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asimpforarmin · 3 years

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Not so Safe? 💛

Content: Armin Arlert x Reader, Modern AU, two dorks being awkward

Summary: You and Armin go to the beach during quarantine as a way to get away from the stressors of life, keeping safe during it.

WC: 2,123

Genre: fluff?? maybe i guess. Wholesome stuff.

Warnings: None

A/n: This is my first fic on this account and also the first one I’ve written in a long time, so this might be bad, idk. Btw check out this playlist: https://youtu.be/1_2lm4tS9N4 It’s really nice and I listened to it while working on this. Ok bye-

You were bored, just slouching in bed late at night waiting for something to happen. Since quarantine hit, you really haven’t been able to see your friends, well not without a screen. You’ve been keeping up with your closest friends, Connie, Sasha, and Armin, and playing Minecraft with them when you don’t have (or don’t do) your schoolwork. You’ve been missing actually hanging out with them though.

So you decided to group message them about it, see if they wanted to go do something, taking safety precautions of course. Turns out Sasha’s mom wouldn’t let her go anywhere because she was worried for her, and Connie was staying with family out of state. But Armin could come.

You moved to private messages to talk to Armin about it, so you don’t spam the group chat or make Sasha and Connie jealous.

“Hey, are you free on Friday?” you asked.

You quickly saw him typing back to you, “Sorry, no, but I can do something on Wednesday or Thursday.”

You sat up a bit, “Alright, either one works for me.” You had that equivalent of awkward silence between texts where neither of you know what to say. “Which one do you prefer?”

He responds after a moment of thinking. “Wednesday’s fine. What do you wanna do?”

You thought it over for a moment, not actually expecting to get this far. “I know that ice cream shop down the road’s open. We could get some ice cream and head down to the beach for a while and just screw around if you want.”

“Sure. Which ice cream shop again?” He questioned. Armin lived not too far from you and had been over a couple times.

“That one we pass when you come over. Taking a right from my house it’s on that corner, a few shops down from the gas station.”

“Oh that one! Ok.” He responded.

“Did you get your bike fixed?” You asked. You all had bikes and would go places on them before the whole virus thing happened. Thing is, Connie crashed into Armin after hitting a pothole and totaled his front spokes.

“Yeah, it’s all ready to go. Do you have a cooler?”

“I know there’s one somewhere in the garage that I can find and clean out.”

“Alright, I’ll see you Wednesday?”

“Definitely.”

You were excited to see at least one of your close friends during the pandemic. You set your alarm for tomorrow, which was Monday. You only had to wait until Wednesday to see him.

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Wednesday rolled around soon enough and you had just finished the last of today’s schoolwork. You packed up a backpack with some extra snacks, water, and some bandages in case either of you fall.

You texted Armin “Hey, where do you wanna meet?”

“I can just meet you at the ice cream place if you want.”

“You sure? That's kinda far from where you are.”

“I’ll be fine, it's not terribly far.”

“Alright, well I’ll see you there.”

“Cya,” he signed off.

You put your phone in your backpack, before dusting off that old cooler, filling it with ice, and putting it in your bike basket. You set out for the shop feeling good. You haven’t been outside in a while, and feeling the wind against your skin felt perfect.

You went down the road a ways, pulling up into the shop’s parking lot. You pulled your bike over and leaned it against the curb with the kickstand, and waited for Armin.

About 10 minutes later, the blond comes into view, pulling into the lot, spotting you, and heading over. You look up at him, pulling your mask up as he does the same. He wipes his brow as he’s hauling his bike over. “Hey, how are you?” he asks, looking down and putting his kickstand to the curb.

Your smile, “Good, how about you?” In all honesty you were great now that he’s here. You haven’t seen him in person for around 11 months and you’ve missed him.

He looked back up at you and you could tell he was smiling even under his mask.

“I’m fine, happy to be outside,” he sighed.

“Hey, your hair’s a little longer,” you pointed out.

He blushed a tiny bit, “I’ve only gotten it cut once during this and now since everything’s reopening, my mother’s scared to take me to get it cut again. The only reason she let me come on this trip was because it’s contactless.”

“I see, well either way it looks cute,” you reassured him.

He let out a small laugh, “Thanks.”

“Anyways,” you say, going up to the front of the building, “what flavor do you want?” You put some gloves on before reaching for your wallet.

“I’ll just have the cookie dough.” Armin pulls out his phone to pay that way.

“Hey, I can pay for both of us if you want,” you say, looking over at Armin.

“It’s fine, I have my own money,” he politely declines.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s my pleasure,” you say, taking money out of your wallet, enough for the two of you. “What size do you want?”

He puts his phone back into his pocket, looking up at the size chart. “I’ll just have a medium.” You nod and go up to tell the person at the counter your orders. A few minutes later, your orders are in the window. You hand the cashier the money, then take off your gloves and grab your ice creams. You put the bowls in Tupperware and then in the cooler.

“You ready to go?” You ask Armin. He nods, clicking his helmet back into place and getting on his bike. You get back on your bike too and the both of you head out.

It’s another 10 minutes before you get to the beach. It isn’t the best weather for this kind of visit. It’s overcast and a little bit foggy, but it’s still a nice place to hang out.

The both of you lock your bikes up and take your ice cream out of the cooler. You hand Armin his dessert and open your own.

“Wish the weather was better,” you commented, looking up at the grey sky.

“Well if the sky’s not clear, that means less people will come,” Armin points out, looking over at you. You nod and look around for a spot to sit down. “We could go over there,” Armin suggests. He’s pointing at a couple boulders decently spaced apart up on the hill away form everything.

“Ok,” you say. You both start going over. There’s no one else at the beach besides a few random people chilling at the shoreline. Armin hops up on the boulder to the right and you get on the left one.

“Thanks for paying for this,” Armin sheepishly says, taking a bite.

“It’s no problem, I’m happy to,” you say. God, you wish you could hug him. Quarantine’s been horrible to your social interaction, plus you may have an inkling of attraction to him. Even to just hold his hand would be ethereal. But you can’t. You need to stay safe, and you don’t know if he feels the same about you.

“So, um, how’s your week been so far?” He inquires.

“It’s been okay. Hating school as usual, but besides that I’ve had a good time keeping up with you all,” you say.

He takes another bite before speaking, “If you want, I could help you out with your work if you’re having trouble.” This wasn’t the first time he offered, but you felt like too much for agreeing last time.

“I’ll think about it, I’m managing alright for now though. How about you? How’s quarantine been treating you?” You ask him.

“I’ve been able to keep up with things for the most part, but it does get tiring. It’s good to finally get out of the house again.” You nod and both of you just sit there for a moment, eating and looking out at the ocean. You couldn’t see that far out because of the fog, but what you could see was nice.

The waves slowly crashed against the sand and rocks while you heard gulls above you. You cherished this moment, as simple as it is. Even if your feelings were unmatched, he was still your best friend. You get butterflies whenever he’s around. He makes you happy and anxious in the best ways possible.

Armin looks up before taking out his phone. “Looks like it’s supposed to rain in a bit.”

“That’s a bummer, I wish we could stay out here longer,” you say.

“We can always come back. I’m still free tomorrow.” You perked up at his suggestion.

“Same, we can do that,” you quickly reply. He nods his head in agreement.

“Same time?”

“Sure.” You both went back to eating for a moment. “We should do this more. This is fun.”

“I do quite like this. It’s relaxing to take a break every now and then,” he says.

The two of you keep talking, about home, friends, hobbies, school, etc, when you felt a raindrop on your cheek. You look over at Armin, who looks up at the rain.

“Guess it’s time to go,” he says, slightly frowning. You stand up, getting the trash from your ice cream and start walking over to the trash can. It’s under one of those buildings that look like metal car awnings, but with benches and the board that shows the directory and rules of the beach. Armin follows suit.

“We really should have checked the weather,” you say, disposing of your trash, “I don’t feel comfortable with either of us biking in the rain on the road like this.”

Armin throws his trash away, “We’ll be okay, it’s not a whole lot,” he says. “Besides, you can call someone if you don’t feel comfortable.”

You sit down on a bench, looking on your phone. “Looks like it’s not supposed to stay for too long. We could just stay here for a while if you’re okay with it.” He sits down next to you and nods. He looks between you two and sees the small gap.

“Sorry,” he says as he moves further away.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you say. You want to tell him how you feel, you really do, but if he doesn’t feel the same, you’re afraid things won’t go back to normal.

You start to say his name at the same time he speaks, which causes you to both chuckle. “You go first,” he says.

“Go ahead, I’ve already forgotten what I was saying.”

“That quickly?” he smiles.

“Apparently.”

“Well I- I don’t know how to put this properly, but…”

“But what?”

“I want to do this more often, and I know you already said that but I really miss hanging out with you.” He looks over at you, waiting for your reaction.

“I miss you too,” you say. You felt your cheeks darken as your face warmed up. You look over at him, he was just the same as you. That gave you the confidence you needed. “I really like you, Armin.”

He looks up at you suddenly, “You mean like, more than friends?” he asks you nervously.

“Yeah. More than friends. I have for a while but I just haven’t said anything.” You look away until he says something, not wanting to face him as he’s making up his mind, but he answers almost immediately.

“I do too! I- I mean I just didn’t say anything because I wasn’t sure if you felt the same.” You felt your breath hitch in your throat, wanting to say something, but you just didn’t have the right words.

“Well, um, we should definitely do this more often then,” you finally say, giving him a smile.

“Do you uh, want to hold hands?” he asks shyly.

“Should we?”

“It’ll be fine as long as we wash our hands when we get home.” You nodded and stuck out your hand. He took it as he moved a bit closer to you.

You two just sat there for a moment, taking everything in. The rain, each other, the sounds coming from the road. Even though it seemed so new, it felt good. It felt right. Armin started speaking again, talking about how he’s been thinking of this moment for a long time. You smiled and continued the conversation for a decent half hour, still clasping hands.

You finally heard the rain let up and the sun began to shine through the clouds.

“You want to go down to the shore for a bit now?” You asked him.

“Of course,” he said. You got up, taking him by the hand down the hill.

#aot #aot x reader #snk #snk x reader #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin x reader #fluff? i guess

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 3 years

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hi !! can I please get a 🍰?

i just came across of you writing and it is so cute !! (´-﹏-`；) every post made me feel all warm & fuzzy inside ~ please feel free to totally ignore this if this isn't the proper way to ask or if you already closed your request (also I'm sorry if you already closed your request I didn't noticed) . Also sorry if this has any grammatical errors or if the descriptions don't make sense, english isn't my first language.

so, uhm, to begin my name is elliot (she/her) I'm 5'4, I'm from argentina (south america) i speak spanish & english (among other languages) idk how much I'm supposed to put on here so I'm just going to describe myself as redacted as possible. (Don't know if this is necessary but I'm jewish ¿) ^_________^

I have short brown wavy hair, just a couple of centimeters below my ears, i have bangs, I'm very pale ¿ not chubby but also not skinny average if i may say so. My fashion style changes from time to time but i usually wear clothing in the range of black to white, also sometimes I like trying whatever aesthetic is going around at the time.

Personality wise I'm pretty calm at first, i'm not very good with getting to know new people so I try to be as quite as possible but once I get comfortable i tend to be very loud, i like making my friends laugh since i think that's the most sincere way of knowing they talk to me because they like me. I would say I'm like the mom friend/therapist friend since i really like helping and listening people talk. I love having deep conversations with friends/loved ones, they give me this sense of connection nothing else can give me. I am very blunt and it usually comes off as rude but i try to sugar-coat my words as much as possible.

And while I very much love everyone who is friends with me I have a very hard time showing it and/or showing my empathy for them (one of the reasons as to why I'm not good with meeting new people) but i try to become a better version of me day to day.

What i look in a person is someone who can understand me and my boundaries, since I'm germophobic PDA isn't really something that i enjoy doing but with time i can get myself around to it. Someone whom I can trust enough to be emotionally open with and vice versa. Talkative or not doesn't matter to me. My love language is acts of service. ^_________^

I hope you have a really amazing day ! ! remember to drink water and eat something yummy (*＾3＾)/～♡ don't be too harsh on yourself and keep in mind that many people love you, ba-bye ! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯

🍰 for @vvanteffect

Romantic Matchup

Sakusa Kiyoomi

How yall met

You guys met during the All-Japan Youth Training Camp

(You were a partial manager from Nekoma during that time)

Shockingly enough he actually approached you

Granted his cousin was forcing him to socialize but that's not important

He had noticed how you tended to stay away from other people or how when you did talk to someone it was usually a very short conversation

Basically you seemed like the least contaminated person he could talk to so he just went for it

Right away he noticed how blunt you were

Like he would ask you a question adn the longest answer you would give him was about a sentence

“Hey how are you”

“Good”

“Uh so what school are you from”

“Nekoma”

You get what i'm saying

But honestly he didn't really care he just kept talking to you

And the longer he talked to you the longer your responses would get

You guys spent the rest of camp together

And when it was time to go home you exchanged numbers so you could stay in contact

Your schools weren't too far from each other so you guys would see each other in person when you were both free

And well he ended up falling for you

What they love about you

Of course he loves that your also a partial germaphobe

It makes it easier for him to be around you knowing that you try your best to stay clean

He loves how simple you are

From the clothes you wear

To how you talk to other people

He tends to over analize if people are to complicated

But with you everything is just short and sweet

He loves how good of a listener you are

Like if he's had a bad day he can just call you and rant about it

And not only do you listen

But you also help him solve his problems

This next one isn't really something he loves more like something he's proud of

He's very proud that he's gained enough of your trust for you to talk to him

Like full blown conversations

Your guys convos have come a long way from the very first conversation you had

He's just happy that you trust him enough to talk to him

What you love about them

You love that he respects your boundaries

Let's be honest here

Mans isn't really into PDA either

Like come on

LOOK who were talking about here

But that's not the only boundary he respects

He respects All of your boundaries

Like all you have to do is tell him you don't like something and he'll stop

You love how he can handle your bluntness and not get offended

Honestly when you look back on how you met him

Your shocked that he even kept talking to you

That whole training camp people would keep on trying to talk to you

But then leave after a short while because you were being blunt and they took it the wrong way

But not Sakusa

He kept on talking to you even when you were acting pretty cold

And your very appreciative about that

Favorite things to do together

Ok so even though you live semi close together

It's not like your neighbors

So his favorite thing to do with you is to just facetime you and talk about each others days

And when you guys are able to get together

He prefers that you both just stay inside for the most part

So you do just that

Usually your in person hangouts include playing board games, reading,or watching movies together

And if you guys decide to go out

He makes you wear a mask the whole time

And you guys will usually just take a walk at a park or on the beach

Somewhere where theres not a lot of people yk

Random Hc

He has bought you two matching masks

His homescreen on his phone is a picture of you that he took while facetime you

Once you guys were in public and he accidently gave you a kiss while both of your masks were on

And now thats just became a norm for you two

You guys have these matching pajamas

Friendship Matchup

Kuroo Tetsurou

How yall met

You are Nekomas manager

And since kuroo was the captain you worked very closely with him

Which eventually made a friendship bloom

Why you became friends

He kind of saw you as a compitition if that makes sense??

Like when he first met you it's almost like you didn't want to talk to him

Which couldn't be true because he's awesome!

Sure you are kuroo

Anyways kenma had made some backhand comment on how some people just dont wanna talk to him

And kuroo was like 🧐

So he made it his goal to befriend you

It started with him having basic conversation with you everyday

Then it turned into him talking to you during the school day

Which then turned into him inviting you to hand out after school

Eventually you guys just became besties

What yall love about each other

He loves how straightforward you are

Like if you don't like something youll say it

If someones ticking you off you'll tell them

Even though your bluntness is something you get insecure about sometimes

He thinks it's one of your best traits

He also loves that you are bilingual

It makes for a good time when your ranting about something because your languages will start to blend

And if your really mad you'll just switch to spanish and just start ranting

And even though he can't understand a word your saying

He just smile and nods till your done

You love how deep your conversations can get

Like he'll play along with whatever deep topic you talk about

“What's the meaning of life”

“I would say its to give life a meaning”

Yeah y'all talked about that for HOURS

You also like how helpful he is

If your ever having a hard time managing the team he'll always offer a helping hand

And if your ever struggling with schoolwork he's always there to help you

Random Hc

He was very shocked when you and Sakusa started dating

He threatened to kick his ass if he ever broke up with you

Hes tried to learn spanish but gave up after a week

But he did learn how to say all the cuss words in spanish

After he befriended you he rubbed it in kenmas face

Kenma was just like 😐 ok

But kuroo took satisfaction in his victory

You really had kuroo thinking for a whole day when you asked him

Did the color orange come before the fruit? Or is it vice versa?

Still hasn't come up with an answer to that question

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu matchups #sakusa hcs #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x y/n #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo hcs #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsurō

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asahi-is-baby · 4 years

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𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓛𝓮𝓿 𝓤𝓹 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓟𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: This is my first request and I was so happy to see this. I apologize for taking like two days to write it. I have been doing schoolwork all day and then i work on a diff. project that has been taking up my time. Tomorrow, actually have to start a project for school that’s due this Sunday oop- (she assigned it to us on February). This was also not edited so have fun torturing your eyes.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛: Haiba Lev x Reader

𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚢: Fluff

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: none :)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 436

Ok so let's set the scene.

Lev was running away from yaku after making fun of his height for like the 549383th time

Kuroo was bothering Kenma as always and like the rest of the team were being the clowns they are minus kai of course cause he is a sweetheart.

You’re going to pick Lev up from practice because they had a study date more like a yelling at lev to focus date

The moment you step into the gym, all eyes are on you.

Kuroo comes up to her and he’s like “yo y/n what are you doing here?”

“I'm here to pick my boyfriend up, thank you very much?”

*cue Kuroo choking on his own spit*

“Whomst?”

And then Lev just comes running to you and he’s like all energetic and happy cause you know, he loves you awwwww

He hugs you so tightly and pecks you on the cheek cause like PDA? Don't know her

“Babe what are you doing here?’

*cue Kuroo choking on his own spit again*

“You guys are dating???”

Everyone is *shooketh* bewildered and like they’re all waiting for you to confirm because they would not be surprised if lev just ignored your personal space

“Yeah, we started dating a while ago. I’ve come to pick him multiple times before, how did you not notice?”

“We just thought you were close friends!! This is much different!”

“I told you guys we were dating tho!!”

“We thought you were kidding Lev!”

Lev: heart been broken so many times before

Kenma isn't talking but he’s praying for your sanity on the inside.

You noticed that it was getting late and you really wanted to make sure that Lev did his homework cause you know he wouldn't do zilch

“Sorry guys we have to go, it's getting late.”

“Bye guys!!!!!!” Lev is like ready to walk out of the gym until yaku speaks up

“Get changed and grab your bags clown” yaku is a mom™

So lev gets changed and grabs his stuff yk yk

He runs up to you and gives you yet another hug

“Thank you for picking me up.” He's soft all of the sudden.

He grabs your faces and leans down to give you a cute lil smooch

“You don't need to thank me lev, buuuut you could give me a piggyback ride”

Lev is ecstatic and he literally just kneels down and spreads his arms out

“Of course baby hop on!” my heart just went poof

Overall, he’s a big sweetheart and like his heart explodes the moment he sees you come through the gym doors.

#requests #haiba lev #lev haiba #lev haiba x reader #lev x reader #haikyuu lev #haiba lev x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #fanfics #x reader #headcannons #nekoma

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flokive · 4 years

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weather boy - cth

description: fratboy!cal au with a LOT of vine references // part one of a 4 part series: a year in the life of calum and his roommate. writers note: a little something i’ve been writing for my baby @ashtonsos, enjoy! wordcount: 1638

warnings: none really

fall

"Shouldn't you be studying?" You looked up from your phone when you heard your dorm mate's husky voice. "Piss off frat." You huffed and you returned your gaze back at your screen. "I didn't know you participated in these kinds of events, Gilmore, especially a carwash. I like it. Will we be seeing you on top of our cars soon?" Calum laughed when you rolled your eyes at the nickname Calum gave you when the two of you met for the first time.

You had moved in a week before classes started, Calum arrived on the final moving day, the Friday before the start of the year. He threw his stuff in his room and tried to introduce himself, the cool and popular frat boy, to his new roommate, a girl with her hair bundled up in two messy braids and surrounded with empty to-go coffee cups. You were already studying when he first entered the shared living room. In the background, an episode of Gilmore Girls was playing. “It’s white noise for me.” You explained when he asked why the television was on but you weren’t really watching it. “It helps me study.” You shrugged and re-focused on your schoolwork. “My name Calum by the way, if you were interested.” He sighed and that was that. The two of you would exchange some greetings when you ran into each other in the dorm but you would completely ignore each other on campus. A few weekends in, Calum walked into the living room again, all dressed up for the first frat party of the year. You were watching Gilmore Girls, again, and drinking coffee, again. “Well Gilmore,” Calum started, “are you going to be a buzzkill and watch this show the whole evening or are you going to be fun and come to this party with me?” “What do you think, frat boy.” You respond lazily and paused the show. Calum lifted one eyebrow, a cocky expression appearing on his face. A deep sigh escaped your lips. “You know what. You just go your way, I’ll go mine. Ok?” Calum shrugged. “Okay.” “And you know, if we’re ever meant to be friends, which I doubt, I’ll meet you there. Now, let me watch my show in peace, and please don’t be too loud when you come barging in with some blonde sorority chick?” The boy laughed, shook his head, and nodded in agreement. “Sure Gilmore, whatever you want.”

“Wait…” Calum says, “Don’t tell me you’re actually in a sorority and you’re not some weird study girl who goes to college only to get a diploma?” “I am not.” You answered annoyed, “I’m only doing this because a friend needed some extra hands.” Calum chuckled. “So, what do you want, frat boy?” You asked, finally putting away your phone. “I want what everybody wants,” he shrugged, “I want to have my car washed by one of those sexy sorority girls.” You rolled your eyes and accepted the money Calum gave you, in exchange for a carwash ticket. “You can leave your car there,” you explained to him, pointing to the parking space on your left side. “Some of those sexy sorority girls will be there any minute.” Calum took the ticket from your hands, his fingertips brushing against the palm of your hands. The touch felt hot against your skin, making you pull your hand back as fast as possible. Calum didn’t seem to notice your reaction to the touch, as he tucked away the little paper in his short, before jogging back to his friends.

"Oof, it's hot out today." The voice of Calum seemed to haunt you today. “Did not expect to see you on top of a car. How’s the weather up there Roomie?" You sighed, rolled your eyes, and looked down into Calum's dark brown eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy." You said with a sarcastic tone and lifted your eyebrows awaiting a snarky comment from the brown-haired boy. Calum chuckled, shook his head, and pushed his friends towards the other cars. "C'mon mates, let's see if our cars are not dented and let vine girl here do her job." He and his friends walked away to a new victim to annoy. You shook your head, kind of confused that Calum didn't bite back and you finished washing the car.

“You’re SO owning me one.” You hissed at your friend when you attempted to get all the soap off of your clothes. “Of course,” your friend laughed, “I’ll buy you all the coffee and carrot cake you want, okay?” A genuine smile appeared on your face when you embraced your friend. “Yes, I’d like that very much.” “Now?” “Now, please.”

The first few weeks of university flew by and before you knew it Halloween was coming up. You and Calum were on relatively speaking terms after the carwash conversation and were actually able to have some sort of conversation. You would talk about some of the classes you were taking, the food you wanted to order, asking if the other person would also like some tacos, and there was even some small talk about the possibility of hosting one of many Halloween parties on campus. "The fuck is all this?" Calum asked when entering the dorm room after a long day of lectures and studying. "It's frikking bats." You responded, proudly looking at your Halloween decorations. "I love Halloween.” Calum chuckled, hearing you use one of his favorite vines. “I love that vine.” You turned around with such speed you needed to reach for the couch to steady yourself. “You? Love vines?” You asked excitingly. “Um yeah. Of course, I do. I’m not some crazy person who doesn’t know the world's greatest comedy alive?!” “I’m starting to like you more and more, weather boy.” “You’re not so bad yourself, Gilmore.”

The Halloween party was a success. Not only because everybody showed up and the campus police had to shut it down but also because you and Calum finally understood each other and were developing an actual friendship. The two of you would hang out on campus and would go out for lunch together every other Saturday. When you arrived at your favorite coffee house, ordered your favorite breakfast, you would sit down on the faded, brown leather couches overlooking the campus. “God I really needed this coffee.” You sighed when you took your first sip. “These tests and papers are kicking my ass.” Calum patted on your head to let you know he felt for you and took a bite of his chocolate chip pancakes. “Just two more weeks and it’s Christmas break. We’re almost there, Gilmore.” You nodded and nuzzled yourself on the big couch, watching the people walking outside and waiting at the register.

“It’s so weird seeing that girl with that guy. They totally don’t fit together.” You felt the eyes of the two blonde sorority girls, standing near the register, burning on your skin. You tapped Calum on his leg, trying to get his attention. “Girls are talking about us again.” You whispered and took another sip of your cappuccino. Calum shrugged and patted your leg. “So what if they’re talking. I don’t really care. I’d rather sit here with you and be talked about, than stand there with those two blondes and being talked about.” A smile crept on your face and you tried to ignore the two girls talking about you.

“You know what I heard though.” “What?” “They are roommates.”

“’Mah god, they are roommates.” The two of you mumbled in sync.

It was a typical Saturday night on campus, everybody either went out or went on dates. When Calum finally emerged from the bathroom after taking an hour to get himself ready he puts up a little fashion show for you. “And?” Calum asked, attempting to impersonate runway models. “Don’t I look dapper.” You looked up from your book and checked Calum out. He’s wearing his white button-up shirt, which hugs his arms perfectly, a classic pair of black jeans and some black loafers. You slowly bit your lip when you looked into the boy's brown eyes. “Yes…” you said softly. The boy smiled back and walked towards the door to get his coat and steals one last glance in the mirror. “Well, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Calum joked and he looked at you, all tucked in under your favorite blanket on your favorite lazy chair. For a second Calum doubted if he should leave. For a second he wondered what it would be like to just stay here and maybe cuddle with you under the big pile of blankets, watching your favorite series and having you falling asleep against his chest. The thoughts got rudely interrupted by your sweet voice.

“Bye Calum!” You shooed and you gave him a small wave. "And remember.” You said quickly when Calum opened the door. Calum looked at you hopefully, hoping you would ask him to come home early, asking him not to leave, but you didn’t seem to notice the change in his eyes when you continued your sentence.

"Nobody will ever be able to hate you more than you already hate yourself.” And with that remark, your attention went back to the book you were holding in your hand. Calum closed the door leaving you behind with a soft sigh, failing to see you wiping away a single tear.

With the sound of the closing door, you threw your book away in frustration and buried your face in Calum’s green hoodie you used as an extra pillow. Sniffing the familiar scent of your roommate you thought back to a few weeks ago. Ever since the Halloween party, something had shifted in the friendship between the two of you.

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baffling-bisexual-quack · 3 years

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Death Brings Us Closer

Hey!!! This is the first fic i’ve ever posted, so it’s kind of nerve-wracking. It’s a peter parker x reader fic, and i tried to be gender-neutral. Also it’s disregarding a ton of events in the movies... If anyone sees this, positive comments are encouraged :)

Warning: Swearing & near-death experience ( i don’t dive into that)

Summary: You’re recovering from a near-death experience with the avengers.

You jumped. It seemed uncalled for, but this was your personality. You were always bullied in college, but this was extreme. A group of kids, boys & girls alike had chased you up onto the roof of the Mettely dorms. The dusty ground was hard to get your fitting on, but they had pursued you up there with no problems. Now, they were backing into you. The main problem was that this roof had no barrier, so one wrong move and you would be flying down a 10-story drop. Might as well just kill yourself now. You gulped hard as you glanced behind you. The edge of the building was less than 2 feet away, and the people were still coming towards you. You needed a plan, and now.

“What, you afraid of heights?” The guy you assumed was the leader said. He had a smug look on his face.

The thing is, you were a spiteful person. If someone said you couldn’t do something, you went right ahead and did it, not caring whether you would get hurt or die. That was mainly the reason you’d reputation was so bad.

“You can’t survive that jump! Nobody can! So why don’t you just surrender now?” The rest of the people nodded & smirked, agreeing with the guy.

Like an idiot, you went “No one can survive it, huh? Then I’ll be the first!”

You jumped off the roof. Big mistake. The ground was cement under you. Nothing to break you fall. Your life flashed before your eyes. You didn’t think it would end at the age of 19. As your head hit the cement, you heard gasps had shouts from everyone around you. All you could feel was a throbbing pain in your lungs and your head. Well this is what death feels like, you thought. It was the last thing you thought before you blacked out, barely breathing. You didn’t hear a person trying to talk to you, you didn’t feel him pick you up, you didn’t see his car that he rushed you in to get you to the safest place he knew, where some of the best doctors were.

He didn’t know if you were alive anymore.

When you woke up, you could hear people discussing something about someone. Your head was throbbing and it felt like there was an elephant sitting on your stomach. You opens you eyes to see 5 different people who you had never met in your life standing over you. Wait, you may have seen two of them before, but right now, you believed everything and nothing.

“Hurgruphungf” you said trying to get up. You were quickly pushed back down by a boy.

“Where.... what... who...??” You mange to stutter out.

“Oh, you’re up. I can’t believe you’re alive. That was a pretty bad fall. What were you doing jumping off a 10-story building, anyway? Are you suicidal? That’s rough. Anyway, based on the diagnosis and some of the treatments...” You cut the boy off by covering his mouth with your hand, which had a metric ton of tubes taped to it.

“Who. The fuck. Are you.” You said, making it clear that there was no messing about with you.

“Ah, you probably don’t know me. We go to the same university, NYU? I’m in second year, and I think you’re in first? Do I have that right? Anyway, I’m Peter, and this is Bruce, Shuri, Dad, and Dr. Dad. Also known and Tony and Stephen.”

“Ah, yes, knowing there names. That makes me understand why I’m in a hospital bed and my head really hurts and I’m surrounded by a bunch of fucking geniuses!!!” You snapped back. It was just your nature in times like this that you got really sarcastic & snarky.

“Oh, I guess you wouldn’t remember. You jumped off the Mettely dorms roof? Possibly because you’re suicidal? I think? I mean you might not be, but, I-“ Peter was babbling, so you decided to help him by slapping your have over his mouth again.

“I’m not suicidal, those people were backing me into the edge of the roof and there was no barrier so I was going to fall. They’re these bullies and I’ve been their target since the first day I got to university but they never went so far as to almost push me off a building. Then one of them said I couldn’t jump off the side of the building so I had to prove them wrong, right? So I jumped off to show them I could survive and now I’m here.” You stopped to take a breath. By now everyone in the room was staring at you. Even the Bruce guy had stopped checking your vitals to stare at you. Peter gently removed your head from his face and asked,

“So you’re not suicidal?”

“Yeah.” You replied. You had decided that you liked him. For now. As long as he didn’t do anything idiotic or mean.

“Good to know.” He said.

Then, the guy named Tony started taking about your injuries and what they needed to do. It bored you after about 30 seconds, and Peter noticed this and caught your eye, giving you a thumbs up. You gave him a small smile.

“Got it?” Tony concluded.

“Um, yeah, as long as there are no amputations and I can walk and stuff after.” You said, trying not to make it obvious you weren’t listening.

“No, no amputations. There will be surgery, though, and it will take about a year to recover.” The Stephen guy said. He looked like a wizard or something, with those clearly defined cheekbones.

“A fucking year??” You asked dubiously.

“Yes.” Stephen responded.

“Do you have a plan for keeping up with schoolwork?” Shuri asked.

“I don’t even have a ‘pla’” you respond. Peter gives a small laugh at your friends quote.

“Alright, we’re gonna have to put your under for this. Peter, out.” Bruce said, getting down to business.

“But I-“

“Out, Peter!”

“Hmph.”

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After you had woken up, it was revealed that you had been asleep for a day and a half. Much longer than they had expected. But you were alive, and the surgery was a success. It left you feeling like shit.

Peter came to visit you with this really, really tall guy who didn’t look human. He was blonde with one blue and one brown-ish colour. He was wearing armour, which was weird because it didn’t seem like there was a fight going on. Also, he had a huge hammer. Were they planning to just kill you now?

“Hey, you’re up! I just wanted to check. This is my friend, Thor. Thor, this is... I actually don’t think I know your name! Weird. What is it?”

“It’s y/n.”

“Ah. Well, Thor, this is y/n.”

“Greetings, midgardian! I am Thor, god of thunder, king of Asgard.”

“Well, I’m y/n, the biggest idiot you’ll ever meet, who lives their life out of spite.”

Peter laughed a little at this. He seemed to like your sense of humour, which is a good sign.

“I am very unfamiliar with midgardian culture. Anything I should know?” Thor asked eagerly.

“Yes. Live by this word, which is ‘being in a total state of awareness’. The word is: Unagi.” You said, doing the hand motion with your first two fingers like a gun next to your eyeball. Thor gave you a confused look, but nodded along. Peter was laughing really hard, by was trying to hide it.

“Also, the best pickup line is ‘how you doin’?” Peter added on.

“I see.” Thor said, intrigued.

“What’re you guys telling him?” Bruce said, walking in to check on you to or like the ninth time today.

“Unagi.” You said, doing the hand motion.

“And ‘how you doin’?’” Peter said.

Bruce facepalmed. “Don’t listen to them. They’re trying to mess with you.”

“I am confused.” Thor said.

“Alright, you two need to get out so y/n can rest.” Bruce said, ending the conversation.

“Bye, y/n. By the way, I’m spider-man.” Peter said as he left.

“Wait, what? You’re joking, right?” You said. Peter just smiled and left the room with Thor.

“He’s spider-man?” You ask Bruce, hoping that he was joking.

“Yeah, I guess you should know, since you’re gonna be here for awhile. He’s spider-man, I’m the hulk, Tony’s iron man and Stephen’s the sorcerer supreme. Cool, right?” Bruce said nonchalantly.

“Um, yeah. That’s kind of a big deal! I mean like I’m surrounded by avengers & stuff... like. Wow.” You said, slightly shocked.

“Do you wanna lift your arm?” Bruce asked. You knew the question was rhetorical, but you took the opportunity anyway.

“Oh, I wish I could, but I don’t want to.” You said, quoting friends again.

“You’re just like a friends quote machine, aren’t you?”

“Yyyyep!”

“So anyway, what’s going on for you?” Bruce asked.

“Well, I’m in a hospital bed surrounded by avengers, so that happens. You?”

Bruce sighed. “I’m trying to find a way to ask Thor out, but I don’t know how.”

“I’m not great with advice, but can I interest you with a sarcastic comment?”

Bruce have you a dirty look.

“Fine, I’ll stop.” You said.

“Really?”

“No.”

“Ok, well. I really like him, but he’s dated girls in the past and he might not be gay and I don’t want to ruin our really close friendship, y’know?”

“Yeah, that’s a tough situation. If he doesn’t like you than this is all a moo point. It’s like a cow’s opinion. It doesn’t matter. It’s moo.” You replies, hoping he wouldn’t choke the life out of you. Bruce laughed a little and went back to checking you.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here.

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“Come on! A horse would totally win in a fight with a cow!” You laughed, debating with Peter. You two had gotten really close over the past year. You had even gotten to go on a vacation with the avengers. Your life had pretty much gone back to normal. You had your own room in the avengers tower, because Bruce, Shuri, Tony and Stephen wanted to make sure you were ok. You would be leaving in a week, and it was sad to think you had to leave these people who’d basically become your family behind. It felt wrong. But they didn’t want you here, right? They were just being nice & caring for you. Yeah. It’s right to leave.

“Hey, you know Thor & Bruce went on a date?” Peter said.

“They didn’t!”

“They did! They’re a thing now!”

“Oh my god!”

“I know!”

“Ah, i’m gonna miss this.” You said kind of sadly.

“Yeah. Why do you have to go?” Peter pouted.

“It’s not helpful for me to stay here! I’m just a thorn in your guys’ side.”

Peter gave you a disappointed look. Over the course of the year, he had fallen in love with you. He tried really hard to repress it, but he just loved everything about you and it broke his heart that you had to go. You would see each other on campus, but it wasn’t the same. The worst part is you were totally oblivious to it.

“Do you ever have bad days?” Peter asked.

“Sure, I have my bad days, but then I remember what a cute smile I have. Hey, I have an idea for a trick we can play on Thor.” You said, a mischievous smile on your face.

“Do you wanna get Loki to help?”

“Yes. Trust me, it’ll be great.”

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A week later, it was the day of your departure. By 9:00 am, you had gotten all of your stuff together. It was only a backpack of clothes, because that’s all you really needed when you were there. The avengers supplied the rest. You went to the living room where most of the avengers were to say goodbye.

“Hey, guys. Just wanted to say bye before I leave.”

Stephen and a couple other people stood up and walked over to talk to you.

“You sure have made a fast recovery for someone who almost died a year ago.” Tony joked. He was practically hanging off Stephen’s side.

“Yeah. Well. You know how it is.” You said.

“I’m going to miss all your friends quotes.” Bruce said. You knew this was genuine. You two were also pretty close.

“Could I recommend watching a little more ‘ESPN’ and a little less ‘E.’?” You knew it would make Bruce laugh.

After all the other goodbyes were done, Peter came in to say goodbye. You were going to miss that asshole so much. He came in and you and him stood in front of the elevator facing each other.

“Bye, Peter.” You practically whispered. You were forcing yourself not to cry. Instead of responding, he stepped towards you, put your head in his hands, and kissed you.

It was slow and nice, soft but still firm. You were standing there in shock for a few seconds. You had never really felt love for Peter, but as he kissed you you could feel yourself fall in love with him. It didn’t take you long to relax and start kissing him back, hands moving to his waist to pull him even closer. You had both totally forgotten that every single avenger was standing right there. When you both finally pulled back, staring at each other for what seemed like eternity. His eyes were so chocolaty brown. How had you never noticed that? He gave out a little nervous laugh, surprised you had kissed him back. The moment ended when Bruce cleared his through to draw to your attention that everyone was staring at you. You glanced to them, then Peter. Everyone was quiet for a few minutes. Even Tony had no snarky or sarcastic comment to make. That’s a first.

“Um... hey, guys....” Peter stutters out. It just makes the tension in the room grow.

“Please tell me the rest of you guys just say Peter & y/n kiss.” Nat said.

You gave everyone a half smile and turned your head back to Peter.

“You should stay here.” He whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Maybe I will.” You said, smiling like an idiot.

“He’s their lobster!” Bruce whispered, just loud enough so you & Peter could hear.

You smiled at the reference he made.

And you didn’t contradict him.

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#peter parker #peter parker x reader #throbruce #ironstrange #marvel #the avengers #sorry its not the best #but it makes me feel better #friends quotes

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raspberry-arev · 4 years

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And they were roommates! (Snowbaz fic)

My writer self is back, armed with a cringe title and a whole lot of angst. Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary folk, I bring you a second part of the only fanfic I have ever written: And there was only one bed! (full of me projecting onto Baz because I can)

Summary: Baz and Simon have been sharing a bed for quite a while now, but their relationship is not progressing at all. Who will make the next move? Can they just talk to each other like normal people? Find out for yourselves!!

Word count: 7,5k

Tags: sharing a bed, kissing, unholy amounts of angst, heartbreak, oblivious gay energy, Penny the emotion translator, eventual fluff, Baz being a tortured soul x10

BAZ

What followed was silence.

Approximately five weeks passed since the time Snow exploded at me – this time in verbal form – and demanded we keep sleeping in the same bed, for no better reason than he wants to. (Look at pretentious I am, saying “approximately” like I haven’t been counting every single night.)

Each sunset marked the time Simon Snow would come from the bathroom, breath smelling of peppermint toothpaste, and lay down in my bed. Sometimes I wasn’t there to witness it, as I was at football practice or feeding underground, but I assumed it would always happen like that. I could see him there, waiting for me, every time I closed my eyes.

I didn’t even have the energy to call myself pathetic at this point. I was too far gone.

The issue I had with this was that we – upon previous agreement, you could say – didn’t ever talk about it. At first, that seemed ideal. Wouldn’t it be dangerous to get too close? We might as well avoid it. Not give anything we were doing a name. What an adventure,I thought like the idiot I am. We would be secret lovers that didn’t call themselves secret lovers for the safety of it.

Now, I desperately wanted something defined. Something I could name and understand.

Snow and I… were stagnant. Each night was the same as the last. He was there, and however late I came, I sunk into the strange familiarity of his arms. (I hated the way I adored him even if he was snoring next to me with his mouth open.) But there was nothing else happening – just the sleeping, as he had said before.

Was I hoping for, at the very least, weekly make out sessions? Yes. Like bloody hell I was, who do you even take me for?

Admittedly, I was hoping he would say something, too. I was hoping he would try to give me more hints at whatever he was feeling when we were together. And he did not. Night after night, he did not, and I am a coward, so I surely wasn’t about to go first. Contrary to what it looked like sometimes, I did not have suicidal tendencies.

One thing did change, and I felt like it would be only a matter of time until people got suspicious. We stopped fighting. After all, rowing all day and cuddling all night was too great a contrast. I wouldn’t be able to keep that up. All our name-calling, playing tricks and consequent bursts of anger were replaced by strange, polite indifference. Snow mostly ignored me outside our room, perhaps besides the occasional staring across a room that I reciprocated as soon as he looked away. And I attempted to ignore him, painfully aware of the weird looks Dev and Niall were exchanging when they thought I wasn’t paying attention. I dreaded the day they would start poking their noses into it.

What pissed me off then was that even when we were alone, our conversations were never more than small talk. Not more than asking about when the other was coming back as he was one foot out the door. “You’ll have to spell the bed again, I think.” Asking whether you can open or close the window. Maybe a couple of: “Sorry, am I laying on your hair?” Or: “Can you move, my arm is asleep.”

And, who could forget, talking about fucking homework.

I distinctly remember this one time when I laid down next to him and he hid his face in my shirt, arm thrown over my body. I got comfortable and pulled him closer, just a tiny bit, so I wouldn’t look too desperate for contact. As I was thinking disgustingly gentle thoughts at him, he suddenly pushed me away just a little so he could look at me from under his heavy eyelids. “Baz?” he said, his voice deeper than usual. I swallowed. “Yeah?” I whispered almost without moving my lips. I thought I knew what was going to come next, and my stomach did a flip. Nay, three flips at once.

And then he asked, “Was there homework for Greek?”

I thought I would slap him. That was the closest I came to yelling at him – I called him stupid and lazy at the very least, because of course there was, firstly, and secondly, how dare you be so ridiculously oblivious, Simon Snow? How dare you?!

He didn’t understand why I got so upset.

I didn’t care to give him lessons in taking a hint.

I tried to think of it like this: what we had was already more than I ever thought I was going to get in my life. And thinking about that usually made me smile just a little. Who would have thought, right? Tell that to my younger self and he would probably pass out. In a good way.

(Can one pass out “in a good way”?)

(Do vampires have to worry about fainting? I didn’t get around to testing that out just yet. Maybe if Snow kissed me…)

These days, I kept thinking about all that the two of us could be. About… about “together”. And I knew I must be delirious, yes, but oh Crowley, it all must’ve meant something, right? Maybe, just maybe, Simon was thinking the same things I was. Maybe neither of us was brave enough and we were just playing this charade of “casual” because we thought the other didn’t care. Maybe we were bothclueless idiots and we couldn’t take a hint.

I felt myself growing more hopeful.

I felt like with all that life was throwing at me since my early years, this would be the one good thing that happened to me. This would save me and outweigh the tragic rest. If I just took the chance.

Soon.

Soon, I would.

Maybe not today – or tonight – but when I felt the time is right. On Morgana, I would.

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Another day. Another day just like the others, full of schoolwork, stolen glances and talking about nothing of importance.

I was gathering my things for practice, while simultaneously burning a hole in Snow’s scalp with my eyes. Why wouldn’t he just talk to me? He was usually friendly with people. But then you let him sleep in your bed and he pretends you don’t exist…

Well, actually, no. I was being unreasonable. It’s not like I knew what to talk to him about either. Nothing seemed important enough to even hassle with. I wanted to talk about the two of us, about kissing, about dates, about more, morethings than just schoolwork or who uses the bathroom.

I couldn’t stall any longer. It wasn’t like Coach would be mad at me for coming late; after all, I was one of his best players, and if all else failed, a single mention of Mother would put him back in line.

But why would I wait here? What for?

Just as I turned my back to him, he glanced at me from his bed. (The only time he used it was when he was lounging during the day.) “When are you gonna be back?” he asked me. His tone was about as intimate as a landlord’s. I fought the sinking feeling in my chest.

“Late,” I replied. I needed to hunt today.

“Ok. Bye then,” he murmured, and I closed the door behind me without a response. I had to stop in the middle of the corridor to take a few deep breaths. I was so, so annoyed with him. And with myself. What was it I even expected him to do? A dramatic declaration of unyielding affection as I was off to practice? Was I stupid?

Yes. Stupid in love. There was no use in pretending I wasn’t. I thought of Simon Snow, as I did most of my waking hours, and let the warm feeling spread throughout my body as I descended from the stairs and walked on to the school grounds.

I cared so much. And I felt so alive for it. But I was also… frustrated? Sad? Desperate? All of the above.

Was I ever going to have him? Oh, I so desperately wanted him. I missed those days when I listened more to my sense of rationality than my heart. When I could see that to keep him safe at least a bit, I had to keep away from him. And to keep myself safe, too.

Now, I wanted to battle the odds.

Fuck the odds, fuck all prophecies. I only had limited time. “Saving the world” would get in the way. Someone else would get in the way – what was the deal between him and Wellbelove now, anyway? I didn’t know! Or maybe we would both live to graduate… and he would go out into the world doing Crowley-knows-what and I would be out of chances.

I refused to let myself run out of chances. Not this time.

Stood directly in front of the changing room, a couple of lads trailing behind me, I stopped. I turned on my heel and stomped back toward the dorms, waving off all confused shouts that came after me. None of them was Coach. Not that I cared. There was something I had to do.

My legs brought me back to the Mummers House, up and up and up all those stairs. Ran to the door. Swung it open. The impulse that brought me here was buzzing in my body. What was I doing? Who knew. Not me.

Snow didn’t move from his bed in those ten minutes I was gone.

He sat up straighter, his eyes asking me tens of questions. But before his mouth could ask some too, I was looming over him.

“Get up!” I ordered.

There was a flash of wariness in his expression. He did what I asked. Slowly. I noticed his hand hovering over his hip. That bloody sword of his. Yes, Snow, get it ready, I’m fine leaving this world like this. After this.

I let go completely. Sometimes, the crashing of all the walls you built to protect yourself can sound like a single sigh escaping your lips.

I grabbed his face and kissed him. Shut my eyes as tight as I could and leaned into him, and he was burning hot, so undeniably, amazingly real. I was kissing Simon Snow and I didn’t care that I didn’t know what to do with my lips now that they made contact with his. It… it seemed easier in my head. I had never kissed anyone before this. Like whom? Who could ever be enough to replace him?

For a split second, or maybe split ten years, nothing happened. And then his lips moved against mine. Took the lead. I let him. I felt him grab a handful of my shirt and I was ready to melt, ready to burn –

Movement.

Something moved at the door.

I opened my eyes, which was precisely when his hands pushed me away so hard I almost landed on my ass. All disheveled and confused, I looked around.

And I met with two eyes opened wide, in utter disbelief.

The eyes of Penelope Bunce.

There are and never will be no words to describe the terror I felt.

Fuck. Fucking shit, I was dead. The world was positively over.

I glanced at Snow in panic, as if asking him what to do, how to handle it, how to lie, what to say, please Simon just–

It wasn’t an exchange of glances. It was me looking and him trying not to vomit, I’d say. His face was wild with emotion. I couldn’t identify it, but it wasn’t a good one. It felt like he had shattered every bone in my torso, just like that.

His head whipped around towards Bunce.

“It’s not like that at all,” he exclaimed, reaching out to her as if he was urging her not to run away.

It’s…

It was not like that. Like that. At all.

Crowley, I was a fool. I was a fool. Somebody shoot me. Burn me and put a stake through my heart. My life was over anyway.

Don’t cry. Just don’t cry, you stupid fuck, don’t cry.

Bunce was just opening her mouth to say something, but I already dashed forward. She jumped to the side with a yelp as I pushed through the door and left. And almost rolled down the stairs. And slipped onto the school grounds and I ran, I ran, I ran for the forest as fast as I could, as if I had a horde of villagers with torches behind me, which would probably be a better fate than the one that was awaiting me.

My chest was aching. As if somebody was stabbing little pieces of glass into it.

I didn’t think it would feel like that. I hadn’t thought about anything at all, period. I never would have done it if I had.

As I stumbled between the trees into the eerily dim woods, everything was screaming in my head, everything was so loud, every sight and memory so bright, but the brightest and loudest… that would be his face. The one he made after he pushed me. When he said… When he denied everything…

Suddenly, my legs gave in and I collapsed onto the ground. My chest was so tight. It hurt so much, Crowley, what was happening? It felt like my heart was actually, physically ripping in half. Could it? I might be the first person – creature– to experience it. Violent sobs came out of my throat and I was not just crying, I was screaming like an animal into my hands, and the sound was so foreign as it echoed in the misty forest that some part of me found it unlikely that I was making it.

I stayed there until dark and then hunted and cried and hunted again. And the entire time, at the back of my head, I was thinking: I didn’t know it would feel like this. I didn’t know he could break me any more than he already has.

SIMON

Days continued to come and pass, and I was mostly carrying on as usual. But I couldn’t really escape the obvious: something was very wrong with Baz.

I lived with the guy my whole teenage years, you know. He always had this air about him, like he’s something better than you and he knows it really damn well. He was posh and graceful and unbothered; I was never totally sure if it’s just an act, or a genuine, unrehearsed thing about him.

Suddenly, all of that got lost. After… well, after.

I didn’t really try to talk to him or anything. Didn’t know what I’d say. But he wouldn’t even meet my eyes when we passed each other, anyway. It felt like he was hiding inside of himself, if that makes sense. From me, or maybe from everyone. He skipped meals and afternoon tea, nobody had seen him at the pitch for weeks. He looked like a beaten dog most of the time. Something told me it was my fault. Although that seemed impossible. He always looked like he couldn’t care less about what I said or did. I was pissing him off by just breathing, basically.

But then… The last month or so, I didn’t know what to make of him.

I didn’t know what to make of myself, either. I solved that by just doing what I liked doing and not over-analyzing why I want to do it. Case in point, sharing my roommate’s bed. As long as he was up for it… (It’s not like anything gets solved by just thinking about it until you go crazy. You gotta let things go.)

However… I caught myself way too often staring into the distance and absentmindedly touching my lips. The kiss was still pressed into them.

I… look, I really don’t understand what happened there! Or rather, I somewhere deep in my soul I did, but going down that road positively terrified me. A week ago, a bloke kissed me like it was the end of the world and then ran away. No, wait – Baz kissed me, not just “a bloke”. That was, somehow, different.

But that’s where I would have to start asking myself questions. And honestly, I didn’t have that kind of time.

Of course, then there’s the situation with… Penny just… walking in on us. Like that. I kind of wished she would tell me what was going through her head, but I also desperately prayed to never have to talk to her about it. Maybe she would spare me and we could forget about it…? Penny wouldn’t tell anybody. I knew she wouldn’t, but I… I never talked to her about the whole thing. I promised Baz I wouldn’t tell anybody about what we were doing. It’s not like we did anything, anyway, but I couldn’t even imagine the chaos that would take place if the word got out… Everyone would start assuming things and…

It’s understandable that I didn’t want that, isn’t it? As if I didn’t have enough issues to deal with.

Penny didn’t say a single word about it for a very long time. I almost got my hopes up, almost allowed myself to carry on like usual.

Until one afternoon, when we met up for a study session. As in, Penny helps me with my schoolwork and I tell her whether her essays make any sense, although they are always very well-phrased and generally perfect.

(We used to bring Agatha, too. But she didn’t really talk to us anymore, since we took our “break”. Just a fancy word for a breakup, basically.)

(Did I even miss her?)

(See, another question I wasn’t keen on answering.)

After she managed to cram some of our Political Science study material into my head…, she made a vague comment about the “last time she came to my room” being “interesting”. I could see curiosity bubbling just below the surface of her face.

Oh no, please don’t, Penny, I thought. Out loud, I said: “I really don’t know if Baz has reported you know how to get to the boy’s dorms, sorry. I hope he hasn’t.”

She gave me a look, like I see right through your bullshit.

“I understand if you don’t want to talk about it,” she assured me, “but you know I’m not talking about myself here.”

I felt my cheeks getting hot. I hunched and started picking at my uniform.

“Simon? Are you okay?”

Did I really want to tell her? I could feel she truly wanted to listen… she was Penny after all. We were a duo. A team.

“Look, I just…”

And then I spilled. Like an idiot, stuttering and getting tangled in words that had just too many syllables to be mumbled at an extremely high speed, I told her about everything. About my nightmares and the damn fire that I lied to her about out of embarrassment, about Baz’s offer to sleep in his bed, about how long it’s all been happening. I left out the kissing… I didn’t know what to say about that.

Penny was usually a pretty stable person. Not the type to get over-excited or freak out. But this time, her mouth was gaping open. She couldn’t believe her ears, and I didn’t blame her. It all sounded like a fever dream.

“So… that’s that,” I concluded and put one of my hands in my hair. “We’ve been sleeping together until… well, until that time. You know.”

“Wait,” Penny almost slammed the table. “Wait, sleeping together?!”

Sleeping…Oh god. Oh god, why can’t I talk like a normal person? “No!” I waved my hands, ears burning. “No, I mean literal sleeping. Literally!”

“Oh. That makes more sense, to be honest. Although I don’t judge…”

“Penny! For Crowley’s sake!”

She chuckled. There was a bit of silence. But then she looked at me with her kind eyes. Like she was looking at a kid. “But there was kissing?” she nudged me.

I looked away. “Only what you saw.”

“Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“No, no…” I shook my head. My brows furrowed as I tried to think of what I wanted to say. I just knew I wanted to say something. To not give her the wrong impression. Although, I didn’t know what impression would be right. “I don’t even know… whyhe did that, you know? To be honest, at first I thought he was going to punch me.”

And then he kissed me. And he was cold and firm and grabbing my face and nothing like anything I felt before.

Penny smirked and clicked her pen.

“Not really surprising,” she assessed. “Baz seems like exactly the guy to be mean to his crush.”

“Wait, uh… Crush? You… you think he likes me like that?”

She gave me an absolutely bewildered look and leaned towards me.

“Simon! He made out with you!”

All blood started boiling inside of me. I sunk into the chair. It… yeah, it made sense, but to think of it like that was…

Was I his crush?

Was he my crush? How would I know? Like, how can I be sure?

“Simon… have the two of you talked about what happened yet?”

I just shook my head.

“I don’t want to get nosy or anything,” she pushed up her glasses, “but I think it would be better if you did. Clear communication helps a lot, you know?”

Yeah?

And what would I tell him?

I didn’t have any answers. What was I feeling? Why exactly did I like when we shared a bed? Would I kiss him again? Did I feel something for him? Did I feel something for a boy?

What did I want from him?

I buried my face in my hands. I heard Penny get up immediately and rush around the table to my side. Before she could say anything motherly and soft that would just make me hurt from the inside, I confessed to my empty hands:

“I have no idea who I am anymore.”

BAZ

I was sure this was where I would stop loving Snow.

Up until now, I would have thought that was impossible to achieve. That somebody would have to kill me in order to stop me from loving the boy… I had been wrong about plenty other things before this, it was no wonder I was wrong about this, too.

Dear Morgana, I felt ashamed of myself for how utterly shitty I was feeling.

I thought I would be… well, sad at best if I were to be rejected. I had expected it, hadn’t I? I thought I’d be quietly, promptly devastated, and then not anymore, just to stand tall and undefeated when the inevitable backlash comes.

There was no consequence for what I had done, surprisingly. But I couldn’t relish in the thought, because…

Well. As previously stated, I felt like shit.

I could not sleep. Contrary to popular belief, even undead creatures need sleep to function, and I would get four hours of shallow slumber a night at best. I was being haunted by… well, not nightmares in the traditional sense… just dreams. Bad dreams. Bad, because Snow was in them, bad, because whenever I saw him, awake or not, my chest started hurting again (which was completely of a psychological origin, yes) and I genuinely felt like crying. But I could not, not even when I woke up sore and exhausted and with an overflowing fountain behind my eyes. I could not cry, because after all, the person who caused this was my roommate. And I had my pride. To the extent that I wouldn’t let him see me break down completely.

If sharing a room with him felt impossible before, I don’t know what it was now.

Absolute hell. My personal brand of it.

I couldn’t even look at him. I couldn’t bear being in the same space as him. Golden boy. “It’s not like that.” I wasted so much of myself on him. “At all.” Not that I was worth much to begin with, but still.

I hated him. I hated him, I was hurting, I was crying my eyes out when nobody could see or hear me, I hated myself, I kept hurting and not sleeping and not eating and I wished I would just stop existing too.

It’s been a while since it’s been so bad. The way I felt.

But maybe it was for the best. Because with all the hate and hurt that was filling me, how could there ever be space for more affection?

Maybe this would really be when I broke free from him.

If I survived to see the day, that is.

***

Time seemed to happen to everybody else, but not to me. I was not even sure how on earth I was keeping up with all of my assignments. I didn’t remember finishing them or turning them in, but there they were. Guess I had been working on autopilot.

But one of these identical, bleak afternoons, something ominous happened.

First of all, it was all a fault of bad timing on my part. I was passing the dining hall when afternoon tea would be coming to an end. I realized my fault as soon as I turned into the corridor and saw my classmates slowly leave the room. Chatting in groups. Everywhere. I tensed up – I knew hewouldn’t be far, as he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to ram cherry scones into his mouth. Just the thought of him made me ache a bit…

Then I caught a glimpse of rapid movement.

Unfortunately, I looked.

And Crowley below, it was Penelope Bunce. Waving at me. I didn’t even try to look over my shoulder to see if she means somebody standing behind me... Her gleaming dark eyes were fixed on me alone.

Cold fear gripped my lungs and squeezed the air out of them. This was it. The consequences were here. Invasive questions. Possibly ridicule or threats, who knows? My mind was giving me plenty of possible catastrophic scenarios. But I couldn’t not pass her in the hall – there was nowhere else to go, besides run in the opposite direction as if my life depended on it.

What did she want?

I would ignore her. I would just walk and ignore her.

I did make an honest attempt… but Bunce caught my elbow when I was trying to squeeze through a group of younger students. My try at the “get your filthy hands off me” glare went in vain.

“Hey!” she said to me. She knew damn well how weird it was to pretend that we just casually greet each other like that, but went on anyway: “I just hoped we could talk for a minute.”

“Well,” I retorted and yanked my arm out of her grip, “I definitely didn’t.”

Bunce let air out of her nose. Not exactly like an angry bull. An exasperated bull would be more like it.

“Just keep it civil for once, will you,” she looked up at me. “It won’t take long, I promise.” And then, as if she had been reading my thoughts: “Simon’s gone to Ebb’s today, you know.”

Crowley bless the weird-ass goatherd.

I jutted out my jaw. I was still feeling very defiant, but maybe hearing her out would make her leave me alone sooner. And as much as I didn’t like to admit that, Bunce was always sensible. Slightly terrifying and intense… but yes, sensible.

“Alright?” I reached up and put my hair behind my ears. It was greasy. Bleh. When was the last time I washed it…? “Go on, then.”

“Not here. Come,” she ordered and simply started walking. Her audacity was almost impressive. The only interactions we ever had was when she was breaking up fights between myself and Snow… she was in no position to tell me what to do, and yet, there she was.

Commanding. Bossy.

I followed her because she reminded me of a part of myself I couldn’t really find and dearly missed.

After turning a few corners, she tried to open a door of a classroom, seemingly at random. The door was unlocked somehow. She let me in first. I made sure to stand very close to the exit, in case I needed an escape route.

Once she was facing me, I made a simple gesture in the likes of “what is it”.

“Okay, so,” she started, “it’s about that time you saw me come into Mummers House.”

My hand twitched toward the door. I had to admit, she phrased it quite nicely though. As if her breaking the Watford code was a graver situation than me and Snow… No, I couldn’t even finish that thought on the inside without feeling my chest tightening. Fuck.

“What about it?”

“Well, I thought that we could just make an agreement here. Since it looks like you didn’t go and report me.” She hops onto a table and swings her legs back and forth. “I won’t talk if you won’t, that sort of thing.”

I snarled. What a sneaky little…

“Mutual blackmail? I’m touched.”

Bunce looked at me in a very strange way. “No, I didn’t mean it like that at all,” she assured me. “I can magically swear it if you want. It’s not my thing to tell, anyway. I would never.”

Tell the tale to someone who believes it, I thought to myself.

But I couldn’t really say anything out loud. This was the one person – apart from Snow – that knew what happened. Nobody else could ever know. But… but she did know already. By accident, but she knew.

Something in me was meekly calling out to her.

Say more. Please. Let me… I don’t know, let me break and spill all over the floor like broken shards of a porcelain figure. Please, could I…? Just once, could I stop holding myself together…?

Except I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t rest. The pretense was all that I had left to do in life. Always acting, always hiding, always keeping everything locked in.

“Other than that, I…” Bunce added and I kind of jumped, not really realizing she was still there and it wasn’t just me, lost in my own mind. “I wanted to ask if you’re feeling alright?”

I gave her a quick look before turning away.

“That’s honestly none of your business.” The tone of my voice was all wrong. Too fucking vulnerable. Bunce replied simply: “I know that.”

We looked at each other. Two completely different people who existed only in the background of the other’s life. But it felt like now, we were connected. However insane it sounds. Maybe we were connected by knowing I kissed Snow and got my heart broken. Maybe by more than that, whatever that “more” would be.

Bunce sighed and tapped the other end of the table with her hand. My eyes fixed at the window behind her, I approached and lightly leaned on the desk, still leaving a few feet of space between us.

“Look,” she said, looking straight ahead, “don’t get me wrong. I love Simon to bits. But the truth is, my best friend is often quite a dumbass.” Then she corrected: “Usually.”

That, I could agree with. But I said nothing. I was busy biting my tongue and refusing to look at her.

“He reacted pretty badly then.” She crossed her legs at the ankles. “But just… wait it out. Simon will come around as soon as he’s done figuring out… well, all of it. He is on a good way.”

I felt a lump rising in my throat. I swallowed. So they were talking about it? What else did the girl know? And was I even mad about it at this point?

What I was more interested in was…

“Bunce… why are you even telling me that?” I asked, giving her a puzzled look (mixed with my general despair look, I presumed).

But really. What good was it to her to tell me all of this?

Not to mention she was giving me hope. I could not afford that. Not again, not ever again.

She smiled at me. Way too kindly. It hit me all at once how odd this tête-à-tête was. “Well, Pitch, that’s simple,” she retorted. “I know that you care about Simon a lot. In your own way. That includes pushing him down the stairs from time to time.”

The corners of my mouth twitched upward.

Nothing like the memories of good, simpler times.

“And don’t get me wrong,” she suddenly continued, “but you’ve looked like absolute hell lately. That was a factor too.”

That actually made me smile for a second

“Thanks,” I told her, and when we looked at each other, she was grinning. “Pleasure,” she nodded at me, then jumped down onto the floor and formally extended an arm towards me. I rolled my eyes, but I gripped it and shook it a couple times, as if we had just concluded a business meeting. She put her hands in the pockets of her blazer and, instead of a goodbye, wished me: “Good luck out there.”

That created another crooked smile on my lips. I decided to mark this experience as less ominous than previously expected. As she turned her back to me and reached for the door handle, curiosity started growing in my mind. I couldn’t keep it all in.

“Bunce?” I called out to her.

“Yes?”

“This wasn’t… He didn’t send you to talk to me, did he?”

“No, he wouldn’t. But I figured, since I was already guiding one idiot through his love life, I might as well help another.”

SIMON

In the course of the following weeks, I had more deep emotion-related conversations with Penny than I had in my entire life before that. I mean… when it comes to feelings and relationships, she knows way more than I ever will, I think. I told her she was wise once. She laughed at me.

But basically…, I had been thinking.

And I was not ready to say anything definitively… I had no labels or anything yet, that stuff was just too confusing and I didn’t really need a label on my attraction and whatnot to function. But I settled on one thing: I so had a crush on Baz. And in a weird way, I think I had had it for a long time, but I just didn’t realize what it was.

I just kind of thought that I did not like boys, period. Because that was different. And if you were feeling that different, you would just know immediately, wouldn’t you?

Turns out that liking Baz is a very normal, right, non-dramatic feeling.

That reminds me… earlier that week, I went to see Ebb again. She was in quite a good mood that day, and she was concerned about how quiet and lost in thought I seemed. I started this vague conversation about “what if you liked someone that you maybe, uh, shouldn’t date or anything”. After a while of letting me spout absolute confused nonsense, she quietly asked: “Could this be about Natasha Pitch’s son, Simon?”

I almost choked on the stale pastry she gave me to munch on. I demanded to know how she got that so fast, and she just assured me that nobody is that obsessed with another person without a good reason. “I remember when you came to me once in your third year,” she laughed, “and talked about the boy for full two hours. That’s when I started to have an inkling.” Her eyes got misty. “You were so cute back then. And look how you’ve grown…”

My mind racing, I pushed on: “Why didn’t you talk to me about it then?” And Ebb answered with her own gentle question: “Were you ready to be talked to?”

No. No, I wasn’t, not then. And I still fully wasn’t now.

But maybe I just had to dare.

Ready or not, here I come.

***

Just like that, it was evening. Baz had quietly slipped into our room after dark and went straight to the bathroom.

I turned on the light.

Couldn’t sleep, anyway. Also, this felt like a giant déja vu.

Breathe, Simon, keep breathing…

I stood up as soon as Baz returned into the room, twisting his wet hair in a towel. How could he look so hot with wet hair? It wasn’t fair.

Baz stopped in his tracks and took everything in. Me in just my pajama bottoms standing there… the nightlight dimly lighting the room… me again, this time like he was calculating what was the catch here. Then he threw the towel over his chair (weirdly disorganized of him) and went to get to bed.

“Baz?” I spoke to him.

He twitched, as if he couldn’t decide between turning to me and ignoring me completely. But when I made a step towards him, he suddenly whipped around. I noticed the wary, hurt look in his eyes before he was able to conceal it. Crowley. I really fucked up, haven’t I?

I hated the way he was coiling up and leaning away from me, inch after inch. I didn’t know him like that. Oh please, let me fix this. All of this.

At first, I meant to just talk to him… as Penny said, open communication and all that… But being here with him, I made a quick change of plans and reached out to him. To cup his cheek in my palm. He almost turned his head away. But then, he closed his eyes and let me touch him. I wanted to erase all the tension in his face. I slid my hand to the nape of his neck, fingers brushing his wet hair, dark like the night sky outside…, and stepped closer.

Not as close as I would like, but closer.

Baz refused to look at me.

“I would tell you to get up,” I teased him lightly, “but you’re already standing, so…”

Then I tilted my head, to the side and up, just so I would reach his pursed lips.

BAZ

He was going to kill me. I didn’t want to make it so easy for him… I didn’t want to just let him waltz back into my personal space like he hadn’t made me feel the worst kind of way before this. But…

But as soon as his lips touched mine, the electric impulse brought me back to life. I felt lightheaded. He kissed me again and my lips turned soft and welcoming in a millisecond. I had no dignity. None. I kept myself from intertwining my limbs with his, from pulling at his curls. I wouldn’t give myself too easy… I wouldn’t…

Who was I kidding?

I didn’t have much of myself to give. He already had me.

SIMON

We pulled away from each other, breathing just a bit quicker than usual. Baz’s face was still difficult to read, but his eyes were wide, almost childlike. I couldn’t keep myself from smiling.

“Sorry,” I said. “It took me too long, didn’t it? Penny says that I should hire an emotion translator.”

He smirked. “She did say something along those lines, yes.”

I dropped my hand from his face and blinked about a hundred times. “Wait. Wait, since when do you two… I mean, she talked to you? Or youto heror… what?”

Baz cocked an eyebrow. “Well, Snow, I’m stealing your friends one by one. Watch out.”

Morgana help me, he could be so arrogant sometimes… I was annoyed just listening to that tone. And attracted. Somebody should explain the science behind all that.

“You’re an ass,” I pointed out.

He gave me a slow stare-down.

“Is that all you were going to say to me?” he wondered.

I felt my palms start sweating immediately.

No, I’m fine, I reminded myself. This is fine.

“Ah. Yes!” I nodded. “I, uh. I like you? If that’s not obvious by now. I didn’t really know before, but I like you a lot and… Yeah. I don’t know what we will do with that, but… Yeah. I mean…” I stammered. “If you… Do you?”

Not smooth. Definitely the least smooth confession in the history of confessions. I should have stayed at the kissing. That’s clear communication enough, I think.

Baz looked at me without blinking. At the last two words, he gave me this absolutely confused look, as if he didn’t know what language I was speaking to him right now.

“Crowley, Snow,” he sighed. Absolutely done with me.

Then, he grabbed my shoulders and hauled me back first into a wall. Before I could even think “he’s attacking me” out of habit, he was already pressing his body into mine and kissing me like there was no tomorrow. He always kissed with intent, like the whole fate of the world depended in it.

I could do this all night. I would if he let me. I broke away only to whisper: “You are confusing the Anathema, I think.”

His cheeks turned a bit pink. “Shut up,” he snapped and went for my lips again. I turned my face away, just to tease him.

“No, but really,” I laughed. “You’ll have to be nicer to me now, won’t you?”

Baz looked me in the eyes.

His were beautiful. So damn beautiful. Like storm clouds.

“Snow…” he whispered gently.

BAZ

I couldn’t handle it. He made a stupid joke about the Anathema… and we were standing there in the soft yellow light of the night lamp and he was laughing so sweetly, he was like the damn sun, so warm and bright.

And I loved him.

I loved him so much I felt like it was going to rip me in half.

“Snow…” I managed to breathe out.

And then I felt tears rolling down my face.

He was about as startled as I was.

I immediately turned away from him and tried to breathe, but lately it was difficult for me to stop crying once I started. It was… it was all just a lot. Simon Snow came back to me. I was kissing Simon Snow just now. I didn’t deserve this, did I? I bet he didn’t mean it. I bet something would take him away from me again… and I would just be alone, completely alone again. I was so scared. Scared to be happy, because once you find that happiness – especially if it’s a person– it can be taken away from you.

“I… Baz? Did I say something? I’m sorry.” He tried to take a look at my face, but I tried just as hard to hide it.

“No,” I blurted out and looked up at the ceiling. “Crowley, no. I am sorry. What the fuck is even wrong with me…” I staggered sideways and leaned on the writing desk. I covered my eyes with one hand and pushed my fingers into my eyes, as if I could physically push the tears back.

“Hey, come on,” Snow cooed. I didn’t even have the willpower to try and fight him off when he put his arms around me. Making sure I wouldn’t start openly sobbing took all I had. “Really, did something happen?”

I tried to answer normally. But what came out was a half-sob, half-laugh, before the words began rushing out. “I just… I never thought this would happen,” I admitted. “All these years, I thought I could just never have you and… Now look at me. Crowley. Way to ruin the mood, right?” I felt like I could die.

“I didn’t… You’re not… You haven’t ruined anything,” he shook his head and rubbed my back to comfort me. But I could feel him not being sure what to do. Then he apologized: “Sorry, I’m rubbish at this, too.”

I dared to lay my forehead on his shoulder.

“We’re both pretty rubbish, I think,” I croaked. “And I’m the one making things awkward.”

“Well then, you could just push me against that wall again. Would that work?”

“Ha ha,” I said sarcastically, but then, I couldn’t help but laugh just a bit.

He brushed my hair out of my face.

I slipped my arms around his waist.

“Baz?”

“Yes?”

“Just… just wondering. How long have you liked me for, exactly?”

Funny you should ask.I lifted my head up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. The answer was simple. Straightforward.

“Always.”

He looked guilty for some reason. He pressed his forehead against mine. “Sorry it took me so long, then,” he almost whispered, and I couldn’t help but smile the widest smile in… Well, in years, I think.

“It’s okay,” I told him. “I think it’s okay now.”

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Request: Can you do a fic with teen!Dean x reader(he’s 17 she’s 15)and she’s Bobby’s daughter and like clothed smut and John and Bobby catch them when they’re sleep (like her panties are on the floor his pants are unbuckled and stuff) and like over protective parents (I’m sorry I’m awkward) - @icycatgirl04 AND Can you do a thing where teen!dean and teen!reader where they’ve been secretly dating (because she’s ether Ellen’s or Bobby’s kid) and he takes her virginity but he’s not a virgin. And maybe Sammy hears them and teases them about it. Fluffy smut?(this isn’t really much of a plot but meh) I love your blog byeee!! - anonymous

Pairings: Teen!Dean x Teen!Reader

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1570

Y’all! I’m baaack! Hope you like this fic!

“Gotta go mom, bye dad!” Your voice echoed through the house, you could hear your mom, Ellen, say her goodbyes as Jo whined that you get to go to school with your best friend in his car and you could hear your dad, Bobby, scream for you to tell Dean to drive safely. You smiled, knowing everything should be fine. John and Mary Winchester’s boys are good, and Dean is very responsible. You got in the car his dad got him when he turned 18, his Impala, and flashed you a smile. You smiled back. “How’s it going, sweetheart.” “Typical, drive further, please. I want to kiss you so bad.” You murmured. He chuckled but the twinkle in his eyes weren’t hard to miss. A mile away from your secluded house, he pulled to the side and turned to you. You inched closer and he cupped your cheek in his hand and pulled you close, closing the distance between your lips. It wasn’t making out but it wasn’t just a peck either. Your passion filled kiss was just a usual after almost a year being together.

“I just want to kiss you whenever I want.” He whispered against your lips. You nodded. “Soon, I promise.” You said as you counted the days of your senior high to tell your parents and his parents that you two are together. “My mom adores you and Bobby raised me like his own.” He said. “I think they won’t freak out too much.” He added. “Oh I hope so.” You replied. “So what do you want to do after class?” Dean asked, rubbing the tops of your hand. “Dads still at work by then, mom’s leaving town and she’s be back around later than 10.” He added. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Sammy has this review thing after school activity.” He continued. You chuckled. “Are you trying to get to a point, Dean Winchester?” You asked. He innocently looked at you, but the smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth wasn’t easy to miss. “Well, mister, I’m pretty sure my mother and father are gunna be looking for me.” You said in a challenging voice.

“Okay, how ‘bout this, we go to your house after school like we always do then we can tell your parents we wanted to try that new diner that opened a couple of miles down.” He said. “It’s not like we haven’t gone to diners just to try them out before.” He reasoned. “You sneaky little bastard.” You chuckled but intertwined your hand with his, silently agreeing. In your defense, alone time was rare and you would take every opportunity you could to be with your loving and ever caring boyfriend. Classes went by quick, well at least thats how it felt like and as 3 pm rolled around, you and Dean were off and driving back to your house. “Hey mom.” You called out as you saw her in the living room. “Hi sweetie. Hi, Dean.” She smiled at you both. “Where’s dad?” You asked. “John needed him at the shop today, I think they got a ton of cars after that crash from this morning from the other town. So, Dean, you better be careful driving, especially with my little girl in it!” She said in a strict tone. “Yes, ma’am!” Dean replied.

“You two hungry? I can make some food.” Your mom asked. “Actually, you heard of the new diner that opened?” You asked. She nodded. “Yeah, heard it had a good start.” She replied, you and Dean silently sighed in relief. “Well, I was telling Dean how I wanted to try them out.” You said. “Okay, you two have fun. I gotta wait for your little sister to get home. Stay safe and be sure you don’t eat a lot for dinner. Be back before that.” She said, mostly looking at Dean. “Alright mom. See ya later.” You said and pecked her cheek. “See you later, Ellen.” Dean said and you two were off. The trip back to his house was quick. The tension started building as you two got into the car and you just wanted to be with him. He parked in his usual spot, he locked the door behind him like he always does, Sam had his keys. And the moment you two were locked in his bedroom that he twirled you around and gave you the sweetest kiss.

You both took off your clothes neatly, you had to be presentable after all. And then his hands were everywhere. Heck it felt as if it were the first time. He left sloppy kisses all over your neck as he slowly pushed you towards the bed, laying you down gently. His hands were supportive yet they were caressing you at the same time. He grabbed a condom from his side table, securing himself and you urged him to flip you two over. You ground yourself to his growing member, teasing him as you took over his lips. You knew you two didn’t have much time but you liked to drag it just a bit but his impatient growls sent shivers down your spine. Your alined his hard cock to your aching core, slowly letting him fill you up, hitting sensitive spots that made you moan, much to his pleasure. You took your pace as he moved with your rhythm, your fingers attached to you bundle of nerves as the other hand supported you on his chest. With every thrust he made made it seem like he’s deeper and deeper, slowly pushing you both to the edge.

He slightly lifted your hips up and bucked his hips up, you threw your hands in either side of his head and lowered yourself to kiss hum as he pounded into you, eliciting soft moans and cries of wanting to scream his name. You were closer and closer and as his cock brushed against your sensitive spot, you fell unto his chest, coming undone. He thrusted a little bit more, wanting to reach his climax, pulling tiny explosions from you. With a pant and a low groan, he came undone. He slowly pulled out and left soft kisses all over your face, making you giggled. He cleaned you both up and he passionately kissed you one more time and then you two were dressing up. As two went down, you could hear the television turned on downstairs. Your eyes widened and he went down first.

The creaks on the flooring was heard and little Sam, back from school, was watching TV, turned to look at the stairs. You grew red and Dean gave a blank stare to his smirking brother. “You two are pretty loud without the TV on so I had to watch something.” He said. Dean couldn’t utter a word and you were frozen. Sam, with his smart 14 year old mind, chuckled. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Make sure to leave some snacks before you do the do so I could stay down here, my bedroom after all was beside yours, Dean.” He said and turned to face the TV, watching his show. “Uh, okay, we’re heading out. If dad gets back just say um, (y/n) and I went to the diner and he’s probably dropping her back home…” Dean trailed. Sam raised a thumbs up at the two of you. “Okay, make sure you get me something at the bookstore tomorrow for lying for you!” He commented. You could practically hear the smirk in that child’s voice.

Dean sighed and replied a yes. You two headed out and back into his car. You were still red and embarrassed. “Wouldn’t assume that that was the first time he heard us…” You said. “Just –let’s get going.” He said, shaking his head. The ride home you made yourself feel at ease as once again rubbed the top of your hand. “Gotta say though, it was really good.” You said, breaking the comforting silence with a chuckle. You heard hum chuckle as well. A mile from your house, he pulled over and turned to you. He caressed your face and kissed your forehead then your lips. “I love you.” He whispered against your lips. You smiled. “I love you too.” Dean then continued driving until he got into your graveled driveway. He walked you to your house and said his goodbyes. You walked in to see your mom helping Jo with her schoolwork. “How was the diner? What’d you get?” Your mom smiled, asking as you walked in. “It was pretty good, there were quite a few people. I got some pie and shake so I’m not that full.” You said and she nodded. “Dean didn’t pop by?” She asked. “He didn’t want Sam to be alone too long.” You replied.

“So since you two were doing the do and I gotta keep it a secret, I want that new compass I saw in the library.” Sam said as Dean walked back into his house. “Come on now, Sammy. Stop saying that, I got it, I’m getting you that compass.” Dean sighed in defeat. Sam expressed a yes making Dean shake his head. “Just be quiet ok!” Dean made it clear . “As long as you two keep quiet too!” Sam sassed back, meeting Dean’s face. “Alright! Alright! I will!” Sam promised and Dean ruffled his head, heading back to his room.

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TRANSMISSION INTERCEPTED TRANSLATING...

Lightbright - Hello? Is it on? Arcee - I think it is, the light’s blinking. Lightbright - Alright, let’s do this. *ahem* Greetings to those who have just found this, be they from Acadeimos or beyond! This is the first episode of our first broad-cast audio education assistance show, Study Buddies! Arcee - Title still pending. And the library would only let us rent this equipment for educational purposes. Lightbright - That is me, and this is Arcee. Arcee - ‘Sup. Lightbright - Anyway, the purpose of this broadcast is, primarily, to allow some students that are less-then-adept at schoolwork to learn about the history of the Cybertronian Commonwealth, as well as provide insight into the inner workings of our society and such. Arcee - Alright, first episode is the Birds and the Bees. Lightbright - ARCEE! TOO SOON! Arcee - What? Lightbright - I was actually thinking of going into, say, the Age of the Firstforged, in order to provide context for our civilization. Arcee - Oh come on, the Firstforged are a MYTH. Nothing more. Why would anyone care about that? Lightbright - Think of Myth as a compass. If a story does not reveal the values of a society, we might not be able to figure out how a society even functions. Arcee - Trust me, you probably will regardless. Lightbright - *sigh* Anyway, as for the current subject matter, I think it’d be best to start off with the basic story that everyone in the Commonwealth knows, if only because it makes a good jumping on point. Arcee - Yeah, fine. How about you start things off? Lightbright - Alright. *Ahem* IN THE BEGINNING, THERE WAS NOTHING IN THE GALAXY. STARS WERE YOUNG, PLANETS WERE MERE PEBBLES, AND PERHAPS FOR THE LAST TIME IN HISTORY, RECORDED AND OTHERWISE, TRUE PEACE WAS ENSURED. Arcee - Wow, dramatic. Lightbright - But then, something awakened, a sentient mind that had slowly manifested in the countless eons that had passed. This mind… was known to us today by a term meaning “The first to wonder” in a tongue few even remember how to speak otherwise – Primus. Arcee - Not to be confused with the band from Earth or that DNA Repository that the Galvans use. I’m fairly certain we tried sending cease-and-desist orders on that. Lightbright - As Primus ventured across the cosmos, he found that thousands of others like him, minds that had manifested across the eons like him… and yet, they evolved beyond him, leaving him alone to ponder his purpose… and in time, he found it. Landing upon a metal planet, he found he could manipulate the very metal beneath his feet, and with his power, he manifested a new body for himself, and began to create others to be his companions and to fill his lonely life with what he wanted – a connection to others… to that end, Thirteen were forged from the metal of their world, and the first Age of Cybertron had come. Arcee - Nobody can agree which of the Firstforged were really the Thirteen, and that’s mostly because of the mythological circumstances – see, even for giant effin’ robots like us, trying to nail a specific interpretation of stories is haaaaaard. Lightbright - Indeed, but there is a common roster, at least. Prima the first and their leader, Megatronus the warrior, Maximus the negotiator, Solus the armsmaster, Onyx the beastmaster, Nexus the one-and-many, Alpha Trion the Knowledge-keeper, Quintus the lifegiver- Arcee - I thought it was Quintessa. Lightbright - That’s another name for the life-giver, yes. Arcee - Say, do you plan on listing every possible member of this godforsaken group? Lightbright - …Noooooo… Arcee - Ok good, not sure we have the time for that. Lightbright - Alright, so, yeah, there’s a lot of debating and a lot of stories about who and what were involved in the Age of the Firstforged. But, uh, I suppose the best-known event of the time was one known as the Great Schism. But it all started, of course, with the arrival of… The Outsider. Arcee - oooooooh, never heard that story. Lightbright - You see, while most of the other minds that had been content to make their own little paradises, one was less-then-ok with it. Even back then, there were some minds that were less creative, and they took their frustrations out by attacking other innocent people. This mind has said to have had a body built by the ancient Antilleans, his first victims who sought to use him as a weapon of war. Arcee - Guessing that backfired. Lightbright - Oh it did, massively. So much so we barely even know if the Antilleans were real or not. But the Outsider rampaged across the cosmos, devastating world after world and ruining the hard work of many a creator… until he crossed Primus’s path. Arcee - Wait… now that I listen to it, this story sounds familiar. Lightbright - Well it is a myth that’s common to most facets of Cybertronian civilization. Arcee - No, no, like… REALLY familiar. Lightbright - If you say so. Anyway, the fight between the Outsider and Primus lasted for untold eras, the tide turning more time then there could be counted… but in the end, the Firstforged and Primus managed to send the Outsider into the deepest depths of space… never to be heard from again. But the battle took a heavy toll. Arcee - War always does. Lightbright - In the end… the Firstforged were divided between those who found War to be their calling and those who sought to maintain order, and the resulting clash between the two groups ended only with the death of one of their central figures and Primus’s lamentations. Taking his creation to the deepest part of their metal planet home, Primus fused with the planet, giving the planet new life and a civilization anew, while the other Firstforged, ashamed of their squabbling, dispersed and disappeared into the stars themselves, never to be heard from again. Arcee - And so, supposedly, was the end of the Age of the Firstforged. If the stories are true anyway. Lightbright - There are rumors that some of the Firstforged had sneaked back to civilization and took their own roles in this new world. Like, Alpha Trion, if it is him, happens to be Acadeimos’s librarian. Arcee - Ooooor he could just simply be named after him. Never really been clear. Lightbright - Oh, come now, who would be arrogant enough to take a God’s name? Arcee - Onyx Primal? Lightbright - Aside from a criminal with ego issues? Arcee - Megatron? Lightbright - Still a criminal. Arcee - Aight, I got nothing. Lightbright - Good. So, uh, you think this is a good place to stop for now? Arcee - Well, it’s nearly out of battery anyway, so yeah, I think so. Lightbright - Ok, well, uh, if you want us to cover another topic on this podcast or if you have any more questions, feel free to send them to [email protected]. Arcee - Or, y’know, just hunt us down and ask. Lightbright - Bye bye. Arcee - See you… whenever! TRANSMISSION ENDED

#Decided to try something other then posting profile pics #Lightbright #Arcee #Study Buddies #Firstforged #Thirteen Primes #Autobot Academy #transformers #maccadam

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How To Make A Lizard, Ghost, and Robot Laugh (Chapter 2)

Chapter 2 of this story. In Chapter 1, Frisk, Chara, and MK were having breakfast and talking about schoolwork and as soon as they're finished doing that, they're going to watch some TV together. And in turn, Frisk and Chara are going to initiate their special plans for MK. Undertale(c) Toby Fox.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 3

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Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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Chapter 2: The Start of Something Special

As soon as MK finished his pancakes, he went to the living room with Frisk and Chara, sat on the couch them, and watched one of their favorite animated shows together. After watching one episode, Frisk and Chara felt that it was time to initiate their special plan for MK.

MK: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Man this show is hilarious! No matter how many times I watch it, I still laugh!

Frisk: I know, right? *signals to Chara*

Chara: Yeah! For a kid’s show, it’s got a lot of grown-up humor in it! Which is awesome! *moving closer to MK*

Frisk: Totally! And if you thought that episode was funny MK, *with a giant grin on her face* you’re gonna be laughing even harder during the next episode.

MK: *chuckling* I bet I will!

MK is currently sitting in the middle of the couch with Frisk sitting to the left of him (his right) and Chara sitting to the right of him (his left). As they were conversing, the two girls moved closer and closer to MK until eventually, they were bunched right up to the young lizard boy.

MK: *confused* Um, personal space guys. (I don’t mind this at all actually.)

Frisk: Nah, I like sitting this close to you MK.

Chara: Me too.

MK: Ok? *sees something funny on the show* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! How do they come up with this stuff?! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!

Before too long, the two girls lifted MK’s shirt started rubbing his belly. Frisk used her right hand to rub MK’s belly and Chara used her left hand.

MK: *even more confused* Um… why are you guys rubbing my belly? (It feels nice. Don’t stop.)

Chara: Why not? We rub Asriel’s belly. I don’t see why we can’t rub yours.

MK: Yeah, but Asriel has ultra-soft silky fur. His belly is made for that sort of thing.

Frisk: Well, there are humans that like to pet lizards. And Chara and I happen to be humans that like petting lizards. *with a smile on her face* And besides, I can tell you like this.

MK: *blushes while shrugging his shoulders* Whatev. (I do Frisk!) *starts laughing at the show again* HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Frisk: (That’s right MK, laugh at the funny cartoon. Little do you know, you’re gonna be laughing for a different reason very shortly.)

After two minutes, Frisk and Chara began spidering their fingers on MK’s belly, tickling him in the process. What followed was adorable laughter from the young lizard boy.

MK: AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Chara: Man MK, you must REALLY think this show is hilarious!

MK: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!! GUYS!! THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIIHICKLES!! AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA!!

Chara: Awwww, is the cute lizzy boy ticklish? (Oh I know it tickles MK! Hehehe.)

MK was very surprised upon hearing what Chara just asked him. Chara knows VERY WELL that MK is ticklish!

MK: YOOHOOHOOHOOU KNOHOHOHOHOW I AM CHAHAHAHAAHAHAHARA!! AHAHAHAHAND FRIHIHIHIIHISK, YOU KNOHOHOHOHOW HOHOHOHOHOW TIHIHIHIHCKLISH MY BEHEHEHELLY IS! AHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!

Frisk: Of course I do MK! And as I’ve said many times, it’s a really fun place to tickle you!

MK: AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAHA!!

Frisk and Chara made plans to team up and tickle MK today and that is exactly what they’re doing right now. :D Like Asriel, MK has very adorable laughter and this is actually the first time MK is being tickled by both of the girls. All of the other times, he was tickled by one or the other (more often Frisk).

After about ninety seconds, Frisk and Chara took things up a notch by using their other hands to tickle his sides while continuing to tickle his belly. Right now, MK’s sides are being tickled by Frisk’s left hand and Chara’s right hand while his belly is being tickled by Frisk’s right hand and Chara’s left hand.

MK: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! GUYS!!!! STAHAHAHAHAAHAP IT!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! I’M GOHOHOOHONNA BUHUHUST A GUT!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA!!!! EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!

Frisk: Already MK? It hasn’t even been three minutes!

Chara: Yeah MK, you can last longer than that!

MK: NOHOOHOOHOOHHOOHHO I CAHHAHAHAHAN’T!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! *squeak* GAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! OOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Frisk and Chara: (Awwww! He’s such a cutie!)

Frisk and Chara are having a lot of fun tickling MK together. They’ve teamed up numerous times to tickle Asriel and now that they have a cute ticklish lizard boy in their house, they can’t help working together to put a smile on his face as well. With two cute girls tickling him, MK can barely concentrate to use his tail to his advantage. All he can do is just sit there and take the tickles.

After about two minutes, Frisk and Chara stopped to give MK a breather and they told him that they would cut his break short if he tries to tickle one of them.

MK: *excited* So that’s what we’re gonna do today, huh? We’re gonna have a tickle fight?

Frisk: Yes! You versus me and Chara!

MK: Oh come on, that’s not fair!

Chara: It’s not supposed to fair MK! Our goal today is to team up and tickle every single drop of silliness out of you!

Frisk: And since you’re the silliest boy we know, it’s gonna take a REALLY LONG TIME! Hahaha!

MK: *nervous, but secretly excited* Um… Bye! *starts running away*

Chara: He’s making a run for it! Get him!

Frisk and Chara then started chasing after MK and they caught up to him in a matter of seconds. Just before MK could exit the living room, Frisk managed to grab his tail to prevent him from escaping. As Frisk held onto MK’s tail, Chara stepped in and helped Frisk pin him to the floor. (What does MK have to do to prevent everyone from grabbing his tail? ;P) With MK pinned to the floor, Frisk positioned herself on top of him so he couldn’t escape. All she has to do now is watch out for his tail!

MK: *pinned to the floor and is slightly annoyed* You know, I really love having a tail and all. But this *bleep* is getting old!

Chara: *gasp* MK! We don’t use that word in this house! Frisk, do you know what the punishment for that is?

Frisk: I sure do! Mwahahaha!

In a matter of seconds, Frisk lifted MK’s shirt and dug all ten of her fingers straight into his ribs. And as usual, MK howled with laughter, pounded his fists, kicked his legs, and swung his tail from side to side. As Frisk tickled MK, Chara decided to remove his shirt to make the upper body tickling more intense for him. As soon as Chara removes MK’s shirt, the only clothing the young lizard boy will still be wearing is his pants.

Chara: *starts pulling MK’s shirt off*

MK: *shaking very frantically* BWAAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA!!! NOHOHOHOOHOOHHO!!! *squeak* AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! DOHOHHOOHOHOHON’T TAHAHAHAHAHAHAAKE MY SHIHIHIHIHHIHIRT OFF!!! AHAHAHAHHAHAAHAAHAHAAAHAHA!!! *squeak*

Chara: Too late! *pulls MK’s shirt off completely* I already did! Hahaha!

With MK’s shirt removed, Chara proceeded to place some blankets and pillows down on the floor next to the couch so MK will be comfortable while he’s getting the living daylights tickled out of him.

Frisk: Coochie coochie coo MK!

MK: *also laughing at Frisk’s teasing* GAAHAAHAAHHAHAHAHAAAA!!! NOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHO!!! I’M SAHAHHAHAHAHARRY FRIHIHIHIHIHIIHISK!!! *squeak* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! *squeak*

Frisk: *blushing heavily* Not gonna work MK!

Chara: Nice job Frisk! Keep tickling him while I go grab some ropes!

MK: WAIT, WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAT?!!! GEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!

Frisk: You heard her MK! We can’t tickle the living daylights out of you keep moving your limbs and tail the way you are! *starts flirting with him* Ain’t the right Mr. Tickly Lizzy? *starts batting her eyelashes*

MK: *blushing* (Seriously Frisk, again?!) BWAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!

About one minute later, Chara returned with some ropes and tied MK’s wrists together as Frisk continued tickling him. With Frisk tickling him, MK found it hard to maintain control of his robot arms.

MK: HAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAAAHA!!! NOHOHOHOOHOHOOHO, NAHAHAHAHAHAAHAT THE ROHOHOOHOOHOHOOPE!!! *squeak* BWAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAT THE ROHOHOHOHOHOOPE!!!

As soon as MK’s wrists were tied together, Chara proceeded to tie MK’s thighs together. With MK kicking his legs frantically, Chara needed some help keeping his legs still. So Frisk then faced the opposite direction and applied enough pressure with her hands on his knees to hold his legs down in order to prevent him from kicking. Frisk also managed to trap MK’s tail right under his legs. With MK’s legs held down and his tail trapped, Chara took a second rope and tied it around MK’s thighs and inner portion of his tail. As Chara tied MK’s thighs together, Frisk repeatedly squeezed his knees to keep him laughing.

MK: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAAHAHAP!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHHEASE!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!

Frisk: Stop?! Now why would I do that?!

Chara: *tying rope around MK’s thighs and tail* Yeah MK! We’re just getting started! As soon as you’re tied up, we’re REALLY going to make you laugh!

MK: NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHU’RE INSAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHANE!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!

After about one minute, MK’s thighs were securely tied up.

A few seconds later, Chara started tying a third rope around his calves and the outer portion of his tail. As Chara did that, Frisk got in a different position to tickle MK. Frisk is now lying on her stomach on top of MK with her head close to his ankles and her feet close to his underarms. Before too long, Frisk used her feet to tickle MK’s underarms and sides to tickle him while Chara continues tying his calves together (Frisk is currently wearing her socks). In addition to that, Frisk tickled the tops of his feet with her fingers to tease him before she and Chara start tickling his super sensitive soles.

MK: PFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! FRIHIHIHIHHIHHISK!!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAP TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLING ME!!!! GAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! YOOHOOHOOU BIG MEEHEEHEEHEANIE!!!!

Frisk: MK, how many times do I have to tell you?! Telling me that I’m mean only makes me want to tickle you more! *tickles harder with her feet*

MK: BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA!!!!! OK, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH I’M AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA SAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!

Frisk: Again, not gonna work!

After another minute, MK’s calves were securely tied together and his tail was rendered practically immobile due to it being tied to his legs in two places. Now Frisk and Chara don’t have to worry about him trying anything funny with his tail.

Chara: All right Frisk, let’s move him over to the blanket and pillows.

Frisk: You got it sis! *stops tickling MK*

The two girls then dragged MK over near the couch and positioned him on the blanket and pillows Chara laid out for him a while ago.

Frisk: There you go MK. Just because you’re going to get tickled into oblivion doesn’t mean you can’t be comfortable all the while it’s happening. You are comfortable, aren’t you MK?

MK: I can’t lie. Yes I am. Kind of wish I wasn’t tied up though.

Frisk: Awww. I know what will cheer you up. Some more tickles! *lightly spiders her fingers all along his belly*

MK: AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! FRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISK, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

As Frisk tickled MK yet again, Chara positioned MK’s robot arms over his head. She then grabbed a fourth rope and tied one end of it around MK’s right wrist and then she looped it around the front right leg of the couch and then she tied the other end around MK’s left wrist. By the time she finished, MK was unable to move his arms forward and down to his lower abdomen. In addition to that, Chara took a fifth rope and tied it around MK’s ankles.

MK: AHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!

Frisk: *stops tickling MK* Alright giggly boy! We’re gonna let you rest a while before we begin the REAL TICKLING!

MK: Come on guys, this isn’t fair! What’s wrong with a good old-fashioned tickle fight?

Chara: Absolutely nothing MK. It’s just nice to keep everyone on their toes every once in a while by changing things up. And speaking of toes, I almost forgot.

With that said; Chara started tying a string around MK’s innermost toes and it tickled him a little when the string moved in between his toes.

MK: No Chara! Heeheeheehee! Don’t tie my toes too! Heeheeheehee! Enough with all the ropes and strings! Heeheeheehee!

After about forty-five seconds, MK’s innermost toes were securely bound together.

Chara: And there we go. Now you’re all ready to be tickled into oblivion MK!

MK: Guys, come on! You don’t have to do this! Can’t we talk this out!

Chara: Oh MK, you REALLY should have known this was going to happen somewhere along the line. And now’s as good a time as any!

Frisk: Besides, we know what will make you feel better about the current situation.

MK: You do? What?

Chara: Some affection. *caresses MK’s head*

MK: *moan* Chara, that’s feels so nice. I love having my head rubbed, especially by you.

Chara: I know you do MK. Frisk, care to join in?

Frisk: Sure thing Chara. *starts rubbing MK’s belly*

MK: Oh, you’re rubbing my belly again, huh? That’s alright I guess. (It feels amazing Frisk! Don’t stop!)

As Frisk rubbed MK’s belly, she had a large smile on her face because she could tell MK was enjoying it. He’s just not willing to admit it, that’s all.

For the next while, MK just lied on the floor all tied up and enjoyed the continuous affection from Frisk and Chara while he could before the inevitable gets put into full effect.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Story Of A Hero -17

[PS- From here, Bayesh’s last name was changed to Saarinen. It’s been changed in the full copy as of oct 21 2018, but not on the published chapters of SOAH on tumblr. It’d be really difficult to go through every post and change it, but the final cut will have this change <3]

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Kat had not lived in her parents’ home for a while now, but you couldn’t tell at first glance.

Her room remained similar to how it always had been- Minus, maybe, the mess of clothes, the tower computer, and all the comic books that had been in the barren bookshelf. The walls were still papered with posters, the drapes and blankets were still matching black and white diamonds with a circus theme, and it still smelled like lavender and old books, even with Kat long gone.

There’s always been something cold about guest rooms- They lacked a sense of personality, of life. Generic beds, sparsely decorated rooms… After an awful night like he’d had, it was nice to spend the night somewhere that wasn’t lifeless. Movie posters from films they’d all seen together, trophies he’d watched her get… Even with Kat having gone home for the night, Wesley felt like she was still here, and that he wasn’t spending the night alone. Bitt hopped upon the circus top lamp and chose to sleep there, where she could be seen, to remind him she was there, too.

William and Bayesh woke up early the next morning to prepare for their day at school. Kero only worked whenever he was called, and the two always conducted their morning routines with a respectful silence. It surprised William that a drowsy, half asleep Wesley joined him in the kitchen as he was eating. “Morning,” Wesley mumbled, settling down on a stool. “Good morning. Did we wake you up?” William asked, concerned. Wesley gave an exhausted shrug. “Honestly? Anything wakes me up; I’m kind of a light sleeper… Coming downstairs was my choice, though” Wesley explained. “Oh,” William said, “I see.”

He returned his attention to his own food for a while, but noticed that Wesley had not moved, staring into space. William poked him carefully, and Wesley blinked, looking back over to the younger kid with confusion. “Huh? Sorry. Got lost in thought,” he said. “Did you need something?” “No, but I did want to remind you that you are free to grab yourself breakfast… As you’ve always been. Are you alright?” William asked. It made the brunet wonder if there was some kind of indication on his face as to his mood, or if he was just worried about what had happened last night. Wesley replied with a small shrug, and he got up to grab himself some toast… Before feeling bad that he had been kind of dishonest, and he turned to frown at William as he waited. “I’m good- I mean, with regards to last night, at least. I was just thinking about how all my stuff is at home. Clothes, text books, the works.But I don’t really want to go back there. But I need to. You know?” William nodded in understanding. After all, one couldn’t wear the same clothes all day every day, and schoolwork was very difficult without the proper materials. “If you’re willing to wait, Bayesh and I can go with you after school?” he suggested. At least that way, Wesley didn’t have to go back alone, they could get everything moved easier with more bodies and, most importantly, the most intimidating person he knew would be there to silence any confrontations. “I don’t really want my mom yelling at you, bud,” said Wesley,shaking his head at the idea. A kind hearted little kid like William didn’t deserve to be yelled at, too. If his mother thought that her own son was a freak, he didn’t want to imagine how she’d react to someone else’s child. “That’s why I said /Bayesh/ and I,” he said. Again, Wesley shook his head. “I don’t really want Bayesh yelling at her either… And we know that he will. I don’t want any yelling at all, really. I think I’ve had enough of it.” Defeated, William nodded. They both knew that Bayesh had been downright enraged at the way that Wesley had been treated. That anger had been boiling ever since the first time that Wesley had come in with an injury, and surely if the two met it would burst, and Bayesh along with it. After everything, Wesley just wanted some peace; a protective Bayesh was far from peaceful. “Angel, then?” William suggested. Whereas his father was an intimidating presence, Angel had an aura of quiet elegance that commanded respect from those around her. Unfortunately, thinking the suggestion was a joke, Wesley laughed it off. William was about to continue, but he noticed the time, and sighed. “I need to get ready for school, but I will keep thinking on this,” he affirmed, then rinsed his bowl, leaving Wesley and his toast alone in the kitchen.

After breakfast and waving the Saarinens’ away, Wesley returned to bed to try and catch a little bit more sleep. He was awakened by bubble noises… It took a few moments for him to realize that it had been his phone. Katherine was texting him.

[K@] Sup? Stuffs still @ home I hear?

[W] Yeah.

[K@] No worries, i got a brilliant plan

[W] Do I want to know?

[K@] Duh Anyways… Funfact- it’s not considered a B&E if you actually live there. Even if a talented friend teleports ya in when no one is home. (That’s me, btw)

[W] Pretty sure my mom will think she was robbed And call the police.

[K@] Huh yeah… Guess I didn’t have that problem lol Leave a note?

[W] Saying what? “Your son came and stole all his stuff ok bye”?

[K@] OMG fine, you wanna waste the $$ you spent on that program failing it be my guest Just don’t stink up my room one undies wonder

[W] >:T

[K@] Real talk tho- Write.a.letter! If you need a hand, ask Kero. Gotta run ttyl <3 Write! Write!

Wesley dropped his phone with a sigh. Write a letter. So much easier said than done. He couldn’t just… Write a letter, go home, steal his stuff and leave. But… then again, he couldn’t sit in these clothes forever, or not brush his teeth or show up to class without his text books… He rolled off the bed and determinedly made his way to the basement.

Beyond the basement door, any illusion of a normal family was shattered. It was an open area the length and width of the home with only two small rooms adjacent. One was the laundry room, and the other, Wesley had never seen open. The grand room had a great deal of gym equipment, and gymnast equipment. Bars he fondly remembered Kat hanging from, a swing and a set of trapezes below which were soft mats. As Wesley came down the stairs, he saw Kero pulling one of Katherine’s old sectional beams to the side. “Need a hand with that?” he asked softly. Kero chuckled softly, shaking his head. He set the beam aside and turned to smile at Wesley. “Nah. I brought this thing down here when she first showed interest, and I’m not too old to bring it back up again… Besides, aren’t you a guest?” Wesley shrugged. Guest or no, he still wanted to help. The Saarinen’s had never really treated him like a guest. He’d always felt at home here, moreso than he’d ever felt at his actual home. They only used the ‘you’re a guest’ thing in a playful fashion. Apparently that wasn’t going to change even with his longer stay. “Guess so. Side note- Can I borrow a piece of paper?” “Yeah,” Kero replied. To Wesley’s surprise, Kero headed immediately to the door that Wesley had never seen open. Curiously, he poked his head in. It turned out to be a small office, likely for Bayesh while he did his teacher work. Well organized and unremarkable, at the exception of the countless frames on the walls. Stepping forwards, he observed them, and when Kero noticed him staring, he put a hand on his shoulder, fondly. “Never been in here,” he said softly. “Nice photos… Hey, that one’s Kat’s first birthday party, and… that’s our graduation?” “Yup,” Kero replied, grinning. Wesley continued to observe while Kero rummaged around, cursing his boyfriend and his organization standards. ‘Local boy donates dozens of handmade toys to Pediatric Hospital’. Read a piece of newspaper, an article they had written about him. Beside it there was also a diploma, one that belonged, surprisingly, to Kero. Looking for Bayesh’s, he noticed a photo of a woman with two children and asked Kero who she was. “Kyolin Tengshe, and her two kids.” “Who was she?” “Lady Redd.” “Oh. I’m… I’m really sorry,” Wesley said. He could see the sorrow in Kero’s face, so he quickly turned to a different photo. It was old, but the woman pictured was pretty lovely. “And her?” “That’s my mother. Her name was Eirini.” Wesley vaguely remembered that she’d died rather tragically when Kero was young, and was struck with horror. This game of who’s-who was only making things worse. He let out a sigh. “I’m sorry,” he said again. The hand on his shoulder moved to ruffle his hair. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, kiddo. Anyways! What’re you up to?” He asked, trying to defuse the tension and hand Wesley the paper and pen he had asked for. He took them gingerly and shrugged. “Writing a note to my mom. Kat wants us to break into her house while she’s at work and steal my stuff,” he said, trying to make it sound like it was not at all a big deal. “It’s not really stealing if it’s your stuff though, is it?” “That’s exactly what Kat said. You sound like your daughter,” Wesley said, chuckling. “Weird!” Kero exclaimed playfully, “It’s almost like she’s my daughter or something!” They both broke out into a fit of laughter. When they calmed, Wesley spoke again. “Anyways, said daughter suggested I ask you for help. Not… really sure why, but…” This made Kero’s expression drop again, and Wesley suddenly felt guilty again, as if that was just something that he shouldn’t have said. “I do,” Kero said. “Follow me.”

They walked upstairs in silence, to the top floor, and came to a stop at Kero and Bayesh’s door. “Exam time, final year of high school. I came home, excited, college acceptance in my hand… But when I came to find my mom to tell her… Well. I always knew she had depression, but no one ever expected that she’d- She’d kill herself. That day, the school called, to tell her there was something wrong with me- That I ran too fast for it to be normal, you know. I was convinced she’d killed herself out of shame for what I was. I spent so much time with that weight on my mind. I didn’t know how to feel about what I was. Can you imagine? Coming home and finding a corpse, one bullet to the head, and feeling like it was your fault?” “No,” Wesley admitted softly, and that made Kero smile. Once again, he had a hand on his shoulder. “I hope you never do. I spent a good chunk of my life blaming myself for something that just… wasn’t my fault. And then, suddenly there comes this brilliant man into my life who points out the biggest flaw in all this- She never heard the message to begin with. I only knew they’d called because the voicemail light was flashing, but it wouldn’t be if she’d actually heard the message. When I stopped blaming myself, I finally saw the bigger picture. That it was never my fault, that she was sick. I… I realize it sounds like I’m just suddenly dumping this all on you, but-” “No, I get it,” Wesley cut him off, smiling encouragingly. “I see the similarities.” “But do you see the point?” he asked. “You can’t shoulder all of the blame for the bad things that happen around you, and you do. A lot. You need to step back and face the bigger picture. This letter Kat wants you to write isn’t just to let her know you’re taking your things and leaving. It’s got to be the real truth of the matter and, maybe, just maybe, you might convince her to seek help, because I think your mother may be sick, too. I don’t mean that as an offense, by the way.”

Wesley’s mouth formed an ‘o’ as he fully registered what Kero was trying to say, and by extension, Kat as well. “You… you were busy, yeah? You can go back to that, and I.. I think I can handle this,” Wesley said, nodding. Once more his hair was ruffled. “Never too busy for you, kiddo. Let me know if you need any help. I might not be a linguistic genius like Bayesh...But I’ve been there.” “I know… And thank you.” He nodded, and let Kero go back to moving things in the basement while he settled at the table to write. It took a bit of crossing out and a few drafts, but Wesley finally managed to get the concise, clear truth that he wanted on paper.

“Dear Mom

I feel I have done everything I can to make you understand that my powers are not evil. It’s a piece of me, and just like a hand can be used to break and create, so are my powers laden with equal potential to be either good or bad. It’s all in how you use them, and I am going to continue to use them and help whoever I can. Unfortunately, because we can’t see eye to eye on this matter, I have to leave. Despite everything, I still love you. Kind of silly, huh? You’ve literally burned me, yet I still love you and forgive you. Since we’re being honest here, I don’t think any sane person would literally burn their own child. Maybe after some time apart you can step back and realize that what you did was wrong. Hard to hear that you’re wrong, but there it is. I’ve always believed in honesty. If you do decide to actually love me for me, all of me, then I’m not going to change my phone number. Bad enough dad did that to us, I’m not going to do it to you. Love always., Your son Wesley, and his Adex. Her name is Bitt and she is a frog, btw.”

The note was taped to his bedroom, after it was stripped of all the important things.

#SOAH #SOAH17 #Story of a hero 17

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[RF] Summer night walk home from the pub

Here I am, outside the pub, lovely warm glow in my cheeks now after some lovely pints with the lads, the boys. Fuck it, they're not my boys, I know them but do I fuck. Don't get me wrong, I have friends, my boys, just not these lads. They're grand lads in their own right, just more acquaintance. D'you see, I was a bit of an outsider when I was in primary school, so I never really had much to do with them, at least nothing good. They're all a bit older too, so you'd expect that. Then I went to school in town ,and they all went to the local secondary, so really I didn't see a lot of them til I was about 16.

I'd a run in with some of them when I was 13 or 14 I think, I told some stupid lies to the wrong lad, next thing I know I'm standing there by the road with a gang of them around me and my pants around my ankles, and that fucker with his light that looked like a gun up to my head. Wanker. Didn't get a slap or anything, just, that changed things for me a little. I was an intense young fella but that was a bit shit.

I got stronger and a bit fitter and sure I was mad about the bit of football, and happy out to play with the under 21s when I was asked. Well able to mix it, so I caught up with them again then. We'd plenty drama between this and then, like farting around with missed communications, me being called a snake and a lickarse for turning up to a game they told me wasn't on, because they wanted the coach gone. Dad didn't help with that side of things either. He was on the board and went fucking nuclear, like fucking Nuremberg. Hauled em all up in front of a panel. That was too fucking far. I think he knows it too. But anyways, years ago.

And there I am, outside, with a nice mist falling on my face outside on a summer's night. It's a weird feeling, like, I was happy out to be inside with the lads in a way, sitting back supping a few pints, making a funny quip or 2, I can be witty enough, but more so with my own friends. Sure these lads mightn't get my humour, the way I went to school in town, and away for college. But being outside the door of the pub, with the lovely silent closeness and hum of the night, with the orangey street light over my head, I like being here like this.

Right, fuck this, there's no reception up here so I'm walking home. It's going to be about a half an hour home, and sure by the time I get signal and there's someone up for me I'll nearly be home anyways. So off we walk, over across the road near the graveyard, then around the corner and up the road, towards the church. It's dark along here, but sure I'll hear the cars coming anyways, I'll keep in out of the way, nothing out tonight only the clouds and myself. Lovely warm night.

Sure I was a lonely enough lad I spose when I was younger. Fighting with the sisters, bored in school, bit beneath me like. I could understand most of it, and I was good at anything I cared about, but just like, meh, who cares about doing schoolwork. Telly or matches or out kicking ball or doing fucking anything other than looking at books when I came home. I told the parents we'd no homework for a month straight. They opened the diary one evening and found about 3 pages of notes from the bitch of a teacher. Did she not realise I really didn't like homework, and I knew it anyways, bored off my shite, who has time for homework. I used get anxious about it though. I had an ulcer when I was 14. Dad just thought I was being a bit of a mope. I didn't know what was going on.

But it's a lovely night here, up the road now passing the school. Few more lights here. The school looks tiny now. Sure it used be massive when we went here before. Everything's tiny. The road. The fence. The walk from here up to the church. Took ages. Small legs I spose. Lovely night for a walk home. Still a nice buzz off the pints.

How many pints did I have? 7 I'd say. I bought my own pint first, then I got Jackie one and we were on a few rounds then. Time is it... half 1. Yeah, surely only 7. Or 8. Fuck it, Dave gave me a jaegerbomb. I never bought him back one. I better get him a drink now the next time. Hanna was on tonight too. She's looking haggard enough these days.

The new church looks nice now in the few street lights, I wonder what the loan is looking like these days. I've not paid anything to it. I spose I should, but like, how do you go about that? Can you put it through the business do you think, tax break like? Ara fuck it, what'll they do, tear it down? Right, point her for home now, that's the highest point here now. All down hill from here. The night is clearing too. Turning into a nice auld evening altogether. Cooling down a bit too.

That's the end of the lights here too between now and home. sure we'll hear the cars. Donal bought me a pint too sure, Carlsberg, where ever he got the notion I'd be drinking Carlsberg. I don't think I've ever seen pints of Carlsberg inside there before. Why did he do that actually, like, twas a bit random. Sure I drank it anyways. Was it a joke? Did the lads give it to me for a laugh. Fucking eejit now'll drink this. Like the time they pissed in the coke bottle full of diluted orange. That was years ago. Ah fuck it he wouldn't have done that. Sure he was at our wedding.

Who's this now ringing. Liam? Fuck it, tis late for him to be on to me.

...

Well Liam, what's the craic?

Haha, langers laaaaad.

Walking home now in the dark, not a star in the sky. Some night ya? Class day for a barbecue alright.

Tomorrow ya. Who's there with ye?

...

Well Paul!

Nah, just walking home now from the pub. Just a few pints.

Hahaha, fuck off, I don't have a dog collar on me, I'm allowed out on my own. She's down home for a few days.

Yea. Hold on, car coming there. Fuck it he's flying. I better stand in.

hfumph

Well, I should be safe enough in here.

Well I'd nowhere to go really so I just fell arse first into the ditch. Car's gone there now. Jesus he was bombing it. Ah lads, It's starting to piss rain here.

Hold on, there's a fertiliser bag here next to me.

Perfect.

Sure look, worse places to sit out a shower like this.

Ya, sure I'll sit here, what's the harm in that.

Nah, I'm kinda off the ground. The briars are holding me up.

Haha, yeah, fine batch of thorns straight into my arse. Nah, it's grand, I can't feel em anyways. Many of ye out at Liam's today?

Fuck, nice crowd. I'm coming up tomorrow to ye, I'm bringing stuff for the barbecue. Right, only a quick shower. I better dig myself out of this and keep going.

Talk to ye tomorrow, ya ya, talk to ye, ya ya bye bye. Dickhead. Haha.

...

Right, sure I better bring this bag home with me, shouldn't really be leaving it in the ditch, litter and all like. Might be out of Ryan's or O’Hara's. Hardly, they'd surely pick up all their bags and use them again. Them Ryan's are after building some size of houses, fair play to them. Off away and made plenty money for themselves. Well able to talk and well able to work. C'mere, if you can build a house like that for yourselves, you've done something right.

Grand night out now again, that shower's after freshening up the whole place. Now, let's see how drunk I am, can I still jump the cattle grid. Ha, there we go, haven't lost it yet anyways. Where's the key for this place now. Fuck it, never mind, it's open. Right, lock this thing now. Into the dog in the kitchen. Sound asleep. She's some house pet. Toast? Oh yes, with real butter and proper Irish cheddar. Heaps of butter. Place is spotless, better put this stuff away. Too late for tea, pint of water will do, lovely stuff. Night dog! Down to say hello the mam and dad, tell em I'm home safe.

...

Hi, I'm back.

Ya, decent crowd.

Donal and Jackie, and a few more.

Ya. What time are ye heading to mass? Ok, sure I'll see ye tomorrow.

Night.

...

Happy out there they are. Fair play to them.

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jetfics · 7 years

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Prom?

A/N: here ya go @abbessolute I hope you like it :)

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Reader, John (sorta)

Warnings: language towards the end, fluff-ish

Word Count: 4,168

Summary: Reader has a little prom mishap

“I don’t know, Dean. I don’t know if any of the girls around here would go for a guy like you. You’re the drifter kind. They all seem pretty hometown-y,” Sam said as he moved to push open the door of the boathouse, following behind his brother, both of them trying to get back to the car so John wouldn’t get on their case for dawdling.

“You might be right but did you SEE that girl at the counter? I could feel our connection,” Dean said with conviction, to which Sam scoffed. Of course Dean would say something like that.

“Dean the only thing you can feel is th-” Sam didn’t get to finish what he was saying because at that moment he collided with another person on the walkway.

“Sorry! I didn’t see you! Are you okay?” He held out his hand towards the person, who he could now see was a girl.

“Uh, yeah. I’m… I’m fine, sorry.”

She was very quiet and Dean automatically frowned, big brother senses kicking in. She was definitely not okay.

“Hey, you sure about that?” he said as he knelt next to the girl who was still on the ground. Upon his closer look, he could see that she had a little blood right under her nose that she had probably tried to wipe off. There was also a small cut above her eyebrow. Curious.

“Ye..ah…”

He held out his hand and she didn’t take it as she pushed herself off the ground, swiping a sleeve under her nose and turning to look behind her.

“Okay, well.. Sorry for running into you, I guess. See you around…” Sam said uncertainly as Dean stared her down intensely.

“Me too,” then she was gone. Walking around the boathouse and disappearing.

“Dean, what was all that about?”

“She was not okay, Sammy. She looked like someone had taken some good swings at her… Did you not see the bloody nose?”

“It could have just been a shadow, Dean. Dad’s waiting for us...”

“Yeah, just shadows…” Dean looked behind him at the girl’s retreating back and tried to shake the feeling. Frowning, Sam grabbed his brother by the jacket and tugged him towards John and the Impala, impatient to stay on their fathers not-bad side.

The next day John dropped them both off at the high school, giving them the same speech as usual. Be ready right after school, lie if you have to about your lifestyle, yadda yadda. They both nodded through it and then walked into the school, grim faced. It was gonna be a long day. They parted ways at the office and Sam looked eager for school.

As Dean found his way to his first class, he noticed that the girl from the other night was picking her way through the teenagers and staring at the floor as she did so. She looked even worse off than last night, a bruise forming above her eye and there was a cut on her nose that he hadn’t noticed before.

“Hey!” He called out to her. She didn’t look at him, but instead pushed right past his body and didn’t say a word. Frowning, Dean looked after her once and then resumed his search for his classroom. The girl crossed his mind once more before he had to focus on the actual schoolwork, and then no more.

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Two months later:

“(Y/N/N)! Come sit with me and Sammy!” Dean called, spotting you heading towards the usual table, taking a seat next to the younger Winchester and across from Dean.

“Hi,” you said, still grinning.

“Dean has something to ask you,” Sam blurted before anyone could say anything more. Dean glared at his brother.

“I…just… I was wo-”

“Hey Amanda! I have a question for you, sweetheart,” a voice said. Frowning a little bit, you turned and came face to face with one of the transfer students. He was a Junior and you noticed him around the halls but never actually paid him any attention until now. He was reasonably attractive, and would be even more so if he hadn’t said “sweetheart” or called you by the wrong name.

“Uh…” was the reply.

“I don’t have a date for the prom yet and I figured I’d ask you if you’d like to go with me?” He smiled at you, and something about it felt wrong but you were caught completely off guard and didn’t pick up on that. But Dean and Sam did. Dean let out a quiet growl and Sam elbowed him, giving a dangerous look to his brother.

“I, uh, I… sure?”

“Bangin! Talk to you later then, babe,” and he walked away. Brandon. That was his name, you thought as he walked away towards a big group of guys waiting just outside the doors to the cafeteria. You turned back to the boys and were met with a red faced Dean and a shocked Sam.

“What?”

“You just… he asked you… why did you say yes?!” Dean nearly yelled, only keeping it down because he realized that he was in public.

“What, you thought I wouldn’t get asked?” you said with a frown.

“No-”

“Dean…. You know what, forget it. I’m gonna go… do homework.” you said as you stood up and threw out lunch, trying to keep from crying in front of either of them. As you made your way to the library, you let yourself think a little bit.

It had been two months since you’d first met the Winchester brothers. You had run into Sam and Dean at the local Yacht club. Literally. It wasn’t usual for you to be there, but there had been a party. A friend of a friend had invited you, apparently someone’s parents had a big boat budget and bought a two story yacht. It was just a whim. You hated parties in general, but it had been a desperate attempt for some distraction. Your boyfriend had just cheated on you and tried to blame it on the fact that you wouldn’t have sex with him. That relationship ended as fast as you could push him out of your house. So a party was the perfect distraction. Get hammered, maybe talk to some reasonably cute people, go home and sleep it off. Good for at least one night unencumbered with guilt. But that’s not really what had happened. Instead, you’d gotten there, had one drink then was unceremoniously dragged off the boat by two guys. They had walked alongside of you, “escorting” you towards someplace dark and grassy. Trying to get away, you’d kicked one of them in the balls and gave the other one a good hard punch to the stomach. Before you could run though, one of them knocked you in the face with a closed fist and there had been stars. But it turned out to not be enough to hinder you from finally bolting. It was after that when you literally ran right into Sam, embarrassed and frightened. After that, you’d seen both of them at school, they noticed, or Dean noticed, and befriended you. It was odd. They were on the social fringes, just moved to town, loners. But once you got to know them, the Winchester boys were the sweetest, most hilarious people you had ever been around. It was easy to fall for the eldest boy, he seemed like everything you wanted in a guy. Nothing like your father or ex douchebag. But you didn’t want to ruin anything you guys had as friends and so you pushed any feelings to the back of your mind and focused on being friends with him instead. It was working well.

Sitting down in a chair in the back of the library, you pulled your knees up to your chest, tried to stop thinking about the Winchesters and focus on the fact that someone had asked you to prom. Granted, he was a junior and you were a senior, but still… prom. Maybe the year would end on a better note than it started.

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Prom was tomorrow and you were actually excited. You had your dress, you knew how the makeup and hair was going to go and you had decided not to wear heels, so you’d be your normal height. You were so excited that you didn’t realize the fact that Brandon hadn’t actually TALKED to you in a week and a half. He’d ignored you and every attempt to interact. But if you noticed, you didn’t say anything and continued getting stuff together for the dance. It was gonna be special. You had never been the kind of person to get asked to things or to go to them at all, but senior year must be an exception, right?

It was midnight before you actually sat down and took a breath. Thursday meant after school you worked until ten and then came home to do homework. Thursdays were busy and you were glad to be done. In just about eighteen hours it would be senior prom and you’d be having fun. Maybe there’d even be an afterparty, who knew? Smiling at no one, you headed up to your room, falling into bed immediately and sleeping like a baby.

The next day at school, you ran into Dean at the lockers.

“Dean… what are you doing?” you asked him wearily as he leaned against the door grinning.

“Just admiring the view,” your stomach gave a little jump but you refused to acknowledge it.

“Quit it. You know how much I don’t like it when you joke with me.”

He wasn’t joking though. You just didn’t know it. He wanted to bad to tell you how he felt but he couldn’t seem to do it. Sam kept pestering and saying that if he didn’t do it soon, he’d never get a chance to. Dean knew his brother was right. John wouldn’t leave them in Sioux Falls for long, he figured. It would probably be at most another month and a half before they’d be out hunting again.

“I ain’t jokin, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, ok. What do you want, tough guy?”

“Nothing, I just feel like we haven’t seen each other in forever. I miss my girl!”

“I’ll tell you what. Come by after school. You can help me get ready for prom,” you grinned at the thought of him helping her with her hair or makeup.

“I don’t know if I’m any good with that girl stuff but I’ll be there,” he gave you a smile that reached his eyes and made them sparkle. You loved when they did that.

“Okay then. I’ll see you at lunch then, Dean-o?”

“Hell yeah, (Y/N/N).”

With a laugh, you grabbed your stuff and said bye to him, heading to the first classes of the day. Everything went so slowly, lunch came and went and then, finally, school was over. Everyone was obviously excited for the dance that night and there was no lack of talking and yelling in the hall as they all headed home to get ready.

You was just about to leave when you felt a hand grab your arm. Whirling around expecting one of the Winchesters, you came face to face with Brandon. Giving him a wide smile, you went to say hello but he started talking first.

“Hey so you know how I asked you to go to the dance tonight? Yeah… I don’t really think you and I would be good together… I’m gonna go with Jamie from third hour… I hope you don’t mind,” He smiled patronizingly, patted you on the cheek and then turned around and walked away, a couple of guys on his heel, snickering. Your smile, which was still plastered on your face, began fading as the realization of what had just happened sunk in. He probably never even planned on actually going with you. It was probably all just a huge joke. Attempting to keep tears from making a very untimely appearance, you pushed your way through the few people who were lingering on the front steps of the school trying to get to the car as fast as possible.

“(Y/N/N)! Hey, hold up!” Dean had the worst timing.

“Not now Dean,” you called without looking back.

“But…” Now you were crying as you slid into the driver’s seat and tried to drive the speed limit while simultaneously booking it out of the parking lot. It took a lot longer than normal to get home, due to the fact that you could barely see, but you managed it. When you pulled into the driveway, there was a familiar black Impala waiting.

“This can not be happening right now,” you whispered to the inside of her car. Wiping your face off and taking a stuttering breath, you stepped out onto the sidewalk, head down, trying to avoid Dean and/or Sam.

“(Y/N)! What’s going on! Hey!” Dean. Was Sam with him? That would be golden. The two greatest people in your life seeing you have a breakdown... over a guy.

“Go home Dean.”

“I thought I was gonna help you get ready though…” He followed you inside and shut the door behind him. Ok, well, at least no Sam.

“No, not anymore.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, just go home.” You were quickly losing any will to not cry more. Crying sucked and you tried to avoid it at all costs. It was extremely difficult to keep at bay in light of the events that had gone down, though.

“(Y/N/N), talk to me,” his voice had gone soft and it was so damn hard to keep your composure.

“Brandon… what even did he do? He canceled? Bailed? I dunno what the right word for it is, but that happened.”

“He blew you off? The douchebag…”

You absolutely couldn’t control it anymore. The tears came and with them it was just sob after sob that hurt your lungs and made you feel like you were going to suffocate.

“Hey, no, no, did I say something?”

You shook your head no.

“Why are you crying? He was just a stupid kid.”

“I’m angry!” You finally got out. And then, you were on a roll, “I’m angry because I’m crying in front of you, I’m angry because I can’t even get a date to my senior fucking prom, I’m angry because I’m me and I hate myself damn it! I mean… I guess I thought I could get a break, what with it being my senior year and maybe it might end on a good note. Brandon was probably a douchebag, sure. I didn’t see it because I was so damn stuck in my own little world planning for something that he knew was a joke all along. I’m just a huge fucking joke to everyone apparently. I mean… my dad couldn’t stick around, I can’t find any guy who is remotely interested in me unless it’s for sex and I am living with my grandmother who can’t even control her own bladder anymore. I’m a joke, my life is a joke and I don’t even know how much more of this shit I can handle and-”

“(Y/N) stop. Take a breath, sit down and just shut. Up.” Dean put his hands on your shoulders and guided you to the couch.

“Listen to me very closely because I’m not about to repeat myself. You’re not any of those things. Not a joke, and you shouldn’t hate yourself because, sweetheart, have you seen yourself?”

“But…”

“No, (Y/N/N). I don’t think this is even about Bran-douchebag. I think he just reinforced all of this bullshit that you’ve got running around your head. None of which is true.”

“How do you know though?”

“Because two months is enough time for me to get to know a person and realize how much I like them. And you’re it, my girl.”

“What are you saying, Dean?” You were trying to follow his reasoning but still hiccuping and a little confused from your outburst, it was hard.

“What I’m saying is that you’re my favorite person, aside from Sammy, in the world. I’m saying that your brown eyes aren’t just brown, they’re my favorite fucking color. And your hair, damn it (Y/N), I don’t know what it is about your hair but it blows my mind. And your jokes. They’re so bad and I love them. I could go on and on, but you have a prom to get ready for and I’m supposed to be helping you and not spilling my guts here…”

“Dean... will you go with me?”

“What… to prom? Me?”

“Yes… you…”

“I’d love to,” he said with a grin on his face. He reached towards you and wrapped you in the most un-platonic hug he’d ever given to a girl. It was wonderful and comforting and you wondered why you’d never said anything to him before about how you felt.

“You have a suit or anything?”

“I’ve got one, yep. I’ll run home and get it and be right back, okay? I’m plan to make tonight amazing for you.”

“After that speech… I don’t think there’s much else you gotta do,” you grinned and watched as he ran out to his car.

He didn’t take away how you felt, but he definitely made you question the bad thoughts. Maybe that’s the best it would get. You weren’t complaining.

It took him approximately twenty minutes before he was back at the house in a tux, looking handsome. You were sitting in front of the mirror putting on makeup. He had his hands running through you hair in lieu of a brush and it was amazing.

“Thank you, Dean.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he grinned at you in the mirror and you gave it right back with a blush.

“Hello?” Sam called from downstairs.

“Up here, Sammy!”

The lanky boy could be heard clambering up the stairs and then down the hall, appearing in the doorway.

“Hey! You guys look good! Dean filled me in on the situation. Sorry about Brandon, (Y/N).”

“Aw thanks Sam. It’s okay. I mean… it’s not okay, but I have a feeling that it doesn’t matter much either way. Dean talked me out of killing him outright,” you laughed. Sam gave a smile and held up the dress that was hanging on the back of the door.

“This what you’re gonna wear?”

“Yup! It matches with her hair, doesn’t it Sammy?” Dean said excitedly.

The other two people in the room gave him a strange look and he blushed.

“I can appreciate coordination sometimes….”

“Okay, whatever then, Deanna,” Sam snorted.

“What are you even doing here, dude?” Dean grumbled.

“Moral support. I figured she’d need a lot of it if she’s going with you, you dumbass.”

“Be nice, Sam. He is my date, even if he is a big goof,” Amy sad humorously.

“Well… when you two are ready, I’ve got the camera. I’ll be playing the part of the clingy parent.”

“I’m ready now. (Y/N), you gonna be ready soon? We’ve got like… twenty minutes to get there if we wanna get good parking.”

“Yeah, just gotta get my dress on, give me a minute.”

You went to the bathroom, changed and was out, ready to go.

“You look fantastic, (Y/N/N).” Dean said with a content smile. He would think (Y/N) looked beautiful in a t-shirt and jeans but it was nice seeing you dolled up.

“To prom, then, kids!”

“Sam, you’re younger than both of us…”

“Don’t talk back to me, young man. Now come take a picture before you go.”

You and Dean chuckled and followed orders, posing at the staircase like normal people do. After the pictures were all taken and retaken, Sam shooed you both out of the house and into the Impala, sliding in the back.

“What? I can’t just stay at your house…”

“Sam, go take my car. I’ll just have Dean drive me to it.”

“Thanks, (Y/N)! I’ll see you guys later. Have fun!”

And then you were off.

Arriving at the school and finding parking was a breeze. Checking in was also not bad. The decorations were beautiful, it was a “Phantom Of The Opera” theme, so everything was elegant and the music was absolutely beautiful orchestral compositions mixed with some up to date pop. But Dean only saw (Y/N), which sounded cheesy but it was true. You just blew his mind every time he thought about you.

“Dean, you want to get something to drink?”

“Yeah, why not? I’ll go get it if you want to go grab a good table.”

“Deal,” you grinned and was off to find them the best table. People were straggling in the doors with their dates and sitting down and getting food and you couldn’t believe how surreal it felt. Sure, it was just prom but it was more than that, too. It was the end to a year. It was the end of your high school career and you couldn’t be more happy that it was over. Despite all the bad that had happened, it was still a memory. And Dean was a part of it, which made it even better.

“Penny for your thoughts, (Y/N/N)?”

“Ah nothing. I’m just thinking about how glad I am that high school is basically over.”

“Me too, kid. Me too.”

“I’m not a kid, Dean. We’re the same age.”

“You’re still a kid. Deal with it,” he grinned.

“Whatever. You want to dance?”

“Hell yeah. Though, I gotta warn you, my moves are deadly,” Dean countered, cockily.

“Better prove that one to me, mister,” You stood and took his hand, following him to the floor amongst other people and stepped close to him.

“Starting slow, I like the way this is going already,” Dean whispered in your ear.

“Me too… You don’t slow dance half bad,” you replied.

“Thanks,” and he seemed genuinely thankful.

Just when you both were getting into a good rhythm, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Dean growled and you heard him whisper, “Don’t turn around. Just keep dancing.” So you did. Even when there was another tap.

“Dude, a little busy here?” your date said.

“I’m pretty sure she was my date first?”

“Brandon,” you said, standing up straighter and turned around, against Dean’s warning.

“Hi, douchebag. How’s prom going?”

“Hey, don’t talk to me like that.”

“Why, gonna ditch me again?” you were fuming.

“No, I’m just gonna be sitting over there,” he pointed to a table in the corner, “when this guy decides to wise up. I’d still like to get to know you, even though coming together didn’t work out,” he grinned, obviously pleased with his little speech. You could feel dean prickling behind you, ready to jump on this guy and beat him to a pulp, but you put a hand on his arm.

“Brandon,” you said sweetly, “that looks like a nice table you have over there. You know what?”

“What?” he looked like he was waiting for you to agree to go with him to his dark table.

“You know what you can do at that table? Go fuck yourself,” and then you turned back to Dean and tried to ignore the boy behind you. It became kind of hard when he grabbed your shoulder and yanked you around.

“Hey!” Both you and Dean shouted. Your date went to push Brandon, but he took a swing first.

“Bad idea, you son of a bitch!” you said under your breath before hauling back and hitting the douchebag straight in the nose as hard as you could. You definitely broke it. He looked stunned for a few seconds before he started screaming and crying. You turned to Dean and widened your eyes, he was looking the same way at you.

“We should probably go, before we get arrested or something…”

He nodded and grabbed your hand, pulling you out the door as people started to gather around they mewling boy on the gym floor.

You both were laughing as you got into the Impala and drove away.

“Hey, I’m sorry your prom didn’t really go how you wanted it, but I thought it was pretty cool…”

“No, it was perfect. Even though we were only there for like.. Half an hour,” you laughed.

“I’m glad you had fun then,” Dean said with a smile.

“Me too. I’m glad I went with you.”

“Yeah,” he said, looking over at you.

“Now to finish senior year for real,” you said, looking out at the road.

“You’ll do it. And you’ll go to college and be super successful and one day, I’ll be able to say ‘I took her to prom senior year!’ and no one will believe me, but I’ll know.”

“Yeah… maybe. But for now… Lets just get out alive.”

“Deal.”

#reader insert #dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #prom #douchebags #high school #supernatural

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