annab-nana · 2 years ago
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eddie with “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”
i could've made this super angsty, but i feel like i've put out quite a few angsty blurbs lately so i'll save your hearts for now
warnings: being exhausted, minor moment of mike's idiocy that really makes eddie mad, not proofread
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"i just can't believe it," eddie grumbled once more as the two of you laid in his bed. it was friday night, so after a long day at school, you had to cheer at the basketball game and eddie had an impromptu meeting of hellfire. dustin wanted to give it a go at an attempt of being a dungeon master for once so he wrote up a oneshot and got most of the guys together to meet after school except for lucas who would be at the game. 
while you were in the gym cheering on the tigers who ended up winning the game, it seemed all the luck in the school was with the basketball players and none was left for eddie. each roll of the dice gave him a number too small so he wasn't able to deal as much damage as he was taking. 
and then, mike decided to not help heal eddie and instead talk to a girl who was from the town they were saving to see if she had any insider information. dustin had placed her there as a distraction, one that eddie claimed was so obvious, and mike fell right into the trap. the girl, lavender, just sobbed and shook and when mike got closer to comfort her, she kissed him with poison-laced lips. mike didn't feel the effects until a minute later and within five minutes, he was out. eddie grumbled about that the most. 
after mike's turn went gareth who got a low roll and then, the monster dealt his damage. with eddie's already low amount hit points, they were diminished immediately and he was gone. all of that is what you've heard eddie complain about since you saw him sulking when waiting for you after the game. 
he couldn't seem to drop it and you loved him, you really did, but you were exhausted. friday was test day for most of your classes, so you got to put in all your knowledge from your late-night studying from the night prior. but taking tests took a lot out of you. in addition to that, you had to go home and get ready for the game and then actually go to the game and act like you weren't tired as could be. once the tigers won, you wanted to either go to your house or to eddie's, whichever was quicker to getting you in bed and letting you sleep. 
when you saw eddie was done with hellfire, you smiled, happy that he was done so you could go home with him. falling asleep with him was just better overall. but, then you saw the look on his face. when he normally came to you after hellfire, he was happy and excited, but then you remembered he said that dustin was dm'ing tonight and figured it didn't go well. 
when you two got in his van, he told it all and kept coming back to being aggravated with mike. you heard it in the car, you heard as you walked up the steps into the trailer, you heard it as he made mac and cheese for you and him, you heard it as you brushed your teeth and changed into his clothes, you heard even now as you laid by his side. he was clearly upset about this, but there wasn't anything he could do about it now. 
"eddie," you whined in a mumble, tiredness clear in your voice as you snuggled closer to him, "i thought you had moved on from that."
"do i look like i've moved on?" he questioned, pitch getting higher at the end of his statement. 
"no," you answered. you moved away a little to sit up and look at him. "listen, i get that you're upset about this, but there is absolutely nothing that we can do to fix it. i love you and if you let me sleep right now, we can do whatever you want tomorrow to make it better. hell, i'll play d and d with you, but i am exhausted and i really want to go to sleep."
then, eddie felt bad. he had been so wrapped up in stupid mike and his stupid mistake of trying to talk to that stupid girl that he didn't even realize you were on the brink of passing out. eddie nodded his head and reopened his arms for you to settle into which you did instantly after muttering a small 'thank you'.
"i really am sorry about the mike stuff though," you whispered into his neck and breathed in his scent. you sighed in contentment before continuing, "that really does suck."
"it's okay. i'm sorry for talking about it all night," eddie muttered against your forehead before he pressed his lips there. 
"you were upset," you spoke softly, nearing sleep with every second that passes, "i want you to talk to me when you're upset, but maybe when i'm a little more coherent, yeah?"
"yeah." eddie's lips found your skin again, this time a little lower on your nose. "i love you, you know that, right?"
"mhmm," you hummed as you got lost in his comfort and warmth, "love you too."
he chuckled lightly at you and let you sleep, your cuteness and presence making him forget all about what happened earlier.
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bomberqueen17 · 7 years ago
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unicornduke replied to your post “domestic”
I super feel you on the food is hard. I've been having so much trouble lately and like, I want to eat food! but nothing is appetizing so I've mostly been surviving on granola and clemintines. I'm hoping that if I make brown rice for lunch and mac and cheese with bacon for dinner this week it'll make me feel better. It's also hard because I'm trying to clean shit out so I don't want to buy a ton of groceries.
Moving is the worst. The worst. It saps like, all will to anything. For me anyway.
I would just-- live on potatoes probably, except Dude doesn’t like to live that way, so. It’s probably good for me that I’m not ever left on my own, but. It does mean I gotta think it through. However, I don’t have to think it through alone. If I whine enough. (I know you got food Needs, and I have nothing but sympathy there. If I had any kind of meaningful restriction on what I eat I would probably be dead or miserably unhealthy by now because I am so bad at Coping.)
Dude and I sat together at the kitchen table and brainstormed, which helped a ton. And then, bonus, HE went grocery shopping, leaving me to clear out the guest room closet, which was AN ADVENTURE LET ME NOT TELL YOU. 
(behind the cut is a week’s meal planning, which is boring but people like food, right?? It is SO nasty out right now we’re basically snowed in so let’s talk about food.)
1) roast the 3.5-lb pork loin in the freezer since LAST fall, the last remnant of the quarter hog we bought from my sister. (She wouldn’t let me pay money, but let Dude do so, it was funny.) Roast it with a butternut squash and serve it alongside the pierogis we impulse-bought that are still in the freezer. 
(That’s a lie, there’s still more pig in the freezer, but all there is now is two big hunks of unrendered lard, which i gotta take care of, but we’re not quite through the last bit of rendered lard from before. maybe i’ll do that in the crock pot this weekend though. there’s still time. i’m dithering. if i render lard i’m gonna feel like i ought to make a pie though, and i don’t have anything to put into a pie unless i like. bake a blind crust and put pudding in it or something. which i’ve never done but like. that could be kind of amazing. but crusts made with lard tend to slump if you bake them blind and i don’t have any pie weights to prevent that. specialty items! i bake so much more at the farm, and Former Pastry Chef Farmsister has all the specialty items you could possibly want.) (i’d improvise pie weights out of washed stones but we’re snowed in, there are no stones to be had.) (ugh if i’m gonna do that i gotta get ‘em out and start ‘em defrosting now. blrggh. hey pastured pork lard is supposed to be higher in vitamin D than storebought butter so it’s a healthy fat in a way. that’s my rationale anyway. buy your spring hog share today! *throws glitter*)
2) leftover pork -- > pork fried rice with onions and a bunch of frozen veggies and some eggs scrambled in. That’ll be a good dinner and also make lunch leftovers for some of the week.
3) leftover butternut squash + frozen stock I found in the freezer (i think it’s beef? whatever) = butternut squash soup. Also make up bread dough and let rise in fridge, proof + bake then put soup together = a Good Dinner. 
4) macaroni and cheese! with leftover pork if there still is any, or not. We splashed out and bought some gouda! to go in there. v. exciting. 
5) meatloaf and potatoes and an unspecified side dish, probably frozen peas or something boring. only we forgot to buy ground beef so whoops. that one’s tabled until someone goes out and gets ground beef. 
6) we have frozen ravioli so we bought chicken sausage to go along with. and sauce. regular sauce in a jar. 
7) poached salmon and something that was adjacent to mac and cheese in the Joy of Cooking, some italian dish involving spinach and heavy cream called Hay And Straw. why not! dude wanted to make it so he’s gonna. 
I’m going to go back to clearing out the guest room closet, which is like, an archaeological dig with a definite inexplicable strata of Shit I Was Still Wearing In 2008 And Buried In This Closet For No Reason??? currently. I’m also machine washing a bunch of stuff that said Dry Clean Only because of 2018′s updated version of YOLO, which is, WADE: We All Die Eventually. 
I mean. If my Interviewin’ Suit from 2003 falls apart in the washing machine it is no great loss to humanity. Also that wool blazer I wore in high school that now has an inexplicable bleach stain on the arm. I’ll wash it and maybe take it apart because it was super nice but I can’t donate it with that spot on it. Who knows what I’ll do with it instead! If it’s not machine washable then it’s no use to me. 
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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago
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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 2)
Monday     Tuesday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, puking, concussions, mentions of injuries/bullying, homophobia
Word count: 5,138
After school, you were sitting on the couch as you furiously typed on your keyboard at an extremely fast pace. You were on a roll with these essays, they were probably going to be finished by the time you had to go back to the school to get on the bus with the team. You figured that you could even finish Annie’s essay and get started on Sammy’s US history presentation on the sociopolitical climate of the United States in the mid twentieth century to today. However, instead of covering a variety of topics like the rubric requested you to do, you were only going to talk about the significant events that happened to the LGBT+ community starting with Stonewall and going to Obergefell v. Hodges. You were also going to go in depth about how even if there are more opportunities available and more laws set in place to protect for LGBT+ people in the present then there were in past, members of the LGBT+ community still suffer heavy discrimination in the workplace and in the public. With receipts of course, the assignment required a minimum of three pictures per slide, and the group chat was a perfect source.
After that was done, you would email Sammy’s teacher (you had her last year for US history and you knew that she had a son in the grade below you currently transitioning from female to male) that you were the one that did her project and send screenshots of Sammy calling you slurs. Luckily for you, you had receipts of her being transphobic in the past that you could also send. Everything was effortlessly falling into place for you today. 
As you were typing, the front door swung open and two overly excited fifth graders ran into the house and up the stairs. A tired Schlatt followed them. “I will never know how the hell Phil keeps up with them.” 
“I dunno, maybe because he’s already raised three kids before.”
You watched as your uncle jumped and whipped his head over towards you, his hand clutching his chest. He lightly glared at you, “christ kid don’t do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
You smirked at him before turning back to your laptop to continue typing the essay. You were almost done with the conclusion paragraph on Annie’s essay and you wanted to get to Sammy’s presentation as fast as possible. As you were typing, you felt a warm air fan across your neck and your uncle’s voice right next to your ear, “whatcha typin?”
You lept off the couch and almost fell into the coffee table before steadying yourself and deadpanning at Schlatt. “I was typing an essay before you interrupted me.”
He snorted, “it looked like you were on a roll, just thought I’d see what my beloved niece was writing. Can I read it?” 
Your eyes lit up as an excited grin split your cheeks, “yeah, but lemme catch you up real quick. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie got mad at me a few days ago and wanted me to do some homework for them as a sort of payment. But after they pulled that little stunt in the lunchroom yesterday, they decided to be little bitches to me and call me slurs. So naturally, I decided to change the essay prompt into an in depth analysis about discrimination LGBT people face from their peers on the daily. My english teacher’s really against homophobia and the project’s worth twenty five percent of our overall grade, so it’s perfect.”
While you were rambling on and on about your detailed plot for revenge, Schlatt couldn’t help but be proud of the person you’d become. A major part of him was impressed that you came up with a detailed plan so quickly, that meant that his cunning nature was rubbing off on you and that made him ecstatic. Sure you mentioning not being straight was new to him, but he was prepared to accept you for whatever you identified as. He didn’t care how people identified, he just cared if they were good people. And his niece was one of the best kids he knew. He’d let your slip up slide for now until you felt comfortable enough to properly come out to him. 
“That an amazing plan, fuckin brilliant. Though, you could do more.”
That piqued your interest, “I’m listening.”
“Do you have any blackmail?”
Your eyes glinted with sudden understanding, “why yes I do, uncle dearest. I just so happen to have thousands of texts from them talking shit about each other and basically the entire school. And them being incredibly racist. They would be destroyed if that came out.” 
“Two things. One, never call me that again. Two, perfect. Keep it as leverage if they try to do something. You don’t pull out all the good cards in the first round, you wait for the right moment to strike so you can win. You need to constantly defend yourself against other players and anticipate their every move. If you leak everything right now, you won’t have anything to use against them if they have something up their sleeve you didn’t know about. Patience is key in things like this.”
You absorbed every single word that came out of his mouth like it was the holy gospel. Although he was your uncle and you loved him with all your heart, but he was a sly bastard when he wanted to be. He knew his way around fighting and manipulating people just right, so you were incredibly happy that you were on his good side and he absolutely adored you. Though questionable and morally gray, he was giving you advice because he cared about you and you’d be an idiot to not heed his advice. 
“That’s genius, Uncle Schlatt. What would I do without you?”
“You’d get along just fine without me, you would’ve gotten there eventually. You’re smart. I’m just givin you a little push in the right direction.”
“I honestly would’ve never thought about waiting, I was so dead set on getting revenge that I would’ve just leaked everything all at once. I want them to feel how I felt when they were around me. I-” you paused. Would this make you the same as them? You’d be screwing up all their grades, Adrian’s job, and Sammy’s athletic career. You came to the chilling realization that you’d be the same as them. You’d be as manipulative as they were. “...Uncle Schlatt, would that make me the same as them?”
“Fuck no! You’re always gonna be better than them no matter what. When they’re at their best, you’re always gonna be a whole lot better than them. They deserve what’s happening to them, it sounds like they put you through so much shit the past few years. I actually think you could do a whole lot worse to them if you’re willing to put more work in, but it’s your plan and if you think that what you’re doing is too much,” he darkly chuckled, “you wouldn’t like my idea.”
“You’re right, they deserve everything I have planned for them. God, I don’t know what I was thinking, ‘would that make me the same as them,’” you mocked what you said earlier, “what a load of shit. Anyways, thanks Uncle Schlatt. I’m gonna get back to writing this. They’re due tomorrow and I wanna finish as much as I can before I have to go.”
“Alright, whaddya want for dinner? Phil’s gonna be like thirty minutes late from work so I’m cookin tonight.”
Oh no. No, no, no, no. That man can barley cook boxed mac n cheese, let alone anything else. He’d burn down the house if you left him alone in the kitchen with the stove. “On second thought, why don’t I help you with dinner? We can make some chicken alfredo.”
“Awe, you’d rather hang out with me than finish your homework? Ya really do love me. C’mon let’s start.”
The process of making dinner was… interesting. Multiple times, Schlatt almost spilled boiling water on himself and he even managed to burn the pasta while it was in the water. How he even managed to do that you’d never find out, you had your back turned cutting up vegetables and herbs at the time. That was when you subtly started to take over in the kitchen, giving him smaller tasks while you handled everything else. You felt bad for Tubbo, his father can’t cook for shit. 
By time you finished, about an hour passed and Philza had come home and changed out of his work clothes. The two adults sat at the table discussing something that you didn’t pay attention to while your brothers and cousin were in the living room waiting for you to finish dinner. Finally, you set the table and it was time to eat. 
Because you couldn’t have many fatty foods before any matches or practices, you had made a separate plate for yourself that only had plain pasta, chicken, and broccoli. You were surprised with how well it turned out, you were following an iffy recipe you found on the first link Google brought up. 
After dinner, you went upstairs to put your uniform on and pack a little bag full of things you might need: a small blanket, some snacks, a water bottle, and a portable charger. Oh, and fuzzy socks and a pair of crocs. You could never go wrong with fuzzy socks and crocs. Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pulled out your phone.
Hales : )
(Y/n), I’m omw to your house
Gonna give you a ride to the school
(Y/n)
Hales you don’t have to give me a ride, I can drive
Hales : )
Don’t care
Omw, be there in like 7 mins
You swiped out of yours and her conversation and opened up the family group chat
(Y/n)
I don’t need a ride to the school, Haley’s giving me one
She’s gonna give me a ride home too
Dadza
Alright, thank her for me
Tell her I said good luck too!
Uncle Schlatty Patty
Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do
Dadza
(Y/n), do everything he wouldn’t do
Uncle Schlatty Patty
Fuck you I’m a good influence
Dadza
You’re really not
Wilby
^^^^
Technology Sword
^
Uncle Schlatty Patty
Fuck all of you 
You heard Haley’s car pull into the driveway and dashed out of your room with your bag. Just as you put your hand on the doorknob, a hand stopped you.
“Coat.”
You grumbled as you reached past Philza to grab your coat. After you slipped it on, you were pulled into a hug. “You’re gonna do great out there. I know you’re gonna win this, we’ll be watching in the stands.”
“Damn right she’s gonna do good, she’s my niece after all.”
Schlatt pulled you away from your father’s hug and tried to ruffle your hair before you swatted away his hand, “don’t. You have no idea how long it took me to get a perfect ponytail. I have an ungodly amount of hairspray and bobby pins in my hair right now.”
“Fine. You’re gonna kick their asses tonight.”
Tommy and Tubbo pushed past Schlatt and both tackled you into a hug making you stumble slightly back. 
“Kick their asses good (y/n)!” Tommy cheered, making you crack up before one stern glance from Philza completely stopped you. “Tommy, don’t say that. (Y/n), not funny.”
“Alright, Haley’s waiting for me. I gotta go, love you guys!” As you turned to walk through the door, you could hear your family following you and shouting “good luck”. You felt heat creep up on your cheeks as Haley rolled down her window and wove at your family with the biggest grin on her face. 
“Thank you! We’re gonna take home the gold for sure!”
You hopped in her car as she rolled up the window and chuckled. “I love your family, they’re always so full of energy. It’s refreshing to see compared to how boring my family is.”
You glanced at your entire family gathered on the front porch. Tommy and Tubbo were practically vibrating with excitement, Wilbur and Techno calmly smiled and wove at you, Philza was grinning widely at you as you saw his mouth forming words that you couldn’t hear or read, and Schlatt was grinning cheekily at you. You raised your hand to wave at them as they vanished from view when Haley pulled out of your driveway. You smiled softly, “I love em too.”
The car ride was relatively quick with the same soft indie pop music floating from the speakers and an easy going conversation with Haley about the match tonight. You both thought that you could beat the other team if everyone focused 100% and played exactly like you guys did in practices. If everyone did that, you would be unstoppable. 
Luckily for you and Haley, you were the first ones in line to board the bus so you two got the back seat with Zara and Jazzy sitting across from you guys. The hour long bus ride passed quickly and lively with you four passing around your phone and playing some mad libs, you were sure that by the end of the last game you four were laughing and crying. Sometime in the middle of the trip, you noticed that Haley would start to lean on your shoulder and continuously glance at you as she laughed. You desperately wanted to believe that it was because she liked you, but she was straight and she was your best friend. She was probably trying to make sure you were having a good time. 
When the team had gotten to the opposing school and left the locker room to stretch in the gym, you could hear your family start to scream your and Haley’s names from the front row next to you, Tommy and Tubbo being the loudest amongst them with Philza trying to get them to quiet down so you could focus. You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at them and Haley wove enthusiastically back at them. Zara was laughing at you two. Stretching went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were on the court facing the opposing team. 
The first match was won by the opposing team by five points. The second match stretched on and on until it was won by your team narrowly by two points. The team was going to have to shape up in the third match if you guys wanted a chance at winning, the opposing team was good. Before the third match started, Coach Williams called for a time out so you guys could talk about strategy. Before Haley could go back onto the court, you pulled her aside.
“Hales, we need to do what we practiced. The other team won’t be expecting it at all, I’ve been setting you up this entire game. They’re never going to expect you setting me up for a spike.”
“When are we going to do it though? We need a better plan.”
“I’m sure the opportunity will come and both of us will recognize it. We just can’t do it too early in the game though, that’ll ruin their surprise.”
“(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“When do I not Hales? We gotta get gold this year.”
The third round went by with both teams constantly swapping places until you both were tied fifteen to fifteen. You saw the ball flying towards Haley, giving her the perfect opportunity to set you up for a spike.  “HALEY NOW!” 
You watched as her face hardened in determination as she pretended like she was going to spike it by jumping high in the air and stretching her arms back, making the opposing front row players all gather in front of her. Much to their surprise, she launched it towards you as you leaped up and went for the kill. The stinging of the ball hit by your wrist and the smack sound the ball made when it slammed onto the open gym floor was something you’d never forget as the crowd around you went wild over the unexpected play. You could hear the high pitched screaming of Tommy and Tubbo over everybody else. Glancing at them over your shoulder, you saw them jumping up and down on the gym floor and looking at you with awe filled eyes and gaping mouths. The rest of your family looked at you with similar expressions, their cheers echoing in your mind. Winking at them, you turned back to your team and went straight to Haley. Clapping a hand on her shoulder, you pulled her into a quick hug, yelling over the raving of the crowd. “HALEY WE NAILED THAT!” 
“HOLY SHIT I DID NOT THINK THAT WAS ACTUALLY GONNA WORK!”
“You have such little faith in your setter! You wound me Hales.”
“Well, I would have more faith in you if you weren’t chaotic on the court, sweetheart.”
You felt yourself surge in happiness at the nickname, but you couldn’t afford to focus too much on it. Your team only needed one more point to win best in the state and go to nationals. It would be the first time in your team’s history if you reached national level, and you’d be damned if you were the one to screw it up for them. 
The last rotation went on for a while, each team fighting tooth and nail for the state championship title with clashing determination. You tried your best to block every hit and try to set Haley up for a spike, and you were successful for the most part, only missing a few blocks. You saw the setter adjacent to you set the spiker up for a spike and jumped up in time to try to block it, your arms stretched upwards and your palms out. Only, the ball didn’t hit your hands. It collided painfully with your nose, ricocheted off your face with a thwack and sailed over to the other side of the court. Your head whipped back as your body followed suit and flew backwards onto the floor. Without giving you any time to react, your head bounced back and cracked against the polished hardwood floor of the gym. Everything went black. 
“...(y……”
“..(y/n)......”
“(Y/n).”
You faintly heard someone calling someone’s name over the continuous ringing noise. Was it your name? It felt right, so it had to be your name. You peeled your eyes open to see a blurry figure hovering over you. It was swirled with tans, browns, and backs. After a while of the figure repeating your name, it slowly became more recognizable, albeit appearing twice in your vision. It took you a while to figure out who this was before your muddled brain recognized Haley.
“Hales! There’s two o’ya. Twice as beautiful babe…” You slurred out as you attempted to smile at her.
“Oh thank god, PLEASE WE NEED A DOCTOR SHE HIT HER HEAD!” Her usually angelic voice gritted against your brain like sandpaper making you cringe as pain exploded in your head.
“God babe you’re so loud, why’s so bright? I-wha's goin on?” You blearily tried to move your head to look around only to be stopped by a pair of large hands on each side of your head gently holding it in place. You moved your laggy eyes around to look at the figure. He was a blonde man with blue eyes and a hint of stubble on his chin. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked… he looked… your brain worked to figure out why he looked how he looked. Who was he?
“Please don’t move hun.” His muffled voice was baritone. You squinted at him trying to figure out who this man was.
“Who th f-fuck… why?”
“I’m your dad hun. Do-do you not recognize me?” You made a noise in the back of your throat as your stuffy brain finally put a name to the face.
“Dad- wha’s goin on? I’on feel so good…”
“Shh, I know, I know. Just stop moving and talking. Everything’s fine. I’m here. You’re okay.”
“Mmk… Dad, where are we? I’ont know- you’re so quiet.”
“Stop moving so much. You’re on the floor in a gym. You just won your team the state championship. Now stop talking please.”
Huh. So that’s why everybody seemed to appear from above you. You strained your eyes to look around you, but you could only see your dad’s face hovering above you. “Shit I- who’s aroun’ me? Where’s Hales?”
“I’m right here sweetheart. I got the doctor, Mr. Minecraft.”
Your dad’s face moved away from your vision so fast that it made your head spin and your stomach twist. Another face appeared above you that you once again didn’t recognize.
“I’m Doctor Martin, can you tell me your first and last name?”
“Uh, (y/n) Minecraft?”
“Good, what month are we in right now?”
“Nov-November?”
“Close, it’s late October. Can you tell me who this,” he pointed to your dad, “is?”
“S’my dad Phillip.”
“That’s your dad Philza.”
The questioning stopped as he suddenly shined a blinding light into your sensitive eyes. You hissed as you tried to move your head away from the offending light only to be held in place by your dad’s hands. Your head spun as you moved too quickly and a wave of nausea hit you, making you groan and move your arm to cover your eyes. Your hand was stopped by something warm and soft wrapping around it and holding it tightly. Everything was so overwhelmingly and painfully bright and loud. You wanted to make it stop. 
“Mr. Minecraft, your daughter appears to have a concussion. I don’t have the tools on hand to determine the severity of it, but it’s worrying that her pupils are asymmetrical, she’s delirious, and has slight memory loss. I understand you live about an hour away from here, and it’s alright for you to take her to a hospital closer to your house. Make sure you keep her alert.”
Your delirious mind only registered about half of what came out of the doctor’s mouth. You mumbled gibberish as you once again opened your eyes to look around. You were only briefly able to crane your neck to the left. Several figures large and small were standing behind your dad. Your family, your mind supplemented. Slowly, your mind was starting to recognize your surroundings even if there was currently double of everything and everything was blurry.
“I’m going to help you stand up. Do ya think you can do that?”
“Yeah Dad.” You lifted your upper body off from the ground with a gentle hand on your back helping you sit up. Fighting the wave of nausea that slapped you in the face, you reached up to rub at your eyes. A hand once again stopped you. You peeked your eyelids open and lightly glared at whomever stopped you. “Hales you’re lucky you’re so cute I woulda slapped you. I like holdin but you’re bein annoying. Stop.” You attempted to make your voice sound firm, but the words that came out of your mouth were slightly slurred.
She was silent as she helped her dad haul you to your feet. Once on your feet, you saw the room spin and felt yourself start to sway slightly. An arm wrapped itself around your shoulders and pulled you close to them so that your weight was supported. They were a little taller than you were making it easy to lean on them. 
“...Can you walk?” A deep, monotone voice rumbled the chest of the person you were leaning against. 
“Mhm. ‘M not weak.” Though your limbs felt like they were made of molasses, you placed one foot in front of the other slowly. The person moved alongside you, “you’re doing so good, keep going.” That sparked familiarity in you as you stopped in your tracks and tried to look up at the person you were leaning against making the person tighten their arm around your shoulders when you almost fell over.
“Tech?”
“Yeah, it’s Technoblade. Just focus on walking. You’re almost out of the gym.”
When you realized that you were out of the gym, you sighed in relief. It was so much quieter and darker. Though it was still relatively bright, it was better than the gym. 
“S’better.”
“When we get her to the car we can give her some sunglasses or something if it’s still too bright for her.”
“Wilbs-”
“Focus on walking.”
You huffed in irritation, “don’ tell me what to do bitch.”
You felt Techno’s body jolt slightly as he chuckled, making your head throb at the sudden movement. “Just walk.”
When you walked outside, you shivered as you felt the cool air nip at your exposed skin. Right, you were in your volleyball uniform. “I’ll go pull the car around, you guys stay with her.” 
You saw a tall brunet start to walk away from you. Uncle Splat? Uncle Schmat? Whatever his name was, you were sure he was your uncle. You tried to snuggle closer to Techno, craving warmth but never being satisfied. Where was your uncle? 
After a while, you saw a car moving towards you and blinding light pointed right at you making you cringe away and groan. Techno started to slowly walk towards the car. “C’mon (y/n), you’re almost there. When you’re in the car you can relax.”
“Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno, you’re in the back row. Schlatt can drive and Wil, you’re taking the passenger seat. I’ll stay with her in the middle row so she can have some room to lay down.” Tommy and Tubbo were with you? Why weren’t they talking, they usually were very vocal.
“Tom, Tubbs didja like the game?”
They didn’t say anything as they climbed into the car. Did they not hear you? 
“They’re just… tired (y/n).” Your dad’s voice reassured you as he took Techno’s place holding you up. 
“I wanna nap. ‘M so tired.”
“You can’t sleep yet. We gotta get you to a doctor first.”
“Mm. Makes sense.”
“Let’s get you in the car hun.”
As he helped you climb into the car, you felt an overwhelming wave of nausea wash over you making you lose your balance and almost faceplant into the cloth seats. You felt yourself being gently, yet urgently taken out of the car and led to grass as you felt your esophagus shorten. Something burning made its way up your throat and spewed into the grass. You felt someone rubbing your back as you puked up your dinner. 
When you were done, you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe your mouth. “You feelin better? Think you can get back into the car or do you need to sit down for a bit?”
“Car.”
After some difficulty, you were successfully in the middle row of the car laying down with your head on Philza’s lap. Soon enough, your shoes were taken off and a blanket was draped over you. 
“(Y/n), what do you remember?”
You scrunched up your face as you squinted at Philza’s face. “I remember playing volleyball with Hales. She’s so pretty, she’s straight though. I remember the other team hitting the ball, me jumping, then nothin. Wha’ happened?”
You watched as Philza winced, “well, you got everything right so far. You got hit in the face with the ball so you fell and hit your head on the floor. You were passed out for a minute before you woke up. It was a pretty nasty fall, we’re going to the hospital now. How’re ya feelin?”
“Head hurts, ‘m seein two of everything, an I can’t think.”
“Do you know what a concussion is?” You nodded in his lap slightly, “you probably have one.”
After a while of talking, you were slowly starting to come to your senses and your speech was clearing up, but your head was still too stuffy to think about what you were saying before you said it. You didn’t have a filter.
“Do you wanna tell us about your week so far? Do you remember most of it?”
“Mhm, it was shit. On Monday I had a panic attack and Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were being bitches to me all day. They fucked up my back. On Tuesday, they got mad at me for ditching them and they had me do their homework, had another panic attack, and Haley told me that someone took pictures of our boobs ‘n stuff and they were gonna leak it to the school if Haley didn’t stop hanging out with me. Haley and I almost kissed, but she’s straight. Pulled an all nighter and Wednesday I accidentally came out to Tech and Wil and had another panic attack. Annie, Adrian, and Sammy took more pictures of me through my window, Annie outed me to the entire school and slapped me. Another panic attack, skipped the last two classes and felt like shit the entire practice. Today Adrian and Sammy told me to kill myself and I had another panic attack. ’S about it.”
As you were going through your week, the hand that was previously gently stroking your hair had frozen as the car was enveloped in a tense silence. Luckily, Tommy and Tubbo were passed out in the back seat so they didn’t hear how bad your week was. Everyone awake knew that you had a few bad days this week, but they didn’t know the full extent of it. You watched as Philza’s expression had turned downright murderous, but you didn’t really care. You were busy talking about your week.
For the rest of the car ride, Philza asked you simple questions like what your favorite color was, your favorite animal, basically your favorite everything. Eventually, the car pulled into the hospital parking lot and Philza helped you get out of the car. “Schlatt, can you take the boys home so they can get some rest? I’ll stay with her.” 
“Yeah, I’m on it. Don’t cause too much trouble (y/n), we all know you can raise hell.” He watched you for a reaction, but when you didn’t react, he coughed. “Well, I’ll see ya later kid. Good luck.”
The car drove off leaving you and Philza at the front of the emergency room building. “It’s gonna be a long night (y/n).”
“I gotta finish Annie’s essay and Sammy’s presentation though.”
“No you don’t, I’ll email your teachers.”
You two checked in with the front desk before moving to sit on the uncomfortable chairs. It was going to be a long night. You were so tired.
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Just Get Out
Prompt: After John dies, Dean and Sam take it upon themselves to look after you, but...
Dean: 18
Sam: 14
Y/N: 7
Word Count: 2,030
   It's just been a month since your dad, John Winchester died, and all you have left family wise are your older brothers Sam and Dean. You didn't know what death really meant since you are so young, but your brothers knew, and they knew too well. Since you were seven your dad didn't really let you in on what he and your brothers did, all you know is that you and sometimes Sam get left at a motel for a while and they come back bloody and bruised. So when John died, Sam and Dean don't really talk as much as they used to, but for you, they really do try.
  What you did know is how to practically annoy the hell out of them...well...sometimes. You are mostly a good kid according to Sam, who decided to take on the 'motherly' role, and Dean the 'fatherly' role. When Dean turned 18, he decided on his own to drop out of high school, but you and Sam are still in school, and Sam plans to keep it that way.
  Okay now onto the story
  Its 7:36pm, Sam went to the library for homework, so tonight is just you and Dean. You and Dean are in the kitchen and hes making dinner while you sit on the kitchen table. "Alright Y/N, we don't got much tonight, so I'm making mac and cheese...the good kind, not the kind Sam makes," Dean says with a tiny smirk.
  "But De, I don't want macky cheese, I want chicken!" You say with a small but excited voice. Dean turns back to you, frowns and says "Y/N, we dont have chicken, this is all we got until Sam goes to the store."
  "Wait what!?!?! But De I want chicken now!!" you say filled with whine and a little bit of sass. 'geez I really don't want to deal with this right now,' Dean thinks to himself "Y/N please, just reason with me tonight, I'll make Sam go to the store tomorrow," He says sounding defeated. Oh but hell no, in your tiny seven year old brain, you knew what you had to do
Step 1: Be quiet and wait like a good sister
Step 2: Once De is done and sets food in front of you
Step 3: PUSH IT OFF ON THE FLOOR
Step 4: Wait hold on-
Step 5: Why does De look like hes about to ye-
  "Fucking hell, really Y/N!? You cant be fucking serious, what the hell was that for?" Dean yells at you. "De I said I wanted-" But he cut you off and said "I JUST TOLD YOU THIS IS ALL WE GOT" He says louder than his first statement. Now your'e shaken, but you know it takes more to make you cry.
  "I don't care! I don't want macky cheese De!"
  "Y/N, just get out"
...This is the calmest hes been all week
  "Wha-"
  "JUST GET THE HELL OUT" Dean practically screams.
  Okay now that there is starting to make you cry
  You quickly get off of the kitchen chair and you bolt to the stairs where all the bedrooms are. But of course you have to turn around and yell
  "I WISH DAD WAS HERE, HE WOULD GET REAL MAD IF YOU YELLED AT ME!" and then you run up the stairs and slam your door shut, locking it in the process. _______________________________________
  'Great that's just fuckin' perfect,' Dean thinks to himself. 'What the hell am I supposed to tell Sammy? Oh yeah, I screamed at Y/N because she wouldn't comply, and now foods all over the floor and I think I'm having a meltdown!'
  'Sometimes I wish I never came here!' you think to yourself, pretty much sobbing while laying down on your bed. 'wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want me here too-."
  You fall asleep shortly after the thought and Dean couldn't be any more relieved when he hears the door open and to see Sam with his backpack in one arm and a couple books in the other hand.
  "Hey whats-...what happened?" Sam says slowly putting his backpack on the floor. Sam staring at Dean and all the food that's on the floor around him "oh, haha, this? oh, its nothing Sam, just a minor fuckin' mishap!" Dean says laughing through each word with eyes that look like hes about to sob any minute.
  "....Dean?" Sam asks. Its been a while since there was major conflict... well since the whole situation with Dad anyways. "Was it Y/N?"
  "What? No of course not, this is just a normal Friday fuckin night....yeah just, don't worry 'bout it" Dean says with his voice dying down a little bit.
  "Should I go talk to her?" Sam asks. such a small voice but its filled with a lot of concern.
  "No, she's asleep...maybe later?" Dean says back to him. 'He seems tired' Sam thinks to himself. 'Well I did leave her here with him...' _______________________________________
  You wake up pretty early... well early for you anyways, its 9:30am and you got woken up to puffy red eyes and really messed up hair. You go ahead and leave your bedroom and when you enter the kitchen you get greeted by Sam, who is making breakfast.
  "Morning sunshine," Sam says with a slight happy tone, but still pretty monotone. 'he's trying, that's a good thing' you think to yourself.
  "Morning..." you say back, rubbing your eyes and climbing up onto the chair near the kitchen table. "So...wheres De?" you ask in a sleepy tone. "He's more or less still asleep" Sam replies. Sure enough right when Sam says that, Dean walks in all sleepy-like too. 'so similar' Sam thinks. "Morning to you too sunshine" Sam says with a pretty wide grin afterwards. "Bite me, princess" Dean shoots back, also with a small smirk.
  You look at Dean, Dean looks at you, and a couple seconds later you two look away, but the stare you two gave felt like it was forever.
  "Hi" you managed to squeak out. Without meaning to, you were quiet and a little bit nervous.
  "Hey" Dean replies, but not looking at you, instead looking at the table, then to his hands, and then to Sam.
  "Hey Sammy, do you think dad had any hunts that he wrote down in his journal for us to do?" Dean asks. Looking around Dean finds your dads journal on the couch in the living room. He picks it up and skims through the pages.
  "I...don't know? Dad never talked to me personally about hunts, just you" Sam says as a matter-of-factly. Sam sets your breakfast down in front of you, and a plate for Dean on the other side of the table. "Why?" Sam asks.
  "Because I want to hunt? We haven't in a while and you know dad will tear us a new one if he sees us on our asses doing nothing," Dean proclaims, in a slight aggressive manner, though it was almost accidental.
  "But he's...not here," you say out loud without meaning to. You look up to see Sam and Dean both looking at you, and right then you look back down. While looking down you hear footsteps, and right when you look back up, you see Dean staring right at you. 'The eye contact is unbearable' you think to yourself
  "Just because hes dead, doesn't mean we can just fuck around and do nothing," Dean says with so much venom you begin to shake a little.
  "Dean. Back. Up." Sam says, looking at Dean with an angry look and his teeth practically glued together. Sam takes Deans shoulder and yanks him back, and he makes Dean bend down so he can whisper something into his ear.
  "I know you and Y/N have this personal issue going on right now, but I'll be damned if I ever hear you talk to her like that again, hear me?" Sam whispers, he lets go of Dean shoulder and looks at Dean. Dean looks back at him, looks at you, looks at Sam again, and nods, running his hand through his hair.
  "Good," Sam says quietly. Sam walks towards you and bends down, "When you're finished with your breakfast, head on up to your room, you're not in trouble, but I'll talk with you later, okay?" Sam tells you,
  "Okay" You say, looking at Sam. You finished your breakfast rather quickly. During that time, Dean went into his own room, and Sam went out into the backyard to do whatever he does, you're not really sure. You put your dirty plates into the sink and you fast walk to your room, and you quietly shut your door. _______________________________________
  Waiting.....sucks. You have no clue how long you waited for Sam but it felt like forever. In reality it was probably like thirty minutes, but thirty minutes to a seven year old is all day.
  You begin to space out when you hear a small knock on your door. You jump a bit because you didn't really expect it since you didn't know when Sam would come by.
  You get up off your bed and you begin to walk to your door when the door was already opening. you stop and look up
  "...Dean?" You ask. 'uh-oh' you think to yourself. You walk back a little bit and he sits down on your bedroom floor and holds his arms out for you to come sit in his lap. He hasn't said a word yet you heard exactly what he is wanting to ask.
  You look at him. He looks at you. Both have no clue what to say to each other.
  You slowly walk towards him, and you climb into his lap, both getting comfortable in the process
  It had to have been like five minutes before Dean starts talking. "I'm sorry" he says to you. Smiling, you start talking too. "Me too" you say and you look up to see Dean beginning to tear up.
  Okay now its time to panic
  Dean crying is something that you never see so...you begin to tear up too.
  "De? Are you okay?"
  "I wish Dad was here, He would get real mad at me if he saw the way I was acting" Dean says. "Wouldn't be surprised if he beat my ass, just because I'm eighteen, doesn't mean shit to him" he says with a small laugh after the comment.
  "Well I think you're doing a good job" You say to him quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. "Just because you're eighteen, doesn't mean you aren't bad at being a brother, neither is Sam" You add.
  Dean, trying not to just sob in front of you, breaths in and breaths out a couple of times.
  "You're seven, when did you become so smart?" Dean asks hugging you rather tightly
  You giggle at his comment and say, "I'm your sister, I had to have learned something from you."
  "Good answer" Dean says.
  Without knowing, Sam is leaning on the door frame, with his arms crossed looking at you and Dean with the biggest smile ever. "Hey," Sam says and makes both you and Dean jump slightly, Sam giggles and that and continues,
  "The garage called, they want you to come in and help fix a 67' Mustang," Sam says.
  "Oh whaaat," you whine. you begin to get off of Dean so he can go to his job when he quickly snatches you back up, gets up off of the ground and throws you over his shoulders.
  "How do you feel about coming with me? Who knows maybe-"
  "Will Seth be there?" You ask excitedly. (For some backstory, John's long time friend Seth works where Dean works, and ever since you met Seth, you've practically 'fallen in love' with him)
  "More than likely, he likes old cars like we do," Dean replies. "Yes! okay come on, lets go, come on, come on, come on" You say, trying to hurry up Dean,
  "Okay, okay, lets go" Dean laughs while replying. You two leave the room, and Sam closes your door. Again, with a big smile on his face, Sam starts thinking to himself, 'Yeah, everything will be okay'
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V-Day
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader
Summary:
You’re not like most people who enjoys Valentine’s Day. Can a certain redhead change that?
A/n: just a late valentine related imagine for all of u bc I’m incapable of posting this sort of stuff on the exact day. enjoy! (I’m finally using this iconic gif don’t mind me)
Word count: 1,753
Warnings: fluff
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The 14th of February is just another normal day for you. You always find Valentine’s Day cheesy, you don’t see the point of celebrating it. That sort of thing isn’t as important as Christmas or Halloween. Not that you're bitter because you're single, you couldn’t care less about that, it just isn’t the occasion for you.
Tony outdone it this year. The compound looks like it was powdered pink and red overnight from all the decorations when you step out of your room. You almost don’t want to know what the main area looks like. Sam and Wanda are probably getting started on breakfast which would consist of everything shaped like hearts.
Your plan for the day is to stay in your room, only coming out for snack and drink refills, simple as that.
“Hey, Happy Valentine’s...” you pretty much tone out every v-day greeting that came your way, rolling your eyes playfully as you sit down with everyone, greeting them with the usual good morning. You expect the compound to be deserted by midday since surely all of them have plans with their partners for the rest of the day, which is perfect. For you. And for them, of course, yeah.
Sam and Bucky made their way to you. “So, Y/N, how are you?” Sam greets. You already suspect that they were hyping you up for something. “Food good, coffee good... sleep well?”
You turn to them with a smile on your face. “Alright, what do you want?”
“Well,” Bucky lets out a breathy laugh. “Sam here was just helping me-”
“That is not what’s happening. What he wanted to say was,” the birdman cuts him off. “We both wanted to take you out to dinner tonight, we can’t settle on who, so we’re letting you pick.”
You blink. They have to be joking. Do they not notice your routine during this time of the year? After socializing with the team you’d grab a day’s worth of snack, head back to your room, lock the door and lose your mind on video games until the next day.
Unhealthy, but it's for one day.
“Only if you want to,” Bucky adds hastily.
“Come on, this is a chance of a lifetime!” Sam insists, wiggling his eyebrows.
“We’ll go to your favorite restaurant.”
“It’s just a friendly date.”
What you fail to notice was Natasha listening to the events happening. Her foot taps against the floor as she discreetly waits for your response, taking coffee sips and bites of food and looking away whenever she looked like she's eavesdropping. No one else is paying attention, everyone has their own conversations.
Inside, she pleads that you’d turn both of them down, just because she’s planning to ask you out herself. They just beat her to it.
“I appreciate the thought but I’m sorry, I have plans,” you shrug. “Why don’t you take each other out instead? Not literally.” You give them another smile and walk out of the room, coffee in hand. 
Sam and Bucky nods indicating they understood. Sam tells his friend that if he had more appeal you’d agree to the date. But they take you up on your advice, already planning a guy’s night.
Natasha almost cheers when she hears the first part, only to spiral when she hears that someone had already asked you beforehand. You're unavailable. She could ask you out any day, but you deserve something extra special. She sees this day as her only chance to confess her feelings for you.
Her eyes trail you as you walk out, turning to Wanda when you were out of sight. “Do you have any idea who asked Y/N out?”
“I don’t,” Wanda replies, a bit distracted. “They’re lucky, I’ve never seen Y/N show interest in anyone since I met her. Anyway, I have to go, Vision and I have a whole day planned...”
Natasha huffs while people slowly file out of the kitchen. As far as she knows, Tony's with Pepper, of course, Wanda and Vision, Steve is probably going to join Sam and Bucky on their night out, and Clint is back at his farm celebrating with his wife.
And you’re with that person, which most likely someone who isn’t on the team otherwise she’d know. She's left by herself to mope.
-
Few hours have passed, maybe three, it’s lunchtime. As you suspected the compound is empty, so you make your way to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.
Boxed mac and cheese is the only thing you knew how to make.
“Y/N?”
You almost drop your stirring spoon at the sudden voice. You feel embarrassed about your choice of outfit, you feel and look like a grizzly bear while she looks stunning, even if it’s just plain workout clothes.
“Hey, Nat.”
“I thought you were... out with someone?” Knowing you, she might’ve misunderstood when you said you ‘had plans’. You look so cozy she would love to hug you on the spot if she isn’t so sweaty.
You let out a curious hum, turning off the stove. “I was?” You giggle. “Where’d you hear that?”
“I didn’t, just, I assumed you’d be,” she mutters and finishes her water bottle. 
You're now grabbing a bowl for the mac and cheese you made. “I mean, Sam and Bucky did ask me if I wanted to but... y’know, if I’m being honest they’re not really my type.” You pause to look at her who was staring back. “Have you eaten? This batch I made is enough for three people, I think.”
Natasha nods at your offer. “They did say it was a friendly date.”
You stop scooping the macaroni and perk your head up with a grin. “So you were listening.”
“Not like I had any choice, I was in the same room.” Quick save.
“Mmhm.” 
Then there's  a minute of comfy silence as you clean the area you made the meal on, putting the pot away and stuff.
“Why don’t you have a date today?”
“What?”
“Anyone would kill to go on a date with you, Nat.” Is what you say in your head. But instead you say, “Well, you know, I didn’t expect you be here too.”
Natasha shrugs and before she could answer you add, “No one’s caught the notorious Black Widow’s attention yet?”
She chuckles at your words, looking up at you. “Who did you think I’d go out with?”
“I dunno, Steve-”
“God, no,” she quickly cuts you off and laugh,  you laugh along but at the same time sigh in relief.
“Crap, I just remembered I have a game to finish,” you hold the bowl of cheese and macaroni and stick two spoons on the side. “I’m cordially inviting you to my room, you are very much welcome, after you change.”
Natasha tells you she’ll see you there in a bit.
-
“Huh. I just noticed you do this every Valentine’s Day,” Natasha notes as she takes everything in. Your PlayStation's on, your trash bin is almost full of snack wrappings, couple of beers tucked at the side of your bed. “Cozy.”
“Why, thank you,” you say sarcastically, picking up a controller and waving a vacant one at her. “Feel free. Or you can just watch me fail at this game.”
Natasha decides to join the game a little later, now she's lost in thought on how someone like you spends such a day like this, or how beautiful you looked as your eyes dart at every direction of the screen and how you sometimes bite your lip when you're that focused in the game.
It's always the little things she likes about you.
Glancing at you one more time before eating a spoonful of mac, she turns back to the TV to watch how you're doing.
But you're witty, kind and easy to get along with, why wouldn’t you have a date - or why wouldn’t you want a date on Valentine’s Day?
If only you knew how she feels, she’d make sure to treat you well. Like you deserve. She’d take you on dates you’d enjoy every time the 14th rolls by. If you don’t like the holiday for some reason she’d find a way-
“NO WAY,” you cover your mouth and bump your head to Natasha’s shoulder in defeat, making her come back from her trance to look at the big red words on the screen, indicating you lost. “I almost had it!”
Natasha leans into your touch and pats your back. “You can try again.”
You groan. “I definitely will but for now, I’m gonna take a break.”
“Great,” she shifts a bit to get comfy, switching to Netflix and choosing whatever’s trending right now. “I’m just curious but, do you like someone?”
You hum in response, sipping on a beer, not completely processing what she said. “I - yeah. I guess so,” you tug the blanket closer and pout at the movie that’s on. You don’t like romance movies. You always prefer an action or a mystery one any day. “Do you?”
Natasha feels her heart ache for a moment. “Yeah. She’s kind and sweet, goofy but can still seriously kick your ass type.” Your eyes land to her hands. You knew fully well Natasha isn’t straight, she admitted and definitely doesn’t act like it. “There’s just something about her that makes me... love her.”
“She sounds great,” you mumble, starting to get lost in your own thoughts. “I guess I just-” you hesitate, just because the woman you're about to describe is the same one sitting next to you. “I feel bad for her that someone like me likes her.”
“Why would you think that?” Natasha chuckles, shaking her head.
You shrug. “She’s amazing. So out of my league, I’d say she’s so close but so far away but that would be really cheesy and ugly,” you laugh. “I don’t know, she deserves way better.”
Natasha hums. “Sometimes I think she needs to her worth, because what she doesn’t know is, she’s very much amazing in her own way.”
Looking up at her from her shoulder, your eyes light up and you don’t know when it happened, but you just found her lips pressed against yours softly.
Even if it was just a short kiss you feel breathless when she pulls away to look at you again.
“Just so we’re clear, we’re just describing each other like idiots right?”
“Yeah.”
Natasha leans in to kiss you again.
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oh my god I want a hug
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jonkentt · 3 years ago
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we could move in together
or Bucky suffering but make it crack****
Bucky drops onto the couch with a contented sigh. He stretches out, hands behind his head, smirking like he’s truly done something to be proud of. Sam’s coming over for dinner and finally, finally Bucky’s got a plan. They’ve been alternating these datenights dinners and whenever it’s Sam’s turn he cooks. Big batches of stuff he says he wants to make for Sara and the boys if it’s any good. Course, it’s always good. Bucky loves Sam’s cooking. He loves showing up much too early so he can watch Sam cook. Sam gets in fights with pots and pans, curses under his breath whenever he measures something wrong. You’d think everything he made would be a disaster but somehow, no matter how many times Sam swears that internet recipes are the bane of his existence, the food is delicious. Which makes Bucky feel like an asshole for ordering take-out on his turn every single time.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to cook for Sam. Boy, has he tried. But how can he tell if anything’s edible? Nothing compares to Sam’s cooking. So Bucky’ll make something, taste a spoonful, and decide it’s complete shit just in time for Sam to show up. There’s been a couple of close calls when Sam asked why his apartment smelled like pasta if they were eating deli sandwiches. (“It smells burnt in here, Buck.” “Ha! Yeah, I think my neighbor, uh, had some trouble.”) But tonight, Bucky has a plan. He found a recipe that was supposed to be “fool proof” and practiced making it yesterday. Sure it’s a mac-n-cheese casserole but there were several different cheeses in it so… that should count for something. He had a dish waiting to be put it in the oven when Sam arrived.
“I think we got this all tied up, don’t you Alpine?” Bucky says to the rabbit as she makes her way across the room to settle on his feet. Alpine’s favorite place to sit is on Bucky’s feet, which he thinks is adorable. He considers cuddling Alpine on his lap but Sam will be here any minute and he doesn’t need to be covered in bunny hair. Bucky as some class. The self-satisfied grin is still plastered to his face when Sam let’s himself into his apartment.
“Sam! You gotta explain this show to me! TV doesn’t make sense anymore.” His smile falters when he turns to see Sam crossing the room in long strides, some kind of burning intent clear on his face. “Uh—” Sam lands on the couch turned towards him. Bucky is keenly aware of the lack of personal space Sam has left between them. Sam’s knee is practically in his lap. Bucky sits there with his mouth half open, struck by the intensity of Sam’s stare. He doesn’t look angry, so that’s good at least. But what the fuck?
“Did you tell Sarah we were moving in together?”
Bucky blinks. “Wha—”
“At the cookout. Sarah just asked me if we’d found a place yet. What the hell? You can’t just tell my sister that we’re moving in together and not let me know!”
Bucky lets out a startled laugh. “The cookout? That was weeks ago! I’m sure she was just messing with you—”
“So you were joking?” Again, Bucky’s smile slides off his face. What is happening? Sam is not kidding right now. He might very actually be pissed off. But it was a joke? …wasn’t it?
“I…” Bucky trails off. So he’s been daydreaming about living with Sam. But that’s not what Bucky tells himself. He’s just picturing their dinners together at different times of day. Like in the mornings. Sam in pajamas is a quintessential element of these daydreams.
“Were you serious, Bucky? I’m trying to imagine that you wouldn’t just run your mouth off around my sister as a joke.” Sam is pinning him with this intense expression that Bucky can’t figure out and it’s taking all his self control not to squirm.
“I guess… it wasn’t.”
Sam keeps up the laser eyes till Bucky can practically feel two points boring through his skull. Finally, Sam sighs.
“Man…” Sam says, slowly shaking his head. He takes Bucky’s hand and holds it to his chest, just like they had outside Sarah’s house after Bucky confessed an overdue apology. But now, Bucky’s hand is literally against Sam’s chest and he can feel Sam’s heart beating. The thud, thud makes his stomach flip. Bucky stares at their hands. Sam is so close and that’s making him forget how to breathe. Maybe he should be looking somewhere else. Somewhere other than Sam’s hand gripping his. Listening to something other than Sam’s heartbeat. When Bucky meets Sam’s eyes again he regrets it instantly. This is 100x worse than before. This is tender.
“If you’re going to do this, you gotta be sure.” Sam’s voice is warm. His brown eyes are warm. His hand is warm. His chest is— you get the idea. Bucky’s brain still isn’t processing what the hell Sam is talking about. “Cause I won’t have you fuckin’ around with my heart.” Wait- what? “I don’t have the time or the mental space to deal with that. You understand?” Bucky would literally rather be in cryo right now. “Bucky.” The fuck does Sam expect him to say? If he starts moving his lips then words should form eventually.
“I wouldn’t do…” This is a struggle. Sam raises an eyebrow.
“You wouldn’t do what?”
“Fuck around.” It comes out barely a whisper. Sam sighs and Bucky thinks he’s actually going to die.
“What are we talking about, Buck? How you wouldn’t lie to my sister? Or how—”
“Yeah! Sure! I don’t know!” Bucky has class. He swears to god he used to have class. “I wouldn’t lie to Sarah! Yeah, I do want to live with you. It’s kinda the only thing I think about. But I didn’t know how to tell YOU that!” There’s a grin spreading across Sam’s face and it’s making Bucky feel things. “And I wouldn’t fuck around with your heart! That’s literally the last thing I would ever do! Your heart is very important to me and I would…!” Whatever courage he had is disappearing fast. “…take care…” Dear god almighty does Sam have to do that with his face? “…of it.”
Sam is smiling like the actual sun. And Bucky is burning to a crisp under a magnifying glass.
Sam leans back with a satisfied “hrmph.” He drops Bucky’s hand and stands up. Bucky involuntarily leans into the empty space like Sam left some kind of gravitational pull. What the fuck just happened? Bucky looks at Alpine. The rabbit is sitting on her hind legs beside him, looking up at him curiously and twitching her nose.
“So what’s for dinner? Take-out again?” If it could reach, Bucky’s jaw would drop to the floor. Sam looks like he’s trying not to laugh.
“That’s it?!!”
“What’s it? You forget to order a pizza or somethin?” Sam takes a few steps toward the kitchen and Bucky jumps off the couch.
“Sam. I hate you.”
“Wow. That hurts, Bucky. I thought my heart was important to you.”
“I—!” Bucky flails his arms around. Sam is grinning in that stupidly adorable irresistible way of his. The situation is hopeless. How is Bucky supposed to think when Sam is being this cute? And now he knows that Bucky wants to live with him? Disastrous. “I made you dinner!”
Sam looks surprised, maybe even a little touched. “Really?”
“Yes, really!” Bucky pushes past him on his way into the kitchen, overly aware of how their shoulders brush. Bucky pulls the casserole out of the fridge and transfers it to the pre-heated oven. Now that he’s not looking at Sam, the thought of meeting his gaze again makes Bucky feel queasy. Instead he decides to lean over the oven and stare at its digital clock. A perfect excuse to avoid those obnoxiously beautiful brown eyes for the next 20 minutes.
“What is it?”
“Casserole.”
Sam laughs. “You realize there’s like a million different kinds of casseroles, right?”
“Macaroni,” Bucky mumbles.
“Sounds promising. You’ve got beer somewhere?” Bucky mumbles some more because how can he admit now that he went searching for Sam’s favorite hard lemonade that’s annoyingly hard to get in New York? He hears Sam open the fridge. Too late. “Oh my god, you found this stuff here?!” The distinct crack of a can opening punctuates Sam’s excitement. “You’re the best, man.”
Bucky could say something snarky. Really, he should at least try. But his ears are burning and so is his face and goddammit why is this happening. Sam’s silent, clearly waiting for a comeback. Bucky starts to sweat. He hears Sam come up behind him. What is breathing? Surely it’s a non-essential function. Then Sam presses himself to Bucky’s back and wraps his perfect hunky arms around his waist. Bucky’s hearts skips at least five beats when he feels Sam’s warm breath on his ear.
“You just gonna stare at the clock then, huh?”
“Ye—“ Bucky clears his throat. “Yeah.”
“Mmm, okay,” Sam hums and rests his chin on Bucky’s shoulder, obviously with no intention of showing mercy.
“What are you doing?” Bucky’s voice is much higher than he cares to admit.
“Staring with you.” Bucky swallows. He can’t do this for another 18 minutes. “You gonna cook for me when we live together?”
WHAT. Bucky’s brain is hot and spinning like a clothes dryer but it’s his thoughts that are tumbling. Yeah, he’s definitely sweating a lot now. Bucky ducks his head, not realizing that would be a terrible idea. Sam drops a kiss on the exposed back of his neck. So this is it then. This is how it ends. Bucky is going to pass out or die or both.
“How much longer can you hold your breath before it becomes a problem?” God, Sam is such a smug asshole. “I don’t wanna scrape you off the kitchen floor before dinner.”
Bucky tries to inhale slowly, but it’s shaky- of fucking course it is. “I really hate you,” is all he can manage to whisper.
“Ya know, that’s funny,” Sam purrs. Literally purrs because he clearly wants Bucky to suffer. “Cause I could swear that you actually have a huge, embarrassing, all-consuming crush on me.”
Fuck right off, Sam Wilson, you perfect fucking prick, is what Bucky thinks. But somehow, unforgivably, what he says is, “You have really beautiful eyes, Sam.”
That startles a laugh out of Sam. “Why thank you, Bucky! But it’s kinda hard to believe you really mean that from the way you’re so adamantly not looking at me.”
“You know I mean it. Always accusing me of having a staring problem.”
“Still… you could convince me.” Sam’s tone is a challenge. Fuck this.
“Sam, if I look at you, I’ll either die or have to kiss you.”
“You’re so dramatic,” Sam chuckles. “You can kiss me, but dying right now would be inconvenient.”
That’s it! Bucky turns on him. “Inconvenient? In- fucking -convenient?!”
“Well, yeah, you didn’t say how long the casserole should be in the oven for.”
“Get out of my apartment!”
“Make me!”
Bucky grabs Sam’s face in both hands and kisses him hungrily. Fuck mac-n-cheese. He’s having Sam for dinner.
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ponds-puddle · 4 years ago
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Day Out ~{Shinso}~ (4/??)
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part one / part two / part three
SERIES MASTERLIST
“So about the homeless man,” your friend Jirou said as she plopped on your bed. You huffed stubbornly at her comment.
“I told you that he’s not homeless.” 
“He never gets off on his stop,” she said dully, “Maybe because he doesn’t really have any specific stop so he just wanders around your neighborhood at night. Good job, Y/N. You have a homeless man for a stalker.” 
“Jirou, he isn’t stalking me. If he was, wouldn’t I have run into him a second time a lot sooner?”
“He’s good at what he does,” she drones before looking at you, “You’re not his first.” 
“Jirou, you’re so uncalled for.” 
“You’re uncalled for,” she scoffed lamely before dropping her head back onto the bed dramatically.
“Did you ever truly grow up past five? I don’t think I’ve seen you change a single bit from then on.” 
Jirou laughed at you, not phased by your comment. The two of you have such a strange but beautiful relationship. Rather than being sweet to one another, the two of you just constantly roast one another. It’s a lot more entertaining that way. 
Truth is that you’ve known Jirou all your life. The two of you grew up next to each other. The two of you had that perfect friendship thing. The windows in both of your rooms faced one another. The two of you were destined to be friends and no one could tell you two otherwise. 
“Seriously though, Y/N…” Jirou said stiffly. You turned curiously at the girl, “Are you sure you’re not putting yourself in any danger meeting him at night? My patrol isn’t too far away. I can always walk you home at nights.” 
“Jir,” you said sweetly, “I promise that I’ll be okay. If anything happens, the way to my house has lots of plants. So I’ll be fine.” 
“Do you think that he’d do anything?” 
The air seemed so thick, “No.” 
Jirou didn’t look at you, but your eyes never once left her. You were somehow very certain, almost one hundred percent certain, that Shinso wouldn’t hurt you. There was no reasoning behind your thoughts. But there weren’t any to think otherwise either. 
“I believe you.”
“Good, now can you, like, insult me or something now? That was way too serious for us.”
Jirou laughed, She definitely agreed. 
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“Why are you here? It’s not the middle of the night,” you joked with the purple haired boy sitting in his usual seat on the train. You were glad you weren’t the only one who automatically went to those seats if they’re open. Something about them seemed comforting. They were familiar. 
“I do have a life, you know.” 
“Actually I did not know that,” you commented pointedly as you sat beside him, “I don’t know much of anything about you.” 
“Same here,” he said while turning to look at you, “I think that’s part of the fun, don’t you?” 
You wanted to agree with him on instinct, but you didn’t, “Actually I would like to know more about you. I feel like knowing you would be more fun, you know?” 
The way you said it was so innocent, but Shinso could tell that you were throwing a tiny dagger along with your words. You were serious about it. You were determined to be friends with him, and for a moment Shinso felt afraid of this smiling creature in front of him. So stubborn. But at the same time so irritatingly interesting. 
“Yeah,” he said in a puzzled tone, wondering what it was about you that was making his heart beat so fast right now. 
“You good?” 
“Yeah just… thinking,” he shook it off, finally looking you in the eyes, “It’s nothing.” 
God his eyes are beautiful. 
All your life you have surrounded yourself in varieties of colors. Everyday of your life was filled to the brim with vibrant and intense colors. But not as intense as the color of his eyes. They could almost compare to lavender, but you have never seen a shade of lavender sparkle the way his eyes do. Maybe it was the reflection of the stars and lights in his irises, but whatever it was made you rethink whatever you once believed to be your favorite color. When you were with him, his purple outshines every other color you’ve seen. 
“What are you thinking about?” Shinso asked you sweetly, leaning his cheek into his palm. He looked so cute with the way his face squished against his hand. You suppressed a giggle, instead just giving him the softest of smiles. 
“I really like the color of your eyes.” 
Shinso froze slightly, his eyes widening slightly at your confession. He allowed his expression to stray from the norm for just a second more before replacing it with his usual smirk. 
“I like yours too.” 
A bright blush invaded your cheeks, humoring Shinso. He didn’t comment on it however, not wanting you to cover it from him. 
“What are you doing today?” 
“Grocery shopping, you?” 
“I actually just got off work. I wasn’t sure what I was gonna do today.” 
“You could join me if you want?” 
“I wouldn’t be intruding?” 
Shinso picked up your work bag before standing up and holding his hand out to you. Your hand reached out and met his as if on instinct, allowing him to pull you up from your seat. 
“You wanted to get to know me right?” he asked smoothly, suavely moving a piece of hair behind your ear, “Now’s your chance.”
“How old are you?” 
“24, you?” he replied, spinning the produce bag before placing it in his cart.
“23, and your questions can’t all be asking the same thing to me. That’s cheating.” 
He rolled his eyes, pointing at the apples behind you, “Three please. And it’s not cheating. Maybe I just like your questions?” 
“Make up your own,” you laughed, handing him the bag of apples you had packed. He gave you a quiet “thank you” before placing it in the cart.
“Fine,” he sighed dramatically, drawing a laugh out of you, “What’s your favorite animal?” 
“Elephants!” you said excitedly. Shinso’s eyebrows raised at your enthusiasm, “Sorry, I just really like them.” 
“It’s your turn,” he laughed as he walked away with the cart, his hand coming out to hold onto your elbow. In the little time that he has known you, he’s realized how spacey you could get. He was sure if he didn’t keep his eye on you, you’d end up lost. He thought you were the cutest thing in the world. 
“Right,” you said with a little hum, unphased by him pulling you along, “What do you do for a living?” 
Shinso frowned. He couldn’t really tell you he was a hero. Not after he lied and said that he didn’t have a quirk. He stayed silent for a moment, pretending to be interested in a box of mac n cheese in his hand. 
“Shinso?” 
“Hm?” 
“What do you do for a living?” 
“Oh I-” 
“Shinso!” a loud voice broke through. He sighed in relief, not really sure what he was going to reply to that anyways. The relief didn’t last long, however. Not when he saw who had called him. 
“Kaminari,” he sighed, causing you to frown. Why did he seem so upset to see the boy? 
“I haven’t seen you in so long!” he dramatically hung himself on the boy, forcing him into a hug. 
“Think maybe it was on purpose?” 
Kaminari gasped, pulling away from the boy and holding his “broken” heart, “Shinso, after all we have been through? You wound me.” 
“Oh go short-circuit,” Shinso laughed, causing Kaminari to join in with him. You watched the two boys with a small smile on your face. You had never seen Shinso talk to anyone else before. He seemed so different with his friends than he does when he’s with just you. He’s meaner, but you can tell that it’s all jokes. You wonder what he would sound like when angry.
“Who is this?” 
“Leave her alone, Kaminari,” Shinso said with a straightened spine, knowing exactly how perverted his friend could act. You looked up at the stranger with a smile, not sure why Shinso had suddenly gotten so serious.
“Don’t listen to him,” you said as you stepped up to be stood beside Shinso, “I’m Y/N.” 
Denki looked between you and Shinso for a moment, “No way,” he gasped.
“Kaminari,” Shinso said warningly.
“Dude, she’s way cute,” he gushes, stepping closer to you. It didn’t feel threatening, but you could tell that Shinso wasn’t too happy with him advancing on you, “When’d you get yourself a girlfriend?”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Shinso said stubbornly, beginning to look for a way out of this conversation. He was hoping Kaminari wouldn’t mention the whole hero thing. He wasn’t sure how he could talk himself out of that right now. 
“Then you’re single?” Kaminari’s eyes were now attached to you. You looked up at Shinso, seeing his uncomfortable features. A frown fell onto your lips, you didn’t like seeing him look like that. 
“No,” you lied, “Shinso is actually helping me pick out something to make for my girlfriend tonight. It’s our anniversary today. I’m a hopeless cook, but Shinso,” you placed your hands onto Shinso’s arm, causing him to look down at you, “is an absolute saint and my own personal hero and offered to help out. We’re actually in a little bit of a time crunch, so is it alright if we cut this short? I wanna get everything put out before she gets off work.” 
The farewells didn’t last long. However when Kaminari went in for a hug, Shinso gently pulled you to the side. You watched with a stifled laugh as the boy fell straight to the floor. You wanted to help the boy stand, but you were at a loss when Shinso took your hand and pulled you away from the loud blonde boy. 
“Sorry about that,” Shinso said gruffly, letting go of your hand. A small pout threatened your lips at the loss of contact.
“It’s fine, but you owe me dinner now.” 
Shinso looked down at you in surprise, only to see you staring straight ahead with a proud smile on your face. He smiled softly, “You sure your girlfriend won’t mind?” 
“The only girls I have in my life are my best friend Jirou and cat, Nakoma.” 
Shinso’s face broke out in a smile, “You have a cat?” 
Seeing the excitement on his face warmed your heart, “How about we have dinner at my place tonight? You can meet her?” 
He seemed to think about it for a moment before nodding, “Yeah I’d like that.” 
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lemonpeter · 4 years ago
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Thanksgiving for Dummies
I wrote this all today in between cooking my own meal, so I’m sorry if there are any weird grammar or spelling errors lol but I don’t think there are any. I hope everyone enjoys and (those who celebrate) have a happy thanksgiving 💕
Warnings: none! Just a little slice of life thanksgiving fic, all fluff and domesticity
Tagging those who commented and encouraged me to write this: @thethaliastxrk @starkerscoop @thatrandomsomnia @the-mad-starker @unsettledink @bongbubbles
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“Peter, where did the-“
“Have you seen where-“
They both stopped, laughing to themselves. It hasn’t been the first time that afternoon that they’d started talking over each other.
“You first,” Tony offered, leaning against the counter and smiling at his husband.
Peter laughed, glancing over the counter and seemingly endless rows of ingredients. “I can’t find the chicken stock. I swear I just had it.”
The older man glanced around, humming softly to himself. He grabbed a carton and dangled it in front of Peter. “Here you go, honey. Working on the gravy?”
Nodding, Peter started measuring out the stock after taking it from Tony and adding it into a bowl. “Yep. Wanted to use some of the turkey drippings but someone threw them out,” he commented dryly.
Tony made an offended noise, bumping him with his hip. “I didn’t know I was supposed to keep the greasy pan! I was trying to be helpful by washing up!”
Obviously not really mad, Peter smiled at him fondly. “You are being helpful. But if you want to be more helpful you’ll get started on shredding the cheese.”
“I was about to! That was what I needed to ask, I cant find the cheese grater.”
Peter glanced around, pointing to the edge of the other counter as he continued making his gravy. “Right there, Tones. You might need to put your glasses on,” he told him teasingly.
Tony grabbed the grater, glaring playfully at the younger man. “Not happening. I can see just fine. Those are just...for precaution.”
“Whatever you say, baby.”
Tony stuck his tongue out at him before grabbing the blocks of extra sharp cheddar and gruyere he was supposed to grate. It was an annoying job, but at least it didn’t take too long.
Before long he had a bowl piled high with shredded cheese and then went ahead and got some water on to boil for the pasta.
Peter had finished his gravy and set it to the side since it was complete. He’d started on the sweet potato casserole and the pumpkin pie simultaneously, expression focused and scrunched up.
Tony couldn’t help but smile as he looked to his husband. Peter was always so precious when he got focused on something, completely sucked in until it was done. It was just cute. But as far as Tony was concerned, everything that Peter did was cute.
A couple minutes passed and he was snapped out of his gazing when the other man turned to look at him.
“You told Steve to bring the rolls, right? Because it’s too late to start anything from scratch and we’re both occupied here so we can’t go buy anything.”
Tony watched the worried crease form between his partner’s brows as the younger man stressed. Even though everything was going to go perfectly. “I did. He and Barnes are covering bread, Nat has green beans, Thor is bringing something I’ve never heard of, Sam said something about cookies....” he listed off people who were supposed to be bringing things, trying to soothe Peter.
“What about Rhodey? Don’t tell me you forgot to invite him.”
“Calm down, honey. Sourpuss told me that he’s bringing a pie.”
Peter nodded slowly, relaxing and he took in and mentally sorted through all that Tony told him. “Okay. What about Clint?”
“With his own family tonight.”
“And Bruce?”
“He’s on that trip I mentioned the other day. It’s like you don’t even listen to me.”
Peter chose to ignore that comment, trying to see if they missed anyone else. “Wanda? Is she coming with-“
“She’s with the Barton’s. And Scott is with his family. Seriously, it’s okay. Everyone was invited. And all the food will be here. You have nothing to worry about,” he assured him.
The younger man nodded slowly, hands nervously brushing down the front of his apron. It was dusted with flour that had come off of his hands in the other times he’d done the exact motion.
Tony went to him, pulling him close and gently kissing his forehead. “Everything is going to be perfect. I promise. You’re so amazing, handling so much of this. It’s going to go well. You don’t need to worry, honey.”
Peter nodded again, trying to believe what he was hearing. But the soft kiss definitely helped him calm down a bit. “Thank you, Tony. Thank you. I love you. I just worry....this is our first thanksgiving that we’re, yknow-“ he held up his left hand, ring glinting under the bright lights of their kitchen. “So I need it to be perfect for that. But we’re also hosting everyone.”
His husband smiled affectionately, nodding as he talked. “I know. I know. But I promise you that everything will be perfect. Everyone is going to love it. And I’ve already loved preparing it with you. I love you too.”
That seemed to calm the younger man slightly, a smile on his face. “Okay. Thank you, Tones. Now- help me get the sauce for the mac and cheese finished, please. We have three pans of it to make.”
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Just over an hour later, everything was done.
The rest of the team started filing in, handing their side dish offerings to Peter.
Team. Well, they were more than that. Especially considering the day. They were family.
Steve was up to help set the table while everyone else settled in. He raised an eyebrow at the sheer number of dishes he saw in the kitchen when he went in to get the plates an silverware, but he didn’t comment. He knew it would all get eaten. A group of super soldiers and powered people in general, a huge meal would be needed and definitely appreciated.
So he set the table for everyone, rolling his eyes when Tony sarcastically remarked about having to do everything after he accidentally put the knives on the wrong side. “So sorry, I’ve never had to set the table for someone so finicky about their manners.”
Tony pursed his lips, shaking his head. “It’s not for me. It’s for Peter. I’m just making sure everything is precise, down to the utensils.”
Steve glanced to the kitchen where Peter was still frantically perfecting everything. Then he nodded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“No problem. Just making sure absolutely everything is right.”
Natasha watched them from her seat, expression amused. She was really excited and happy that she had been invited, but wasn’t going to show everything. “Peter, come on,” she called. “Everything is amazing. Come sit your ass down so we can eat and bother you with questions about holiday plans.”
A laugh was heard from the kitchen as Peter emerged with the turkey. Well, the first one. Tony had to grab the other. “Just trying to get everything on the table, ‘Tasha. Give me a moment. I thought you were the patient one.”
“I’m eyeing that bird, all patience is gone. I’m starving and everything here smells incredible. Hurry up,” she joked.
Peter set down the turkey he was carrying, Tony following suit soon after.
Then everyone was seated.
Tony hummed, grabbing Peter’s hand quickly. “Thank you for joining us tonight. You know you guys are so much more than a team to us. You’re our family.”
Everyone murmured in agreement, except Natasha who glanced up. She was holding back tears, because the great black widow never cried.
Everyone noticed. But they wouldn’t mention it.
Instead the dug in, each of them taking heaping plates and complimenting Peter and Tony on their successful gathering.
Peter was grinning ear to ear, cheeks flushed. He was proud. And so incredibly happy.
He had been so worried about everything being perfect. But all he needed for perfection was his family. And his wonderful husband.
“Happy thanksgiving,” he murmured, meeting Tony’s eyes.
“Happy thanksgiving, honey. You did good.”
“I know,” Peter said cheekily, looking around the table.
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hurricanery · 4 years ago
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something good
A/N: Okay so I was going to write pt. 3 of If You Went Away tonight but then those promo pics came out and I was inspired to write some fluffy amelink instead. Also couldn’t get the image of Link holding Scout out of my head soooo here’s this. If you wanted pt. 3 don’t worry it’s coming, it’ll be the next thing I post!
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Amelia gasps awake suddenly, sitting up in bed. She looks at the clock. 4:33 AM.
It’s been happening a lot lately. The vivid dreams. The dreams that seem so realistic, they feel physically draining to wake up from. She doesn’t always remember the details. But in the moments that immediately follow her awakening, her mind is flooded with images of Meredith. And panicked thoughts about what’s going to happen to her.
Amelia knows that her sister-in-law’s current condition is the source of her stress. She spends most of her days worrying about Meredith. About what her being put on the ventilator truly means. And now the worry was creeping into her nights, too. Interrupting her sleep and making her heart race during the moments that were supposed to be the most calm and relaxing.
She sits all the way up and shifts to the side, placing her bare feet onto the floor below.
“Amelia,” she hears Link mutter sleepily behind her. She turns her head to the side, not fully looking at him.
“Hey.”
“You have another bad dream?”
Amelia smiles at the fact that he remembers. She never purposely wakes him up when the dreams happen. She always talks herself down until her mind is quiet and then eventually tries to fall back asleep. But, it was starting to become more physically obvious that she wasn’t sleeping well. It would be written all over her face the next day. She’d be dragging along, or she’d zone out too often, or suppress too many yawns. And so when Link had asked her what was up, she’d confessed about her interrupted sleep. About the vivid dreams that were hard to bounce back from.
“I’m good,” she doesn’t exactly answer his question. She gets up slowly, stepping into her slippers and moving towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Link still sounds like he’s half-asleep.
“I just have to check on the kids.”
“Hm?” Link seems a little more alert now, he’s sitting up partially and noticing the general quiet of the house. No baby crying. No movement from the other kids. “They’re good, no one’s crying.”
Amelia finally turns to him from the doorway, giving him a pleading look. “I just….have to.”
Link frowns.
“I’ll be right back.”
Amelia makes it a point to stop into every bedroom. She carefully approaches each door, peeking her head in to confirm what she already knows to be true. Zola is sound asleep. And when Amelia checks on Bailey, he stirs slightly, always a restless sleeper. Ellis is a sound sleeper like Zola, but also a heavy breather. Amelia smiles to herself as she recalls how Meredith would joke about Ellis one day developing her mother’s snoring habits.
When she approaches Scout’s nursery, she decides not to risk waking him up, knowing it will just add to her sleepless night. Instead, she places her ear to the door and listens for his sleepy babbling. The familiar sounds of her sleeping son comfort her and she forgets for a moment about Meredith. And about the current state of the world.
It’s Link’s snores down the hallway, carrying through from the open bedroom door, that shake her from her reverie. She tiptoes back to the room, leaving her slippers at the door. She collapses back onto her side of the bed and Link subconsciously rolls towards her, pulling her into his chest.
She breathes deeply; gratefully. She tries to sleep.
_______
A few days later, and Amelia is still feeling the repercussions of her sleepless nights.
She feels like she’s moving on autopilot as she folds the laundry. The distant sound of the TV, whatever movie she put on for the kids, fills her ears like mindless background noise. To her left, through the screened porch door, she can hear Maggie laughing loudly from somewhere outside. She peeks outside briefly to match voices with faces, before Link pulls her attention by walking in from outside.
“Oh hey,” Link grins.
“What’s Avery doing here?” Amelia questions.
“Oh, he had to drop something off to Maggie,” Link explains. “And then,” Link raises his eyebrow incredulously, “He had some things to discuss with me about Jo….”
Amelia squints at him. The tone of his voice matched with the look on his face leads her to believe that there’s a much bigger story there, perhaps for another time.
“Do I want to know?”
Link laughs, shaking his head. Just before he can answer, they are interrupted by Scout’s cries on the baby monitor. Amelia drops the clothes she’s folding and immediately moves towards the door.
“No, wait,” Link reaches for her shoulder, gently stopping her. “I got him. You should go out there and say hi to those guys.”
Amelia nods, letting him take this one.
Minutes later, when Link returns outside with Scout wrapped up in his arms, everyone else is heading out. He watches as Amelia waves goodbye and walks back across the yard in his direction.
“Someone’s awake?” She grins up at Link when she approaches.
“Oh yeah,” he looks down, matching her grin and adjusting the blanket. “Wide awake.”
Amelia’s phone rings, interrupting them, and Amelia glances towards the patio table, where she’d left her phone earlier. Her eyes grow wide momentarily as she focuses on Link, but then she’s quickly moving to answer it.
She looks down at the caller ID and her heart sinks.
“Dr. Bailey,” she answers, monotone voice.
Amelia doesn’t do a lot of talking after that. Just nodding. And Link watches cautiously, trying to gain any information from her facial expressions.
“Okay, thanks. Yeah. Thanks. Bye.”
Amelia hangs up the phone, placing it back down on the table slowly, and then releases a shaky breath.
“Amelia?” Link approaches her tentatively.
She stares ahead, avoiding eye contact with Link. Then shrugs somewhat apathetically. “There’s no news. No updates. She’s the same.” Amelia finally says.
Link sighs in relief. And Amelia’s eyes snap to his face.
“Why do you look relieved?”
Link shrugs, a little bit defensively. “Well that’s not bad news, exactly-”
“Right,” Amelia harshly interrupts. “It’s nothing at all, it’s-” she shakes her head, reaching up to rest her hands on top of her head. “What are we supposed to do with that?!”
Amelia’s voice is raised and it’s causing Scout to fuss. At the same time, the back door swings open and Zola steps out.
“Auntie Amelia?” her small voice grabs their attention.
“Zola,” Amelia greets her, doing her best to disguise her worry. “Is the movie over?”
“What’s going on?” Zola ignores her aunt’s question.
“Nothing, sweetie. We’ll be inside in a minute.”
Zola takes the hint and turns back around, heading inside. But Amelia can’t ignore the stress on her niece’s face. In a way, it mirrors her own.
“Amelia,” Link pulls her attention back. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before he speaks again. “It’s not bad news. Let’s not treat it as bad news yet…”
Amelia stares at him, then nods. “I just need good news....I need something good.”
“Well,” Link offers a smile, trying to see the positive in the situation. “Let’s hold out for that, okay?”
Amelia nods again in agreement, walking closer to him until she’s standing by his side. She gently rests her head against his shoulder. They stand there, the three of them, in momentary bliss, or hopefulness, or false positivity, or whatever the moment revealed itself to be.
Amelia finally lifts her head away, instead reaching for Link’s free hand and leading them inside. She glances up at Link. “I’ll take him to bed,” she reaches for Scout. “Will you reheat the kids some mac and cheese for a late dinner? I might go to bed early, too.”
“You should,” Link responds, surprised at the idea of Amelia actively attempting to get some sleep. “You need it.”
Amelia just smiles tiredly at him, her exhaustion catching up with her rapidly. She walks slowly up the stairs with Scout in her arms and listens to the excitement below as Link announces dinner to the kids.
After putting Scout down, Amelia realizes she can barely keep her eyes open. The weeks of restless sleep finally threatening to completely consume her. She can barely bring herself to change out of her jeans and sweater before collapsing into bed.
_______
Amelia wakes at 6:11 AM feeling surprisingly refreshed. It feels like forever since she’s slept through the night, and even though it feels fantastic, it also feels confusing. She hasn’t woken up on her own accord in a long time. Whether it was the stress dreams, or the sound of Scout’s cries, she’d typically be forced awake at some point.
But this morning, she wakes naturally. It’s confusing. And what’s equally puzzling, is the absence of Link next to her.
Blinking a few times to shake her sleep, Amelia gets out of bed. She shivers slightly, throwing one of Link’s sweatshirts on and walking down the hall to Scout’s Nursery.
It’s still dark outside, but with the street lamps filtering in from window, Amelia can make out her favorite scene in front of her. Link stands, humming softly, rocking Scout gently in his arms. It’s beyond adorable, and Amelia wouldn’t dare to interrupt the moment, so she hangs back and just observes.
“We can’t be up this late, little guy,” Link mutters. “I know there’s lots of not sleeping around here these days....But we can’t make a habit out of this….” He trails off and Scout sneezes lightly into Link’s neck, causing Link to stifle a laugh.
Link walks to the window and pulls open the curtains. Sunrise was on its way, the sky just barely starting to blush golden pink. Scout’s bright-eyed gaze turns to the outside, enamored. And Link watches Scout’s wonder.
The moment almost becomes too much for Amelia. It makes her heart clench to remember how profoundly afraid of this she was, how sure she was about never going through another pregnancy, or having another child. She looks at Link and Scout now, watches this perfect moment, and knows she wouldn’t trade anything in the world for this.
Scout starts to fuss a little bit in Link’s arms. A classic move for him in the middle of the night or early morning.
“Hey,” Link soothes. “Shhh, it’s okay.”  He cuddles Scout up near his neck. Amelia watches as Link turns his head and gives Scout a kiss on the cheek, humming again to him softly.
Over Link’s shoulder, Scout makes eye contact with Amelia and lets out a happy gurgle. Link turns around, unaware that he was being watched, and grins when he sees Amelia. “Well look who’s here, Scout. Someone was trying to sneak up on us.”
“I was not,” Amelia retorts playfully.
“Sure,” Link teases as Amelia steps into the nursery and joins them, dropping a kiss on her son’s head. “We’re just hanging out. Didn’t want to wake you.”
“Ah, right,” Amelia grins. “How long have you guys been up?”
Link shrugs. “Just for a little bit.”
They both can’t help but stare down at their little guy. Scout’s eyes are growing heavy. And he sighs sleepily.
With a carefulness that still makes Amelia’s heart want to burst out of her chest, Link eases Scout off his shoulder and puts him down into his crib. "Good night, bud,” he whispers. Smiling, he turns back to Amelia and pulls her in at the waist, kissing her on the forehead. “Let’s go back to bed,” he offers.
The sun starts to rise as they walk back down the hall, Scout’s sleepy babble drifting away from them.
“You good?” Link questions as they climb back into bed.
Amelia nods, rolling onto her side to face Link.
“That’s good,” he mumbles, and Amelia laughs at how quickly Link becomes incoherent with sleep. “Everyone’s….good....” He trails off.
“Can’t think of another word?” Amelia stifles a laugh.
Link sighs, on the verge of unconsciousness. “Ask me again tomorrow.”
“It is tomorrow.”
Link’s quiet snores fill the space between them and Amelia smiles at the lack of response. For the first time in a long time, she feels restful.
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massivedrickhead · 4 years ago
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Could you do a prompt where Beca is burnt out from working so hard at record company or something and Chloe takes care of her and is all soft??
This is 10000% up my alley, thank you for sending this prompt :)
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It was 10 pm when Chloe was startled awake by the sound of the front door closing.
A textbook for veterinary school was lying open against her chest, and there was a crick in her neck from falling asleep on the sofa.
“Bec?” She said, rubbing her eyes and putting the book on the coffee table. “Is that you?”
Beca gave a grunt in response and dropped onto the sofa next to her.
“Why are you still up?” Beca mumbled, immediately resting her head in Chloe’s lap and closing her eyes.
“I was waiting up for you,” Chloe said, running her hand through Beca’s hair.
“M’sorry,” she breathed out.
“That’s okay,” Chloe replied. “You want something to eat? I made dinner, I can go reheat it for you.”
Beca opened her eyes. “What did you make?”
Chloe smiled, “Mac and cheese. You want some?”
Beca nodded and, with great effort, lifted herself up from Chloe’s lap.
“So how was work?” Chloe asked from the kitchen.
“Busy,” Beca said, now resting her head in her hands, her elbows digging into her thighs. “Long.”
Chloe brought Beca’s food through and sat beside her on the sofa, rubbing circles on her back as she ate.
“You look tired, baby,” Chloe said.
“Thanks,” Beca said with a laugh. She ate the food quickly, and Chloe wondered if she’d stopped to eat all day. “What time is it?”
“About 10:30,” Chloe replied. 
Beca groaned. 
“What?”
“They want me back in at 7,” she said, rubbing at her eyes.
“Seriously?” Chloe asked, her voice soft but disappointed. “Bec, it’s Saturday tomorrow. You’ve done like 16 hour days every day for the last like two weeks.”
“I know that,” Beca said. “But it’s my job.” She knew Chloe wanted to say more, but she didn’t have the energy for a fight. “Please, Chlo’. Not tonight? I’m just… I don’t wanna fight. I don’t feel good.”
“What’s wrong?” Chloe asked, biting her bottom lip.
“I dunno. Tired, headache, stomach ache. Everything is kinda hurting,” Beca said.
“Are you getting sick?” Chloe asked, holding her hand against Beca’s forehead.
“I don’t think so,” Beca said, stifling a yawn. “I don’t know. Can we just go to bed?”
“Okay,” Chloe said, pushing down her worry. “But if you still feel bad in the morning, you’re staying off work.”
“I can’t do that,” Beca said, wincing slightly as Chloe helped her stand.
“I’ll call and yell at Theo if I have to,” Chloe said.
“Don’t yell at Theo,” Beca said, changing out of her work clothes and into a baggy t-shirt. “He’s already terrified of you.”
“He should be,” Chloe said. “Can I get you anything?”
Beca shook her head, and Chloe climbed into the bed beside her.
“I just worry about you, you know?”
Beca didn’t reply because she’d already fallen asleep.
Chloe pressed a kiss to her forehead, and fell asleep quickly.
She felt like she’d only been asleep for seconds when the ringing of Beca’s phone woke her up. It was 11:45 pm.
Beca was still dead to the world, so Chloe picked the phone up from her nightstand and hurried out into the hall with it. 
At the sight of Theo’s name on the call screen, her exhaustion turned to anger quickly.
“Hello, Beca’s phone?” She said, fighting to keep her voice quiet so she didn’t wake her fiancé.
“Hey Chloe, is she there?” Theo asked. He sounded tired too, and she could hear voices talking in the background.
“She’s sleeping, what’s wrong?”
“We need her back here,” he said, stifling a yawn. “The vocals she did earlier didn’t save, we need her to come back in and re-do them.”
“No,” Chloe said.
“… I’m sorry?”
“I said no. She’s sleeping. It’s 11:45 pm on a Friday night, and she’s probably only been asleep for about an hour. I’m not waking her up so she can drag herself to the studio and record some vocals that we both know won’t be useful because of how damn tired and run-down she is,” Chloe snapped. She knew her voice was getting louder, so she stepped further away from the bedroom.
She heard Theo sigh. “Chloe, this is her job, okay?”
“I know that. But she’s barely slept for more than a few hours for the last three weeks. She hasn’t had a single day off. She’s-” her voice caught in her throat. She forced herself to take a breath, pushing away the urge to cry. “You have her back in like 7 hours. Let her rest, please.”
“She knew what she was signing up for,” Theo said, sounding frustrated and exhausted. “She knew this would be hard work.”
“I’m not waking her up,” Chloe said.
“What’s going on?” Beca asked from behind her, her voice thick with sleep. “Is that my phone?”
“Go back to bed, Becs. I’m dealing with it,” Chloe said, her heart breaking at the sight of her. 
“Put her on the phone, please!” Theo said, his voice carrying over to Beca.
Beca sighed and held out her hand. “You should have woken me,” she said.
Chloe let out a groan of frustration and handed the phone over. “Please, baby, you need rest.”
Beca gave her a shrug and took the phone. “What’s up?” 
“Beca,” Theo said, sounding relieved. “We need you to come in and re-do those vocals.”
“Dude,” Beca said, groaning. “Can this seriously not wait until morning?”
“We’re all here waiting on those vocals,” Theo said. Beca could tell he was clenching his jaw like he always did when he was stressed. “This whole team is now at a standstill because we’re waiting on you.”
“Why did you even let me go home?” Beca asked, annoyed as she walked back into the bedroom. She began pulling clothes out of her wardrobe, the phone balanced in the crook of her neck as she dressed.
“Look, just come in for a few hours and take tomorrow off, how about that?”
“Is that a real offer, Theo?” Beca asked, skeptical. “Because you’ve been offering me days off for weeks now.”
“I promise. Once we get those vocals down, this track is as good as finished, and then the album is done, okay?” Theo said. 
“Fine,” Beca said. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
She hung up and tossed her phone onto the bed, and began pulling on the remainder of her clothes.
“Bec,” Chloe said, standing in the door way. “Please don’t do this.”
“I’m sorry, Chlo’. Just a few hours, okay? I’ll be back before you even wake up,” Beca said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.
“I’m worried about you,” Chloe said. 
“I’m fine,” Beca said, kissing her on the cheek. “Go back to bed, I’ll be home soon.”
Chloe felt helpless as she watched Beca close their front door behind her.
Beca’s eyes itched with tiredness as she made the thirty minute drive to work. She didn’t know if she’d ever been this tired before.
Her head was pounding, and her hands were shaking slightly on the wheel. 
By the time she pulled into the deserted parking lot, she was starting to feel really rough. The pain in her stomach was nagging her, and she felt like her nerves were fried and frazzled.
“Good, you’re here. You want some coffee?” Theo asked as she walked into the studio.
“No,” Beca said, rubbing at her forehead. “I want to get this done so I can go home and sleep.”
“We all want the same thing,” he said. 
Beca looked around at the other people in the room and saw her own exhaustion reflected back. She felt for them. At least she’d been able to go home and eat and get a little bit of sleep.
“Okay,” Theo said, “we need the bridge and the last chorus. So whenever you’re ready.” He gestured to the booth.
“Give me a sec,” Beca said, taking a drink of water, trying to shift the throbbing in her head. “Why isn’t, uh, Ben Dover here?”
“Ben Rover,” Theo corrected. 
“Ben Dover’s a much better stage name. This is his track, his album, why isn’t he here?”
“Because it’s after midnight on a Friday and he’s a pop star,” Theo said.
“Oh so he gets a social life? Must be nice,” Beca said, drinking the remainder of her water. “Come on then, let’s get this done.”
As she stood, she felt the ground shift beneath her, and she had to grab onto the back of a chair to steady herself. 
“Beca?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” Beca said, her voice shaking slightly. “Stood up too quick.”
She waited for the black spots in her vision to fade away, her hands gripping the chair.
“Sit down,” someone said.
“I’m fine,” Beca said, squeezing her eyes shut. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision.
“Seriously, Beca, sit down,” Theo said. He pushed another chair behind her, catching her in the back of the legs, causing them to buckle. “Take a minute. You want something to eat?”
Beca shook her head, feeling embarrassed as she rested her head in her hands. She was hoping the pain in her head and the nausea would pass soon. 
“Theo, can’t we just do this tomorrow man?” One of the interns asked. 
“We’re so close, guys,” he said, sounding exasperated. “You’ve all worked so hard, I know that. But we’re so close. This album is going to be huge for all of us, and we’re one little push away from it being done. Just think how good-”
His motivational speech was cut off by gasps as Beca slumped forward, falling out of her chair, and collapsing on the ground.
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For the second time that night, Chloe was woken up by the sound of a phone ringing.
Theo was calling her.
“What happened?” Chloe asked, suddenly wide-awake.
“She’s fine,” Theo said, sounding apprehensive. “She just, uh, passed out, I guess?”
“She what?!” 
“It’s been a long night for everyone, she’s been working really hard-”
“Don’t give me that,” Chloe snapped. “I know she’s been working hard. Is she okay? Have you called an ambulance?”
“She’s fine, Chloe. She doesn’t want an ambulance,” Theo said. 
“Put her on.”
She heard him sigh and say. “She wants to talk to you.”
“Hey baby,” Beca said. Her voice was barely there, but Chloe could hear the smile in it.
Whatever Chloe had planned to say didn’t come out, and instead she just burst into tears.
“Hey,” Beca said, softly. “It’s okay. I’m okay. I was out for like 10 seconds, tops. Didn’t even bump my head.”
“I’m coming to get you,” Chloe choked out. “And we’ll go to the hospital and get you checked out.”
“I’m fine, Chloe, I don’t need to go to the hospital. Theo’s called me an Uber, I’ll be home soon, okay?”
“Okay,” Chloe said, her voice shaking as she tried to hold back her tears. “Put him back on the phone please.”
“Please don’t yell at my boss,” Beca groaned, handing the phone over.
“I second what Beca just said,” Theo said, bracing himself.
“She has the weekend off,” Chloe said. It wasn’t a question. 
“Chloe-”
“She has the weekend off. The whole weekend. When she gets home, her phone is getting switched off. She won’t be checking any emails, she won’t be taking any calls. At 8 am on Monday, you can have her back,” Chloe said, her voice calm but terrifying.
“The album-”
“-Can wait. I’m sure the artist will understand. It would be really bad for their publicity if, I don’t know, it was posted on social media that the label worked the artist’s producer passed the point of exhaustion, wouldn’t it? I mean, the artist would have to take a stand about that, right? The label would have to take a stand. People might lose their jobs.”
She heard Theo sigh. “Okay. You’ve made your point,” he said. “Beca can have the weekend off. Everyone can.” Chloe heard cheering in the background. “I… I didn’t mean for this to happen. I respect Beca a lot. She’s seriously talented, and she works really hard. I want her to do well. She is all over this album, Chloe. You can hear her in every song, not just her voice. This is gonna be big for her.”
“It’s not worth her health though,” Chloe said, softening slightly. 
“No,” he said. “It’s not. I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”
“Thank you,” Chloe said. “Is she on her way home?”
“Yeah, one of the interns just loaded her into an Uber. She’ll be with you soon.”
“Good,” Chloe said. “Goodnight Theo.”
“Goodnight.”
Chloe paced while she waited for Beca to get home. She wouldn’t believe that Beca was alright until she saw her.
When she heard Beca’s keys in the door, she froze, waiting in the hallway, desperate to see her.
“Hey,” Beca said, closing the door behind her and leaning against it. 
Chloe practically ran towards her, and cupped her face in her hands.
“You look like shit,” she said, taking in Beca’s pale skin and tired red-rimmed eyes.
“Thank you,” Beca said, before sinking into Chloe’s arms.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” Chloe said, gripping her tightly, tears streaming down her face.
“I won’t,” Beca said, her face buried in the crook of Chloe’s neck.
“What do you need?” Chloe asked, looking over her again as their hug ended.
“Bed,” Beca said. “Sleep.”
“Come on then,” Chloe said, half-carrying her to the bedroom.
She sat Beca on the bed and eased the jacket from her shoulders. Beca tried feebly to kick off her shoes, but couldn’t quite manage it. “I can’t do it. I’m so tired,” Beca groaned, tears pricking her eyes now.
“I’ll take care of it,” Chloe said, kissing her on the forehead.
She pulled off Beca’s shoes and helped her out of her jeans while Beca removed her own shirt and bra. Chloe grabbed a baggy t-shirt and slipped it over Beca’s head, helping her thread her arms through the sleeves.
Beca managed to crawl up the bed, and Chloe got in beside her, pulling her close and covering them both with their duvet.
“I love you so much Beca Mitchell,” Chloe said kissing the top of her head.
“Love you too,” Beca mumbled. “Can you do that thing…” She trailed off, pointing at her own head.
“Sure baby,” Chloe said, kissing her again. “Headache?”
“Mhm.”
“Okay.” Chloe began gently scratching across Beca’s scalp, rubbing at the base of her head, and then running her hands through her hair, and repeating the process.
She knew Beca had fallen asleep in seconds of her starting, but she didn’t stop.
She was just so glad to have her there, home and safe.
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itsadamcole · 4 years ago
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you’re not broken
fem!reader x kyle o’reilly
reader and Kyle go back to reader’s home in Philadelphia for Christmas. little does Kyle know that reader’s mother isn’t the nicest person .... “i promise you that you’re not broken”
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word count: 2.5k+
warnings: angst, mentions of death / plane crash, verbal assault, fluff
— day 3 in a row ... out of (hopefully) 25 —
masterlist || request an imagine here
part 2
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You smile as you walk up to the front door of your childhood home. Your boyfriend's hand in yours. You hope to God that your parents and siblings will be nice to you. Maybe because Kyle is here then they might.
Christmas at home hasn't been the same since your older sister's plane crash. It's been two years but since the year after she died, your family hasn't been treating you like they used to. They've started comparing you to your sister that passed, telling you that you'll never be like she was, telling you that you'll never achieve the same success that she did in WWE.
It hasn't been the same since she died. You miss your sister. You were best friends and tag partners. She was so understanding when Kyle asked you to join the Undisputed Era and was so supportive when you had a storyline against her after you joined the Undisputed Era.
Kyle knows about some of what your family has said to you, but he doesn't know about what they've said about you and comparing you to your sister.
Speaking of Kyle, he senses you're nervous even though you have a smile on your face. He tightens his grip on your hand and he says, "Relax, Y/N. If they say something to you then I'll make sure to say something back to them. No one hurts my girl without consequences."
You look up at Kyle and say, "You're the best." You smile.
Kyle smiles down at you and pecks your lips before you knock on the door.
There is shuffling behind the door as you smooth out the front of your dark red dress and move closer to Kyle.
Your younger sister, who is thirteen years old, answers the door. "Y/N! You're here!" she says happily.
"Hey, shortie," you say, laughing. "You're not exactly short anymore, are you. You're almost as tall as me. Have you grown since I last saw you?"
She giggles and says, "It's been a little bit since you've seen me, Y/N. Come home more often." Her giggles stop and she starts to pout.
You hug your younger sister and say, "I would love to come home but I have a title to defend." You look at Kyle. He smiles at you.
Ever since your parents changed their attitude toward you, you've stayed away from Philadelphia. You've been staying with Kyle in Orlando to be close to the Performance Center and Full Sail. You haven't been back home since July and it's now December. Your sister turned thirteen in the time you've been away.
"I know," your younger sister says. "I just miss you."
You kiss the side of your sister's head and say, "I miss you too. You can always come down to Florida. I'll even buy you a plane ticket if you want to come visit. Maybe get Y/B/N to come with you since he's 18."
Your older sister was almost 30 when she died. You're 28. There's a ten year difference between you and your brother and your youngest sister is 13.
Y/S/N says, "If Mom and Dad will let me go. They've been strict since the accident and they won't even let us get on a plane."
"I'll talk to them tonight," you say. "Maybe you guys can come spend New Years with Kyle and I."
Kyle nods and says, "The boys will be there too with their girlfriends and wives but we'd love to have you come down, Y/S/N."
She smiles and says, "Yay." Your sister skips inside the house and you sigh, looking up at Kyle.
"Are you naturally that good with kids or what?" you ask.
Kyle laughs and says, "Naturally that good."
You smile and reach up, pressing a kiss to Kyle's lips. You walk into the house holding Kyle's hand.
"Mom!" you call. "I'm here!"
Your mom says, "In the kitchen, sweetheart!" You walk into the large kitchen. You're greeted with the smell of roast beef as soon as you walk into the kitchen.
Y/B/N sits at the kitchen island with Y/S/N and they're playing something on Y/B/N computer. You run up behind your brother and attack him with a hug from behind. "Hey, baby bro," you say.
"Jesus, Y/N," he gasps. "You scared me and I'm trying to win as imposter."
That's when you realize he's playing Among Us. You see his name in red. "Ooh," you giggle. "Let me in at some point tonight. I wanna kick you ass."
You, Kyle, and your siblings laugh. You mother scolds, "Y/N! Language please."
"Ass isn't a bad word, mother," you sigh. "Relax."
Kyle looks at you then looks at your mom, who says, "You know such language is not allowed in this house."
You roll your eyes and say to your brother, "I'll play after dinner, if I'm still here."
Your brother nods and you take Kyle's hand, leaving the kitchen and walking into the living room. Your dad sits on the couch with wrestling on the TV.
"Hi, daddy," you smile, kissing the top of his head. "What are you watching?"
Your dad smiles and say, "Hi, pumpkin. I'm watching one of Shawn Michaels' old matches."
You sit beside your dad and Kyle sits beside you. "Nice to see you again, Mr. L/N," Kyle says.
"You too, Kyle," your dad says. "Is there a match the two of you would like to watch?"
Kyle says, "How about Randy Orton versus Drew McIntyre at Hell in a Cell? That match was amazing."
You dad says, "I agree. It's such a good match." He puts it on. "You have good taste in matches, Kyle."
He laughs and says, "Y/N and I have very similar taste in matches. We both like the matches that involve cells or weapons. Y/N likes tables."
"They're the worst to go through in real life but it's fun to watch other people go through them," you say.
Your dad laughs and says, "Your sister liked table matches too. She said the same thing. They were a pain to go through but she loved watching them."
Your mood tanks at the mention of your sister. Kyle notices this and takes your hand. You rest your head on his shoulder and watch Drew lose his title to Randy.
It's close to twenty minutes later before your mother calls, "Dinner!"
Your dad gets up, walking to the dining room. You look up at Kyle and you say, "Whatever they say, either ignore it or just let me handle it, okay?"
Kyle says, "I'm jumping in if it looks like you need help. I'm serious."
You nod and walk into the dining room with Kyle. Your mother is serving your father dinner. A lot sits out on the large table. A plate with cut up roast beef, corn sits in a bowl, mashed potatoes right next to the corn, biscuits, green beans, and a bowl of mac n' cheese all sit on the table.
You help yourself to some mac n' cheese and say, "Dinner looks amazing, Mom."
"Thank you, Y/N," she says. Her voice is cold. Obviously she's still mad about you saying the word 'ass' in front of her.
Kyle grabs some roast beef and takes a bit. "Mhm," he hums. "This is the best roast beef I've had in a long time."
You smile and say, "Mom slow roasts it in the oven. It takes all day but so worth it." Kyle smiles and takes another bite.
Y/S/N says, "Mom, can Y/B/N and I spend New Years in Florida with Y/N and Kyle?"
Mom looks at you then at your sister before asking, "How do you plan on getting back here, Y/S/N?"
You look at your mom and say, "I can accompany them back. Kyle and I leave in two days to go back to Orlando so we can just book Y/S/N and Y/B/N seats on the same flight as Kyle and I."
"Please, Mom?" your sister pleads.
"Yeah, please?" your brother chimes in.
Your mom looks at your siblings and says, "You both know how I feel about planes. They crash."
Your sister gets a sad look on her face and you say, "It's very rare, Mom. I've flown plenty of times."
"You were supposed to be on the flight that Y/OS/N was on," your mother snaps. "You realize that, right?"
A pang of hurt hits you in the chest and you say, "I'm well aware but it's not my fault that the plane crashed, Mom."
Your mother looks at you from across the table and says, "It should've been you on that plane, Y/N. Instead it was your sister, who actually made this family proud."
Kyle says, "Woah, okay. Mrs. L/N, that's not fair on Y/N's part. She had no idea that the plane would crash."
Tears well up in your eyes and you say, "I make this family proud too, Mom. I've held tag titles, I currently hold the only women's singles title in NXT. I'm in a group that has made history in NXT. I've made history with Y/OS/N as longest reigning and most reigns as WWE Women's Tag Team champion."
Your mother says, "Your sister held the Raw Women's title for a record breaking 450 days. How long have you held the NXT Women's title for?"
"348 days, and counting," you spit at her. "I'm only behind her by 100 days, which I plan on breaking. Then I plan on breaking Asuka's longest reign of 510 days just to prove to you that I can do every fucking thing that Y/OS/N did!"
Your mother's eyes widen and she says, "Curse one more time in my house and you will never be allowed back in."
You stare at her and say, "Fine. Fuck you, Mom. Fuck you for ever comparing me to Y/OS/N and fuck you for never being proud of me even though I've achieved the same success as she did." You look at your siblings. "Go upstairs and pack a suitcase. I'm taking you two with me."
They nod and run upstairs. You slam your silverware down on the table and you stand up. Your mother says, "That is not how you talk to your mother, Y/N."
You cry, "You have not been my mother since my sister died. Not the way that you've been treating me."
As you walk away, you hear Kyle say, "She's grieving too. She knows that it should have been her too, and she'll carry that with her for the rest of her life. She doesn't need her mother of all people telling her that it should've been her in the plane instead of Y/OS/N. Her sister was her best friend and she lost a lot that day too."
Your sister and brother walk down the stairs and you look at them. Your sister runs to you and hugs you. Your brother hugs you too. You hug them back.
Kyle walks out into the foyer and you look up at him. He says, "Come on. I'll change our flights to tonight and we can be down in Florida by midnight. We'll buy Y/S/N and Y/B/N some clothes when we get back to Orlando."
You nod, leaving the house with Kyle and your siblings.
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It's right after midnight when you, Kyle, and your siblings get back to the house you share with Kyle.
You moved in with Kyle about six months ago after a year or so of dating. The house is three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, and two floors. You sigh as you walk in the door.
Kyle sets your siblings up in the guest bedrooms as you go and lay in your bedroom. You finally change out of the dress and get into one of Kyle's shirts. You curl into a ball and let out what you've been holding in.
Your face is in your pillow and your makeup is being cried off your face.
The door to the bedroom closes and Kyle sighs, "Your siblings are in bed and they're both all set up in their rooms."
You sit up and look at Kyle. He looks at you and his face falls. He grabs a box of tissues and you say, "I'm a mess, I'm sorry." You take a tissue and wipe your makeup stained tears away.
"You're okay," he says, sitting next to you. "It's okay to cry, Y/N. You don't have to be strong every day, especially after what you have been through."
You crawl over onto Kyle's lap and say, "I feel broken, Kyle. I have since my sister died in that plane crash. I feel like I haven't healed at all."
"Hey," Kyle says. "I promise you that you're not broken, Y/N. You're sad, you're grieving, but you're not broken."
You start to cry softly and say, "I miss her, Kyle. Why couldn't it have been me instead of her?"
Kyle says, "Don't say that. Please don't. I need you here. Your sister and your brother need you here. The WWE Universe needs you here. Adam, Roderick, and Bobby need you here. Don't let your mother tell you otherwise."
You look up at Kyle. He wipes your tears away with his thumbs. You say, "I love you, Kyle. I'm so in love with you."
Kyle smiles at you and says, "I love you too, Y/N. I need you here. Selfishly, a part of me is glad you were on that plane because I don't know what I would do without you."
You lean in and press a lingering kiss to his lips. Kyle kisses you back before he pulls back and says, "Marry me."
"Kyle," you say, meeting his eyes.
He says, "I'm serious. Marry me. You can come to my family's house in Canada for holidays, we can spend the rest of our lives doing this. I love you, and I want to start a family with you."
You don't hesitate to nod and say, "Yes. I'll marry you, Kyle."
Kyle smiles and kisses you. You smile into the kiss. You smile for real for the first time in a very long time.
That smile doesn't leave your lips as you lay with Kyle in bed, cuddles up to him. He holds you in his arms and your legs are intertwined with his.
His fingers run through your hair. Your eyes are closed and he says, "I don't have a ring yet, by the way. I didn't even know that I was going to propose until I did."
You giggle and say, "We'll go ring shopping eventually. I just want to lay with you right now."
Kyle shifts a bit and gets comfortable. You smile and begin to doze off.
"Merry Christmas, baby," Kyle whispers. "I forgot to tell you at midnight."
You mumble, "Merry Christmas, Kyle."
Then you fall asleep.
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twomoonstwosuns · 5 years ago
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thanksgiving break
back to you [series masterlist]
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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader
warnings: smut (18+), swearing, age gap (reader over 18), everything consensual
word count: 4.3k oops
a/n: get ready, i’m turning this into a full series (my first ever series and i’m STOKED). it’s gonna be full of smutty, fluffy, angsty goodness. i’m making a tag list, hit me up if you want to be added. i’ll link the masterlist when i have it made. also sorry not sorry i got really carried away and basically just wrote a porno.
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You hadn’t seen Poe since that night.
You weren’t purposely avoiding him. In fact, you had caught yourself looking for him within a crowd of people, in line getting coffee, or walking outside between classes. Since his class was over, you had no reason to go to the building he taught in. And it would definitely be weird if you started showing up to his office hours without a reason.
Midterms were rough on you and everything after that just seemed to be getting harder. Studying for multiple tests and writing long papers took over your life for the month of November. Graduation was one semester away and you couldn’t take your foot off the gas, so you pushed yourself hard. Your diet consisted of energy drinks and whatever you could nuke in the microwave or get delivered late at night. Luckily, you weren’t alone in your stress. Your apartment-mates Karé and Jessika were in the same boat as you.
It didn’t help that you couldn’t stop thinking about your hookup with Poe, the way he kissed you, the way he sucked on your skin, and especially the way he fucked you just on the cusp of rough. It was good, so good, and you wanted it to happen again, which is probably why you were seemed to be looking for him everywhere you went. What would you even say if you did see him? Hey Professor, wanna fuck again? just didn’t seem like the right way to ask.
Thanksgiving break was a very welcome interruption.
You turned in the first draft of your thesis paper, the invisible weight on your shoulders lifting as you walked out of Professor Holdo’s office, wishing her a good break. Your phone buzzed inside your pocket and you saw your older sister Tallie’s name flash across the screen.
“Mom wants to know what time you’ll be home.”
You pulled the phone away from your ear, checking the time.
“Probably in like an hour, hour and a half? I’m heading back to my apartment now and have a couple last minute things to pack. Why?”
“She’s running to the store and wants to know what you’re making to bring to dinner tomorrow. If you answered your phone, you’d know that.”
You scoffed at her attitude.
“First of all, I don’t know what I’m making yet so tell mom I’ll just stop at the store myself. Second, I know it’s been awhile since you’ve been in college, but let me remind you that I still have classes the day before Thanksgiving.”
“Yeah, I got that. Sorry.”
Tallie’s answer was short, clipped. At this point you were seriously debating staying at your apartment during break and eating a box of mac and cheese if this was the attitude you were going home to. All you wanted was a relaxing break. You needed it. You deserved it.
“What the hell’s your problem?”
“Nothing. I just—it’s our first holiday since dad left and I’m more angry than I thought I would be.”
You stopped in the middle of the hallway, making students around you have to sidestep you. You shot them an apologetic look as they passed. You understood why your sister was giving you attitude and gave her the benefit of the doubt. You knew it was Wednesday but had forgotten the significance of the day. Today was the day your parents’ divorce would be finalized. You let out a heavy sigh.
“I get it. I’m angry too.” You said.
Another person coming down the perpendicular hallway caught your attention and when you looked, you saw him, the person you’d been looking for. You gave him a smirk as he walked closer and he gave you one back when he made eye contact with you. Everything your sister was saying was passing through your head without being processed as you discreetly checked him out. A black sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms was accompanied by dark blue jeans and a brown leather bag hanging off his shoulder, the shoulders you had fond memories of holding onto as he pounded into you. Poe Dameron was effortlessly dreamy. You held a finger up, silently telling him to hang out for a second. Poe slowed his walking and took out his phone, lingering an appropriate distance away from you.
“Look, the way I see it, we can stay angry or we can not think about it and just have a good break. I haven’t seen you since the summer.”
“I know, I’ve missed you. We’ll have to do something before you go back to school. And you’re right about being angry. I’ll let it go, for you…and for mom. I hate it when you’re right, by the way.”
“I’m always right, I don’t know why you’re not used to it by now.” You heard Poe laugh quietly and you gave him a look. “I gotta go, but I’ll be home soon.”
You hit the end call button and looked back up at Poe.
“Hey.”
“Hey. Everything ok?”
“Yeah, um—“ How much do you tell him? It was just sex the one time, it’s not like you were dating. You shook your head, deciding not to burden him with your family drama. “It’s nothing, really. My older sister’s a little bit of a drama queen sometimes.”
“Ah. Only child; never had that.”
“Consider yourself lucky.”
The air around you was tense, wrought with sexual tension that could be cut with a knife. You couldn’t help but bite inside of your cheek as you looked at him. The way Poe was raking his eyes over you was nearly the same as the way he looked at you at the club. He wanted a repeat of that night too. The words were on the tip of your tongue and you could tell Poe wanted to say something too. You wanted to say them so bad, but you didn’t know who might be lingering behind doors or around corners, so you settled for small talk.
“You heading out?”
“Yeah, I’m flying out to my dad’s tonight. We’re doing friendsgiving with a couple of his Air Force buddies and a few of my friends who don’t have much in terms of family.”
“That’s sweet,” you said. “Is Beebs going with you?”
Poe chuckled. His orange and white corgi Beebs had become very popular when he had his laptop hooked up to the monitor in his class and everyone saw the adorable dog as his computer background.
“Unfortunately no, he’s getting dropped off at doggy day care. Flying stresses him out.”
You thought you ‘awwed’ in your head, but the way Poe snickered made you realize you had actually said it out loud. You couldn’t help it though. The way he adored his furry companion was too sweet. Poe looked around him before taking a step closer to you.
“Give me your phone.”
“Why?”
“Give me your phone.”
You gave him a look as you handed your phone over. He held onto it for a minute, typing something in quickly before handing it back to you. His fingers brushed over yours and your whole body felt warm. You looked up at Poe, his eyes on you as he leaned in.
“See you later.” He said lowly in your ear as he passed you. He was playing a dangerous game out in the middle of the hall like this, but you found yourself growing wet instead of caring. You bit your lip to contain your smile before looking back at him, your eyes landing on his ass that just looked too good in those jeans.
“Tell your dog I say ‘hi’.”
Poe threw his head back and laughed loudly. He turned to look back at you and winked. You walked away in the opposite direction, the smile never leaving your face.
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Thanksgiving dinner ended up being a lot more pleasant than you anticipated. Since your dad walked out, you had expected his side of the family to be awkward towards you. You actually expected them to not come at all. But they showed up with unconditional support that made it clear they were on your side and were very vocal about their disapproval after several glasses of wine. It was reassuring in a way.
It was Saturday afternoon when Poe texted you. You were lounging on the couch working on homework with reruns on as background noise. He asked if you wanted to get together, to which you texted back embarrassingly fast that you’d love nothing more. You’d never admit to it to him, but you had been anxiously awaiting a text since the minute you got home.
He texted you an address to a hotel in the city. Confused, you gave your mother some excuse about going to meet a friend to get coffee and work on homework. With your backpack full of random books, you drove into the city towards the hotel. You nearly sped down the streets, the anticipation at having Poe between your legs again making you want to clench your thighs together.
You arrived at the hotel, texting Poe that you were in the lobby. He gave you his room number and you were having a hard time standing still on your way up. The thoughts that swirled around your head were sinful, and you were so caught up in how aroused you were that you almost missed the room. You knocked twice before Poe opened the door and pulled you inside He pressed you against the door.
“Hi,” Poe said, giving you a sexy smile as he took your jacket off.
“Hi.”
You grabbed the front of his shirt and crashed your lips against his. He wasted no time sliding his tongue into your mouth and tangling it with yours. He was half hard already and you wondered if he had been thinking of you. You groaned at the feeling, heat pooling in your belly at how good it felt having his denim clad cock rubbing against your clothed core. Poe lifted your shirt over your head, breaking the kiss to do it but immediately reconnecting your lips. He pulled you from the door, his hands warm as one hand splayed across your lower back, the other kneading your breast through your bra. He turned you into the room, walking you in.
You unhooked your bra, flinging it somewhere in the room and bringing your fingers to the hem of his t-shirt. You paused as he helped you lift his shirt over his head, staring at his chest. The sneak peek you got through his shirt on Halloween gave way to a broad, muscular chest, tanned and toned. A silver chain lay against his skin, a ring hanging on the end of it. You traced your finger down his sternum, hooking it around the necklace.
“God, you’re sexy.” You breathed. The look he gave you nearly made you melt. Poe grabbed the back of your neck, trailing his lips from the curve of your jaw back to your ear. He left a trail of wet, hot kisses and you nearly lost your breath when he ran his teeth over your pulse point.
“Easy—fuck—easy on the marks this time.” You said breathlessly. “I still have to see my family tomorrow.”
You felt Poe chuckle against your skin, bringing his lips back up to yours and gently biting your lip.
“Good thing it’s scarf season,” he smirked before darting his tongue out to trace over where he’d bitten.
He unbuttoned your jeans and dipped his hand inside, cupping your heat through your underwear. You were embarrassingly wet, everything he was doing was making your body temperature rise. The back of your legs hit the bed and Poe gently pushed you onto it, removing his hand long enough to scoot you back. He pulled your jeans down your legs, unhooking them from your ankles and tossing them into the piles of clothes on the floor.
“Well well, what do we have here?” Poe said with a salacious grin, running his lips over the small tattoo on your side. He ran his finger along your slit over your underwear, feeling you soaking through. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Poe, please…”
“Please what?” He had a playful glint in his eye as he traced his finger along your underwear down to your inner thighs, avoiding the place where you really wanted him.
“Touch me. Please touch me.”
Poe practically ripped your underwear off and brought his fingers to your clit, pressing light circles on it. Your hips bucked up looking for more friction. Poe placed a kiss on your stomach and then on your breast before coming face to face with you. His eyes were nearly black with lust.
“Like that?”
His voice was rougher than you’d ever heard and it made you even more wet. You whispered out a ‘yes’ as he slipped a thick finger inside of you, pumping it once, twice before adding a second. “Fuck Poe, don’t stop.”
His thumb circled your clit as his fingers pressed inside you. You clenched around him, your orgasm blindsiding you and making your stomach flutter. Poe dragged his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips. Watching his tongue swirl around his fingers collecting your arousal made your pussy ache with need.
Your hands immediately unbuttoned his pants and he pushed them off with his briefs. You hooked your leg around his waist and pushed him onto his back, the underside of his cock against your pussy. You kissed him quick before making your way down to his neck, biting just above his clavicle.
“No bite marks,” his throat vibrated underneath your lips and you felt his breath catch as you palmed him over his briefs. “I’m teaching all day Monday.”
His reasons were as valid as yours, but you knew he was teasing as well. You kissed down his sternum, the metal of his necklace cool on your lips, and looked up at him from under your lashes.
“You could rock a scarf.”
Poe sat up, grabbing your face and kissing you hard as he flipped you back onto your back. You squealed at being manhandled that way and it surprised you how much you like it. Poe pulled away long enough to reach onto the nightstand and grab a condom. He tore the package open and you took it from his hand.
“Let me,” you said softly. You pumped his cock gently, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the tip and licking the pre-cum off your lips as you rolled the condom down the length. Poe thought he could’ve cum right on the spot. He pushed you back and lined his cock up with your entrance. He looked up at you, checking to make sure you were still good. You nodded and he sunk into you slowly, the both of you moaning as your back began to arch. He pulled out nearly all the way, the head of his cock remaining in side you and pushed in again at a slower pace, the month apart making you need a minute to adjust to his impressive size.
“Poe—god, so—“ A big swing of his hips silenced you, a victorious grin on his face. He grabbed your thighs, wrapping them around his waist and thrust into you. Your back arched when he hit that particular spot inside of you, the one that made the coil inside you start to tighten.
He sat back on his knees, scooping you up and hauling you into his lap. Your arms went around his neck to steady yourself as he rocked up into you and you caught a glimpse of a tattoo on the back of his shoulder. The new angle made him drive even deeper into you and when you rolled against his hips, the moan you released was downright pornographic. His large hands grabbed your ass, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he bounced you in his lap.
“You feel so good.” Poe’s mouth latched onto your breast, sucking marks onto the skin while his tongue flicked over your nipple.
“Fuck, Poe—I’m close—“
Poe increased your pace on his cock, slamming into you to bring you your release. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head.
“Poe—“
“Look at me,” Poe grasped your hair, keeping your head in place. You opened your eyes. His eyes held a look of determination. “That’s it sweetheart, cum.”
You came apart in his arms, ecstasy taking over you and your moan sinful as your fingers tugged his hair. Poe tipped you back onto the mattress, grunting as he came. His thrusts slowed as you both rode out your highs, your bodies glistening with sweat as he collapsed on top of you. He was heavy on you, but it kept you grounded when you felt like your body was going to levitate. Your legs were twitching with pleasure as Poe rolled off of you. He caught his breath before getting up to discard the condom. When he came back, he slipped his boxers on and picked up his t-shirt, making no effort to put any more clothes back on. He pulled you up by your hand and slipped the t-shirt over your head. Your heart fluttered at the tenderness of the action. He was making sure you were comfortable since the blankets were bunched up and wrinkled underneath you and you had noenergy to move beneath them. You flopped back down on the bed and Poe lay next to you, looking at you with a lazy smile on his face.
“I think you nearly killed me this time.” You said, still attempting to catch your breath. Poe laughed, his eyes crinkling at the edges. He knew just as well as you that this time was hookup was different and much more preferred. While it was just as quick and deliciously filthy as it was in the alleyway, you both had more time to get to know each other’s bodies and what made the other tick, which you took full advantage of. “I meant to ask you, why are we at a hotel?”
“I may or may not have locked my keys in my apartment when I was rushing to get Beebs out.”
You laughed loudly, the smile never leaving your face as he told you the full story. At the end of it, you joked with him, telling him it was going to become your mission to steal his adorable dog. He then asked about your holiday and you asked about his. The conversation was easy and effortless, like you were friends; friends who had just fucked each other’s brains out, but friends nonetheless. You heard your phone ring a few times, but couldn’t find yourself to go find it. Talking with Poe was much more interesting than anything anyone on the other end could say. The conversation turned to the current semester, how things were going from both a student’s and professor’s point of view, and then it turned to Halloween.
“So, I’m curious,” you said, rolling onto your side and resting your head on your outstretched arm. “You were awfully quick to seduce me at the bar—“
“You were quick to say yes.”
“How long had you been thinking about this?”
“Awhile.” He answered, shrugging his shoulders when you raised your eyebrows. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“How many times have you thought about fucking me?”
The directness of the way he spoke was making you hot, making you wet and your thighs sticky with arousal. You hummed thoughtfully, trying to decide if you wanted to tell him just how long you had thought about him. Poe seemed to notice your hesitation and gave you a suggestive look.
“Tell me,” His voice was soft but demanding as his fingers playing with the hem of his t-shirt as he inched closer.
You stretched your other arm above your head, your movements cat-like as you stretched. His eyes followed and settled briefly on your chest.
“Probably like once a week since the first day of your class.” You admitted with a flirty smile. Poe rolled over onto you, stretching his body along yours and holding your wrists above your head with one of his hands. The other traced the curve of your breast, gently playing with your nipple. He rolled his hips against yours.
“Is that so?”
You arched your eyebrow, giving him a look that dared him to do something about it. He leaned down, his lips brushing over yours, when your phone started going off for the third time.
“Oh my god.” You were annoyed, both at the person trying to call you and yourself for not turning your phone on silent. Poe got off of you and grabbed your phone, handing it to you. You huffed in annoyance when you saw your sister’s name.
“Hello?” You pressed your finger against Poe’s lips, urging him to keep quiet. He gently bit the top of your finger before sucking it into his mouth. You clenched your thighs together.
“So get this, Chris forgot to tell me—“
Whatever she was saying about her husband, you didn’t hear. You were too focused on Poe, who had pushed his shirt up and started tracing your tattoo with his tongue. He then moved down and lifted your leg, settling it over his shoulder, and without warning licked a strip from your slit to your clit, making you gasp.
“You ok?”
You squirmed under Poe and he laid his arm across the lower part of your stomach to keep you in place. He’d proven to be good with his mouth, but this was an entirely different kind of pleasure.
“Yeah, just ran into the corner of a table.” You felt Poe smile against you and bit your lip to keep from crying out. He inserted two fingers into you, curling them in succession with every flick of his tongue against your clit.
“Short notice, I know, but do you want to do happy hour tonight? Say, 7 o’clock at Coakley’s?”
You glanced at the clock on the nightstand, seeing it read 5:30. Between the sex and the conversation, you had been there for hours without realizing it.
“Sure, sounds—“ You pulled the phone away from your mouth, biting your lip to silence a whimper as Poe worked you towards your orgasm. “Sounds good.”
“Are you sure you’re ok?”
“Yeah, fine, that table just really hurt.” You tugged his hair with your free hand and he eased off, removing his fingers just as you were teetering on the edge. You whined at the loss of contact as he nibbled at the skin of your inner thighs. “I’ll see you at 7.”
You made sure you were disconnected before throwing your phone aside and moaning loudly as Poe delved his tongue into your pussy like a man starved. He was quick to bring you back to the brink of orgasm. Your legs trembled against him as you came hard,the pleasure overtaking you and making you lose all train of thought. Poe withdrew his fingers, running them through his mouth and collecting the rest of your juices. He kissed your sensitive folds once more before crawling back up your body, licking his lips as he did.
“That was so cruel.” You said breathlessly, but the smile on your face showed you didn’t mean it one bit. You swiped your thumb on his chin, collecting what remained of your juices and sucking it into your mouth. He pressed his lips to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth and letting you taste more of yourself.
“You have to get going.” He muttered as he pulled away, lifting himself off of you and pulling you up.
“I do.” You frowned, reluctantly getting off the bed. Your legs were still shaky with instability. “I feel like I’m always slipping out on you. But I can’t go to drinks with my sister smelling like I just spent the last couple hours having sex.”
You gathered up your clothes, making sure you were leaving nothing behind. You looked in the mirror above the dresser, trying to make your hair look somewhat presentable and making sure the hickeys you told Poe not to leave were completely covered.
“I’m being serious, you know.” You said, putting your underwear on. They were still damp and it made you tingle with the memory. “I’m going to steal your dog.”
“I don’t know about stealing him, but you’ll meet him when we do this again.”
You looked over your shoulder as you buttoned your jeans.
“Yeah? Again?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Good.” You slipped your jacket on and walked towards him. “Because this is a lot of fun.”
Poe stood from the bed and slipped his hand into your hair, pulling you into one last kiss. It was softer than the ones you’d previously shared. He pulled away and whispered ‘bye’ against your lips, pecking them once more before releasing you. You grabbed your purse and left with a wave and a wink.
He made you absolutely giddy. If someone had told you that you were going to have a sexual relationship with your professor, you would’ve laughed in his or her face. What made it so great for you was how natural your chemistry was. It was good, lighthearted, sexy fun, something that both of you craved during stressful times.
For the first time in awhile, you couldn’t wait to get back to school.
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m4st4rd · 4 years ago
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the sugar bowl
author’s note: hello friends! the wonderful @guaxinimraccoon has let me use their equally wonderful characters, Brad, Toby, and Siri, to write a fic! please go check them out-- their art is super awesome. i ended up writing a lot more than i expected, but i still love it! this was super fun to make and i’m excited to see what you guys think :). enjoy!
warnings: mild panic & mild swearing but that’s about it
word count: 2.4k
part one | part two 
 “TOBY? ARE YOU READY?”
   After a fitful sleep, Tobias could barely stand to listen to the noise around him. It wasn’t much: the water rushing through the pipes, the skitter of the mice outside his home in the walls. And now, Siri tugging on his leg as he struggled to relax on his hacky-sack chair. 
   “C’mon, man,” she said, huffing a laugh. “You promised you’d grab some more paper and bread like, yesterday. And that you would get sugar.” Toby didn’t know why she even had the time to pick up a hobby as boring as drawing. There wasn’t much to draw in their little home. He’d rather just try and continue his eventful dream instead of getting dressed just for some scraps.
   But he had to. It was his duty as a borrower and as Siri’s best friend. 
   “Alright, alright.” He got to his feet and ran his hand through his sleep-tousled hair. “But this means you’re making dinner tonight, right?” Before she could protest, he added, “Better start cooking that soup now.”
   Siri put on a pouty glare, but her pointed ears twitched with amusement. “Yeah. Whatever,” she mumbled. But she couldn’t keep her face up long. Soon, it disappeared into a grin. He wasn’t prepared when she threw her arms around his neck in an excited hug. “You’re the best, Toby.”
   Tobias couldn’t stop himself from smiling, too. “Yeah. I know.”
   She waved as he disappeared down the corridor. Neither of them could’ve known what was waiting for him.
***
   Ever since Brad moved out of his parents’ place, he knew only one thing: solitary. Not that he necessarily minded — he wasn’t the most extroverted person. Even in college, he would stay in his dorm with a pizza and Netflix while his roommate hit frat parties. In the two years they lived together, they must’ve only spoken a total of eleven words to each other. 
   But what he did mind was the endless, repetitive schedule. Wake up, check his phone. Have breakfast, take a shower, brush his teeth, pop an aspirin for his morning headache. Head to work and return to boxed mac-n-cheese dinner (or, if he was feeling adventurous, spaghetti). He wanted something exciting, even if excitement, for him, meant taking a different route to work. But he was too afraid of change.
   What he found on Saturday evening really threw a wrench into the gears of his brain.
   He got home to an empty apartment. Nothing special: a hand-me-down couch next in front of a 90s TV. He contemplated just napping on the couch for a bit before dinner, but he never did that. So instead, Brad took off his shoes, hung up his coat, and headed to the kitchen. There was some leftover tuna salad that he could munch on if he didn’t feel like cooking.
   Nothing special. 
   That is, until he stood up. 
   He probably wouldn’t have heard it if he was distracted, but it was real and oh-so-soft. A rustle from deep inside his cabinet. Brad could feel his heart stop. Did he have mice? No, that couldn’t be. He cleaned out his cupboard pretty frequently. Bugs? That would be even worse. 
   Shff. There it was again. It sounded too… heavy to be a roach. Whatever the little thing was, it rattled his cereal boxes. And then, the telltale clatter of the sugar bowl top falling onto the shelf. 
   Wait, what? Okay. That was weird. Brad took a deep breath. His interest had piqued. He had to see what this thing was.
   With a silent prayer, he opened the cabinet. 
***
   Paper? Check. Bread? Check. Toby was still dusting his knees off as he remembered that he was still missing something: sugar. With a groan, he got to his feet and shuffled over to his hook. “Damn Siri and her sweet tooth,” he muttered (though he’d never admit to her that he enjoyed something sweet every now and then).
   He didn’t notice the front door open and the giant enter. He was distracted by the looming jar in front of him. It was difficult getting the lid off, but with a sharp tug and a grunt, it fell to the floor of the cabinet and he prepared to dive in to get a cube. 
   But before he could get very far, the cabinet door swung open, and light invaded. 
   And Toby was face-to-face with the human of the apartment.
   Brad wasn’t sure what he was looking at. A little man…? A four-inch-tall person, not much bigger than his finger, was standing by his sugar bowl. Pointed ears, wild, electric blue hair, and even wilder eyes stared him down. A patchy bag sat at his feet, and patchy clothing hung off of his thin frame. Was he drunk? High? Did someone roofie his coffee?
   Whatever composure Brad had left him. “Wow,” he whispered. Just a breath seemed like enough to knock the little guy over. “Hey, there, du—”
   Toby didn’t hesitate to whip his needle out. “Back!” he tried to snap, though it was more like a squeak. God, he must’ve looked pathetic. His legs were jelly. Every bit of him trembled. “St-stay back!”
   The giant blinked. He shook his head of shaggy black hair, rubbed his eyes with unfathomably huge fists. Toby did his best to suppress a lame whimper when those hands appeared. “So I’m not dreaming,” he said, more to himself than to Toby. It took every ounce of courage not to cry. 
   The bean, however, seemed to notice his fear. “Wait, little dude, hey…” He eyed the needle warily. “You don’t hafta be afraid.” Toby didn’t believe him for a second. 
   The borrower looked suspicious. “Back up,” the little guy growled, and surprisingly, Brad obliged. He took a step away so he didn’t tower over him (and so he didn’t suffer the wrath of his needle). 
   How did Brad look right now? He wasn’t the biggest person around, but he certainly wasn’t the smallest in his family. Even so, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He couldn’t even bring himself to squish spiders. He’d always trap them in a cup and usher them onto the balcony. This little person, though, didn’t know that. He held his needle-sword up high, his toothpick arms shaking all the while. It practically broke Brad’s heart.
   What’s this guy doing? Toby thought. Nothing was stopping him from snatching him up in a fist and stuffing him in a jar or a shoebox. Was he luring him into a false sense of safety just so his experiments would hurt more? Was he p—
   “Hey, man, you okay?” The bean’s thick brows were knit together with concern. “You’re looking a little pale.”
   “Wouldn’t y-you be?” Toby scoffed before he could stop himself. Man, I’m so dead. “I-I-I mean, someone as big as you is a little Goddamn terrifying! God knows what the hell you’re gonna do to me! ” He snapped his mouth shut. He’s gonna fucking kill me for real now. 
   “What I’m gonna d— No, buddy, I swear I’m n—”
   “Stay. Back.” Holy fuck, what am I doing?! Toby thought. The most he could do was poke the bean’s finger with his needle, but that would only make him angry. He contemplated running, but his thought dissipated when he realized the giant would have plenty of time to stop him.
   Brad’s jaw went slack. For such a little guy, he sure was brave. But after a beat, his words finally sunk in. “Wait. C’mon, man. I’m not— I’m not gonna do anything to you. I’m just. I’m just surprised. I mean, it’s not every day you find a little man in your cabinet.” With a chuckle, he asked, “So are you gonna start paying me rent, or what?” It didn’t immediately dawn on him that this tiny person probably didn’t know what rent even was.
   Toby frowned. What the hell is this guy talking about? More to the point, what game is he playing? 
   With a frown, Brad took another small step back so he didn’t smother the little guy and held up his palms. “Okay, okay, look. I promise I’m not gonna hurt you. Cool?” He didn’t respond, but his shaking arm did lower the needle a bit. That’s a start. 
   Brad heaved a sigh that ruffled Toby’s wild hair. “Right. Uhm. I’m… I’m sorry for scaring you, dude. I didn’t mean it. I swear.” He fiddled with his thumbs. A shy look crept over his face. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Brad. What’s your name?”
   For a moment, Brad was afraid that the guy was too terrified to answer. But then came the timid voice, so quiet compared to the man’s earlier jab. “Toby.” 
   Just play it cool, Toby thought. Do what he wants and maybe he’ll let you live.
   “Toby. That’s a cool name.” A set of teeth that could snap Toby in half without a second thought were bared at him in a wide smile. Toby could barely hold his ground without flinching. “Wait… You were here for food, right?” 
   Toby’s heart skipped a beat. “You… You’re not mad, a-are you?”
   “No!” Brad said, maybe a little too quickly, because the little guy— Toby — flinched. “I promise I’m not mad,” he added. “Y’know, I was, uh. I was gonna have dinner, anyway. How ‘bout you eat with me? You look like you could use a hot meal.”
   “Oh,” Toby said lamely. His head was going a million miles an hour. Was this Brad guy serious? He just found a tiny creature going through his food, and he’s offering him dinner? It’s gotta be a joke, right? Some weird, fucked-up joke. But instead, what came out of his mouth was, “Uh. S-sure.” 
   Brad couldn’t stop a grin from crossing his face. “Cool. Cool, cool cool. How does pasta sound?”
   “P-pasta sounds great.” My God, Siri’s gonna kill me if this guy doesn’t.
   “Awesome. Wait here.” The bean ducked out of sight, his footsteps rattling Toby’s entire world. 
   Is this a trick? Is he gonna put something in the pasta? Why, why did I say yes?! God, Toby, you fuckin’— It took him a while, but Toby finally came to his senses: the giant was gone. 
   The giant was gone!
   He’d left him to his own devices. Never, in all of his years, had Toby heard of a human who would do that. His parents had always told him that humans were malevolent giants that wouldn’t let you go the minute they got their hands on you. Clearly, they were wrong. At least Brad wasn’t like that.
   In spite of that, Toby was scared shitless. Every cell in his body begged him to leave, but his feet were rooted to the spot. But did he want to leave? After all, the giant did just offer him a free meal. And he was nice. He didn’t grab Toby, or even talk too loud. And he listened. 
   One thought trumped all of that: Siri. God, she was probably terrified, wondering where her friend was. On the other hand, she might’ve been ready to jump him when he returned after a talk with a human. Should he go home, or risk it all for some pasta and the chance that he might not die?
   Toby was at a crossroads.
***
   Brad was over-the-moon. Who would’ve thought that he’d be making dinner for a little, blue-haired guy? An unknown roommate, a potential friend? This was the kind of change he needed.
   With a triumphant hiss, he pulled exactly what he needed from his desk drawer: a spool of stiff art wire from his more creative days. He could bend together a little set of utensils so the guy didn’t have to eat with his hands. 
   “Alright, buddy!” he called as he returned to his kitchen. “It won’t be much, but I promise it’ll be ta— Oh.” 
   The cupboard was empty. All that was left was the tiny patchwork bag near the sugar bowl. Somewhere, deep inside his chest, Brad’s heart broke just a little bit. Why am I feeling like this? For some tiny dude I met ten minutes ago?
   He let out a defeated sigh. Not that he could blame him. Brad couldn’t imagine how terrifying he must’ve seemed to a four inch tall man. Toby wasn’t even the size of his hand. It’s not your fault. With that in mind, he grabbed a pot from under the sink and started boiling water for his dinner. A pasta dinner just for him. Not for two.
   At least he knew he wasn’t dreaming.
***
   Toby was out of breath when he finally reached his door. 
   It was late, but Siri was definitely still up and waiting impatiently. How was he going to explain his borrowing run to her? If he told her he was spotted, they would without a doubt have to pack up and leave, which was tedious. That, and they probably would have to live with a human that didn’t have good snacks.
   He took a deep breath. He would be honest. Yeah, honest. Brad wasn’t murderous or enraged when he found Toby looting for sugar. He was good, and nice. Siri would understand. He pushed the door aside and entered his home. 
   Sure enough, Siri was waiting on his hacky-sack chair. But when she spotted him, she looked relieved, not angry. “Good grief!” she cried, charging into him. Her hands shook from where they rested on his arms. “Shit, Toby, were you gone a long time. I thought you were dead!” Toby didn’t have the energy to respond as she looked him up and down. “Where’s your bag?”
   Fuck. My bag. He must’ve left it by the sugar bowl in his desperation to leave. “Rats,” he said blankly. What happened to being honest?  “I ran into a couple of extra territorial ones on my way back. I gave them my bag to distract them so I could get away.” He feigned an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Siri. I’ll go again tomorrow. Promise.” 
   He prayed and prayed that Siri would believe him. With a sigh, she shook her head.
   “No, Toby, it’s okay.” His friend patted him on the shoulder. “You’ve had quite a day already. Go on and sit down, I’ll fix you a bowl.” As she turned away, every muscle in his body relaxed. He could’ve died twice today and still he managed to come out unhurt.
   Still. He flopped down in his hacky-sack chair and blew his bangs out of his face. There was something missing, and it wasn’t his borrowing bag.
   Why did he feel so bad?
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“A Whole Lot Left to Lose” -- Rafael Barba
Summary: You slept over at Barba’s place after turning up the night before embarrassingly drunk. Now you have to deal with waking up in his bed, further workplace awkwardness, and serious arguments about coffee.
Notes: Follow up for this, which is a follow up for this. I’m still unwilling to admit this is becoming a series even though it definitely is turning into one. Catch me on the sixth part saying “a follow up for this, which is a follow up for this, which is a follow up for this…”
And sorry my posting has been so sporadic. School and life caught up to me and I had a nasty case of writer’s block.
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You awake to mid-morning sunlight and unsettlingly soft sheets. For a sweet second your brain idles, still half asleep, and you relish in the softness of your unknown surroundings. Then your thoughts snap into focus. You’re in Barba’s bedroom, curled up in Barba’s bed, absolutely tangled in Barba’s sheets. And you’re still in last night's clothes. Incredible. Nothing adds to waking up with an increasingly pounding headache like remembering how you made an idiot of yourself in front of the guy you’re catching feelings for.
The analog alarm clock on the nightstand reads around 9:30 and you let out a sigh of relief. You’re not scheduled to go into work until noon, and for a brief moment you consider trying to apologize to Barba before you leave. But then a vague memory of stumbling through his living room and spinning like a toddler unexpectedly comes back to you. Sneaking out without confrontation is clearly the only option. 
The door to the room is slightly ajar and you lay silently for a second to listen for sounds of movement. All you hear are the faint sounds of morning traffic, so you force yourself out of Barba’s bed. You spot an acoustic guitar resting on a stand as you tiptoe across the floor. If you ever shake off the embarrassment of this whole ordeal you’ll have to ask him about it. 
When you get to the living room you find the couch oddly empty. You had assumed after Barba had given you the bed he would have slept out here. Curiosity outweighs caution, and you wander in search of his office. He said he had a lot of work to do last night, you had just assumed he would’ve been finished by now. There’s light coming from underneath a door near the front foyer and you risk cracking it open to peek inside. 
Assistant District Attorney Rafael Barba, who you’re accustomed to witnessing completely decimate opposition in the courtroom while wearing stupidly expensive three piece suits, is asleep at his desk. An array of paperwork is splayed out beneath his head. You have a weird urge to step fully into his office to place a chaste kiss on his forehead or maybe wrap a blanket around his shoulders. You’ve clearly been watching too many rom-coms. Instead you just take a few more seconds to appreciate the sight in front of you then gently shut the door. 
When you get home you are instantly happy for the familiarity, but the couple of hours before your shift are not as relaxing as you’d hoped they would be. You try to catch a few more hours of sleep, but your bed doesn’t seem as comfortable as it usually is. You try to mindlessly watch something on your phone, but you keep checking to see if Barba has texted you. By the time you finally settle, make yourself a box of mac and cheese, and finish eating it’s time to head into work.
-
If there were to be an action figure for Barba it would come with about twenty pairs of suspenders and some form of a cup of coffee. Possibly a white mug, like the ones he uses with the machine in his office, or something disposable from a local coffee shop. Either way there is no way his favorite caffeinated drink would be in the kind of over-sized thermos you used to take to class with you in college. Bizarrely, that’s exactly what Barba’s currently carrying with him as he makes his way towards Liv’s office. 
Instead of striding past your desk like he usually does, Barba slows before fully passing you and stops. The hairs on the back of your neck raise and suddenly his hand is flat on your back; right between your shoulder blades. His fingers press just a bit deeper into your back and you realize that he’s leaning over you to place something on your desk. The thermos that caught your eye just a few seconds ago now sits between your computer and a newton’s cradle your dad got you as a graduation gift. 
Before you can look over at him or turn or even say thank you Barba’s hand is sliding off of you. His middle finger traces a line from the center of your back just below your neck, all the way off your shoulder. Intentionally or not the action sends goosebumps down your entire arm. You don’t realize you were holding your breath until you hear Liv’s office door shut and you let out a massive sigh.
The world around you returns to focus. God, when did it get so out of focus? And you immediately wish you were anywhere in the world than at your own desk. Carisi has the most dumbstruck look you’ve ever seen. You’re afraid his jaw might drop off if it dangles that low for much longer. And when you try to avert your gaze elsewhere you land on Amanda’s devilish grin. The two of you aren’t amazingly close, but you’ve gotten a few drinks together and without even telling her she’d picked up on the tension between you and Barba. You’d told her that even if he was into you you weren’t ready to dive into a relationship with him. He was a lot and you were busy.
But now Barba had walked straight up to your desk, touched you intimately enough, and handed you coffee like he knew you hadn’t slept well. Like he was the reason you hadn’t slept well. That’s what every other member of the SVU seemed to be thinking, at least. Except for Fin who looked to actually be falling asleep at his desk.You can’t blame him. You certainly could use a bit of unconsciousness yourself right now.
-
It’s nearing five and your thoughts are churning in your head. A massive storm is sloshing around up there and leaving you with absolutely no energy. You’re one of the last ones left; Sonny and Amanda having left for dinner about an hour ago. Fin packed up shortly before them and Liv shortly after him. Normally you would’ve finished your work before everyone else. Tonight the paperwork is taking twice as long to get through as normal. You want to blame it on your hangover, but the headache is nothing compared to the onslaught of distracting thoughts about Barba.
After reading each sentence you’re bombarded with an even lengthier montage of the ADA. You’re just getting the image of him in pajamas out of your brain when you remember the weight of his hand on your shoulder this morning. At this rate the thirty pages you have left to get through are going to take hours.
You would throw it in for the night and head home, but you’re afraid the distracting thoughts will get worse. And probably more graphic. With your focus completely shot and a whole lot left to lose you decide to head over to One Hogan Place. You make sure to grab the thermos before you leave.
-
“What the hell were you thinking Barba?” you remain surprisingly monotone as you practically slam the thermos onto his desk. 
Barba sits looking at you wide eyed for just a second before a little sly grin ghosts his face. You’d rushed over from the SVU, making sure to get here before Barba left. Your face is probably flushed from the cold and the slight jog you just did. The jog also got you a bit worked up, hence the aggressive placement of the thermos.
“That you would be hungover and need a pick me up?” Barba offers.
“You can’t do this kind of shit. People talk.”
Barba remains seated behind his desk with the smuggest look. He isn’t responding. Why isn’t he responding? He always has the wittiest comebacks and he’s just sitting there looking at you. You take a chance and make your way around to stand next to him. He doesn’t rise from his seat, but he swivels in his chair to face you.
“You don’t want them thinking we’re something we’re not, right?”
Barba laces his fingers together in his lap and leans back in his chair. “Let me make sure I have this right: you want me to be… meaner to you?”
“No, you-” you squint down at him. “Will you just shut up for a second?”
Barba’s smile grows, but he stays quiet.
“I couldn’t think straight because of you. Do you know how frustrating that is?”
“I think I have an idea-”
“Hey! I said zip it, counselor. You don’t have an idea. No idea. Because every five minutes it was back to you up here,” you tap at your temple for emphasis. “And then I’m finally focused enough to read a sentence or two in the unholy stack of paperwork in front of me, I glance up, and this,” you hold out both of your hands, palms upwards, and direct his gaze at the thermos, “this is sitting there.”
Barba’s smile has dropped. It’s been replaced by something unreadable. Wonder? Amusement? Confusion? Maybe a bit of annoyance? You can’t quite place it and it’s incredibly frustrating.
You let out a deep sigh and turn to lean against his desk. “Sorry. I’m not usually like this. I don’t make these grand” you wave your arms around, “whatever the hell this is…” 
Barba stands and moves to wait in front of you, but remains silent.
“Sorry for busting in here and verbally attacking you,” you shrug. “And for dumping this on you. And for probably making this uncomfortable. You know what? Maybe I should just leave and we can forget about all of this. Go back to whatever bizarre, semi-flirty thing we had going on before.”
Barba clears his throat, putting his hands into his jacket pockets. “Are you finished?”
You nod. 
“Can I speak now?”
You roll your eyes, but nod again.
Instead of making a counterargument he takes his hands back out of his pocket and steps closer to you. Then his hands are on either side of your hips pressing into the wood of his desk. Maybe this is his counterargument: being this close to him is otherworldly. Everything comes down to the green of his eyes and then his lips are on yours. Before you have more than a second to process what’s happening he’s pulled away again. 
He pats his desk once then steps back. “I think I have an idea.”
If you had asked yourself this morning, with your pounding headache and mountains of overwhelming embarrassment, how your day would end, kissing Rafael Barba would be the last thing you would’ve guessed. 
You stare at him for a few seconds, unable to breathe, then awkwardly say, “Sorry for making you sleep at your desk last night.”
Barba lets out a sheepish laugh. “You saw that, huh?”
“Happen often?” you glance over at the coffee machine, already knowing the answer.
“More than I’d like to admit.”
There’s a beat of silence. You glance up at the framed Harvard Law degree that you noticed on the first day you met him. Still ostentatious. 
“How about you make up for those drinks you owe me by taking me out to dinner?”
“Oh, so the coffee counts for nothing?” Barba jabs.
You reach out, emboldened by the kiss, and straighten out the lapel of his jacket. “Coffee is its own thing, Barba. This is about whiskey.”
“Ah, I see,” his gaze follows your hand as it drops from his chest. “It might take more than one dinner to make up for the tab you racked up last night.”
You squint at him, stepping away from his desk and towards the door. “If you’re gonna be a dick about it I’ll ask Carisi instead.”
Barba pushes his chair in and starts packing up his things. “Just give me a minute. Where do you want to go?”
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I know I said there would be some smut with my next Barba fic, but I really wanted to continue this story and these two ain’t ready for it yet. It was enough work to get them to kiss, goddamn it. I’m thinking of continuing with at least one more part though, so high probability of smut adjacent stuff soon!
And apologies for the growing fixation on coffee in my fics. I’m not a huge caffeine addict, but I’ve recently been really missing my favorite coffee shop in one of the libraries on my campus. I can still remember the last dark roast I got days before classes were moved online…
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Face to Face -Chapter 28
Summary: When Danny went through the ghost catcher, he expected to be cured of the ghostliness that had haunted him since the accident, not to wake up on the lab floor with his parents saying he’d been overshadowed but everything’s back to normal now. But why does Danny Fenton cry himself to sleep to then dream of flying? Why does Phantom, the ghost who was supposedly possessing Danny remember a life that wasn’t his? Most of all, why do both the human and the ghost feel that something vital is missing, in their very soul? Or: Trying to cure himself of his powers one month after the accident, Danny accidentally splits himself but neither his ghost nor his human half know that that is what they did
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Note: Hi everyone! I'm finally back with a new chapter! Happy reading and feel free to tell me what you think.
Doing homework with his other self while huddled on the bed was comfortably normal. So was making small talk with Jazz as the pair, human and ghost, and the red-head set the table for dinner. For a moment, it was like any other family meal, as if nothing was wrong.
And then Mom had come up the stairs, the downcast look on her face serving as a harsh reminder that things were not alright. Her eyes briefly met Fentons before she looked down. At once, several emotions clashed in his heart but the boy pushed them away, deliberately focusing on putting the plates into their spots.
And now the group of five sat around the table in near silence. And it was awkward, so awkward, painfully awkward. Fenton sat at his normal seat, lithelessly picking at his food. He glanced over at his other half. With his hands clenched in his lap, the ghost looked just as uncomfortable as Fenton felt. Frowning, the human forced a bite into his mouth as he listened to Jazz talk about her day with their dad. But Mom remained silent, slowly eating. Occasionally, her eyes flickered up, meeting his or his ghost half’s eyes before looking away. 
Fenton’s heart fluttered with anxiety. Earlier, when he and Phantom had been talking, he’d felt...not confident per say but he’d had a plan, an idea of how he was going to react. He and Phantom had talked; the ghost had felt more anger over what happened than him while Fenton had been hurt but was trying to remain hopeful. It was odd, the two different feelings, but maybe they were again feeling different parts of the same thing. Either way, they could not give into that anger but would be hopeful and agree to Mom and Dad’s rules.
But now….Mom was back to avoiding his eyes, either pair. And that hurt. A tiny spark of annoyance flickered inside him at the avoidance. And she hadn’t apologized; Phantom’s words rang in his head, feeding his anger.
“Danny?” Jazz saying his name cut through the thought. “How was school?”
The human Danny sighed, before giving a vague answer. “It was fine. Just a regular school day.” He took a bite of his mac and cheese and chewed. 
There were more vague answers as Jazz and Dad asked Fenton what he was studying and then as Jazz asked Phantom what he did today. 
The ghost blanched. “I did some chores. I helped Mom and Dad in lab. And uhh… watched some Star Trek with Dad.” He carefully skipped over the details about what exactly happened downstairs and their parents’ argument. Tellingly, Mom and Dad said nothing either.
Jazz deduced that something was up. She glanced at the parents, giving questioning looks but neither acknowledged her curiosity. Instead Mom deflected. “How about you, sweetie? What did you learn today Jazz?”
With a raised eyebrow, the girl answered, explaining what she was studying in her classes. Her words became increasingly enthused as she talked about today’s lesson in AP Biology. (It was just like his sister to find any learning exciting, even if it wasn’t her beloved psychology). But despite her excitement, Jazz still gave occasional glances to Fenton and Phantom, looking like she wanted to ask about the tension between both versions of her brother and their parents. But she didn’t question.
Soon enough, the family finished eating. Or well….the human members finished. The ghost let out a relieved sigh as Mom stood up and started putting the leftovers away. Jazz soon followed. Dad stretched patting his belly happily as Fenton stood and Phantom floated from the chairs.
Mom turned around, addressing the kids. “Jazz, Danny did you finish your homework?”
Jazz shook her head as did Fenton. Phantom crossed his arms. “We still have a chapter of Animal Farm to read.”
The woman nodded in acknowledgement before turning to her husband. “Jack, honey. Do you want to work downstairs for a bit? We didn’t get very far on the ghost catcher today and….I have an idea I wanted to discuss.” 
Dad shrugged. “Sure, Mads.” 
With a wave, the two adults walked to the basement door before disappearing through it. Fenton watched with a tight frown. What exactly would they be discussing? And Dad’s reaction….He sounded casual and at ease, not angry at the woman like he’d been after their argument. In fact, he seemed satisfied with her promise to train their son and let him fly. Honestly, that was a surprising and the human Danny couldn’t help but feel disappointed, not that he had any words to explain why.
Phantom gently elbowed him out of his thoughts. “Come on. We’ve got reading.” A tight frown also plastered itself on his face; obviously he was thinking and feeling much the same.
With a nod, Fenton turned around. Then his eyes feel on Jazz. His sister stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room with one eyebrow raised.
“Did something happen with Mom and Dad today?” She asked quietly.
The human boy sighed. Like he surmised, she had picked up on the tension. The two counterparts glanced at each other, a wordless conversation passing between the two.
Phantom sighed. "It's….well basically, I brought up to them letting me fly and training my powers. And...Mom wasn't happy about it. She and Dad had a fight and Mom was being…." He trailed off.
Fenton continued. "Overprotective, neurotic, ridiculous, unreasonable." His voice quieted. "She...she said some things."
"What things?" Jazz's face hardened and both Dannys flinched at the anger in her voice.
Phantom swallowed. "Just...the same shit she always says about ghosts." He shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.
"Danny." His sister's voice softened, tinged with concern.
"No, it's...it's fine Jazz. I know she's wrong." He crossed his arms. "It's not like I'm a real ghost anyway."
Fenton blinked, taking in the words. He wasn't sure if that was true, how his ghost half stacked up compared to a typical ghost. That was something they should maybe talk about and try to sort out.
Meanwhile, Phantom continued. "Plus she changed her mind about training us. Even said it'd be cruel to keep us from flying. So maybe she'll change her mind about me too."
Jazz's lips turned down in concern, though there was a flicker of anger behind her eyes; somehow it was comforting to see her angry on his behalf. "Danny, that doesn't excuse any of this."
"You think I don't know that?!" The ghost hissed. "But I can't do anything about what she thinks so it's whatever."
His sister gapped. "It's...whatever? How can you say that? It matters!"
"No it doesn't." Phantom said.
At the same time, Fenton said. "You're right."
The ghost's mouth snapped shut and he shook his head. "No it-"
Fenton held up a hand. "Danny, you're angry and in denial. What Mom thinks does matter to us."
Phantom opened and closed his mouth before glaring with a little heat. Jazz glanced between the two with slight confusion. “You two disagree?”
The human Danny huffed crossing his arms. “Not really. Like I said, denial.”
His sister’s expression softened as she nodded in understanding. “So...you are bothered by what Mom says.”
“Ummm. Yeah” Fenton bit his lip. “But-”
Jazz interrupted. “You should tell her that.”
Both Dannys blanched, looking at each other. “Look, Jazz.” The human held up a hand. “Neither of me wants to talk about this.” His counterpart bit his lip nervously and nodded in agreement. Then Fenton continued. “I’m tired, okay?” He sighed, lowering his hand. “I don’t wanna fight with Mom about this, not when I can’t change her mind.”
“But Danny-” The girl started.
Phantom cut her off. “No Jazz. I know we’re...I’m mad enough that if we try to talk to Mom tonight, it’ll turn into an argument.” He looked down, cheeks darkening with shame. “I’d probably just make everything worse anyway, not get her to change her mind.”
Jazz’s mouth fell in a troubled frown.
Fenton spoke before she could. “Jazz, it’s okay. We’ll just….we’ll have to be patient with Mom, like Dad said. She..she loves me, all of me, even if she’s being bull headed. She’ll come around?”
The girl crossed her arms, looking between the two. She huffed. “I still want to go down there and give her a piece of my mind.”
Phantom gave a long suffering sigh. “You already did that. I don’t have the energy to deal with this again.”
Jazz’s eyes narrowed at the words.
The human Danny puts his hands together in a begging motion. “Please Jazz. Not today. Let’s just wait and see what happens. If it doesn’t get better,” He sighed. “We’ll...talk to her.”
“Fine.” His sister held up his hands exacerbatedly. “But when you go talk to her, I am going with you. Okay?”
“Okay.” Both Dannys nodded in sync.
With that, Jazz made a gesture as if to say ‘I’m watching you’. With a wave, she started up to her room to work on homework. A few moments later, the pair also walked and floated up the stairs and into their room. Fenton grabbed a book off the desk. Then he and Phantom took turns reading aloud from the first chapter of Animal Farm. 
After twenty minutes, the ghost closed the book. “So that’s the reading. Anything else?”
Fenton shook his head. “Nope, that was it.” He flopped onto his back. “Man...that was so much easier to finish with all of our brain.”
Phantom raised a brow. “Or..err...all our mind...since I’m pretty sure you have our brain.” The human blanched as his ghost half continued. “Since apparently we have a brain” Phantom pointed at his other self’s head. “and a core.” Then he pointed at his own chest.
Sitting up, Fenton copied the action. He looked mystified before snorting. “Well….that’s something.” He blinked. “How does that work?”
Phantom shrugged. “No idea. It’s something we’ll need to sort out together, I guess.”
“Yeah. I guess.” The human rubbed the back of his neck, studying his ghost. 
The other figure rose a brow in question. “What is it?”
“I was just thinkin’....what you said about not being a real ghost. Are we sure that’s actually true?” Fenton asked.
The ghost blinked, frowning. “I mean...I...uhhh… I thought I was a real ghost, for a bit.” He looked down at his hands, cheeks green with shame. “Right after the ghost catcher and…” His voice quieted. “When I thought I was an imposter.”
Fenton’s heart clenched at the word, imposter. He offered his other self a comforting pat on the arm.
The ghost looked up, meeting his eyes. “I’m not, obviously. I’m your other half and you’re mine. We’re human.” He motioned to his counterpart. “And we’re a ghost too.” Biting his lip, he motioned to his own glowing body.
“But?” The human raised a brow.
“Well...we’re both but...”Phantom bit his lip.  “We’ve...we’ve both said we’re not really human anymore. And if we’re not really human...”
“Are we really a ghost? Or something else entirely?” Fenton finished, running a hand through his hair. 
“Yeah.” His counterpart’s shoulders fell. “I just..I don’t know...” 
The human frowned. “Man that’s….” He put a hand on his head. “I wish we knew more about ghosts.” 
The ghost perked up at the statement, tilting his head questioningly at the statement. “What do you mean?”
“It’s just…” Fenton sighed. “The only stuff we know is from horror stories, which probably aren’t true. We’ve barely even seen another ghost.”
“You’re right. There was that...ectopuss thing which just kinda hissed at me and flew away.”
“And that lunch lady ghost who...basically yelled at us, attacked our friends, and kidnapped Sam.” Fenton shivered, remembering the flames, the flying cooking utensils, Sam trapped in a pile of meat.
Beside him, Phantom paled. He swallowed nervously. “Yeah...her.”
Keenly understanding the anxiety, Fenton smiled comfortingly. “That’s just one ghost. We don’t know if she’s typical. Others might be more peaceful or reasonable or….”
“Do you think there actually are others like that?” The ghost asked, eyes wide with hope. “Ghosts we might actually be able to talk to?”
“I hope so.” Fenton leaned back, propping himself up with his arms. “I mean, who knows what’s on the other side of that portal and…” He bit his lip. “No matter what, I don’t think all ghosts are bad. Dying doesn’t just turn you evil, right? You’re...we’re proof of that.” He said the last part quietly, looking down.
Phantom straightened, taking a more confident stance. “I guess...yeah, we are.” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. “I guess it’s unfair to think that I’m different from other ghosts when we don’t actually know that I am.”
“Yeah…” The human furrowed his brow in thought. “I guess we need to try and find out more. See if any other ghosts show up. Maybe….” He worried his lip. “Maybe even talk to our parents about going into the Zone.”
Phantom scoffed. “Like that’ll happen.”
Fenton shrugged. “We can try. Mom and Dad did make the portal so they could learn more about ghosts. They’ll want to go into the Zone eventually to explore, maybe even find some ghosts to talk to.”
“Or experiment on.” The ghost muttered.
“Dude, you have to stop being so pessimistic.” The human sighed. “You know they’re not gonna experiment on a sentient ghost without their permission.”
For a few moments, Phantom continued sitting with crossed arms, a frown on his face. Then he conceded. “You’re right. They won’t. Now.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe I do need to stop being so negative. I guess...we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.”
“Yeah.” Fenton agreed.
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With that the conversation ended. With Mom and Dad in the lab and Jazz doing homework, the two Dannys struggled to find something to do. They were still grounded from their computer and video games. Finally Phantom suggested calling Sam and Tucker. The pair huddled on the bed with  their  cellphone between them as they chatted with their friends in casual, normal conversation. Or as normal as could be with two Dannys. Phantom smiled, enjoying himself anyway.
“I need to go.” Sam said after about an hour. “See you at school Fenton. And Phantom? Stay strong with your parents tomorrow. You’ve got this.”
The ghost blushed at the encouragement. “Thanks Sam.”
“I’ve gotta hang up too.” Tucker added. “Bye Danny. And Danny. And Sam. Talk to you guys later.”
“Bye.” Fenton and Phantom said in unison right before hanging up.
The human Danny glanced at the time on the phone. “We can do something else for 30 minutes, then I need to start getting ready for bed.”
His ghost’s lip turned down. “Alright….YouTube, then?” 
With a nod, Fenton opened the app and clicked on a video. “This one?”
Phantom agreed and the pair stretched out on the bed, comfortably half-laying side by side. With the phone clutched in Fenton’s hand, he pressed play. The ghost watched the video with mild attention, more enjoying the quiet and his own company than the actual content. Glancing at his counterpart, he furrowed his brow in thought. He didn’t remember being so content to be alone before this. He’d never been a social butterfly by any means; if he was honest, he didn’t like large crowds of people and got nervous far too often in social situations. But he still preferred being with his friends or family, even if that was just hanging out together in silence. That was still true of course; he still enjoyed being with his loved ones. But….a subtle smile creeped onto his face...being by himself wasn’t all that bad either.
Fenton’s yawning drew Phantom’s attention. The human’s head lulled to the side, his eyelids fluttering tiredly. 
The ghost gently poked him. “Come on. Let’s get you dressed for bed.”
The human jolted to sudden awareness. “I wasn’ asleep.” He half slurred.
Phantom chuckled. “Sure.”
“Wasn’t” This other half pouted, his arms crossed.
“Alright, alright. Whatever you say.” The ghost put up his hands in surrender, a fond smile spreading his lips.
“I’m not tir-” A yawn interrupted his word. Fenton blushed, face reddening in embarrassment. Phantom’s lip stretched up. A laugh shook his chest. Beside him, his human counterpart pinched his lips closed forcefully. With crossed arms and red face, he made a show of being grumpy….until the corner of his mouth twitched. Slowly, he smiled. “Okay. Fine. I’m tired.” 
With a sleepy groan, Fenton swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. He walked towards the dresser and grabbed a pair of pajamas. Phantom averted his eye while the human undressed and changed clothes. Not even a minute later, Fenton left the room to brush his teeth.
With a sigh, the ghost floated off the bed. With his counterpart getting ready to sleep, the knowledge of his imminent future struck Phantom. He sagged in the air, running a hand through his hair and already thinking about how to occupy himself through the wee hours of the night. At the same time, he felt familiar worries creeping in.
The door swung open and the ghost turned, meeting his other self’s gaze. Fenton’s expression fell. “Oh.” Without any words, Phantom knew the human was sensing his thoughts completely. “It’ll be okay.” Again, he patted the ghost’s arm comfortingly.
“Thanks.” The ghost gave his own pat.
With that, Fenton sat down on the bed. After plugging in his phone which had still been laying on the bed, the boy laid down and pulled the covers up to his chin. Fenton offered his other half a smile. “Good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“See ya Danny.” The ghost said, returning the smile.
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If there was a word to describe the next day, it was awkward. Tense...tense would be an appropriate word. Or uncomfortable, stressful, distressing, frustrating, nerve-racking. Maybe ever painful, traumatic, and agonizing. Okay, maybe Phantom was being overdramatic. But being grounded, stuck at home with Mom and Dad was not fun. 
The ghost sat on the couch, a notebook propped against his knees as he doodled. Ten minutes ago, he’d finished the vacuuming he was supposed to do yesterday. Now, it was quiet. The air was stale, constricted. The tension rose the hair on the back of the ghost’s neck.
 Mom and Dad were downstairs, as they’d been for most of the week. Actually, as soon as Fenton and Jazz had left for school, the pair had walked down the stairs with hardly a word to the ghost. Mom still struggled to look at him. The occasional sounds of metal being hammered or welded rang up the stairs. Words echoed, tense and clinical sounding.
“.….we need to reestablish communication…. But the energy requirements?….” Mom spoke fast, scientifically, like a woman intensely solving a problem.
The sound of a blow torch cut off. “Mads. The ¾ inch wrench.” Pacing footsteps. “No, not the ⅔. The ¾”
“That’s not what you said.” The woman grumbled.
“No, I-” Metal clanged. “Thanks hun.”
The pacing restarted. “That amount of energy needed to reintegrate……” The words drifted in and out of Phantom’s hearing.
“These batteries?” Dad questioned.
“No. No. No. They’ll overload but what if we…”
Phantom’s brow furrowed. What were they talking about? They were talking about him again, weren’t they? He shivered. Mom sounded so scientific, so focused on the problem of re-merging him. It should be comforting that she was trying so hard to fix things. But…..
“No Jack! You can’t cross those wires.”
“I know what I’m doing Maddie.” Dad said, with a hint of anger.
The ghost frowned. Oh no.
“Here let me.”
“Maddie. Maddie!”
“I’m just taking a look.”
“Well, I’m not done yet.” Dad’s voice hitched up, increasingly annoyed.
Phantom roughly closed his notebook. No. No. No. Nope. He wasn’t doing this, wasn’t listening to this, to Mom and Dad arguing again. With a huff, he floated off the couch and through the ceiling into his bedroom. He groaned, flopping onto the bed.
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Friday wasn’t much better. More tension, more stress. More arguments drifting up the stairs.
“Jack! Where’s the copper wire?”
“In the shed.”
“I already looked there!”
“What do you mean you looked there?!”
“I mean, it’s not in there. Where did you put it?”
“Where did I put it?!”
Phantom groaned into the pillow on the couch. He sat up and floated back to his room.
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Downstairs, the front door swung open. Eyes widening, Phantom closed the book he was reading and phased through the bed. Coming through the ceiling, he beamed. “Jazz! Fenton! Thank god, you’re home.”
Fenton ran a hand through his hair. “It was that bad?”
Phantom frowned, shivering at the words.
Jazz pinned him with a serious gaze. “Danny?”
The ghost boy shrugged. “No.” He lied. “I was just so bored.” He waved his sister and counterpart over. “Come on, let’s-”
“You’re grounded and I have homework.” The girl interrupted.
Fenton groaned. “But it’s Friday.”
“Yeah, Jazz. It’s Friday, your homework can wait.” Phantom argued. “So let’s like...watch a movie or something.”
“We’re not grounded from TV.” The human Danny pointed out.
Jazz relented. “Fine.”
The three sat and watched TV until Dad came up the stairs and started pulling things out of the fridge. 
Fenton perked up. “Are you making dinner?”
The man turned. “Hi kids.” He smiled though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yep, it’s a chicken and broccoli casserole night.”
Phantom nodded. “Do you want some help?” He asked mildly.
Dad’s smile turned up, looking a little more authentic. “Sure Danno.”
The ghost and his human briefly shared a look, both silently agreeing to help. With that, the teens stood or floated from their seats. Phantom chopped up some broccoli, Fenton grated some cheese, and Jazz started setting the table. Again, there was something nice and normal about the action; it was almost comforting as Dad asked about their day. 
Then Mom came up the stairs and that tension, the ever present damn tension, was back. She barely offered a smile as she greeted the teenagers, her gaze flickering down with guilt as she looked at Phantom. The ghost bit his lip, annoyance flickering at her behavior but he pushed it down. It was fine. He was fine. Everything was fine. He wasn’t bothered.
Fenton glanced over at him, raising a brow knowingly. The ghost looked down, blushing at the attention. Well, that was a lie. He was bothered. He was bothered, damn it. But what the heck was he supposed to do?
Dinner passed in tense silence and it was the same as the last few days. Strained conversation led by Jazz and Dad and ignoring the real issues.
“May I be excused?” Fenton asked, as soon as he finished his food.
Mom gave him permission without argument and he stood. Phantom followed after and the pair headed to their room. 
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A nondescript Friday night of YouTube and reading with his ghost half, a boring night with occasional flashes from Phantom in his dreams and it was late Saturday morning.
Fenton sighed, rolling onto his back. Normally he’d be excited. It was Saturday. He could hang out with his friends and just relax after a busy school week. But he was grounded and things were horrible with his Mom and...he groaned in exacerbation.
“Yeah. This sucks.” His own voice rang out from across the room. 
Fenton sat up, meeting Phantom’s eyes. “Yeah.” He mildly agreed. Then he shrugged. “What do you wanna do today then?”
The ghost also shrugged. “I don’t know.” His nose wrinkled. “Wait….. The model rocket kit we got for our birthday. It’s still in the closet, isn’t it?”
The human’s eyes widened happily. “Yeah! How did we forget we had that?”
Phantom’s shoulders fell. “The...uhhh….accident.”
“Oh yeah.” Fenton frowned. The glowing green swirl of the portal flashed in his mind. “It was like 3 days after our birthday when we….ya know.” They’d gone into the portal and everything had changed.
The ghost floated forward. “Come on. Let’s get you something to eat and we can get started.”
The human nodded, accepting the offer for what it was- a distraction.
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Making the model rocket was fun, leaving the pair of counterparts smiling as they bantered and joked and worked together. Soon enough the model was done. 
Fenton’s stomach growled and the ghost frowned at his counterpart. “You just ate.”
The human shrugged. “I’m a growing boy.”
Phantom rolled his eyes. “Come on then.”
Both stood up and walked out of the room with Fenton at the front. As they came to the top of the stairs, the human paused, feeling a cold hand on his shoulder. He turned, raising an eyebrow. “What?”
Phantom leaned forward, whispering. "Jazz is down there. Let's mess with her."
The human looked back, spotting their sister standing at the kitchen counter. He then looked back at his counterpart. "How?"
A mischievous grin stretched the ghost's face. "Ghost powers."
The corner of the human's lip twitched up. "Alright. What do you have in mind?"
"Turn around." Phantom instructed.
Fenton did as he was told. His brow furrowed as he felt cold arms wrapped around his shoulders, the ghost's chest pressed against his back. "Am I giving you a piggyback ride?" He questioned.
"Just watch." Phantom hissed, his voice right next to his counterpart's ear.
The human gasped as a chilling feeling spread from his neck where the ghost was touching him. His eyes widened as his hands turned translucent and then disappeared. "We're invisible." He whispered, studying the place his hands should be. He marveled, still not used to the sensation. Like the other times he'd turned invisible, he could still see the wavy outline of his body.
"I'm gonna float both of us off the floor, so don't like...freak out." Phantom said after a moment, somewhat sheepishly.
"I'm not gonna freak out." Even so, the human braced himself as the increasingly familiar feeling of weightlessness spread through his body.  He gasped softly as his feet left the floor.
"Alright. I'll take us down the stairs."Fenton glanced down, a spark of fear flickering in his heart at the sight. Behind him, Phantom stiffened. "Are you okay?"
The human squashed down the fear with a deep breath. "I’m fine.”
“You sure?” The ghost asked, surely with an eyebrow raised.
“Yep. We’ve got this.” Fenton said as confidently as he could manage. He smiled, feeling how his counterpart was bolstered by the trust. 
"Thanks." Phantom muttered. "Now try to stay quiet so we can sneak up on Jazz."
The human nodded in agreement. Under Phantom's influence, he felt his body drift forward in the air. His heart fluttered with nerves but also excitement. Something about this felt so….natural. It was surprising, considering how horribly he'd reacted to floating before the accident but clearly flying with Phantom had helped him face his fear and discomfort.
The pair made it to the bottom of the stairs and floated onward, towards Jazz who was making a sandwich. Fenton grinned, picturing what they'd do next, how they'd invisibly sneak behind Jazz and scare her. Similar amusement flowed into him from his other self and his smile widened.
Wait…..a new idea struck the human. Phantom stopped their advance, as he sensed Fenton's inspiration. A wordless question pressed into the human's mind. The boy furrowed his brow and closed his eyes. With a little effort, he sent his words to his other half. 
Let's move Jazz's phone.
Understanding sparked through the connection, the few words being enough for a plan to form between two halves of the same mind. Again, Phantom moved them forward until they were floating beside the table and within arms length of Jazz's phone. Two pairs of eyes glanced to find the girl still occupied, putting the cheese and meat back into the fridge. Silently, Fenton swiped the phone off the table. The device turned invisible as soon as his hand touched it. 
A moment later, Jazz turned around. She closed the fridge, grabbed her sandwich from the counter, and sat down. Putting the food down, she reached for her phone across the table. Her brow furrowed as her eyes surveyed the area in front of her. “I could have sworn…..” She stood up and turned around, eyes flittering over the counters. “Where’s my phone?” She muttered, pacing the kitchen.
Fenton fought not to laugh as her brow increasingly furrowed. 
“Come on. Where is it?” Jazz said to herself, increasingly confused.
Fenton’s hand covered his mouth to silence any noise. Jazz turned back around, walking towards the livingroom. “I know I brought it down here.”
With her back turned, the boy put the device back on the table. Curiosity tickled his mind from his ghost half as the phone reappeared. Then Fenton grabbed Jazz’s sandwich, turning it invisible. The ghost shook with suppressed laughter.
Their sister turned around, her eyes surveying the table before focusing. “There it is.” Confusion passed her face. “I just looked there and…..where’s my sandwich?” She wrinkled her nose, increasingly bewildered.
Again, she paced around the kitchen, her eyes hungrily tracing the counters. “This is ridiculous. What the heck is happening?” Fenton fought another laugh. “I know I brought it over here.”
She walked around the table and towards the invisible pair. Fenton’s eyes widened in panic, his body flickering intangible just before Jazz would barrel into him. Instead he shivered, choking on a scream as she passed through him.
Shock crashed into Fenton from his counterpart. He gasped as his powers failed and he popped back into visibility. Gravity reenaged and he stumbled onto the floor and forward, right into Jazz. The girl shrieked at a body suddenly slammed into her. Her arms stretched in front of her so she hit the counter before she could fall. Meanwhile, Fenton tipped forward, his heart pounding out of his chest. Then weightlessness overtook him again and he floated off the floor.
Jazz whipped around, eyes wide. “Danny!?” Her eyes trailed him. “What..you’re…” Her gaze flittered between the two heads and then to the human’s hands. “You have my sandwich!”
Fenton swallowed, holding the food out to her. “Here you go?”
She took it roughly, her eyes fixing on the empty space below him. “You’re floating?”
The human rolled his eyes. ���Yeah. Ghost powers.”
“I’m the ghost powers!” Phantom waved with one hand.
Fenton laughed, his fright waning and the previous humor resurging. 
Suddenly, the door to the lab flung open. Mom stomped up, followed by Dad. 
“What happened? We heard screaming.” Mom’s eyes widened, as soon as her eyes fell on the floating Dannys.
The human boy’s laughter died. “You can put us down.” He muttered to Phantom.
More gently, his weight returned and he touched down on the floor. The ghost unwrapped his arms from his counterpart’s neck and floated to beside him.
Mom looked between the two. “What’s happening here?” She asked suspiciously.
Phantom rubbed the back of his neck. “We were playing a prank on Jazz.” 
The woman rose a brow and motioned for him to continue but the words stayed locked in both Dannys’ throats.
Jazz had no such problem. “They hide my phone and my lunch! Right behind my back! I thought I was going crazy.”
“Maybe you are.” Fenton snarked back.
This sister glared. “You turned intangible and flew through me!”
“You ran into us!” Phantom argued.
“Well you almost knocked me over.”  The girl crossed her arms.
“Kids, Enough!” Mom interrupted, glaring at Fenton and Phantom. “What were you thinking?”
The human boy paled. “It was...it was just a prank.”
“Yeah. We...we didn’t even mean to scare her. We were just...having fun.” Phantom blushed, looking down.
The adult opened and closed her mouth. “Just...you were just-”
Then Dad’s hand gently grabbed her arm. “Maddie, the kids are fine. It was just some harmless fun.”
Jazz glared. “Harmless! I walked through you!”
“It was an accident.” Phantom held up his hands.
“Yeah.” Fenton shivered. “And we’re never doing that again. It was….” He wrinkled his nose.
Dad’s eyes lit up. “What did it feel like?”
The ghost opened and closed his mouth, looking mortified.
Mom not so gently swatted her husband. “Jack!”
The man blushed. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Phantom muttered, putting his arms around his waist.
In her lessened anger, Jazz interrupted apparently choosing to save him the embarrassment.. “Why don’t we all just sit down and eat some lunch?” 
“Yeah, I was wanting some lunch.” Fenton said.
Mom crossed her arms, biting her lip. “We were in the middle of something.”
“We can give it a break for a bit, honey.” Dad sighed. “I know I could use one.”
Fenton looked over at the man and frowned. He looked tired and stressed with greasy hair and bags under his eyes. Actually….Mom didn’t look much better either, face wrinkled with deep stress lines. Phantom studied the adults as well, a frown on his face. The human glanced to the side, looking at Jazz. Based on her concerned look, their sister had also noticed Mom and Dad’s sorry states.
“Alright.” Mom conceded after a long moment.
With her agreement, Dad started pulling food out of the fridge and cabinet for lunch. Mom and Fenton joined, all three making their own sandwiches. At the table, Jazz and Phantom traded worried glances as they both watched their parents. Fenton joined in once he sat down. His brow furrowed. Maybe with all the long hours they’ve been working and the arguments Phantom caught parts of (huh….his ghost must have passively shared that with him at some point, probably when he was sleeping)...maybe he should be worried about them.
Mom and Dad sat down and both started eating without comment. Jazz and Fenton glanced at each other before the human Danny shrugged and dug in. A few moments passed with Phantom looking increasingly uncomfortable. The older girl noticed, giving him a comforting smile.
Meanwhile, Fenton looked between his ghost half and his parents. Oh, he was also feeling that awkwardness keenly, his own stomach flopping but…he was also worrying about their parents. He bit his lip; he wanted to ask them but it was probably make things more awkward and-
“So.” Phantom interrupted with a purposeful cough. “How is work on the ghost catcher going?”
Fenton blinked in surprise. Ah...well…. that was exactly what he wanted to ask. Wait...why was he surprised?
Dad frowned. “Well it’s...uhh…it’s going….”
The Dannys glanced at each other, also frowning at the response.
Mom carefully put down her sandwich. “We’ve been running into some...complications.”
Fenton’s eyes widened. “Complications?” He tried to keep the worry out of his voice.
Apparently, Dad noticed anyway. “Nothing some hard work and creative thinking can’t solve.” 
The human boy shivered at the forced confidence. Although knowing his Dad, maybe the man was as assured as he appeared?...No, who was he kidding? Whatever problems they were having, it must be bad.
“What complications?” Phantom asked, not comforted by the reassurance.
“Nothing you need to worry about sweetie.” Mom replied. “It will just take a few more days than we planned to make the modifications we need.”
Now she was just being evasive. What modifications? How many more days? And-
“Come on honey. We need to get back to work.” Mom interrupted.
Fenton’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to argue but closed it, choosing not to push for more information. He wanted to know but it wasn’t worth making himself more worried. And he trusted Mom and Dad to get it sorted, right? Yeah, sure he did.
Having finished eating, both adults stood and headed towards the basement where they disappeared into the lab. 
With them gone, the human Danny sighed. He looked at Jazz, biting his lip. “Sorry about earlier.”
“Yeah, sorry.” The ghost repeated a moment later. “Sorry about flying through you…” He blanched at the statement.
Graciously, Jazz waved it off. “It’s okay, little brother. I’m not really mad, you just startled me.” She half-smiled. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it was actually pretty funny.”
“Really?” Fenton and Phantom said at the same time, eyes lighting up with hope.
Jazz rolled her eyes. “Yes. Once I got over the shock.” She crossed her arms, one brow raised teasingly. “I guess I should expect this now, with your powers.”
“Maybe.” The ghost rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
At the same time, Fenton confidently said. “Yes.” Phantom raised a brow in question so his counterpart continued. “Dude, we have ghost powers. Of course we’re gonna use them from pranks.” He grinned. “It’s our job as annoying little brother.”
The ghost laughed, his mood lightening. “Yes!”
Jazz scoffed good naturedly. “I’ve sure got the annoying part down.” Both Dannys stuck their tongues out at her in sync. She blinked at them before groaning. “One Danny’s bad enough. But both of you?”
“Oh, come on. You love us.” Fenton and Phantom said at the same time.
Jazz peaked up at the pair with a raised brow. Her expression softened. “Of course I do.” Then her lips turned down. “Not to break the mood but...did you notice how tired Mom and Dad look?”
Phantom frowned at the change of topic. “Yeah….they’ve been working really hard this week.”
“Do you think they’re overdoing it? Maybe we should get them to take a break.” Their sister mused.
The Dannys paused, looking at each other. Phantom sighed. “Maybe. They do seemed really focused.”
“But they always get like that when they’re working on a breakthrough.” Fenton countered, crossing his arms. “They were like that with the portal.”
Even as he said it, he felt guilty. Yes, they’d been near obsessed with the portal in the last few months of its completion. It had been the culmination of their life’s work. But this….this was caused by his own stupidity, twice over.
Phantom raised a brow, putting a hand on his human’s arm. Fenton shook the thought away. No, he was not going to blame himself, not again. Plus...he met his other self’s green eyes. If he hadn’t gone in the portal, he wouldn't have gotten his powers.
“Well yeah.” The ghost agreed, with less bitterness. “They’re really focused on trying to fix us.”
Well obviously, but with what motivation? Parental overprotectiveness, scientific curiosity, guilt. Or a strange mix of those? Fenton didn’t know.
“But still….we should get them to take a break tonight or tomorrow.” Jazz insisted. “Self care is important, no matter how important your work is.”
And that was just like Jazz. Though both Dannys did have to agree. “Yeah...but you can nag them about that.” Phantom said.
Then Fenton. “You are better at nagging.”
Jazz gasped in offense. “Why you little…”
And they were back to sibling banter to Fenton’s great comfort. He wasn’t sure how much more worrying about his parents and his relationship with them he could take.
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Christmas Eve, Eve: A Harrisco Fic
Summary: Harry and Cisco get stuck in the mall past closing.  
Word Count: ~1,400
A/N: Merry Christmas!! I wanted to have this fic done by now, hence why it is set on Dec 23rd, but I wanted to post it anyway! Happy Harrisco Holidays everyone! :) 
Christmas Eve, Eve
Instead of last-minute Christmas Eve shopping, Cisco loved to go Christmas Eve, Eve shopping. This meant that all day on December 23rd, Cisco would be flitting around from store to store, just trying to make sure he crossed all his presents off his list.
It seemed like Cisco gave into the mad rush, but all things considered Cisco was fairly old fashioned when it came to Christmas. He didn’t want to have to do any running around on Christmas Eve, unless it was to sing carols or deliver Christmas cookies. He enjoyed spending the day wrapping gifts and listening to Christmas music.
However, once Harry and his ridiculous baseball cap disguise started joining Cisco’s Christmas routine things were a little different. They Christmas Eve, Eve shopped together now. Cisco always made sure he wouldn’t have to get anything else for Harry so that they could shop together for team flash, for Cisco’s family, for Jesse, and enjoy themselves together.
If Harry was being honest, shopping for more than two hours always gave him anxiety. After minute 120, Harry would, without fail, wander down to the massage chairs or find a furniture section in whatever store Cisco was perusing, and promptly relax.
This year was no different. Except things had been extra crazy this year and so Harry was extra tired. So tired, that when he sat down on one of the furniture displays, careful not to ruffle any decorative pillows, that he fell soundly asleep.
When Harry awoke, still comfortable in the armchair he had found to lounge in, the store looked slightly darker. “Cisco?”
“Over here, Babe.” Cisco called back, a few rows over, nose down in a stack of records, picking through.
“Hey Babe, it’s almost ten thirty.” Harry said suddenly looking at his wristwatch. “Doesn’t the mall close at like nine thirty?”
“They would have kicked us out if they were closing,” Cisco shrugged but when he stood he frowned. “When did it get so dark in here?”
Harry’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to start arguing with Cisco.
“Don’t start.” Cisco cut him off at the pass.
“Fine,” Harry stopped “Let’s go check out and get home. It’s appalling being in a retail store after 10pm.”
Cisco rolled his eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”
They stood at the counter, the overhead lights off and the doors leading out to the main mall area, shut. Harry was beginning to fume and Cisco was gearing up for the fight he knew was coming.
“Do you still think they would have kicked us out if they were closing?” Harry asked through gritted teeth.
“We just have to leave our stuff and come back first thing in the morning. Let’s go.” Cisco tried to tug open the doors leading out to the mall and they jerked back against his effort: locked.
Cisco smiled sheepishly at Harry. “Merry Christmas?”
“Oh, this is great. This is soooo great.”
“I really don’t think your sarcasm is going to get us anywhere right now.” Cisco suggested calmly. He started to look behind the counter for a spare key of any kind.
Harry grumbled in Cisco’s general direction.
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When they had exhausted their possible means out of the department store, Harry stormed off.
“Where are you going?” Cisco called after Harry.
Harry, arms folded, stalked off away from his partner. “I’m going to be in the towel section!”
Cisco found Harry half an hour later snuggled and wrapped up in a barrage of giant, fluffy bath towels. “Hey Harry… How are you doing, hun?” Cisco asked, rubbing Harry’s back affectionately.
“I’m annoyed that we’re stuck in the mall, Cisco.” Harry grumbled.
“I know, babe, but we are stuck and that is just how it is. And we can sit here…” Cisco gestured vaguely to Harry’s person, “wrapped in towels or we can try to pull together a tent and maybe some food? What d’you say?” Cisco asked.
Harry turned to Cisco, finally letting some of the towels fall away. “What’s your plan?”
Cisco grinned and kissed Harry squarely on the mouth. “I’m sorry we’re stuck. But there’s no one I’d rather be stuck with than you.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Well I’d rather be un-stuck with you. But since we’re here, we may as well make the best of it. What do you think? You said you had a plan for food and a tent?”
“I didn’t say a plan exactly…” Cisco dodged
Harry looked suddenly utterly unimpressed.
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Harry and Cisco could never have guessed that they’d be spending their night eating frozen mac and cheese they found in the employee freezer. They went to the toaster section and picked one out to cook the mac and cheese in, which was an ordeal in and of itself.
“We should get a cheap one so if they make us pay for it, it’s not that expensive.” Cisco suggested
Harry scoffed. “We should get the damn thing for free after getting stuck in here. Pick out one you’d want to keep.”
Cisco grinned. “I’m sure they’ll give it to us for free after they get one good look at you. You do have the face of a famous person turned murderer you know.”
Harry shrugged “He wasn’t that famous. I’m not that famous even on earth 2.”
“Oh boy, here comes the modesty all of a sudden. Even if you didn’t have the famous face of a murderer, you’re like every retail employee’s worst nightmare. I have seen the Jitters baristas legitimately cower away from you.” Cisco mused
Harry pointed a finger. “Those Jitters baristas did think I was your famous murderer though.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Cisco said, winking when Harry turned to argue again.
“Have you picked a toaster?” Harry decided to ask instead.
“I like this one.” Cisco said, pointing to a toaster oven combo that was a little fancier than Harry would have picked but hey, Harry did tell him to pick one he wanted to keep.
“Good. Plug it in.”
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By 1am they had unboxed a Bluetooth speaker Cisco had decided he would pay for if he needed to. They were listening to music and were dancing around the store.
Cisco danced like no one was watching. His shoes had also long since come off and truth be told, he was feeling a little like Tom Cruise dancing around in his socks.
Dancing for Harry consisted of watching Cisco dance and swaying appreciatively.
Harry approached Cisco. “I should apologize for being grouchy. And. I should have known that even something so unlucky as getting stuck in the mall past closing…” Harry drifted off and chuckled a little to himself. Cisco cocked his head in confusion. “Anyway. I should have known that with you, anything is fun.”
Cisco smiled and his heart swelled. “C’mere.” He said and even though the music was not slow dance music, Harry and Cisco stepped closer to each other. Cisco’s forearms landed on Harry’s shoulders, Harry’s hands landed on Cisco’s waist, and they swayed gently with the music.  
Either way, there was an empty tray of microwave mac and cheese to the side next to them, but Harry had his arms wrapped around Cisco when the janitor came in and scared the two of them half to death.
They gasped and then suddenly looked at each other with wide eyes. “Freedom!” They shouted, in sync.
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Later when Harry and Cisco were safely nestled back at Cisco’s apartment, they were still up. Neither could sleep after the night they’d had and plus, they had a lot to get done before Christmas. Cisco was busy making cookies and Harry was tucked away in Cisco’s bedroom, wrapping gifts.
Suddenly Harry was behind Cisco and there was soft, slow, instrumental Christmas music coming from Harry’s phone.
“Tonight was bizarre. But my big takeaway? We don’t slow dance enough.” Harry extended a hand for Cisco to step into his open arms.
Cisco smiled up at Harry and took off his apron. “Listen Harry, you’re not gonna hear any arguments from me.” He stepped into Harry’s space, putting his arms on his shoulders like they’d been earlier in the evening.
Harry cocked his head at Cisco and faked a gasp, as he snaked his arms around Cisco’s waist. “No arguments from you? That’ll be a first.”
Cisco gave Harry a look but they started to sway to the music and all Cisco could think to say was:
“Merry Christmas, Harry.”
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