she kinda exploded from what Bucky said. Blew our cover anyway.” “Oh, that doesn’t sound good.” Sarah frowned.

“It’s not, but whatever it is I’ll deal with it.” Steve said, shrugging. “Thanks for looking after her.”

Sarah smiled “I’ll always look after my little star…and you better had too.” Steve snorted and looked at his ma as he crossed his arms “Are you seriously gonna give me a shovel talk too? I got one off Tony a few days ago!”

“I’m not gonna lecture you Steve, God only knows how long you’ve waited for this to happen. Both us us have.” she said, turning back to rolling out the pastry she was working on as she mumbled under her breath “I kinda like to think I raised you better than being a shit bag.” Steve arched his eyebrow as his sharp hearing picked up his mother’s little dig “Language Ma…” “Don’t talk to me like I’m one of your subordinates Steven Grant.” she shot back, turning to face him, pointing the rolling pin at him. “I was so disappointed in you when you told me what went down at Christmas. You know that right?”

“You hadda ask?” Steve shook his head and looked down at his feet, he was painfully aware of that fact…not merely because he could still feel the blow she had landed to the back of his head. “Of course I know. And believe me Ma I have no intention to run out on her ever again, I love her.” “So, you didn’t love her back then?” Sarah looked at him, lowering the rolling pin and he didn’t miss the teasing glint in her eyes.

“Ok, fine…will it make you shut up if I admit it?” He sassed back.

“Yes, and if you ask me I’d say I was glad I was right all this time.” she replied, turning back to the pastry she was rolling. Steve rolled his eyes and headed towards the fridge, opening it to search for something to drink, grumbling to himself as he went “Well I’m not asking…”

He pulled out a bottle of beer, which he knew full well his Ma only kept for him and move to grab the bottle opener, popping the lid.

“So Tony talked to you, how did that go?” Sarah watched as he took a pull of his drink, “I mean, knowing Howard as I did, I expect Tony to be just as bad…” “I knew Howard too Ma, remember?” Steve looked at her “And Tony’s way worse than he was. But after a couple of life threats he came round.”

“You threatened him?” Sarah’s eyes widened.

“No, he threatened me.”

“Oh, that’s ok then.” “Gee thanks Ma…” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Well, what I mean is, threatening your future brother in law isn’t exactly a great way to start off when he’s the one whose permission you’re gonna hafta ask seeing as Howard is no longer around.”

“Jesus…marriage? Seriously?” Steve looked at her, “You wanna talk about that now? We’ve like officially been together since weekend, been on one date…”

“I’m your mother Steve. Mothers know these things…” she said simply, placing the rolled out pastry into the pie dish as she began to press it down “And if Maria was here I’m sure she would agree with me. She was an intelligent woman.” “Can you just let me enjoy dating her before you start dreaming about wedding dress shopping and ordering yourself a damned hat?”

At that Sarah laughed, tipping the baking beads into the pastry dish. “Of course dear” she said before she slid the pie crust into the oven and turned to look at him “But I would like to point out that the time line you have indicated does not take into account the 10 years you spent frozen in the ice of mutual pining…”

“The ice of mutual pining?” Steve spluttered a laugh, expertly catching the apple Sarah threw at his head “Now, now Mother, don’t be getting violent, not with two police officers in the house…” “Yeah, you arrest me and who’s gonna make you pie?” She looked at him, and Steve grinned.

“Katie?”

Sarah paused and Steve knew she had no comeback to that, as Sarah had shown Katie exactly how to make her famous apple pie and as far as imitations went, it was a damned near perfect copy.

“Oh piss off.” Sarah spluttered in response and Steve let out a huge bellow of laughter, his hand clutching at his chest before he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. She chuckled her own laugh as she gave her son a hug stepping back.

“But I mean it Steve…” she looked up at him, her hand gently brushing his cheek. “If you feel the time is right don’t wait…you’ve done that for long enough.” Steve smiled, and nodded, and she turned back to peeling the apples “Besides…” she said, a smile spreading on her face “I’m bored of making pie for you…maybe I need a couple of grandkids to bake for…” “Jesus, there you go again Ma!” Steve groaned, and Sarah laughed but before she could say anything else the doorbell rang.

Placing his beer down, Steve headed gladly out of the kitchen, frowning slightly as he could hear Katie’s raised voice,  clearly mid some argument with Tony. He strode to the door and opened it, blinking slightly as Bucky smiled back at him

“Boy am I glad you arrived.” Steve said, stepping back to let him in.

“Sorry punk, I’m flattered but I’m taken.”

“Jerk.” Steve said, as he shut the door behind him.

“Just came to check up on you and your girl.” Bucky shrugged, not waiting for Steve to ask.

“I thought you were just following the smell of apple pie all the way from the station.” Steve said sarcastically as Bucky shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on a peg.

“Your Ma’s baking?” Bucky’s eyes lit up “Now, you know I never say not to Mama R’s cooking, Steve.”

“For you to say no she’d have had to have asked you in the first place.” Steve shot back.

“Don’t be like that…” Bucky whined “I’m exhausted. It’s been a shitty morning at the station dealing with the aftermath of World War 3…I don’t know how you cope with that on a day to day basis…” “Is that you I hear James Barnes?” Sarah’s voice carried down the hall and Steve turned to see her leaning in the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands on a tea towel.

“Yes Mrs Rogers, the son you always wished you had is here…” he grinned, holding his arms out as he walked towards her. She gave a chuckle as she gave him a hug.

“Charmer.” Sarah smiled at him “I assume you’ll be staying for lunch too?” she paused, glancing at her watch “Albeit a fairly late one.”

“Oh, as Steve pointed out I haven’t been asked…” “Well neither has he.” Sarah said, and she glanced at Steve who looked at her, blinking, as he realised she was right.

“I don’t need to be asked, I’m your son…” he pouted, and Sarah gave a laugh.

“Oh hush, I already figured you’d be staying when Star turned up. That’s why there’s s a full lamb joint in the oven, plenty to go around…” “Well in that case, I would love to join you all.” Bucky grinned as Steve walked past him into the kitchen “And I also heard someone mention apple pie…which, as you know, I have a particular weakness for Mrs R”

“You have a weakness for anything food related.” Steve said, handing him a beer. Bucky nodded a thanks as he leaned against the counter, grinning as he watched Sarah pulling the pie casing from the oven to fill with apples, before she placed the top on and returned it to the heat.

“Check us out, like a regular family.” Bucky sighed, happily.

“Yeah, the Adams Family” Steve muttered, before he gave a yell as his Ma had clouted him round the back of the head “Shit, Ma!”

“Language!” she and Bucky said at the same time.

At that point, Katie walked into the kitchen, rubbing at her face.

“You ok honey?” Steve asked as she took a deep breath.

“Yeah, just Tony being Tony.” she grumbled before she turned to Bucky and offered him a smile “Hey Buck, sorry about before…” “Don’t sweat it Doll Face” he said, giving her a hug “You feeling better.” “I was until about 15 minutes ago.” she grumbled. “I don’t know where he gets off lecturing me, he seriously must think I’m 16 not 34…”

“Sorry, that might be my fault.” Bucky said, grimacing. “He called the station and I said you’d gone home as you weren’t feeling great.” “No, it’s not your fault it’s him being an ass-hat.” she rolled her eyes before she put on a spookily accurate impression of her brother “Answer your phone…how did it go last night…are you coming home tonight…I’m not running a bed and breakfast you know…bla bla bla”

Steve smiled softly as he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her head. She pressed her face into his shirt and took a deep breath. Bucky glanced over at Sarah who was watching the two of them, smiling softly. She caught Bucky’s eye and he flashed her a wink. She grinned, and then reached into the cupboard and pulled out two wine glasses.

“Make yourself useful James…”

He gave her a salute and moved to the fridge as Steve gently released Katie, his hands cupping her face as she nodded at him, telling him she was ok.

“Erm…sancerre or pinot?” Bucky asked.

“Sancerre…” Katie and Sarah said at the same time, the two women sharing a look before they both chuckled.

“Ok because that’s not creepy…” Bucky mumbled, pulling the bottle from the fridge.

“No, it’s just Star has good taste.” Sarah smiled.

“Can’t be that good, she’s dating Steve.”

“Jerk.” Steve glared at him as Bucky simply shrugged, pouring the wine.

“That was another thing Tony was moaning about.” Katie frowned “Apparently the wine I drank the other night was some kind of expensive vintage. I mean, Pepper owns a bar, sure she can manage to get another dammed bottle…” she scratched at her head, thanking Bucky “I’m gonna have to give some serious thought as to what I’m doing you know…maybe I need to call Coulson, tell him I’m not going back to DC…I mean the lease on my place there is up in a month…least then I could get somewhere here and be out of his hair, so he can stop monitoring my every fucking move…”

Everyone fell silent and she looked up, grimacing slightly at her outburst “Sorry…” “You rant away all you want love.” Sarah nodded to her, as she moved for her wine “I told you, I’m always here for you.” “I know, thanks Sarah.” she smiled at her softly. Sarah turned back to begin prepping the veg for dinner, waving away all 3 of them as they offered to help, insisting as she always did that whilst she was physically able to cook for them all, she wanted to do so.

Steve shook his head as both Bucky and Katie were about to protest, knowing what his mother was like and he nodded to the kitchen table and they all took a seat.

“Listen…”  Steve looked at Katie “I told you once, just come and stay with me, at least until the case is solved…then you don’t have to make any rash decisions about DC, not just yet anyway…” “Errr, objection…” Bucky said, taking a drink from his beer.

“You don’t get a say in this.” Steve looked at him. “It’s my flat.”

“I pay rent.” “No, you don’t!” Steve shook his head, laughing “You contribute towards the bills.”

“Details…” Bucky waved his hand, brushing asides Steve’s point “But….come on! I don’t want to listen to the pair of you…erm, well, I can’t say too much because your mother is here but…” Steve groaned as Sarah turned to look at them, raising an eyebrow as Katie flushed and Bucky grinned as he continued “But you get what I mean Mrs R. They’re making up for lost time…” “Well, it’s a lot of lost time to make up for.” Sarah said simply, causing Bucky to roar with laughter as Steve let out another exasperated noise and Katie suddenly became very interested with the stem of her wine glass, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Can we not…” Steve shook his head “Look, anyway, you don’t like it feel free to leave Buck…”

“I haven’t said I’d do it yet.” Katie said, shaking her head and Steve looked at her.

“No, but if you do, you take priority over him…” he said, winking as he jerked his head at Bucky. “Woah, what happened to bros before hoes?” Bucky said “You calling me a hoe?” Katie raised an eyebrow, teasingly at him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Bucky shook his head “Not after what you said to Wanda. You know, you’re scary when you’re angry.”

“Not as bad as Banner…” Katie said, grinning “He has monumental rage problems…I’ve only seen it once but he scared the crap out of Tony…it was great.”

“Was that the time he ate his donut?” Steve pondered and Katie nodded.

“Yeah, he’d been saving it specially…” She said

“Serves him right.” Bucky nodded seriously “You don’t steal a man’s food.” “Jerk, you steal all my food.” Steve looked at him, shaking his head. “Sharing is caring Steve.” Bucky shrugged.

A couple of minutes later Sarah asked Steve to set the table so the two men did just that as Katie set about helping Sarah plate up their lunch. Not long after that the 4 of them settled down, full plates in front of them and began to eat.

“Mrs R…” Bucky looked up at her “You never cease to amaze me with your cooking.” “Thank you James.” she smiled.

“You’re welcome. Now if Katie moves in with Steve, can I come and live here?”

“I’d rather have a cat” she shot back, and Katie and Steve laughed. It was a well-known fact Sarah Rogers despised felines with a passion.

“Harsh.” Bucky mumbled.

“They’re less demanding and they don’t eat as much.”  Sarah looked at him “Besides, don’t you have your own girlfriend to go and move in with…what was her name? Samantha?” The mouthful of food Steve had been swallowing suddenly stuck in his throat as he began to laugh. He coughed slightly, before he swallowed it and shot a glance at Katie who was shaking with silent mirth as she sat at the end of the table.

“Erm…” Bucky had flushed a bright shade of red. “Well, we’re not exactly at that stage yet, I mean we’ve only been dating a couple of months…”

“Longer than Steve and Katie…well, if you discount the 10 years of wasted time that is.” Sarah shrugged “Do you not see it going that way with her James?”

“Well, yeah, eventually…” Bucky said.

“What are you two laughing at?” Sarah snapped, looking at Steve and then Katie, who looked at one another before they both let out loud snorts and shook their heads.

“Buck…” Steve smiled at him, nodding “Just tell her…Ma’s not gonna think any less of you, I promise.”

“Tell me what?” Sarah frowned

Bucky sighed “Sam is Samuel, not Samantha.”

Sarah blinked, before she looked at Steve and then Katie, “I don’t see why that’s so funny…” she glared at them as she turned back to Bucky “You’re gay? Why on earth haven’t you told me before?” “I’m bi-sexual.” Bucky said, “I’m attracted to both, and I haven’t told anyone really, not yet. Steve only found out the other night…and Katie guessed.” “Bi-sexual…” Sarah mused the word over before she shrugged “How…modern.”

****** “Well ma…” Steve leaned back in his chair, his waistband feeling tighter than it had about half an hour ago before they had started eating “That was amazing, as ever. Thank you.”

Bucky and Katie nodded their agreement, adding their thanks and Sarah flushed smiling. “You’re welcome…you know I love having you all round. Now does anyone want a second helping of pie?”

Bucky watched as Katie was clearly considering it before she shook her head “No, thank you, but I’ll take a piece for later if it’s spare?”

Sarah chuckled and reached out to pinch her cheek affectionately “There’s enough left for you all to take a piece home.” “How are you not the size of a house?” Bucky looked at Katie “The only person I know who eats more is Steve…and maybe me…”

“Maybe?” Steve looked at him as Sarah chuckled and stood up to start clearing their plates, giving Katie a stern look as she had risen to help. Suitably chastised she sat back down, shrugging.

“OK, not maybe, but still…” “Good metabolism” Katie shrugged “And I run. Did 8 miles yesterday before work.” “8?” Steve looked at her “That’s 2 more than you used to manage with me.”

“Yeah, well it turns out when I don’t have to match your pounding pace I can go for longer, who knew?”

Steve looked at her, and she flushed bright red as she realised that what she had said was a pretty dirty innuendo and he smirked to himself slightly as Bucky let out a groan.

“Gross…”

Steve smiled, leaning back in his chair and watched his mom bustling about as she finally gave in to Katie’s pleas to let her help, telling her she could load the dishwasher. He watched as the two of them settled into an easy chat, sharing a laugh as they spoke and Sarah gently laid her hand on Katie’s arm. Seeing his girl so settled warmed his heart, especially seeing as she had been so upset and agitated less than 2 hours ago when he had arrived.

And then he sighed, as he remembered the pen drive sat in his pocket. He was going to bring all that crashing down.

“Steve?” Bucky asked, noticing the look on his friends face. “What’s wrong?”

“The meeting with Fury.” he said, “Let’s just say it threw something up. Something big.” “How big?” Bucky frowned.

“Big enough that it can’t wait.” he said, “As soon as Katie’s done, we need to go and see Tony.” “Tony?” Bucky’s mouth dropped open “I’m not…”

“Just…” Steve held his hand up “Wait and I’ll explain to the both of you…”

At that point his Ma turned round and asked if they wanted another drink and Steve took a deep breath.

“Sorry Ma but, we need to get going. All of us.” He said, looking at Katie “We got work to do.” “We do?” Katie frowned.

“Yeah.” he said “I need to debrief everyone on the meeting this morning, and it can’t wait…not any longer anyway.” “Oh, ok.” Katie said, looking at him as he locked eyes with her. He could tell she understood perfectly and she turned to Sarah and gave her an apologetic look “Captain’s orders.” Sarah gave a little laugh and smiled “Go and sort yourselves out, I’ll wrap this pie…”

At that Steve stood and headed into the living room, Bucky and Katie following and once they were in there he shut the door.

“Look, I didn’t want to say anything before…” Steve began, fishing the pen drive out of his jacket which was on the back of the sofa “Fury thinks that you’re right, about the conspiracy. And what’s more is he thinks someone on the inside of the NYPD is pulling the strings.”

Katie and Bucky exchanged a glance and Bucky let out a low whistle “Shit…that is big…” “That ain’t the half of it.” Steve said, showing them the drive “Fury also gave me this…said it had been delivered with specific instructions it be passed to you.” “Me?” Katie frowned taking it from him. “Why? What’s on it?” “Fury only got an initial message before the encryption kicked in, but the message said that you would understand what the pass key is and that…” He trailed off, turning the silver device over in his hands, looking at it as if it was a bomb. Which, metaphorically, it was…

“Steve…” Katie pressed and he looked at her. “Baby, what…” “The note said it contains information about not only the Cereal Serial Killer but also about your Father.” “Dad?” Katie’s eyes widened. “But, I don’t…”

Steve looked down at his feet, trying to find the words to explain the next part, the part that was going to shatter her world. “Fury…he doesn’t believe that your parents’ deaths were an accident.” Steve swallowed as Katie’s mouth dropped open and she stood there looking at him, utterly dumfounded. “He thinks they were murdered.” “No, that’s…” Katie looked at him, her chest heaving as she started to breathe deeply, and her eyes flicked away from Steve to a spot to his right as she was clearly contemplating something. He glanced at Bucky who was looking at him, his own eyes wide, before Katie raised her head and he could see then she understood instantly.

“They choked…” she said, her voice a whisper. “The cereal…” Steve nodded “Fury thinks there’s a possibility it’s connected.”

Katie gently reached and took the drive from Steve but before she could move her hand he gently curled his palm around hers.

“Doll…” he said softly “I…”

“We need to take this to Tony.” she said, softly “if this is as big as you say and does involve my parents, then his office is the safest place to go. His firewalls and security…” Steve nodded, “Agreed. Look, honey, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you straight away but…you were already upset as it was and…”

She looked at him her eyes full of tears, shaking her head to show she wasn’t mad and he took a deep breath and pulled her into his arms, gently kissing her temple. He glanced at Bucky who gave him a small smile, clearly lost in his own thoughts, and Steve felt the enjoyment of the early afternoon fizzling away as he stood there gently holding his girl, unable to think of another damned word to say.

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𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂.    

name.  “My name’s Hugh! And that’s it. I don’t have a middle or last name.”

nickname. “I don’t really have any nicknames. I have one name and it’s already pretty short. Though Lore sometimes calls me ‘kid’ even though I’m 25.”

age. “Oh, whoops, I said it before, sorry. I didn’t realize it would be a question. I’m 25.”

species. “I have absolutely no idea. Maaaaybe human? I got borg’d as an infant, I really have no clue.”

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻.

morality.  “I had to look this one up. It’s a D&D thing, apparently. I took a random quiz and got neutral good. Which is a good thing, I think?”

religion.  "I don’t follow any.”

sins.  greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath?      -”I... have no idea which of these fit me. I picked wrath because I have to be intense sometimes. Is this a ‘have to choose’ situation? I put a question mark next to it. I don’t actually know what all of this involves. Sorry. I did ask Manny and he laughed at me, if that tells you anything.”

virtues.  chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice  -”I also asked Manny for these. He was really nice about it, but I’m taking off the ones I disagree with, which was like three of them. Also, I’ll be completely honest, I laughed at the first one. No.”

known languages. “Most notably the written Borg language and Standard. Though I have a lot of random languages crammed into my head thanks to the Borg. It’s a real weird experience hearing one and knowing the only reason I know it is because someone got assimilated. Like French. French is a language I know now.”

secrets. “Do I have to? Probably. I actually care a lot about Lore and the Borg Queen. Even if I don’t show it. They’re horrible people, but they’re still people, and I do want what’s best for them. I just wish they’d stop being... the way they are. I’m also still pretty mad about the whole ‘let’s make a virus to put in this random Borg drone we found’ plan Captain Picard came up with, even if he didn’t end up going through with it. Doesn’t change the fact I still love him, but yeah. I’m mad. Mad at Geordi for his involvement, too, but still. I love him very much. But I’m mad.”

𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻.  

build.   scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average.   -”I’m small.”

height.  “5 foot 7 inches. Or 170 centimeters if that’s what you use. Or exactly two of those really big leaves Manny and I found outside.”

scars / birthmarks. “The nice thing about all that exoplating was I couldn’t really get flesh wounds for awhile, so I don’t have a lot of scars. ... Okay Manny’s yelling at me. I have a visible scar. It’s on the bridge of my nose. I faceplanted into rebar while playing with my dog.”

notable features. "Just so many implants. And I’ve been told I have a ‘puppy eye,’ whatever that means.”

abilities  /  powers.  “I can use my assimilation tubules to fix things. Not like assimilating, I can’t do that anymore, thank GOODNESS, more like... a mind meld? Except, with technology? But that’s standard ex Borg stuff. I can lick my elbow! I can also twist my actual arm in a weird way and Two hates it. So I do it as often as possible.”

restrictions.  “I don’t know what this means. I can’t really eat or sleep, I guess? Also I’m heavy because of all the Borg stuff, so I probably shouldn’t walk across a wobbly bridge.”

𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂.

food.  “I can’t really eat, but I have tried chocolate. I liked it. I also have tried sour fruit. I hated it.”

drink. “I have no clue. I haven’t ever... drank anything...”

pizza topping.  "I can’t eat pizza. My digestive tract doesn’t really work. But I like the idea of peppers. They’re so colorful!”

colour. “Green. It’s a very Borg color, so it’s actually kind of familiar to me, in a weird way. I know it sounds horrible to say, but it’s hard to explain to someone who was never Borg. It’s also the same color of growth and life. The planet I currently live on is very green and it’s beautiful.”

music genre.  “I don’t know if it’s a genre, but I like gentle music. Like, smooth, lyrical music- in the sense that it’s pretty rather than has words to it. Just something soothing to put on in the background when the silence really starts to bug me.”

book genre. “... Romance. I just think it’s cute when people fall in love.”

movie genre.  “Comedy. Humans know exactly how hilarious they are and I love it. Only specific kinds of comedy though. I don’t like it when people are just mean to each other.”

season. “I’ve been loving spring and summer on this planet. I never really experienced seasons before. Still haven’t experienced fall or winter. I’ve never seen snow outside of that moon my Cube crashed on. I hope it snows here this winter!”

curse word. “I don’t really swear, but ‘bastard’ has a certain ring to it.”

scent(s).  “I like the smell of fresh coffee, even if I’d probably die if I drank it, haha! Also, I don’t know how to describe it, but the way it smells on the Enterprise. It reminds me of being with Geordi, Beverly, and Data. It kind of feels like home, I guess. It reminds me of taking my first steps down the path of individuality, realizing what friends were, and all of that. Smell is such a powerful sense. I swear the moment I take a breath on that ship I immediately start feeling safe.”

𝙵𝚄𝙽  𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙵𝙵.    

bottom  or  top.  “I can’t be underneath... people... I don’t think I really have to explain why. I think that’s self explanatory.”

sings in the shower.  “Sometimes, but quietly. Because if I sing loudly, Manny will never let me hear the end of it.”

likes puns. “It has to be a REALLY clever pun. I used to love them, but now I live with Manny and I’m going to lose my mind.”

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Kim Seokjin - hug

Kim Seokjin had never been hugged. He didn’t know what it felt like, but it always looked nice in movies and dramas. Why has he never been hugged? Well, he was an only child, and his parents went on a lot of overseas work trips. The nanny was an older woman and very stern. He wondered why she was a nanny when she hated children. She hated when they were too loud, hated when they got grubby or ran around, and hated when they talked or asked questions. 

Soon he was a teen, a handsome one but home schooled. Seokjin’s Tutor was an older man who only knew how to read a textbook and scold him. He never got hurt to warrant a hug, was never praised with a hug. Until he bumped into you. No literally bumped into you. The two of you toppled over, chest to chest. The warmth and physical connection sent a spark down his spine. He felt for the first time that he wasn’t alone. Even if it was a mistake that you fell against him.

Min Yoongi - cat

“Hey, Lil meow meow,” You grinned stepping into the studio. You were rival producers, and it amused you how easily you could get under his skin. You really meant no harm by it, and you hoped it came across that way. Sometimes he would do the same to you by making fun of the bags under your eyes or something as trivial. It had gotten simultaneously worse and better  due to renovations, you were sharing a studio. Both agreeing to leave each other’s music and equipment alone.

“So how long did it take for your date to run away this time?” He sighed, taking the coffee from your hand, freeing it so you could count his change and place the small pile of coins onto his desk. 

“He said his boss called him thirty seconds into the movie. The opening credits hadn’t even finished Min” You hissed sipping your coffee “I was so excited to see the movie.”

“What a prick, did he really?” Yoongi hissed, turning in his seat, pulling his headphones down so they would hang around his neck.

“Yes, he really did” you turned to face your computer, turning it on and setting everything up. “I don’t understand Min. Am I really that bad?”

“No you're not, as much as we joke you are cute” He grinned turning your seat around, so you were left with no choice but to look at him “Sometimes you act like a big cat all feisty and claws and teeth, but you forget you are actually a cute little kitten.”

Jung Hoseok - doughnut

“Welcome to the Doughnut Drive- thru. How may I help you?” You asked, trying to sound cheerful after a long shift.

“Hey, can I get twelve assorted iced doughnuts with sprinkles?” The voice was muffled through the drive-thru, but you knew exactly who it was.

You tapped the button on the sales machine. Waiting for his car to arrive. It was a red 1973 Mercedes 450SL. A beautiful piece of machinery. He smiled up at you and handed you the money as he did every time, brushing his fingers against your palm, making you feel warm in your pretty pastel blue uniform dress and apron. 

In the middle of the Money was a piece of paper that said ‘Hoseok xxxx-xxx-xxx call me.’ This wasn’t the first time he had handed you a note with his number. You felt your face flush, wondering if you looked like a tomato at this point.

“Here is your change sir, I will just get them now” You walked off and grabbed the assorted donuts and handed them over. Watching his car drive off.

It was when you heard his voice again through your headset from the drive-thru speaker that you grew confused. Have you made a mistake? “Miss y/n, I come around every Friday after work, hoping I might get the chance to talk to you. I have given you my number almost thirty times now, and you never text, never call. Just let me know before I die of a heart attack or diabetes from eating 12 donuts a week. Would you be interested in going on a date with me?”

Kim Namjoon - drive-in

Namjoon had asked you out a few days ago after school, he seemed confident and kind of cocky in front of his friends. You almost thought it was a joke; that is until he arrived at your house, his usually disheveled hair combed down. He was no longer in his leather jacket but a nice button up. He shook hands with your father, talking to him with a smile while you went to fetch your purse.

“Sir, I have plans to watch a movie with your daughter and then to eat at the diner. I thought I should let you know in case you wish to know her whereabouts.” Namjoon said, trying to be courteous to your parents. “The movie finishes at eight, and we should finish dinner by nine, so we shouldn’t be out too late.”

“You aren’t planning to do anything at the drive-in, are you?” Your father said sternly, “I know where you live mister Kim.”

“No, sir, we aren’t going to do anything except watch a movie,” Namjoon said, rubbing his palms on his trousers looking towards the stairs hoping you were ready to leave. “And perhaps I could hold her hand.”

“Alright, Mum, Dad, don’t scare the poor boy” You sighed, gesturing Namjoon over; he got up grateful that you had saved him from your father's intense stare.

“I will wait up,” Your father said, walking you both to the door catching Namjoon’s arm. “You may hold her hand, and I will allow one kiss goodnight if she wishes, but otherwise, keep your hands to yourself, buddy.”

“Yes, Sir. I will have her home by nine.” 

Park Jimin - VCR

“Hey Jimin, did you record the show last night? I was so busy with my Aunty’s 45th birthday that I was unable to watch it” You grabbed your friend's arm in the school hall. “Please, PLEASE tell me you recorded it.”

“Yeah I got it recorded, you can come over later and watch it with me after dance practice” He smiled giving you a perfect spin. “You will watch me, right?”

“Of course, Chim.” You stopped at your adjacent lockers, taking out your books, remembering the math pop quiz. It was going to be a long day.

You weren’t wrong, the day was slow and tedious. Your only saving grace was when you hopped into Jimin’s bright yellow buggy and took off to his dance class. You sat in the corner watching him dance. He was one of two boys who danced in his age group. The girls moved so delicately, their bodies were as light as air. It made you self conscious even Jimin in his sweats and singlet was more agile and graceful then you could ever dream of being.

He drove you both home, asking if he did well and telling you how he thinks he is ready for the upcoming performance. The Park family home was a single story. Jimin called it small and old, but you thought it was homely and cozy. The two of you sat in his room; you snuggled into his blankets while putting the old tape in the VCR machine. It was nice being with your best friend, but you wanted to be something more for some reason. 

You just wish you had the courage to tell him.

Kim Taehyung - BFF

It was a Friday night; you were in the basement lying on your stomach on the plush rug; your legs swinging back and forth as you slowly threaded beads onto a clear fishing line. Threading Taehyung’s favorite color beads in a simple, alternate pattern. You were able to fasten the bracelet when the door to the basement swung open. 

“You got it, Mrs. L/N, I will let her know for you” Taehyung’s voice called up to your mother as he hopped down the stairs enthusiastically. “Sup?”

“Just chilling Tae” The evidence of your craft pushed under the couch. 

“I just wanted to let you know, your mum says I can stay for dinner, if you want me to that is?”

“No duh, Tae, you’re my BFF.”

Taehyung laughed sitting on the two-seater sofa, his long legs hanging over the side. “We should do something fun” You hummed the BFF bracelet in your pocket felt heavy. 

“Like what?” Taehyung asks, earning a shrug from you. He ponders for a moment before continuing, “We could play truth or dare.”

“Will it work with just the two of us?” 

“Sure, let me go first,” he smiled, sitting up and crossing his legs on the couch, patting the second cushion, and you sat across from him. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“Do you have anyone you like?” He peeked  at you from under his shaggy bangs, and you felt your cheeks grow pink. 

“Yes,” your giggle was nervous, and you tried to quickly move on, “truth or dare?”

“Truth?” He smiled, moving the hair out of his eyes with his fingers. 

“Do you have anyone you like?” He nodded, his face turned away, and your mother took this moment to bring you a plate of orange soda and biscuits. 

The two of you chorused your thanks, and when the door was shut, you were left alone once more. One more round and Tae asked if you had ever kissed anyone, and you dared him to dunk his biscuit in his soda before eating it. 

“Truth or dare?” He asked, seemingly determined to get you back for the horrific snack you had created. And you thought it only fair that he had the chance. 

“Dare,” you smiled, downing your soda so he couldn’t ruin it for you. 

“I dare you to kiss me,” you sprayed him completely, choking on the carbonated beverage. 

Jeon Jungkook - Iced tea

Jungkook was contracted to paint the outside of your family home. You were back home from University and house sitting for your parents while they were on a cruise. Laying out on a sun chair in your bikini, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun, you started to get thirsty. Walking inside to your parent’s indoor bar, you began preparing some ice tea. It was when you saw him on a ladder painting above the window all shirtless and sweaty, that you decided to prepare a second beverage. 

You turned to the mirror fixing your hair, applying a tinted lip gloss, and readjusting your bikini top to accentuate your cleavage. You carried both drinks out and smiled, “Jungkook, was it? Would you like some ice tea, you look a bit thirsty.”