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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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happy anniversary

first year anniversary gift is wood right? gojo satoru had just the thing. part 3 of this childhood friend drabble pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader genre: smut bcs i think with my hand down my pants when i see gojo tags//warning: established relationship // gojo thinking with dick part 3, threesome, anal and double penetration thread lightly if u will note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. lolololo okay idk if i did it right, never write a threesome but what better way to return to writing but to write a dp with gojo and nanami weeeee ENJOY!!

“nanamin?”

“yes,” she repeated the answer for the umpteenth time.

he tilted his head, a nervous laugh erupted out of his throat, “you want me to invite nanami kento, uhh, how do i say this without sounding like a complete prude- you want to have sex with him?” her eyes glimmered.

“and you,” she jabbed a finger on his chest, she smiled, “always with you.”

gojo satoru laughed, “buttercup, i ask you what you want for our anniversary, i expected an answer like a brand-new tesla or tiffany diamond or i don’t know-a private island?” she shook her head to his every suggestion, leaning closer into him like a needy kitten. he could feel hair raising on the back of his neck at the feeling of her bare arm brushing against his.

he eyed the tent building in sweats, his girlfriend wanting a threesome with his best friend and it’s turning him on. the idea of watching nanami kento manhandling his sweet, sweet buttercup enough to be a docile moaning mess made his dick twitched. he made note to belittle her for teasing him every time by saying he thinks a lot with his dick, but what can he do when his girlfriend is a soaking mess.

“so?”

his eyebrows shot up in curiosity, he glanced over to her and his jaws almost dropped down. the way she was squirming, getting off to the thoughts itself by rubbing her thighs together, her warmed skin and the lust clouding her eyes. “buttercup,” he cooed, pulling the girl onto his laps, “you really want it huh?” a soft oh escaped her lips as her burning crotch rested against his bulge. “look at that,” she grinned, pushing him against the sofa, his hands immediately went up to her waist as she slowly rubbed herself against him. she watched in satisfaction as his eyes rolled back, only the whites out, head back as he mumbled her name.

her lips traced the protruding collarbone of his, trading tiny licks of her tongue and kisses up to his neck and jaw, “the idea must’ve turned you on too, huh?” her breath ghosted over the shell of his reddened ear, she couldn’t hold her grin back as he let out a throaty yes. his grips on her waist tightened and her eyes widened as she found herself tossed on the sofa on her back. he pounced on her; lips pressed to each other as they scrambled to undress each other.

“before nanamin gets a taste of you, i need to make sure you know where your place is,” he growled as the button of her plaid came off with a single rip. “that this right here,” his hand moved lower to cup her moist cunt, pressing the palm against her bundle of nerve so painfully, “belongs to me.”

“always.”

gojo fished out his phone, hand pressed to her waist as he controlled her pace eagerly grinding against him, not wanting her to immediately be overstimulated before anything could happen. he pressed the phone to her ear, “talk,” he commanded before slithering down to remove her pants. “n-n nanamin, it’s me,” she stuttered as the voice at the other end greeted her. she watched nervously as gojo slowly undress her bottom half, his mop of white hair between her trembling thighs, she could feel his warm breath.

“is there anything wrong? i’m about to leave my office.”

gojo pressed a kiss on her thigh, “tell him to come over. you need help. he won’t come if i asked, but i know he would if you did, tell him it’s the scrolls,” he looked up, head tilted, and her breath hitched as she caught the look in his eyes. the jealousy and lust mixed up into one concoction which is gojo satoru.

“yes, y-yes would you mind coming over? i have issue with the scrolls you g-gave,” she jolted when his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of her thighs. he had been leaving marks all over her thighs and it was enough to make her lose her mind and he didn’t even get to her burning loin.

“okay, i’ll be there in few minutes.”

the call ended and the way she sighed in relief as she tossed the phone on the coffee table with a loud clattering noise, had gojo smirking. “do you need to do that?” she breathed out, covering her warming face with her shaky arms. her relief was short lived as gojo dived straight into her soaking pussy, pressing his tongue flat from the base up to her swollen clit. she jumped, but his arms encircled her legs, holding her down tightly. the way his palm gripped her thighs served as a warning for her to behave; he’s still in control, for now.

“i told you. you need to be reminded that you belong to me before anyone else,” he hummed, lips against her swollen clit sending vibration to her whole body.

“‘toru f-fuck,” her legs desperate to close.

“you think you can come for me first?” he cooed, fingers tracing eights against her soaking cunt, “maybe i’ll prepare some holes for nanamin. i wonder which hole he’s gonna be in first. here?” her eyes rolled back as his two fingers slipped in her entrance, “or here?” his voice deepened as another finger rested at her other hole. her sudden clutching sucked the pinkies in, gojo cursed at the feeing of the tightness around it, despite not being fully in. “maybe i can have the other hole first, buttercup?” she nodded eagerly, mouthing something he couldn’t get.

she whined when his fingers left her, leaving her clutching on nothing as he left the sofa. she could hear his voice screaming from the bedroom before emerging out with a couple bottle of lube. his eyes glimmered in excitement. “you gonna need it all, buttercup,” his mood switching is something she was used too, a soft laugh escaped her lips before their little comedy club was cut short.

the doorbell rang.

she watched as his eyes darkened in excitement, “i wonder who is it?” dumping the bottles on the nearby chair, she watched as his boyfriend marched to the door. she could feel her face getting warmer, ears and neck too and she desperately searched for something to cover her exposed bottom. she wondered why it took them so long as she grabbed one of gojo’s clearly oversized robe draped on one of the chairs. her bare feet echoed on the floor as she stalked to the door, the sound of her feet pitter pattered on the floor distracting the men from their talks.

she swallowed the lump in her throat nervously, embarrassed that both of the men were now looking at her. nanami’s head tilted, a soft huff and tiny smile crept on the corner of his lip. “so, where’s the scrolls?” he asked nonchalantly. he walked inside, kicking his leather shoes opened, still arranging it neatly like a gentleman he is, and he stalked towards her.

she took her steps backward, her heart was fluttering, she could feel the beads of sweat rolling down her back. nanami looked at her with a tiny smile. like a predator stalking his prey except this predator is a clearly very handsome man she’s attracted too. gojo still the one she wants to spend her life with but what’s life without a little thrill. especially when gojo was willing to indulge her in.

“s-scrolls?”

“gosh, nanamin, do you really need to be mean to my girlfriend?”

gojo interrupted, hands in his pocket as he walked past nanami. he grabbed his nervous girlfriend, hands on her shoulders gently giving it a squeeze. “nanamin is just messing with ya,” he whispered, eyes on the blonde man, as he loosened his tie, “he agrees to be a part of our little adventure,” he planted a kiss on the shell of her ear, “lucky y/n, come.”

“nanamin! bed or sofa?” gojo asked cheerfully as he pulled the girl by her hand like a little doll.

“don’t be neanderthal, satoru,” from the corner of her eyes, she watched as he dropped his signature grey coat on the sofa, his glass long gone and the way he looked down on her almost made her moan on the spot, “bedroom. i’m not you.” her eyes widened as her feet were no longer on the ground. “satoru!” she yelled as the man tossed her on their california king bed, her robe came undone with the impact.

“so,” she watched nervously as the two men stood side by side; gojo with his arms folded to his chest and nanami undoing his tie, “which one would you like to have a taste first, buttercup?”

“is there any answer i could give that wouldn’t break your heart, toru?” she replied snidely.

gojo smiled, crawling onto the bed until they were close enough. he cupped her face, kissing her swollen lips softly before looking down lovingly to his girlfriend. this is his childhood friend, the love of his life and he couldn’t believe himself when he said: “for that, i think it’s appropriate for nanami to wear you down first,” he planted a kiss on her nose, a smirk on his face, “i’ll be back, buttercup. nanamin,” he pressed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder, harder than the way she sees it, “don’t break my girlfriend, would ya?”

the door closed behind them, leaving just the two of them in the dim room.

nanami didn’t move for a while, looking around and her, accessing his next possible move. with her sprawled on the bed, nanami couldn’t help but to water at the sight of her legs out and the lack of panties. “you don’t mind if i tied you up right, buttercup?” gojo’s nickname for her rolled off his tongue so smooth and sultry, she didn’t realise how eager she shook her head.

he chuckled and called her forward to the edge of the bed. she didn’t wait for his next instruction as the robe fell on the bottom of his feet and she knelt at the edge of the bed. he leaned forward and he kissed her so gently. he started off slow, tongue slipping through her already swollen lips, softly groaning at the way her lips tasted. his large hands pressed on both side of her face as the kisses became sloppier and urgent. her trembling fingers unbuttoned his shirt, running her soft palm along his solid abs, feeling every crook of it.

he broke the kiss; she was beyond desperate as he stared down her watery eyes and plump lips. “patience, darling,” he whispered with a wink. when his hands found her wrist, despite her soft whine, he gathered it behind her and held it together. his eyes bore deeply into her, searching for a reaction on every turn and tug of his tie around her wrist.

“so why me?” he tugged on the tie one last time causing her to breath sharply.

“just plain old curiosity getting the best of me.”

her answer brought a small smile on his face as he dragged her on the carpeted floor. she watched eagerly as he took his time to undress. the shirt and pants folded neatly on the nearby chair, socks and finally boxer leaving the man standing bare in his glory. he was trimmed neatly, just as expected and she could see the curve of his cock, girthy and adequate in length; not too straight but not too bent, just perfect. he scoffed.

“did gojo starve you of human contact? you look like you haven’t seen cock in ages,” he sat at the edge on the bed, his fingers calling her forward. gripping the base of his cock, he tapped the tip of his cock against her lips, and she eagerly stuck her tongue out. the feeling of her warm, wet tongue against his sensitive tip almost made the man thrusted his hips forward.

seeing his positive reaction, she continued boldly, wrapping her lips full around his tips. she swirled her tongue around the mushroom tip and the slit, humming at the taste of his pre cum. he tasted as good as gojo’s. his hand threaded her hair, gently encouraging her to move down the length, watching as inch by inch of his cock disappeared into her mouth. she fought the urge to gag, eyes watery when she realise, she didn’t even reach the base yet but his tips were already at the back of her throat. he chuckled.

“did i tell you to stop? you’re taking all in,” he gripped her hair harder, “loosen up, buttercup, you can take it.”

he pinched her nose, cutting her air supply forcing her to breath through her mouth. with her throat loosening, he gave a slight thrust finally bottoming out. “look at that, you can do it,” he caressed her bulging cheeks, before pulling out to give the girl some time to catch her breath. the mix of his pre cum and her saliva dripped from her lips; he gently brushed his thumb along it, popping it in her mouth. “such a good girl. be a doll and open up for me, okay?” he pressed a quick kiss on her lips, “you look so pretty wrapped around my cock.”

he realigned his length back to her lips, hands on both side of her face before slowly bottoming in. she squeaked, eyes widened at the roughness of his thrust. the squelching of her throat and his moans of approval had her clamping on nothing. she wondered if it was okay to touch herself, but her throat is preoccupied now to ask for permission.

“nanamin, can’t believe you’re letting her get off by herself,”

shivers rolled down her back as gojo rested his head on her shoulder. he had been watching for a while, seeing her little girl thrown on the floor, throat fucked by his best friend had him palming himself. he couldn’t wait any longer. “poor little girl,” gojo cooed, running his rough palm between her legs. she hummed desperately; head thrown back at the feeling of gojo’s thumb against her neglected clit while an opportunity for nanami to thrust deeper into her throat. she was buzzing with pleasure, head spinning from the multiple attentions.

they exchanged a look and a nod and soon, the girl was whiny as the men pulled away. gojo didn’t give enough for her to get off too and her throat, it felt empty. “that’s not fair,” she pouted. gojo laughed at her reaction, pulling his own shirt on the floor. nanami got on the bed, calling for her by her name. she was in trance. she was quick to climb on his laps.

she swore she could lose her mind on the spot; the feeling of both nanami’s and gojo’s hand caressing every part of her body. nanami’s lips around her hardened bud, lapping and leaving marks on her breast. gojo’s lips on her own, his hand around her neck with her head thrown back. he was muttering praises along with nanami’s hums of approval. she could feel gojo’s cock resting against the valley of her ass, thrusting slowly while nanami’s cock covered in her fluid, threatening to slip in any moment now.

“such a good girl,” she swore she could hear both muttered it.

she nodded; eyes rolled back agreeing to everything them said. reduced to nothing but a moaning mess, their little fuck toys. nanami held her waist, aligning himself before slowly easing into her. he let a loud fuck, groaning at the feeling of her tight gummy walls encasing his whole length. gojo swallowed her moans, palming her breast with on hand.

“does that feel good, buttercup? do you want nanamin to fuck you?” gojo teased, twerking her nipples between two fingers. she nodded, delirious and clearly overstimulated. “fuck, yes please nanami, fuck me,” she was far from done. nanami’s thrusts were gentle, easing in gently as he watched the bulge on her lower abdomen appearing and disappearing from his thrusts.

“lay down,” gojo ordered.

she cried out in pleasure, moaning at the feeling of nanami’s cock now hitting a new spot from the sudden change of position. he held her by her waist, holding her down as his thrust sped up. her sweaty chest rested against her, he could hear her heart racing and her tiny pants and mewls. “you trust us, don’t you?” he asked, and she mumbled a yes. she braced for whatever the two men had instore; nothing could surprise her anymore tonight. she felt a velvety cloth rested over her eyes, completely cutting her vision. the blindfold elevated her senses to a new level.

the low noises, the groan from the back of nanami’s throat that slowly rises as she bucked her hips into his, matching his thrusts, all of it making her more desperate for more. “ah, ‘namin, i’m c-close,” she gasped, air getting fucked out of her system with every thrusts. another hand- gojo’s- sneaked around her legs, circling around her clit and it didn’t take long for her to buck forward, screaming in pleasure her body finally given up. strings of curses escaped her lips, falling flat against his chest.

she wasn’t sure whose hands were slapping the flesh of her ass. she mewled pathetically at the pain, clenching on nanami’s cock with every spanks. “held her apart please,” an order came. one last spanked and soon, she could feel the cold air hitting her cunt stretching on nanami’s cock that was buried down to the base. she held her breath as she felt a cool liquid sliding down the crack and something resting on her other empty hole.

“you need to relax, or it won’t work,”

she gnawed on her bottom lips, eyes watering as she felt his tip gently easing in her tight ass. a soft word of relax repeated on the shell of her ears along with a shaky moan as her body slowly stretched to accommodate the sudden entrance of gojo’s length inside her. gojo pulled her up, resting her back against his chest as he held to her waist to steady himself. he moved slowly. her pain short lived after a couple of gentle thrust, quickly turning into pleasure as a moan spurred out of her lips.

“so full,” she groaned. nanami didn’t move, focusing on flicking her clit and letting her body adjusted to gojo’s slow thrusts. gojo pressed a kiss on her bare shoulder, “you good, buttercup? do you want me to stop?” he panted, halting his thrust slowly.

her only reply was a quick shake of her head before his mouth was back on her.

sure that she was back on track, nanami rolled his hips gently. their thrusts synchronized, with nanami out, gojo goes in, engulfing her in constant flow of pleasure. it didn’t take a while for her second orgasm to hit. they didn’t give a time to breath this time, desperate to chase their own highs and too overwhelmed in their own pleasures.

“fuck, baby if you going to keep clenching i’m not going to last long,” gojo breathed out, gripping her waist so tight, she could feel the bruises coming. their names escaped her lips like a prayer, her legs were bucking from the overstimulation but none of them aren’t backing out.

“switch?”

“yeah.”

she yelped at the sudden movement. she was empty, thrown back onto a chest of someone, by the laugh of it, she knew she was resting on gojo’s chest. his dick slipped easily into her soaping cunt, while nanami found himself groaning as he slipped into her ass, still tight despite being occupied earlier. gojo’s hands gently pushed her hair back, cupping her face watching it contorted in pleasure, tongue lolling out with drools down the side. “you feeling good, buttercup?” he chuckled. she was fucked beyond dumb, bruises littered her body, he couldn’t wait to see it peeking through her skirt and shirt when she goes to her office. he wanted to see her assistant leering jealously, judging his marks on her body.

he groaned at the thoughts of it, dick twitching to fill her up.

“cum, ngghh, a-again,” she stuttered.

“hold it in buttercup,” he roughly cupped her cheeks, “we are about to fill you up too.”

she let out a desperate cry, nanami pulling on her restrains and gojo was roughing up on her breasts and neck. she couldn’t last any longer, feeling her abdomen tightened. gojo threw his head back, the feeling of her walls spasming around his own caused him to come undone.

his own legs trembled, shooting ropes of cum deep inside her walls. their mixed fluid leaked down her thighs and down on gojo. she braced as nanami pressed his face against her back, groaning as his own orgasm washed down on him. his thrusts slowed down, strings of fuck escaped the man. he rested his face against her back, struggling to catch his breath with his hand griping tightly on her breast.

nanami pulled out, falling on the edge of the bed. she slipped out of gojo's, immediately falling on her side, visibly too exhausted to even sit up.

“fuck, i can’t feel my legs,” finally, her brain could string up a couple words, “undo the restrain please,”

she held her arms, face buried in the bed. she hissed as someone undo the restrain, red raw marks forming around her wrists. she was too weak to fight when gojo spread her legs apart, an amusing chuckle escaped the boyfriend. cum were oozing out of both holes.

“buttercup, you’re full and leaking,” he pressed a kiss on her thigh.

she felt the bed dipped behind her and nanami’s deep voice greeted her, murmuring apologies and praises. he planted kisses all over her neck and jaws. “hope you enjoy your anniversary gift,” his deep voice chuckled before he left the two lovebirds for the bathroom. a body loomed over her.

“happy one year, buttercup,” gojo’s lips pressed gently on her own, “you’ve made me the happiest man-child alive.”

she smiled, tracing her fingers on his protruding collarbone, “glad to know you’re happy with me.” he grabbed her hand, gently kisses each digit and the burn mark on her wrist. he pressed her palm on his sweaty cheeks, a cheeky smile on his face, “not to ruin the moment but i feel like foursome is a bit cliché for our second-year anniversary.”

“yeah, because first-year anniversary threesome sounds right.” she rolled her eyes.

“it did say that the first-year present is wood.”

she scoffed, “first-year traditional gift for anniversary is paper, dumbass.” she pulled him down for a kiss, “but you're my dumbass, s'kay,” she mumbled against his lips, a small smile appeared on his face. a satisfied chuckle leaving him as she moved to cuddle up against his chest.

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gojology · 3 years

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Coffee With Extra Sugar.

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | Whew! I finished this after 1 hour and holy crap this is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written, I hope you like it. I’m literally sweating. 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Gojo Satoru x Teacher Fem! Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 2,314 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | None! 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | Gojo Satoru, the man who didn’t ever get rejected, got rejected by you. Unknowingly having a teensy tiny (or maybe not) crush on him, Nobara gets you to go on a coffee date with Gojo. Through the jumble of mixed feelings, you accept, and find yourself in a position you never thought you’d be in. One-shot. Often times, you found yourself enjoying a nice cup of coffee with extra sugar after teaching the exceptionally unusual teens that Gojo had forced onto you. One was unlike any other, Sukuna’s vessel. Even with the threat of death looming over his head, he was one of the happiest teens you knew. Bouncing around, reminiscent of Gojo in a way. The most remarkable thing about him though, were the eyelids below his very own. Marking Sukuna’s existence on the boy’s body. The other boy, named Fushiguro, had a troubled backstory. His father was the only one to have a complete lack of cursed energy. Maybe that was why he was always brooding, he always seemed to be off in his own land. As for the only female, she was your favorite student. Nobara was albeit, a bit cuckoo, but that’s what you loved her for. Outside of the educational setting, she made an amazing shopping buddy and had an endless bucket list of things to do in Tokyo. Headstrong, stubborn. Happily willing to give you any sort of advice in men, even though she didn’t seem to show a particular interest in them. You told her all about the weird stuff that Gojo would do around you, and she always said that he might have a thing for you, but you never believed it until now. The latest event had been when you were lounging in one of the spare rooms at Tokyo Jujutsu High, drinking another cup of coffee after the extreme levels of stress and torture that was training the trio. Gojo had casually strolled in, loudly announcing himself as he slid the door roughly shut. “Oh (Y/N)! I was looking all over for you!” “Really? I wasn’t. Leave me alone, I’m not talking to someone who calls himself a teacher and then dumps a buttload of crazy teens onto me.” you calmly replied, sticking out a pinky whilst sipping your coffee. Although you found your eyes to be glued onto Satoru. He dramatically stuck a hand onto his chest, leaning backward just a little as if he had been told he shouldn’t have ever been born. “Me?! Oh no, I wasn’t dumping the kids onto you sugar. I’m a busy guy, being the strongest sorcerer and all.” he gloated, grinning a little. You grunted before pulling out your phone. “Pay attention to me, why don’t you?” he muttered softly, digging his hands into his back pockets. Did you hear that right? Clearing his throat, he loudly sat down next to you, even though there was another chair on the other side of the table. Crossing his legs, he began to speak. “So, (Y/N), I felt really bad for dumping the kids onto you, and I thought, hey! Why don’t I take you out for a meal or two? You know we don’t really know each other out of work and I’ve been meaning to talk to you more-” “No.” “Why not?” combing his hair with his hands, he almost looked sad, but you knew where it was going to go. You had seen Gojo date girls for 2 weeks and break up with them after. It’d be weird to date a co-worker for an astounding total of 2 weeks and then immediately get broken up with afterwards. Besides, he was probably horny and hadn’t found a girl willing enough to talk to him back, even despite a face and body that looked like it was sculpted by the Gods. “I know what you do with girls, just fuck with them, not looking for that.” You scrolled through the article you were reading, something about some 11 year old child getting their cancer removed miraculously, probably a super nice jujutsu sorcerer. The silence grew between you two, Gojo’s eye shifting to you when you weren’t looking, and your eyes shifting to him when he wasn’t looking. You almost wished you were a bit friendlier. “Right.” he mumbled to himself, before getting up and walking to the door. You felt something bad growing inside of you. Looking back at you one last time, he shut the door. “I’m telling you, (Y/N), Gojo-Sensei was trying to ask you out, ARE YOU THAT DENSE?” snapped Nobara, who was busily lecturing you about how you had seriously fucked up. “I didn’t know!” you whined, “I thought he was just being stupidly friendly! It didn’t cross my mind!” “Gosh, woman, men aren’t hard to work. Gojo is 100 times easier, hand him a box of candies and he’ll probably whip out a ring. All you had to say was yes!” “...What if I didn’t want to say yes?” you shot back. “Hah, shut up, I’ve heard the way you’ve described that man, acted as if he descended down from heaven” You definitely didn’t have a crush on him, but you did let your mind wander sometimes, in some indecent areas sure, but wasn’t that true for everyone? “Okay, and what do you want me to do now? Want me to just.. Go talk to him and ask for the chance back? That’s embarrassing, and as I said, I don’t have a thing for him.” “I’ll snag that chance back for you, but you seriously owe me one. I’ll even get Fushiguro and Yuuji on board, but they’re almost always doing stupid stuff and I have to convince them with the weirdest shit to get them to cooperate.” “Nobara, no cursing first of all, there was no reason to, plus I don’t NEED the date, why are you even-” “Oh shut up.” The next day, you found yourself urgently rushed to a coffee shop by a poorly disguised Nobara, Yuuji, and a less then willing Fushiguro. You scanned the shop, the scent of coffee so strong it wafted out of the interior. Gleaming windows with, “Kento and Coffee Inc.” proudly painted on the window. Wearing a white t-shirt and a long trench coat, with a long plaid skirt, you found yourself self-conscious. Were you too overdressed? Nobara had told you that you were supposed to dress in a cute “dark academia” (whatever the heck that is, she showed you a few pictures of it online though.) style of fashion. “Don’t worry! Just follow whatever I said earlier, I’m an amazing Cupid and I just know there’s something between you two! I’ll be in the corner, watching you guys, just don’t mess up!” Nobara chirped, handing you a red scarf to borrow from her closet. You hastily threw it on, taking a deep breath in and breathing out. Trying to casually stroll into the coffee shop. There Gojo sat, casually dressed in a black t-shirt. A pair of circular black shades perched on his nose, lazily eating a cake pop. Your heart skipped a beat, even though he probably didn’t even try with the outfit he wore, you still found him absurdly attractive. He jumped up, “Oh fuck, I thought everyone ghosted me.” he looked at you, tilting his head slightly as if he was confused. “I thought Yuuji and the crew were gonna be here too. Didn’t ever show though, do you know what happened to them?” “O-Oh, um, yeah, I think I heard that Yuuji and Nobara got distracted and was going to some newly opened sushi restaurant instead. Fushiguro didn’t wanna thirdwheel or something like that.” You swore you saw him smile slightly. “So it’s just you, and me?” You looked around, hoping to God that Yuuji would pop up and tell the world about his love for Jennifer Lawrence. “It would.. Appear so.” He clasped his hands together, beckoning at the cashier at front. “I’ll go get some coffee for us, any idea what you want yet?” “Uh, just coffee with extra sugar.” “Gotcha.” You found yourself staring at his hands, playing with the hem of his pocket as he walked up to the small line. His fingers were impossibly long, and you couldn’t help but realize how veiny and large his hands were. Snapping yourself out of your daze, you grumbled, taking the trench coat off, it had suddenly gotten hot. Pulling out your phone, you pretended to read, but in actuality you found yourself ogling his impossibly tall body, and how undeniably hot his voice was. It was alright to find him attractive right? Sure, you hated a lot about him, like, like... Well, you couldn’t think of anything off the top of your head right now. But you for sure knew you hated him. Yuuji snickered, “Gojo’s girlfriend is getting flustered, look at her cheeks.” He giggled, pointing at you. Fushiguro slapped Yuuji’s pointed hand down, hissing at him, “You’re going to fuck over this operation. Didn’t your mom ever tell you to NOT point?” “I don’t even have a-” “SHHHHHHH!” Nobara shushed them, gesturing to Gojo now walking over to the table where you were sitting. He slid the chair out and sat down, grunting as he did. He looked down at you. “So, anything new with the kids?” You gulped, a warmth flooding to your cheeks, the way he looked at you made you feel weird, and you couldn’t find yourself to make a cheeky remark. “U-Uh, um, no, uh, Fushi-, I meant Yuuji, he’s doing as good as usual... And uh, Nobara’s doing pretty good too! Fushiguro’s just... Uh, you know, haha” you giggled nervously, “acting as normal.” He laughed, “That’s Fushiguro, guy doesn’t even crack a smile. Yuuji’s a special one isn’t he? No idea how he acts all cheerful even though he knows he’s gonna, you know.” “Guy doesn’t deserve it.” “I know.” you pursed your lips, not wanting to talk about such a serious topic. Seemingly noticing your discomfort, he turned his head over to the cashier who was now loudly shouting, “Order 132! Order 132! Two regular coffees with extra sugar, 2 donuts, 4 cake pops, and a slice of cake!” “That’s our order~, what good timing!” Gojo sang, immediately springing up to fetch the coffee and the absurd amount of sweets Gojo had ordered. “Gojo-Sensei sure does have a sweet tooth.” Yuuji pointed out, looking at Gojo casually walking back and handing you your coffee. “Yuuji, did you seriously just notice that?” “Yes. Why? Do you look at Gojo-Sensei eat? You’re really weird Fushiguro.” Fushiguro let out a sigh, and Nobara giggled, but now all their attention was focused at the pair, drinking their coffee. “So, uh, any idea why the kids invited us here?” he said, playing with his strikingly white hair. Your stomach did backflips, it looked so soft. Wait, fuck, why were you even thinking these things?

“Uh, yeah, something about.. Um,” FUCK. You were supposed to say you didn’t know. “Something about... Putting us on a... Blind date?” You mumbled sheepishly, Nobara crumpled on the table, murmuring about how stupid you were. Shit, fucking shit, you weren’t supposed to be honest.

“Really now?” Gojo inquired, lifting an eyebrow and putting his arm on the table, leaning his face onto his hand. He took a bite out of his donut. Now your face was really burning, why were you acting so strange? Could it be true? You had a crush on Gojo Satoru? At first, you wanted to reject it, but the feeling settled in. It made more sense to you then not having a crush on Satoru. The feeling of regret when he tried asking you out, the many times where you found yourself ogling when he was naked, the amount of dreams you had about him. You really did have a crush on him, huh? You stammered, a rush of self-confidence flooding into you, “Fuck it.” you breathily mumbled, “I like you, Satoru.” The doubt settled in as soon as Gojo looked at you, wide eyed, mouth slightly agape. Nobara was even shocked herself, she had never seen you as headstrong as this. Fushiguro and Yuuji were in an intense discussion about their preference in women, well, more like Yuuji, Fushiguro was ignoring him, looking at the wall instead of the surprising twist in the date. “You like me, (Y/N)?” “Fuck, yeah, yeah I do.” you looked at his shades, oh how you wish you could see his eyes right now. A slow grin spread across his face. “I like you too, (Y/N).”

Nobara, now quietly cheering and shaking Itadori and Fushiguro gesturing to you two, chewed them out for not seeing the events building up to the climax.

“Really?”

“Yes, really, sugar.”

Everything felt unreal, you had never thought you would find yourself in this position ever, was this a dream? You tried pinching yourself.

He snickered, “No (Y/N), this isn’t a dream. I really do like you.” he rubbed the back of his neck, readjusting his crooked shades. “I would even say I’ve liked you for a while.”

It had never dawned on you that he wasn’t being flirtatious just to be flirtatious, he was actually actively trying to

get you.

“I can’t wait to tell the kids this.” he grinned to you, smiling widely. “Fuck, this feels like a dream to me too. I didn’t think you actually showed any interest in me.”

You couldn’t even be cheeky back, you were in a state of euphoria.

“Actually sensei.” you turned to look who was talking, Yuuji was excitingly bouncing up and down. Fushiguro looked like he wanted to be launched off a roof. “We set up the blind date.” Nobara smiled, looking at the pair. “You know, I’ve always seen the romance and chemistry between you two, and you guys finally worked it out like adults!”

Why did you get the feeling that she was mocking you too? Regardless, you had walked into the coffee shop single, and you walked out with the guy who had stolen your heart for years now, without you even realizing. All thanks to Nobara.

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Betrayed- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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Request: Hi Kody! Can you do a jealous/protectv Draco where you're dating but every boy likes you and thinks you're super pretty and cute even though you're a Slytherin and you're always getting stare from boys especially your childhood best friend Lorenzo who also has a crush on you. He like pulls you aside to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom from Draco one day and touches you and you scream for Draco and that like the sectumsempra scene except as soon as Draco shows up and tries to help you, Enzo crucios you?

Kody: Woke up and chose violence huh?

Year: 7th

House: Slytherin

Possible Triggers/Warnings: cursing, Draco being the badass protective boyfriend he is, attempted sexual assault, wack ass best friends, reader harm.

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saturday mornings were always the best. The weekend was starting and you were ready to just hang out with friends and spend some much loved quality time with Draco, your boyfriend. Yes. You, Y/n L/n were in a very loving relationship with the Slytherin prince himself.

you remembered the day he asked you to be his girlfriend quite clearly. He was so surprised you said yes, saying things along the lines of “But your so out of my league” or “are you really sure” it took you a total of 15 minutes to convince him that you indeed wanted to be with him.

now half a year later you both were the power couple of the school with people labeling you as the “hottest slytherin girl” which you found quite creepy. Boys always had there eyes on you and it wasn’t always the most pleasant feeling to be watched, unless it was Draco. Then you liked the attention.

Draco especially didn’t like the looks guys gave you, calling them “horny bastards” and other insults. At least you had one normal guy friend (or so you thought). Lorenzo. He was your childhood best friend and couldn’t imagine your life without him.

your boyfriend sure could. Draco knew Lorenzo was just like all the rest of the guys at Hogwarts. A horny bastard. He gave you the weirdest, lustful looks when you weren’t looking, but Draco was. He had tried to tell you about Lorenzo, but you always reassured him that it was just his jealousy getting to him.

Draco would unfortunately be proven right today.

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“Darling, it’s time to get up” Draco slowly shook your unconscious body. You start to stir, until your e/c eyes open up. As soon as you see Draco, you smile “Hi” you whisper in a tired morning voice. He cracks a smile and leans down to plant a chaste kiss to your lips.

you had stayed in Draco’s dorm the night before because well- why not? “Do i have too?” you ask. not wanting to ruin the perfect position you were in at the moment. He lets out a quiet snicker before nodding his head “yes, my love. Now lets get ready. I’m sure you’ve left enough clothes here.”

Draco pulls the black duvet off of his body and gets out of bed. You groan in frustration before getting up yourself. “Stupid mornings” you grumble, your boyfriend laughing at your childish behavior. “I know dear, so sad” he puts on a mock pout as he reaches down to pull his shirt off.

you take a second glance at his toned chest. Hot damn. He raises a brow, a smirk plastered on his face “Eyes up here Y/n or i’ll give you something to look at” his tone was low and demanding. A shiver ran up your spine as you walk over to one of the drawers, face flushed.

you dig out a dark green sweater, a light green plaid tennis skirt and black stockings. You began to put on your clothes and Draco did as well. The whole process only took about ten minutes. Once you slipped the skirt on, you felt a pair of hands grip your waist.

a quick kiss was placed behind your ear “You look stunning. I wish no one else could see you this way” he whispers, his warm breath hitting the back of your neck. You let out a small whine “Can we hurry up and leave, so we can hurry up and get back”

he chuckles deeply and lets go of your waist, only to grip your hand. “I can agree with that” he opens his door and you both head out.

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walking down the hall, you feel Draco’s hand grip yours tighter “Honey, calm down before you break my ring finger” you spoke in a sickenly sweet tone. You tug your hand away and pout. He looks over at you and sighs deeply “I’m sorry, it’s just hard to not kill every male in this school”

what a big baby “I know, but i’m all yours, remember that” you nod once. A smile graces his lips at your words as he looks forward. “Thank you Y/n. Sorry for overreacting again- Y/n?” he spoke, when he had turned to look at you once again. You were gone.

as Draco spoke someone grabbed your arm and had pulled you into Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. You squealed loudly and hit whoever had dragged you in here. “Ouch! Y/n what the hell?!” wait- you knew that voice. You look behind yourself and saw Lorenzo.

you let out a small laugh “Enzo! i’m sorry! You scared me. Real funny by the way” you chuckle. “I need to talk to you about something” he speaks seriously, which catches you off guard. “Okay? Sure” you shrug your shoulders nonchalantly.

his eyes wander your body a little to long as he gulps. Strange. “We’ve been friends a long time Y/n” he starts, stepping forward towards you. You nod with a small smile “Of course we have silly” he cracks a smile. “and i know everything about you and vise versa”

another step forward. You back up a bit. “Uh huh?” you say, a little unsure about where this conversation was going. He seemed to be at loss of words for a moment. Before you could say anything else he had pinned you against the bathroom wall.

your eyes widened in shock and you instantly went to push him away “Enzo?! What the fuck!? Get off of me!” you shout, using your hands to shove his chest, but he was way stronger than you. His hand went to your thigh, running it over the stockings “You’re so beautiful Y/n” he whispered into your ear.

a terrible feeling churned in your stomach. You felt sick. Why was he doing this? “Let me go!” you protest, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. His hand gets dangerously close to your- yeah. “Why can’t you love me the way you love-” “DRACO!” you shout, his eyes go wide.

not even a slip second later your Slytherin boyfriend busts through the door. His eyes scan the sight and he looks furious “Get the bloody hell off my girlfriend you sick fuck!” venom laced with each word. While Enzo is distracted you duck under his arm.

Enzo pulls out his wand and points it at Draco “Crucio!” he yells. Draco dodges the spell and rushes over to you “Are you alright?” he asked, grabbing your hand. You nod, which relieves him in some way. “You don’t deserve her! I’ve known her longer!” Enzo shouts Crucio again.

Draco went to reach for his wand, but it’s too late. You drop to the floor, letting out a blood curdling scream. One that makes his heart tug harshly. “Y/n!” he drops to the floor as your body spasmed violently. Enzo dropped his wand and went to walk over to you.

before Enzo could take another step Draco protectively grabs your body and pulls you closer to him by your waist “Stay the fuck away you piece of fucking shit! Never show your face to me or Y/n again i will end you! Remember this, your only alive because your her friend! Now fucking go!”

your friend looked hurt by his words, but Draco was right in every word he said. Enzo collected his wand and left the bathroom. The pain had started to subside, but small whines and whimpers left your mouth, body shivering. He held your held close to his chest.

“Fuck. i’m so sorry darling. I promise the pain will go away just breathe” he tries to give you a reassuring smile, but tears spilled out instead. “Shit” he cursed and scooped your body in his arms. He stands up and makes his way out the bathroom.

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he walked out, gazing at your face. It was tear stained and your eyes were shut tightly. “Malfoy?” his head snapped to the direction of the voice. Great the golden trio. Just peachy. “Piss o..off” he hissed like second nature, but his voice was cracked and hoarse. Harry looked irritated by his choice of words.

“What’s happened to Y/n? Why is she shivering?” Hermione spoke up, pushing past the two Gryffindor boys in front of her. Draco looked away from her and at your face. His brain couldn’t function at the moment, unable to form words. “Draco? What. Happened?”

Hermione spoke in a calm tone. She could clearly tell Draco was distressed, which was the cause of his silence. He sniffles before answering “C..Cruciatus curse. I..i was to slow..” he started to sputter. Hermione nods, smiling lightly “We need to bring her to the hospital wing. Okay?”

Draco looked back and forth between both girls before nodding “O..Okay.” he repeats. Ron and Harry were confused as all hell about what was going on, but followed Hermione as she led Draco to the hospital wing where you could be treated.

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your eyes slowly opened. You saw white all around you. Where the hell were you at right now? As your eyes adjusted, the room started to look familiar. The hospital wing. “Madam pomfrey?” you spoke, expecting her to be near enough to hear. “Love?” that was not a woman's voice.

you turn your head slowly to the left and see a very disheveled Draco Malfoy sitting in a chair next to the bed you were occupying. “A small smile forms on your face “Draco? You look terrible” he laughs quietly, grabbing your hand “I know. It’s been a rough day”

you nod slowly, the memories of the previous events flooding your head like a harsh tidal wave. Enzo. He had betrayed you in the worst way possible. “It has. I’m sorry i worried you so much” a pout replaced your smile. He shakes his head “No, dont say sorry. It’s that bastards fault. He hurt you”

“What happened to Enzo by the way? Is he in trouble?” you asked. Even if he did hurt you, he was still somebody important to you. “Granger ended up reporting him to Dumbledore on her own accord. He was expelled two hours later.” you looked slightly confused.

“Hermione? Since when were you friendly with a Gryffindor” you asked. He rolls his eyes with a small grin “Oh yes. Potter and Weasley as well. I was a bit out of sorts when they found me with you so they guided me here. Helped me” he explained, his eyes averting to your hand in his.

“I’ll have to thank them later then” You say, a crash is heard outside the door “No need!” Hermione yelled through the door. You chuckled as Draco narrowed his eyes “Get away from the door! Come back later!” he shouts. Shuffling was heard and a array of footsteps running away.

“Come back later? Is this friendship i smell?” you say with a smug smile. He rolls his grey eyes as he plants a quick kiss on your lips “Maybe” he spoke, making you smile brightly.

“I heard a maybe!”

“Ron!”

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Kody: Boom done. Had to add a bit of funny hunny at the end. My scoliosis is kicking in so in fear that my spine is going to turn into a wet noodle. Drink some water, eat some food, touch some grass. yeah i see you reading smut. Anyways, peace.

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creativeashproductions · 3 years

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When Fate Intervenes // Luke Patterson

IN WHICH: Fate intervenes with a trio of musicians on the night that was supposed to be legendary. Fate puts the reader with a special ability that may or may not be able to save them. Fate puts a clairvoyant, an accidentally upsized pizza and thirteen year old oddly obsessed with a rock band.

Warnings: Swearing, food poison, death, and fluff

Words: 2.8k

A/N: Time to get rid of some fic ideas from my TOO LONG of a list. It’s Julie fault, she keeps encouraging each fic idea I tell her.

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The Orpheum, 1995

The line up comprised of countless girls wearing homemade band shirts for the new band performing. Your little sister, at thirteen years old, had pleaded for weeks if not three months to go watch it. It was odd since she was more in the pop scene than the rock music. Your parents would never let her go to the rock show at night, so it was you or no show. It took a promise of doing your chores for an entire month and her dessert for two months. That was why you stood beside Harper among the fangirls while you clicked through the camera you’d saved up for years.

“I’m so excited.” Harper buzzed dancing on your feet as the time on her watch dwindled down more and more.

Your eyes flitted from the screen to the ball of energy you called your little sister, “I can tell. Which one do you have a crush on?”

“Reggie. He’s the bassist and so fucking-sorry freaking cool.” Harper gushed, “A good portion of the fans are obsessed with the lead singer Luke. Bobby is the rhythm guitarist, and he’s a ladies man, but he’s sweet about it.”

“And you’d know that how?” You questioned letting go of the camera around your neck. Your e/c eyes meeting her matching pair of irises; well yours were a bit more vibrant.

“I just know.” Harper retorted before beaming as she roughly poked the pin she’d made herself, “This represents all of them. Red for Reggie’s plaid shirt he always has, orange for Bobby’s love of oranges, yellow for Luke’s energy and pink for Alex because he loves the colour!”

The pin had their band design with Sunset Curve on it with the words outlined with a sunset made up of red, orange, yellow and pink just as Harper had pointed out. By far, it was her best work, but that was expected from an art student at Los Feliz High School. An art school for artists and performers. You attended for photography and creative writing just as Harper attended for art.

“That might be your best work Harps.” You complimented your little sister who shivered in the cool night breeze. You didn’t even think about tugging off your warm jacket to place on her shoulders.

You’d rather be cold than your little sister no matter how much you fought with each other, the Y/L/N siblings had each other’s backs no matter what.

“Thanks.” Harper murmured, leaning closer, “So do I meet Reggie?”

Your eyes widened slightly at her subtle goading to a part of your life was cinematic. It was a piece of you that very few people knew about, only your parents and Harper. Like most of the women in your paternal lineage, you carried the ability to foresee events in the future. A clairvoyant.

“Harper!” You scolded the young teenager who blatantly was just over-excited to see the band she’d been talking about constantly.

Harper’s cheeks turned a cherry blossom pink under the crappy lighting from the marquee sign. Even in the light, you noticed the changes in her face as she matured into a young woman, her cheeks while still full didn’t have that baby cheek look now. You saw a stubborn zit that you could see under the makeup that didn’t entirely match her skin tone. It caused an ache in your heart to know that soon she’d have the experience of heartbreak.

“Sorry!”

“You told me these guys are my age. Need I remind you that you are thirteen? If anyone older than thirteen makes an advance I’ll put my softball skills to the test.” You sternly informed the shorter girl with the pout that screamed rebellion, “Just be a kid Harps.”

“Like you said Y/N, I’m thirteen. I’m not a kid anymore.” Harper dropped the attitude to adopt a more mature soft tone. You could see the tinge of sadness in her eyes at losing the part of life where it was easy.

“I know. I can wish you’ll stay that annoying little kindergartener that stole my clothing.” You chuckled, “You’ll always be the Stephanie to my DJ.”

The two Y/L/N siblings momentarily glanced around before hugging as quickly as possible, they still had reputations to uphold. Had you been actually paying attention, you and Harper would have noticed the commotion from the people behind you.

As you and Harper had the sweet moment, the very band performing had raced out the alley into the street. What brought you back to the surroundings was the pizza boy delivering the pizza box to you.

“Wait, we ordered a small!” You exclaimed finding the boy holding an extra-large pizza. You only received a shrug in response with the right change given back.

Two things happened with this food mistake, you didn’t have to pay more than what you actually ordered, and you still got the larger pizza. However, the Orpheum didn’t allow outside food, meaning you’d have to force-feed yourself all the pizza or trash more than half.

“We could shar-” Harper was cut off as a blinding white light became your focal point. Harper knew what was happening by the specific groan coming from your lips.

A nauseating scent of cheap meat, gas and chemicals flooded your sense of smell in the dingy alleyway. It was nighttime with a few people in the general vicinity with a dilapidated table and mismatched chairs on the walls’ edge. A poorly made sign with Sam & Ella’s and going by the vendor selling the hot dogs the name fit. Sam & Ella sounded like salmonella.

From a distance, you couldn’t quite hear the conversation between three male teens, but you had a bad feeling. They all migrated to a ratty couch that had been better days, a rat wouldn’t even crawl on it you swore.

The first boy had slicked back hair with rosy cheeks you dubbed innocent and cute that juxtapositioned his rocker attire. He had polished black leather shoes, pleather if his choice of food was an indication, a leather jacket and a red plaid shirt around his waist. His attention focused on the two guys beside him. In the middle, the boy had the blue hood of his sweater pulled over his messy brown hair as if hiding. Nothing stood out about him, and it seemed like that was intentional. On the other side, the last one was the tallest with his blonde hair hidden by the backwards black hat. A distressed dark grey jean jacket open to proudly display his pink hoodie. Each one wearing black pants and adorning rings.

“This is awesome, you guys. We’re playing the Orpheum!” The middle boy joyfully spoke head in the clouds instead of the questionable surroundings. He arguably had the loveliest smile you had ever seen, and his friends had nice smiles at that as well.

Yet even if this hadn’t taken place, however, it still felt like you were intruding on something incredibly private, “Why am I being shown this?”

Your question went unsurprisingly unanswered.

“I can’t even count how many bands have played here! And then ended up being huge!” He happily sunk into the back of the couch, thinking of all the bands he had CDs to in his room, “We’re gonna be legends!”

“Oh.” You breathed as you caught a whiff from the boys that quickly gave you the understanding of why you saw this. You could only smell what you had dubbed as death, the scent unchanging from the first time you’d encountered it.

The death stench accompanied a clairvoyant vision if the object of your vision was sick or about to die. The first time you encountered, it was a vision of two cars colliding, the sound of shattering glass and crunching metal, the scent of burning flesh overpowering the milder stench. The next morning school was cancelled after a teacher died in a car accident on the way to work.

“Eat up, boys. ’Cause after tonight, everything changes.” The only vocal one continued with his two friends silently listening. The trio toasted their food together.

“No!” You exclaimed as each boy took a bite. You held your breath, hoping that the inevitable in the vision wouldn’t occur.

Unfortunately, it was right away the warning appeared. The blonde one the most affected, “That’s a new flavour.”

“Chill, man. Street dogs haven’t killed us yet.” The leather jacket guy proudly spoke, the least one concerned.

Even the guy in the middle was concerned but ultimately continued eating.

“Stop it!” You shouted, but it was no use. As with every vision, you had the potential to stop it from coming true, but while in the vision, you couldn’t interact with the people or surrounding. No matter how much you wanted to slam the food out of their hands.

But one thing sends shivers down your spine. The one in the middle made direct eye contact with you. Something that had never happened before nor to any previous clairvoyants. He kept eye contact as he slowly grew sicker and sicker.

The three boys had no chance as the ambulance rushed to the alleyway to save them. The paramedics weren’t as quick as the vendors who’d already packed and fled to protect their own hides.

You watched as the paramedics did everything in their power to save the young teenagers with everything possible. Just like Luke sang in their last song, the boys felt the darker version of an electric hammer to the heart. The clocks freezing in place as they each took their last breathe in the oddest of deaths. You saw the blonde guy die painfully first before followed by the formerly hooded one, the terrified cries of the last one haunting your phantom ears.

How did three healthy teenagers die on the same night of the exact nature within minutes of each other without one surviving? Maybe it had something to do with the hot dogs chilling in the liquid that was a cesspool of bacteria compounded with tained condiments from battery acid.

You roughly came out of the vision shaking and pale-faced frantically scanning the surroundings. Harper had a grip on the extra large pizza box while the other tightly held yours to ground you in the present.

“Are you okay?” Harper softly questioned with the panic hidden inside her body. Harper knew that this vision had been one of the bad ones. The haunted look in your eyes hinting towards death in the near future.

“We need to go.” You frantically replied, grabbing the pizza that would hopefully have a hand in saving three hopeful teens.

Your gym teacher would be proud of the distance diminished and speed you kept towards the area that would further shatter you. Foreseeing death and sometimes unable to stop it always had a nasty impact on you.

“Where are we going?” Harper yelled, “We’ll miss the doors opening!”

“We’ll miss them if we don’t hurry up!” You shouted back at the disgruntled little sister but at the moment that didn’t matter.

What mattered was three hungry teenagers about to gorge themselves on death dogs if you didn’t make it in time. It appeared for the first time you’d actually manage to stop the deaths, unlike the previous three times.

“-tonight. Everything changes.” The chill-inducing rasp helped navigate you to the disgusting couch. Your cold hand slammed the hotdog from the blonde’s hand, the shocked reaction halting the other two.

“Don’t...eat...it.” You heaved bending over at the waist to catch your breath. Wheezing sounded from your little sister as the running and seeing her favourite band up close settled.

“Excuse me! I paid for that hotdog!”

“You’d be buying yourself death literally. Your dreams of playing the Orpheum would be extinct.” You sighed, chugging the water from the pocket of Harper’s backpack for a few seconds before the owner took it back.

“Okay, look I don’t know how you found us but-”

“You don’t have to believe me ’cause I sure as hell wouldn’t have but don’t jeopardize your dreams. Look my little sister wanted to see your show so I brought her and we ordered a pizza. They fucked up the order by giving us an extra-large pizza. We’ll barely eat a quarter of it, and the venue is strict on the rules.” You rambled using tour hands to elaborate the story before Harper roughly elbowed your ribs, “Ow!”

“Oops.” Harper faked a sugar-sweet smile for your benefit as the interaction with the three musicians slowly dove into embarrassment.

“-sorry. You’d be doing us a favour by not wasting our money and food. What do you say?” You hesitantly asked the trio who didn’t speak vocally; their eyes meeting in a silent conversation.

Reggie sighed as he begrudgingly dropped his hotdog in the bin near the couch, “Pizza outranks street dogs even if the dogs are heaven and to die for.”

“Literally.” You grumbled forcefully pushing the obscenely large pizza box into the middle one’s stomach, “I’m Y/N, this is my little sister Harper.”

“Hi.” Harper shyly waved with cheeks turning a dust pink concealed by the dark of the alleyway. The boys’ lips all quirked at the sudden contrast from the confident sister slamming her elbow in you to the bashful teen.

“I’m Luke. This is Reggie and Alex.” The hooded one, Luke, introduced his bandmates as best he could with his hands occupied by the pizza box.

Without the threat of death by the hot dog, you actually took the time to look at Luke with appraising eyes. His eyes were like oceans of blues, greens and even a brown that both exhilarated you; the desire of studying them not surprising. His smile outshone the sun on the hottest day in August.

“Nice to meet you.” You informed the trio with a beaming smile that matched your starstruck little sister. The interaction gave you the opportunity for immense and untiring future teasing on the teen that daydreamed of the bassist.

You had to admit the trio were incredibly attractive.

“Come back to the dressing room. We can eat there out of the cold.” Alex courteously invited the two formerly strangers. His blues sharing his pure intentions to repay you for saving their lives and offering pizza.

“Of course.” Harper nodded her head with her eyes barely meeting the ones of the boys. The shell was broken when Reggie piped up.

“That’s a really cool pin! Where’d you find it?”

Gated Community, Los Angeles, 2002

An off-tune humming filled the modestly sized home in the suburbs of Los Angeles, California with the sound of water splashing. Doing the dishes was a mindless chore that typically didn’t bother you, but the pain in your lower back protested. You’d have used the dishwasher, but the thing was perpetually breaking down. Didn’t seen essential to replace when washing dishes by hand was just as productive.

Or it was when you didn’t have the extra weight in your midsection, a symbol of your love with your husband. In fact, you would have avoided doing dishes if you hadn’t just used the last clean plate and glass at breakfast plus Luke hadn’t been home in the previous week.

Sunset Curve had gone on a press tour for the upcoming album and tour planned for next year.

“Oof.” You moaned as the little rascal once more hit your bladder, “Are you breaking electric guitars in there?”

“Not a soccer player?”

“With you as their father? Not likely.” You snorted as the sudden appearance of Luke became clear. You hadn’t been expecting him, “I missed you. We missed you.”

As had it since you first told him Luke’s warm hand came to rest on the front of your swollen belly. In a short month, you’d be cradling the newest member of the Patterson family with Luke singing the lullaby he solely made for baby P.

“Still haven’t given in?” The lead guitarist teased you with a beaming smile splitting his face, “Go sit down. I’ll finish the dishes.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice.

“I’m not abusing my clairvoyance to foresee our child’s gender, name and appearance.” You pointed one finger in his direction, “I refused Bobby’s pleading to see which models he would bed. The only time I did something like that was to reassure Alex that he would fall in love with a lovely guy.”

Luke’s heart burst with sheer adoration at how easily you had sunk into the friendship with the band after that one night. A night that had given birth to a friendship that slowly evolved into a romance and marriage. To this day, the group got together as much as possible.

“I love you.” Luke chuckled, “Even-”

“-if I came into your life like a completely crazy person?”

“We’re all a little crazy.”

Your house surely would be when a little tornado with Luke’s energy took over the home you’d made with Luke. The very home you would have more children and grow old together until soon you held your grandkids on your laps.

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The Hart III: Secrets

Chapter 21: Back to School

Series Masterlist

Summary: Three months… Dean was gone for three months and now he’s back. He’s back and he truly has no idea how much things have changed. Life moved on while Dean was in Hell, and now things are complicated. With new faces and troubles right around the corner, will the trio find a way to come back together? Or has all hope been lost?

Warnings: Implied smut

Bamby

SPOV

Dressed as an orderly, sitting in a room in a mental hospital, a clipboard in hand, I faced the teen girl across from me. Apparently, she killed another girl from her high school, the thing is, she swears it wasn't her, that she was possessed, which is why I was here.

Refusing to look at me, April shook her head. "I'm not talking about it anymore. I already told the cops and the doctors. No one believes me. They think I'm crazy."

"Well, I'm a little bit more open-minded than most." I offered a comforting smile. "April, why did you tell the police you were possessed?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It matters to me."

Hesitating a moment, she let out a sigh as she told me the story. "When I- when I hurt Taylor, I was there, in my head, but I couldn't control my body. I could see what I was doing, but I couldn't stop. I just wanted to stop. I'm sorry."

"You don’t need to apologise," I assured her. "April, some of the kids at school told the police that you and Taylor didn't get along."

"Well, yeah, but I never wanted to kill her. Never. Do you believe me?"

"Yeah, I do." It was the truth. "Just a couple more questions. On the day this happened, did you... happen to smell anything?"

"Anything... like what?"

"Like rotten eggs? Or... sulfur?"

"Um, no."

"Okay. Um, did you notice any black smoke?"

She frowned. "What are you, crazy?"

...

Opening the passenger door of the Impala, I slid into my seat as Dean turned to me from behind the wheel. Lizzie wasn't in the car though. She was doing something for me, for the case, helping us get away into the high school April went to.

"So?" Dean asked expectantly as I closed the door.

"I think she's telling the truth. I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically." I shrugged. "Kind of sounds like demonic possession to me."

"Kind of?"

"She didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur."

"Maybe it's not a demon. I mean, kids can be vicious."

"Well, I mean, we're already here. Might as well check out the school."

It took a moment before Dean responded, looking out the front window, an unamused smile on his face. "Right. The school."

"What?"

"Truman High, home of the Bombers," he said, a little too enthusiastically, giving me the impression he wasn't interested.

"What's your point?"

"I mean, we went there, like... for a month a million years ago. Why are you so jazzed to go back? "

"I'm not. I just think it's worth looking into." I lied, but there was no need to tell him that.

Sighing, Dean shook his head, not bothering to question me anymore. "All right, well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?"

"Don't worry. Lizzie's on it."

EPOV

Sam had left me with the task of getting us in the school, and I just couldn't help myself. I'd made it so that during the case, Dean would be the substitute gym teacher, and Sam would be a janitor, while I was stepping in as the history teacher.

Walking into my first classroom, I was well aware of the eyes on me. As a substitute teacher, I knew I would get some attention... my age and outfit was just the cherry on top.

I was wearing a pair of black leather high heeled ankle boots, thigh-high black socks that then left about an inch of bare skin, a red and black plaid skirt, and a tight black long-sleeved shirt, with my hair braided over my shoulder. It was safe to say I wasn’t like other substitute teachers.

Moving to the blackboard, I grabbed a piece of chalk and proceeded to write my name. "I'm Miss Hart, I'll be your substitute for a day or so." Placing the chalk down, I turned to the class. "Unfortunately, your teacher wants you reading from your textbooks... but who finds that absolutely boring?"

The students all looked at each other, confused and suspicious. But slowly, one by one, hands began to rise.

"That's what I thought." I nodded, scanning the room. "Who here likes history?" Most of the teens put their hands down. "Not surprised really." I took a step closer to the front row, a small smile growing on my lips. "Who wants to learn about the Salem Witch trials?”

All hands shot up.

SPOV

Walking down the hall, dressed in my janitor uniform, I found myself thinking about the past, and how my time had at this school had been. It was one of the only places where I hadn't hated every second of my life. I'd even made a friend here.

The sound of the bell ringing caught my attention right as I walked past my old English room. Looking in the room as I passed, I spotted my old teacher, Mr Wyatt. Still moving, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised that he was still here after all these years, but at the same time, I began to wonder if maybe I'd have some time to go talk to him before, Dean, Lizzie and I left.

DPOV

I paced in front of the lined-up students, dressed in my-unfortunate- uniform. A white shirt and tight red shorts, with a red headband on my head, and a whistle around my neck.

Bring the whistle to my lips, I blew into it. "Today, you will have the honour of playing one of the greatest games ever invented. A game of skill, agility, cunning. A game with one simple rule," bending down, I grabbed one of the balls on the ground, "dodge."

As I threw the ball at one of the students, he failed to dodge, letting out a pained groan.

"Sorry," I apologised as I walked the line again.

"Uh, Substitute Coach Roth..." One of the students lifted their hand, getting my attention.

I walked over to him. "Yes?"

"Ms Boudreaux never let us play dodge ball," he informed me, but I didn't care.

"Well, Ms B's in Massachusetts getting married, so we're playing."

"She says it's dangerous."

I blew the whistle, loud, and close to his face. "Take a lap!"

"But-"

Before he could finish, I blew the whistle again, cutting him off. Without another word, he hurried off.

The gym door opened before Sam walked in and gave me a nod.

I grabbed the bag of balls, throwing them in the air to release the balls. "Go nuts," I told the students as I headed over to Sam.

"Having fun?" he asked as I reached him.

I couldn't help but grin. "The whistle makes me their god."

"Right. Nice shorts."

Shifting uncomfortable, I got to the point. "Find anything?"

"I've been over the entire school twice. No sulfur. "

"No sulfur, no demon. No demon, no case." I shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe I was wrong."

"Well, it happens to the best of us. I say we hit the road, huh? But after lunch. It’s sloppy-joe day. You should let Liz know."

"Speaking of Lizzie... have you seen her?"

I frowned. "No, why? Have you?"

Sam simply shrugged. "Nope."

It had been just under a week since Vegas. Just under a week since Liz had confessed to the fact that she hadn't heard from her boyfriend in over a month. Just under a week since she'd lost her pills.

Most days were okay, but it was becoming clear that something wasn’t right. Maybe it was the fact she had no more pills, or maybe it was the fact she missed her boyfriend, either way, I could tell she was trying harder and harder to keep the smile on her face. It wasn't coming as natural as it used to.

She never stopped moving, hardly slept. Some days I worried she'd work herself into the ground. But no matter what Sam or I said, she just wouldn't stop. It was like she was determined to keep herself distracted.

"Oh!"

Sam and I looked over at the students, seeing the one I told to do laps, running past us, hand to his nose.

"Good hustle, Colby!" I called after him as he rushed for the door. "Walk it off!"

EPOV

I'd spent the morning talking about the supernatural to the two classes I'd had so far. About the history of folklore and myths in America, and how we're influenced by these stories in day to day life. It was easy for me to talk about this stuff, because it was my life.

Halfway through my third class of the day, just about to get into the history of the Salem witch trials, when the sound of someone screaming down the hall, got everyone's attention.

"Stay in your seats," I told my students- knowing they wouldn't- as I hurried out of the classroom, running in my heels, heading to the culinary room.

The culinary teacher was rushing students out, his hand a bloody mess as the rest of her class ran screaming into the halls as well. Pushing through the crowd, I made my way into the room where a student- with blood on his face- was lying on the ground, Sam crouched over him.

The kid looked up at Sam confused. "What happened?"

But before either Sam or I could answer- not that I had an answer- we both noticed a black liquid ooze from the kid’s ear. I knew what it was in an instant. Ectoplasm.

DPOV

I walked into a hall where I found Sam scanning some halls with an EMF reader. As I stepped up to him, he turned away from the lockers to walk down the hall with me.

"How's the nonviolence assembly going?" he asked as I came over to him.

"Apparently, shoving a kid's arm into a Cuisinart is not a 'healthy display of anger'."

I hadn't been there when the incident happened, but right before the assembly had started, Sam had found me and told me what he saw. He told me Liz had been there too, but she had a class to take care of, so I hadn't had the chance to talk to her about it yet. In fact, I hadn't seen her all day, until the assembly.

While sitting with the rest of the teachers, I'd been minding my business when I'd spotted a foot tapping on the ground while the principal had been talking. At first, I hadn't cared, but the longer the tapping went, the more distracting it became. That's when I looked at who the foot belonged to.

Liz.

She was sitting at the other end of the row of teachers, one leg crossed over the other. My eyes hadn't been able to look away. Seeing the space between her thigh-high stockings and skirt, the peep of creamy skin... God, it was agonising.

As much as I knew she would want to be here to talk with Sam and me while the rest of the school was busy, she'd be busy until the end of the day, if her timetable- which I'd stolen when I'd broken into the principal's office- was correct. So, until then, she'd have to stay in the dark about the case.

"So, the kid had ectoplasm leaking out his ear?" I asked, getting back to business.

Sam nodded. "Which only comes from a seriously pissed-off spirit. It's got to be ghost possession."

"Yeah, but that's pretty rare."

"Yeah, but it happens," he noted. "I mean, they get angry enough, they can take control of a person's body."

"All right, so, what, we got a ghost in the building?"

"Yeah, but where? I mean, there's no EMF. Maybe we could find out who it is, at least. You know, check and see if somebody died bloody around here or something."

"Way ahead of you." Coming to a stop, I pulled a piece of paper out of my pocket. "I had to break into the principal's office to get this." Unfolding the paper, I read what I'd found. "So, there was only one death on campus. It was a suicide back in '98. Some kid named Barry Cook." Sam snatched the paper from me. "What?"

He sighed, looking down at the paper. "I knew him. How did he die?"

"He slit his wrists in the first-floor girls' bathroom."

"That's where-"

I nodded, cutting him off. "Right where the chick got swirleyed to death, exactly. So, what? This ghost is possessing nerds?"

"And using them to go after bullies, yeah."

"Well, does that sound like Barry’s M.O.?"

"Barry had a hard time."

EPOV

The siren went off and as if they were all programmed to do so, the students in my class started to pack their things so they could leave. I didn't even try to stop them as I moved to lean on my desk. Crossing one leg over the other, I grabbed the textbook the teacher had assigned and started flicking through it.

A knock on the door caught my attention. Looking up from the book, I turned to the door. It took a moment as the students continued to leave before I spotted my visitor.

Dean.

I held back a laugh at the sight of him in the tight red gym shorts he was wearing. "Nice look, Winchester."

"Could say the same thing to you." He grinned, walking into his room, hand behind his back.

I nodded to his hidden hand. "What you got?"

Shrugging, he brought his hand around to show me. Sitting there, in his grasp, was a bright, juicy, red apple.

This time I couldn't hold back my laugh as I reached for the fruit. "You got me an apple? I never pegged Dean Winchester as a teacher's pet."

"Well if all my teachers looked like you, I would have been the best teacher's pet ever." He kept grinning at me, taking another step closer.

“I bet you were a bad boy. All mischief and mayhem.” I smirked up at him. “The kind of guy I would have crushed on from afar.”

"Is that so?" He stepped even closer then, leaving barely a foot between us.

I looked up, into his eyes, seeing the familiar stirring of a dark and lustful storm forming. It made my knees go weak and my heart skip a beat. The memories of us, of what we’d shared before…

Clearing my throat, I jumped off the desk and turned to gather my things. "Yep," I answered simply as I moved around him and towards the door. "Now, don't we have somewhere to be?"

SPOV

After the school day had ended, Lizzie, Dean and I had gone back to our hotel and changed into our normal clothes. Dean and I had explained the situation to Lizzie and told her everything we'd found. Then we headed off to the graveyard to dig up Barry's bones and burn them.

Now back in the Impala, headed back to the hotel, I couldn't stop feeling so guilty about what we'd just done.

"You all right?" Dean asked.

Without looking at him, I answered, "Barry was my friend. I just burned his bones."

"Well, he's at peace now, Sam."

"I mean, if dad had let us stay just a little while longer, maybe I could have helped the kid, you know?"

But Dean just shook his head. "You read the coroner's report same as me. Barry was on every anxiety drug and antidepressant known to man. School was hell for that kid. His parents had split up. He just wanted out. It was tragic, but it's not your fault. To tell you the truth, I'm glad we got out of that town. I hated that school."

"It wasn't all bad," I argued.

"How can you say that after what happened to you?"

"What happened?" Lizzie asked from the back seat.

"He got bullied. Beat up." Dean's jaw tensed at the memory as he looked out the front window. "The place sucked for both of us."

I always knew Dean had hated the place, which is why I'd never told him the truth when it came to my experience there. Sure, I got into two fights, and sure, I lost one. But that was on purpose. After that, I took care of the bully. Things just fell into place then, and I can honestly say, it was probably the best school I'd been to.

EPOV

Dean parked Baby outside the school, sighing as he looked up at the building. "We came back here so you could talk to a teacher?"

Sam sighed. "He's a good guy."

"Well, whatever." Dean shrugged. "Go have your Robin Williams 'O captain! My captain!' moment. Just make it quick."

Leaving the car, Sam closed the door behind him as he shoved his hands into his pockets and started for the school entrance. Once he was gone, I climbed over into the front seat.

"So, tell me, how come this place was so shitty for you?"

Dean avoided looking at me, shrugging. "It just was."

"No, come on. Tell me," I pressed, a smile tugging on my lips. "I won't judge. I swear. And I won't laugh. Cross my heart."

Arm resting on his door as he looked out his window, it took a second before he sighed and gave in. "There was a girl here."

My smile fell. "Oh..."

Turning to look at me, he shook his head. "It's not what you think. Well... it is what you think, but it didn't end well. She just-" He sighed. "She tried getting too close, and I pushed her away, and then she embarrassed me in front of the school."

When he fell silent, I frowned. "That's all you're giving me? Aren't you gonna tell me how she embarrassed you? Details, Dean." Still, no answer, so I decided to guess. "Did she tell the school you have a small penis?"

He rolled his eyes. "I didn't sleep with her, Liz."

"Still, she could have pretended she did and lied."

This got his attention, getting him to turn to me. "Lie? So, are you saying it's big?"

Shrugging, I leaned back against Sam's door. "It's not small."

Now that the conversation had taken a sharp turn down a road we both tried to avoid when together, I couldn't help but watch him a little closer. He grinned, jaw clenching ever so slightly. Shifting in his spot a little, he rested a hand on his thigh. I could tell he wanted to reach out, he was itching to touch me. Surprisingly, I wanted him to.

Tristan was gone. Until I heard from him and got a reason for his absence, I was done with waiting. For all I knew, this could be his way of dumping me, and the best way to get over being dumped is to move on.

Dean and I, we had a past. That was clear. What was also clear was the fact that we still liked each other. When with Tristan, I tried to ignore it, out of respect for my partner. But now? If I was a free woman, then my feelings and thoughts would be free as well, and right now, I was feeling a lot when it came to Dean.

But before either of us could say or do anything that might lead to more, the doors of the high school opening caught our attention as Sam rushed down the stairs and towards us.

SPOV

I walked down the deserted hallway of the high school. It was the middle of class time, so everyone was tucked away in the classrooms. But I'd checked yesterday, to find out when the room I wanted to go to would be free, which was now.

As I reached the door though, I was stopped by a voice.

"Excuse me, sir, can you tell me find room three-oh-five?"

I turned to the girl standing a couple steps away from me. "Sure. Um," I gestured down the hallway, "head down the hall, take your first right, and it’s the third door on the left."

She smiled up at me. "Thanks, Sam."

I knew, in an instant, that something was wrong. But before I could do anything, the girl pulled out a knife and lunged at me, stabbing me in the stomach.

"You got tall, Winchester," she sneered at me.

As I was hunched over, grasping at my stomach, she kicked me in the face.

I fell to the ground, turning away from her and pulling out a small metal bottle I had in my jacket. Pouring some salt out of the bottle, I waited, listening as she stepped up to me. Once she was close enough, I moved.

Turning, I grabbed her arm that had been reaching out for me and then forced the hand full of salt into her mouth.

The ghost was ripped from her body and pushed through the roof, going back from where ever it came from as the girl collapsed in my arms.

EPOV

I knelt down next to Sam as he sat on a bench. We were parked off the road and by a river, out of sight so no one could see as I patched Sam's stab wound up. Yes, stab wound. While Dean and I had been flirting, Sam had been attacked by a girl being possessed by the ghost.

Dean came over, offering Sam a bottle of some kind of alcohol. "Trust me. This will help."

Reaching for the bottle, I took it from Sam and poured some of the liquid onto a rag before pressing it to the wound. Sam flinched and pulled away, hissing out in pain.

Dean shook his head, watching me as I got back to work. "That ghost is dead. I'm gonna rip its lungs out!" When Sam and I looked up at him wondering if he knew what he'd just said, he rolled his eyes. "Well, you know what I mean."

Sighing, Sam shook his head. "It knew my name, Dean. My real name. We burned Barry’s bones. What the hell?"

"Maybe it wasn't him." I shrugged, finishing up with Sam's wound. "Or maybe we missed something? Maybe-"

"No way." Dean pulled Sam's and my attention to him. We both looked over to see him leaning against Baby, reading a file. "How did we not see this before?"

"What?" Sam and I asked at the same time.

"Check it out." Pushing off Baby, Dean came over to stand by us, turning the file to show us what he found. "Look, Martha Dumptruck, Revenge of the Nerds, and Hello Kitty, they rode the same bus."

"Okay, so maybe the bus is haunted," Sam suggested.

Dean moved back to lean against Baby again. "Well, that would explain why there's no EMF at the school, but not the attacks. I mean, ghosts are tied to the places that they haunt. They can't just bail."

"Unless this one can." Dean and I turned to Sam expectantly, hoping he'd elaborate. "There's lore about spirits possessing people and riding them for miles, then whenever they leave the body, they're bungeed back to their usual haunt. But until then, the ghosts can go wherever they want."

"What, so this ghost just jumps into a kid who jumps onto the bus, and catches a ride into the school?" I thought about it for a moment, slowly nodding. "Doesn't seem too impossible."

Dean groaned. "Ghosts getting creative… well, that's super."

SPOV

On the bus, in the middle of the day, while the students and teachers were in class, Dean, Lizzie and I scanned it for any signs of a ghost. The EMF meter I was using was showing giving off a high reading, letting us know there definitely was some kind of ghost action going on.

"Here, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty," Dean called out to the ghost. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."

I shook my head, not understanding the whole situation. "Man, I don't get it. No one ever died on this bus, and it's not like there's a body hidden in here."

"Yeah, but a flap of skin, a hair, I mean, hell, a hangnail. Something’s got to be tying the ghost to this place." Dean wasn't wrong. "We just got to find it."

Lizzie sat behind the driver's seat, going through the papers and books she found in the compartment. "I found a new driving permit." She lifted the piece of paper up to show us.

Dean and I came over to take a look.

"Issued a couple of weeks ago," Dean read.

"Just before the first attack," I noted.

Dean grabbed the permit from Lizzie. "Name of the bus driver is Dirk McGregor Sr, 39 North Central Avenue."

"McGregor?" I frowned, recognising the name.

"Yeah." Dean nodded, looking away from the papers and to me. "Why?"

"I knew his son."

He scoffed lightly. "Did you know everybody at this school?"

I didn't just know McGregor... he was the kid who I got into the two fights with. He was the kid who'd been bullying Barry. He was the kid I beat up in front of the school so he'd stop being a jerk.

...

Dean, Lizzie and I sat on the three-seater couch in the McGregor home, across from Mr McGregor. He'd been surprised when I told him I'd been friends with his son, which had been a lie, but we needed a way to get inside and talk to him.

"So, you were friends with Dirk?" he asked us.

"Uh, yes, sir." I gave a short nod. "In high school."

"I don't recall Dirk having many friends at Truman."

Changing the subject, Dean turned the conversation toward Dirk's passing. "When did, uh… when did Dirk pass?"

"He was eighteen."

"What happened to him?" I asked.

"Well, there was, first, drinking, then drugs, and then too many drugs. And then he just slipped through my fingers. It was my fault. I should have seen it coming, you know? Dirk, he, uh… he had his troubles."

"Troubles?" Lizzie questioned.

"School was never easy for Dirk," Mr McGregor explained. "We didn't have much money, and, well, you know, kids, they can be cruel. They picked on him."

That's not how I remembered it... "They picked on him?"

Mr McGregor nodded. "They called him poor and dirty and stupid. They even had a nickname for him- Dirk the jerk." Oh..."And after what happened to his mother, he-"

I cut him off, "His mother?"

"Yeah, Jane, my wife. She died when Dirk was thirteen. Cancer. I was working three jobs, so it fell to Dirk to take care of her. And he was a great kid. He made sure Jane got her medicine. He helped her, cleaned up after her. But, you know, you- you watch somebody die slow, waste away to nothing... it does things to a person." Mr McGregor looked down at the ground. "Horrible things."

"I didn't know about his mother," I admitted.

"He- he wouldn't talk about her, not even to me. Lot of anger in that boy."

"I'm sorry."

"Well, we'd really like to pay our respects, Mr McGregor," Dean started. "Um, you mind telling us where Dirk is buried?"

"Oh, he wasn't. I had him cremated."

"All of him?" Dean asked, earning looks from the rest of us. Lizzie and I hoped we hadn't freaked Mr McGregor out, while Mr McGregor looked a little confused.

"Well, I kept a lock of his hair."

"Oh, that's- that's nice." Dean gave a little smile. "Where do you keep that?"

Frowning, confused and a little offended, Mr McGregor answered, "On my bus, in my Bible."

EPOV

I stood on the side of the road, hidden by the bushes as Dean, Sam and I watched and waited. We knew the bus would be coming down this way any minute. We knew Dirk would be on there. We knew the hair would be too.

Sure enough, the bus came flying down the road, way too fast. But that was stopped the moment the tires ran over the spike strip we'd laid out, tearing the tires to shreds.

We waited a moment longer as the doors opened and the driver stepped out, his almost robotic-like movements giving Dirk away.

"Dirk!" Sam called as he stepped out of the bushes, shotgun raised to the driver.

"Winchester. What are you gonna do, shoot me?"

"Don't need to."

As Dean and I stepped out of the bushes- on the other side of the road, Dean quickly wrapped the rope he was holding, around Dirk's torso, while I used my mind to hold it in place securely. Tying it tightly without having to touch it.

Sam nodded to the rope. "That rope is soaked in saltwater, Dirk. You're not going anywhere."

As I kept a hold on the rope, Dean moved to go on the bus to try and find the hair. "All right, everybody stay where you are. You'll be okay."

"Aren't you the P.E. Teacher?" someone asked from inside the bus.

"Not really. I'm like 21 Jump Street," Dean answered, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "The bus driver sells pot." There was a pause before he yelled out to us. "It's not here!"

Sam cocked his gun, still aiming it at Dirk. "Where is it?"

"No way you'll ever find it."

I squeezed my hand, making the rope tighten around Dirk. "Where. Is. It."

When Dirk simply let out a pained groan, but no answer, Sam stepped forward, pressed the gun to Dirk's chest. "Where is it?!"

Dirk just glared at him. "Sam Winchester. Still a bully. You- you jocks. You popular kids. You always thought you were better than everybody else. And to you, I was just Dirk the jerk, right? Now you evil sons of bitches are gonna get what's coming to you."

"I'm not evil, Dirk." Sam took a step back. "I'm not. And neither were you. Trust me. I've seen real evil. We were scared and miserable, and we took it out on each other. Us and everybody else. That's high school. But you suffer through that, and it gets better. I'm just sorry you didn't get a chance to see that. You or Barry."

"Nothing is gonna get better for me. Not ever." Dirk suddenly broke the ropes, flung his elbow back into my face- knocking me to the ground- before he started for Sam as Dean hurried out of the bus.

Sam fired the gun at him- though the driver was fine, it was just rock salt, not bullets. The driver fell back and onto the ground next to me, unmoving.

"Liz." Dean moved to offer me a hand, helping me to my feet. "You okay?"

"No." I groaned as I got up with help from Dean. "My face and ass hurt." the three of us looked down at the driver. "You think the son of a bitch is still in-"

Before I could finish, Sam was knocked to the ground by someone. Dean and I looked over to see a student kneeling over Sam, turning him over to punch him in the face. Dean grabbed Sam's gun- which had been knocked out of his grasp- and shot at the student, slash Dirk. But nothing happened.

"Find the hair!" Sam groaned, trying to fight Dirk off.

Moving quickly, Dean went back into the bus to look for the hair, while I hurried over to the bus driver, going off on a hunch as I started searching his pockets and everything. As I took the driver's boot off, the lock of hair fell onto the ground.

Grabbing it, I stood and lifted it above my other hand. "Hey, Dirk the Jerk!"

Dirk paused his beatings and turned to me, his eyes landing on the hair and going wide.

Suddenly a ball of flames grew from the palm of my hand, and with that, I dropped the lock of hair to my other hand, watching the fire in my hand burn it away. Dirk screamed and flew out of the student, the ghost burning in the air.

The student fell forward, landing right on top of Sam.

"Little help?" Sam called.

Dean- who had come out of the bus when Dirk had screamed- looked to his brother. "Huh... he's giving you the full cowgirl."

A wave of dizziness took over me before I could react to Dean’s little joke. Stumbling a little, I reached for the bus, holding onto it to keep my steady and my energy depleted.

“Hey.” Dean hurried over, concerned. “You okay? Liz? What’s wrong?”

Feeling light-headed, weak, dizzy and short of breath, I shook my head gently. “I don’t know.” My grip on the bus slipped, causing me to start falling.

“Whoa!” Dean was right there, catching and pulling me up into his arms. “I gotta ya. I gotta ya,” he assured me.

...

Once again, we were back at the school, Dean and I waiting for Sam to come back from talking to the teacher he'd wanted to talk to his old teacher.

We’d spent the night at the hotel, packing up and getting ready to move on. Well, the brothers had packed. They hadn’t let me do anything. In fact, they wouldn’t even let me stay in my own room. Even after I started feeling better, they were still worried I might collapse again.

But, like I said, I was better now.

Sitting in the back of Baby now, I leaned over the front seat and looked in the rear-view mirror to try and see what damage Dirk had done to my nose. It's not like he broke it or anything, but there was a little bruising, and it hurt like a bitch.

Dean sighed, shaking his head at me. "Liz, it's fine."

"It hurts." I pouted, looking at him. "And it's all purple and gross."

"It's not gross," he chuckled lightly. "You could never be gross."

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow. "Even if I was covered in, I don't know... rotting guts?"

He shook his head again. "Not gross."

It was my turn to laugh. "The fact you think that, makes you gross."

"Then maybe we can be gross together." His grin grew a little as he shifted closer slightly.

Biting my lip, I shrugged. "Doesn't sound like a completely horrible idea."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but slowly and surely, we'd moved closer and closer to each other until there were just a couple of inches between us. I guess you could blame it on the uncontrollable pull between us. But now, as I looked from his lips to his eyes, seeing him do the same to mine, I could feel the unasked question hanging in the air.

Are we gonna do this?

Tristan and I hadn't spoken in over a month. We hadn't broken up, but it felt like we weren't together anymore. My gut was telling me to move on, and who better to move on with than Dean Winchester? The chemistry between us had been there from the moment we met, and it never seemed to burn out. I liked him. He liked me. So, why not?

Making my mind up- and acting before I could think myself out of it- I quickly pushed forward, pressing my lips to Dean's. It was just a kiss. Just a simple coming together of lips. But soon enough, it grew into more. It always did.

Dean's hand came up to cup my cheek gently as he deepened the kiss, pushing into it more. My own hand came up to grasp his shoulder as I moaned. It had been so long since we'd been like this, I'd almost forgotten what it was like. Almost forgotten what he tasted like. Smelt like.

It was as intoxicating as it had been the first time. He was surprisingly soft and smooth. He smelt like mint and leather, and that smell I could only describe as Dean. He tasted like the toothpaste he'd used the morning, and once again, just Dean. It was all Dean.

Suddenly, he grabbed me and pulled me over the seat and onto his lap so I was straddling him, our chests pressed together. His hands grasped my thighs, my hands gripped his hair. The kiss deepened into more as our bodies began to move instinctively, grinding against each other.

I could feel him, and it just added wood to the burning fire inside me. I wanted him. I wanted him bad. To feel him like I had many times before. He always felt so good. Always knew how to take care of me.

"Dean." His name fell from my lips in a moan.

He groaned. "If you say my name like that again-"

Pulling away, I bit my lip as I bucked against him, our eyes meeting. "Dean," I repeated, moaning harder this time.

Before I knew what was happening, Dean had put me on the seat beside him as he opened his door and slid out. Grabbing my hand, he helped me out as well before he closed the door and hurried for the school.

"Where are we going?"

He didn't answer as he took me down the halls, looking around carefully while in a hurry, his hand still firmly holding mine. When he came to a stop and reached for the door, he opened it and pulled us inside, flicking the light on as he did. It was a janitor's closet.

I laughed lightly, looking around. "Why do I get the feeling you've been in here before?"

"Don't worry. She meant nothing to me," he assured me as he moved closer to me again, pressing his lips to mine in a deepened kiss, hinting at what was to come.

SPOV

I walked up to the door of my old English room, seeing Mr Wyatt sitting at his desk, grading papers. Lifting my hand, I knocked on the door before stepping in.

"Uh, Mr Wyatt?"

Looking up from the paper he'd been working on, he turned to me. "Yes."

Walking closer to his desk, I gave a small smile. "You probably don't remember me, um… but my name is Sam Winchester, and I just wanted to thank you."

"For?"

"I was a student here, and uh," I shrugged, "you gave me some advice once."

"Winchester, right." He smiled, nodding as he got up. "Right. Yeah. You, uh… you wrote that horror story," he noted, reaching out to shake my hand.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did. Yeah, it's kind of all been one long horror story."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing." I shook my head. "Sorry."

"So, what was this advice? I might need to plagiarise myself down the line," he chuckled lightly.

"You told me that I didn't have to go into the family business. You said I should make my own choices."

"So, you've managed to do your own thing, then, huh?"

"Yeah, for a while, yeah. And I think I went to college because of you. But, you know, people grow up. Responsibilities, and..." I shrugged. "But still, um... you took an interest in me when no one else did. That matters, so thank you."

"Well, you know, the only thing that really matters is that you're happy. Are you happy, Sam?"

I didn't know how to respond to that, because honestly... I wasn't too sure.

Bamby

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finalgilmoregirl · 3 years

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new years : 40s!stucky x fem!reader (all platonic) 🤍

a/n: this wasn’t requested but i’ve been thinking about this for a few days and thought i should write it! i hope you enjoy, AND HAPPY LATE NEW YEARS!!!

sorry for any typos, i’m really tired.

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“you would think since she’s the one always rushing us she’d be ready by now.” bucky grumbled, leaning on your apartments door.

new year’s eve. an exciting time that brings hope of improvement and change in the world. every year for as long as you could remember you’d spent the night with your favorite boys. being friends since childhood, you never went a day without seeing eachother. even when one of your family’s decided to hold a trip, the other two just had to tag along. and tonight was no exception.

“how much longer we got till midnight?” steve asked.

“mmmm....maybe an hour and a half. we should be able to make it.” bucky said, checking his watch.

“i don’t get why we can’t just stay inside and listen to the countdown on the radio. or even go to a bar?” steve complained.

“she said she wanted to feel the new year. which if by feel she means the cold she’s gonna have us freeze to death in? then yeah. i’m definitely feelin’ it.” the older boy shivered.

their attention was turned to the door when they heard the sound of locks being undone, both letting out a sigh of relief. you opened the door, revealing you in your favorite turtleneck and long plaid skirt. your hair and makeup all done up, the smile you had on your face looking straight out of a catalogue.

“you boys ready to go?” you asked them, happy to see them dressed in their best coats with their hair slicked back. you locked your door and adjusted the purse on your shoulder before you began to walk toward the street, until bucky stopped you.

“you forgetting something y/n/n?” he asked, holding your arm. you suddenly felt the harsh cold and realized you forgot your coat.

“oh! right. thanks buck.” you blushed, opening your door again to retrieve your forgotten winter coat.

the boys smiled at your obvious excitement and started to walk away whilst you shut your door again. you quickly caught up and intertwined your arms with theirs as the three of you made your way to the nearest park to watch the fireworks.

the three of you walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, listening to the sounds coming from different houses and restaurants. steve was the first to talk, turning his head to you and bucky.

“what do you guys want out of the new year?” he asked, curious to hear what his best friends were hoping for.

“that michelle santana lets me take her out. maybe save up to buy a telescope too.” bucky was quick to say. the ridiculous first answer making you and steve burst out laughing.

“oh please james.” you taunted. “it’s supposed to be a resolution not a miracle.” michelle was one of the most well known girls around, and while most would fall at buckys feet given the chance, she just wasn’t interested.

“oh yeah? what’s your answer then?” bucky huffed, offended by your statement.

“i’m going to get my driver’s license so i don’t have to be seen walking around with you clowns.” you sighed, earning a glare from both boys.

“the hell did i do?” steve asked, whipping his head to look straight at you.

“nothing stevie.” you reassured, patting the blonde boy’s face. “it’s this one that kills it for both of you.” you pointed your thumb at bucky.

“oh yeah? with the way you nearly crashed my pa’s old car? you might as well be asking for a miracle too.” bucky snickered, referring to your failed and only other attempt at driving.

you gasped and pushed him away, pulling steve’s arm to walk ahead of him. bucky cackled behind you two and jogged ahead, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “oh c’mon doll you know i’m just teasing.” he kissed your cheek, to which you fake gagged and wiped it away. “i believe in you. i really do.” he said, giving you a soft smile. you turned your head towards steve, who had yet to give his answer.

“what about you steve? what are you hoping for this year?” you asked. he squinted his eyes and looked ahead as he thought.

“well” he began. “as much as this sounds like wishing for a miracle too, i want to get better, maybe even stronger.”

you and bucky smiled at your friends answer. you knew that with his conditions, getting any stronger than he was now was asking for a lot, but that never stopped steve and you both doubted he would stop anytime soon.

the three of you conversed and joked about nonsense for the rest of the walk, and by the time you approached the park there was 45 minutes until 12:00. the park held the other families of the neighborhood. all drinking and dancing while the clock that stood at the church across the street shone bright. you sat down on a nearby bench, hoping to rest your feet before you inevitably had to walk back home. you hummed along to the soft love songs that echoed through the park, shoving your freezing hands in your coat pocket. meanwhile the two boys paced in circles, having their own conversation about god knows what.

a while later, bucky stood in front of you with a hand reaching out. you raised an eyebrow as your gaze flickered from his hand to his face.

“c’mon doll. dance with me.” he smirked. dream a little dream of me was playing, a song he knew you wouldn’t be able to resist, the slow song being probably your favorite in the world. you gave him a smile and took hold of his hand, him pulling you up and steve taking your place on the bench. bucky held your waist close with one hand, while his other held yours. you placed your empty arm around his neck and rested your head on his chest, swaying along to the music, letting bucky lead. you loved bucky for a lot of things, but one of your favorites was how much of a great dance partner he was, you swore he could be a professional.

the hand bucky held on your waist slowly began to creep down south, which steve was quick to catch. “hey! watch those hands big guy.” he called bucky out, causing you to slap the back of his head. bucky chuckled and retreated his hand back onto your waist, mumbling a “sorry” in between giggles. as the song came to a close and a new one began, you kissed buckys cheek and made your way over to the bench. now it was your turn to offer a hand, but this time to steve. steve simply shook your hand with his and placed it back into his pocket, ignoring your offer.

you rolled your eyes and kept your arm outstretched. “c’mon stevie one dance. please.” you pleaded. steve rarely wanted to dance, you being the only exception a number of times. he was always worried of messing up though you told him that the only way to get better is to slip up a few times and learn. but steve rogers was always known to be a stubborn boy.

he looked at your pleading eyes and knew he wouldn’t stand a chance against them. groaning, he hesitantly took your hand and bit back a smile as you gratefully squealed. steve relaxed once he took note of the slow tempo of the song, glad he wouldn’t have too much trouble with it. he placed his hands where bucky did before and the two of you began your dance. bucky grinned at the sight of his two favorite people.

you leaned your head on steve’s shoulder and quietly sang along to the song that was playing.

never thought that you would be, standing here to close to me

there’s so much i feel that i should say

a beautiful song in your opinion, one you feel you could only understand when you’re around the people you love.

steve, feeling brave, decided to try and spin you. this caught you by suprise but you quickly went with it and the two of you succeeded nonetheless. steve beamed proudly as bucky cheered. “beautiful!”

you laughed, burying your face into steve neck. the song ended way too soon and the two of you sat on the opposite sides on bucky on the bench. you rested your head on his shoulder and reached for his arm to check the time. “how much longer jamie?” you asked. bucky took a look at his watch.

“10 minutes y/n/n.”

you groaned, already wanting the countdown to begin. it was so exciting, not to mention the joy that went through you at the sight of fireworks. the boys quietly laughed at your impatience and began playing some hand game to pass the time.

next thing you knew, five minutes had passed and you shot out of your seat, pulling steve and bucky up and dragging them towards the main street, to get a better view of the commotion bound to happen soon.

“jesus y/n you’re gonna rip my arm off.” you heard steve complain, but you paid no mind and continued marching on. you eventually abruptly stopped at the sidewalk, causing the boys behind you to nearly fall over.

two minutes left on the clock!

“okay.” you turned to the two boys. “who’s going to be my new years kiss?” both their eyes widened at the question. most years, while you three spent the night with eachother, usually found someone before the countdown to kiss. however since it was just the trio of you tonight, you had to compromise.

steve cleared his throught uncomfortably. “kiss? you?”

“yes! i need a new years kiss.” you explained, annoyed at the nervous expression on his face. “oh don’t be like that stevie, i was your first kiss for crying out loud!”

“yeah i suppose.” he shrugged, licking his chapped lips.

“so you’ll do it?” you asked.

“yeah, yeah.” steve nodded.

“hey hey hey what about me?” bucky whined. “i don’t got someone to kiss me.”

“relax. i’ll give you one after.” you told him, turning your attention to the church clock and the crowd that started to form around it as the countdown began.

ten, nine, eight

you reached for their hands, to which they happily accepted.

seven, six, five

you began to bounce in excitement, making your best friends laugh.

four, three, two

you began to join in on the chanting.

one, happy new year!!

you turned to steve and grabbed his face, pulling him into a hard kiss. everyone cheered as the church bells rang and fireworks began to erupt. steve held onto your waist and blushed as you pulled away, looking up to see the colorful sparks in the sky. you then turned to bucky, who was clapping at the view above and you pulled at his collar to give him a kiss as well, to which he quickly reciprocated and tried holding you tight. you pulled away and threw your arms around your favorite boys, bringing them into a group hug.

“i love you idiots.” you told them. they mumbled a couple “love you too”s but the moment was interrupted with the sounds of more fireworks. you stepped back to watch them and at that moment you felt ultimate happiness.

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i really hope you guys enjoyed this :)

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky x reader #pre serum steve #40s bucky #40s stucky #little marvel baby fic

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crashdevlin · 4 years

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Jump The Shark

Author’s Note: This is part nineteen of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: When John gets a call from the youngest son he never got to meet, Y/n goes with him to find out what happened to the one-night stand John had back in 1990.

Pairing: Alpha!John x Omega!Reader

Word count: 3597

Story Warnings: angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, angst, mentions of physical violence, mentions of mindfuckery, mentions of ferality, pining, did I mention angst?

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You hadn't said anything. Not from the moment you and John found the truck. You climbed up into the cab and changed into jeans, a black and green plaid flannel and a pair of hiking boots. You dropped your suit skirt and blouse out the window going 80 down the interstate, and then you closed your eyes and listened to the Rolling Stones.

You had to open your eyes when your memories started attacking you.

Dean had been so sure that you were the one he wanted, the one he was looking for...but that was Dean Smith and Y/n Colt. That was a Stanford MBA and a former Miss Teen USA runner-up. The idea that he wanted to mark you was particularly hurtful and you were kinda glad you made him wait because you weren't sure if it would have reset like the first mark Sam gave you and the last thing you wanted was for Dean to be tethered to you when he could barely stand to be around you.

He only wanted you because he was someone else. He was someone else, but his soul was still stuck on you. You both felt that pull because you were connected but he didn't want you. Smith liked Colt, but Winchester would never love Y/l/n.

John just drove. It was obvious he had no destination in mind, he just pointed the truck West and drove. Part of you wished that he would go back to Mississippi but you knew that your semi-normal was gone...and it was better. You were a hunter and so were your alphas. No normal for you.

"It hit her hard, Sammy," you heard John whispering as he drove when you woke up a few hours into Missouri. "She hasn’t been that close with your brother in years and the fact that it was all fake is killing her."

A pang of sadness hit you as your brain called forth what John was talking about. The haze of sleep had taken the memory, but now it was clear why your heart felt like so many broken pieces shoved into a box in your chest.

"Yeah, we know that but he won't say it and she probably wouldn't be able to hear it now anyway." John sighed as Sam spoke through the phone. "Son, I don't know what we can do other than what we always do. If you need help, just call, but she definitely doesn't need to be around your brother for a while. All right. Keep me updated," John said before setting his phone on the dashboard. "I know you’re awake, 'mega. Can't fool me."

"Wasn't trying to fool you. Just letting you finish your conversation," you responded, sitting up and stretching as best as you could in the truck cab. "What'd Sam want?"

"Tell me that the whole deal in Cincinnati was the Angels fucking with us. Specifically fucking with Dean. They wanted to prove to him that he was always supposed to be a Hunter or something."

"And we just got pulled along for the ride? That was nice of them." You rolled your eyes and reached down for your purse, pulling out a travel mouthwash. "So, what, everything's dandy now?" you asked as you took a drink of the mint liquid, swished it around in your mouth and swallowed.

"You know, you're supposed to spit that out, right?"

"Only quitters spit," you said automatically. You ran your hand across your face as you dropped the bottle to the floorboard. Dirty jokes Dean told you as a teen were not what you needed to get out of your funk. “I’ve put worse things in my body.”

“Girl, we...we’ll get through this.”

“Not like we have a lot of options, right?” You licked your lips and shook your head. “I’m fine, John. I slept. I’m better. I’m fine.”

“When are you gonna learn that it’s useless to lie to me?” John asked.

“I’m sure it’ll sink in eventually,” you responded, chuckling. “I promise...I’m going to be fine.”

“I know you will,” John said, reaching over to pat your knee.

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A few weeks passed and you were getting better at putting it behind you. The might’ve-beens dragged up by the Angels in Cincinnati were slowly being pushed back into the recesses of your mind and you were feeling better. Sam emailed John to tell him about some jerk in Ohio writing books about the boys’ lives, someone Castiel revealed to be a Prophet of the Lord who was writing The Winchester Gospels. There were books about the boys’ lives, their actions, their innermost thoughts, just hanging out on bookshelves around the world. You wondered if you were in any of the stories, the gospels.

John’s secondary cell phone went off as you pulled the truck into the parking lot of a coffee shop and he frowned as he looked down at the screen before he answered, “Hello?” A beat of time as you parked the truck and turned to him. “He’s not available. Can I help you?” He had a severe look on his face and you shook your head at him, confused by his reaction to the call. “What’d you say your name was? Milligan...and, uh, what are you callin’ John for?”

He made a fist and hammered it into his forehead. “Right, well, uh, I hate to have to tell you this over the phone but John is dead. He died in 2001.” Your eyes went wide and John put a finger up to quiet you before you could even start to question. “If you need help, then I can meet with you, kid. I’m, uh, John Winchester’s son, Dean. Windom, Minnesota. Cousin Oliver Café. We’ll be there tomorrow at 8am. See ya then, kid.”

“What the fuck, John?!” you exclaimed when he ended the call.

“Fuck.” He scratches his fingernails across his forehead and sighs as he sets the phone on the dash. “I recognized the area code, knew it was Missouri, thought it might have something to do with...with this case I had around January 1990. Anybody I interacted with back then, they would’ve known me before I got hit with that hex. So, that’s why I answered the phone like that and I’m glad I did because...because the kid on the other end of the phone is…” He trailed off and you gave him a pointed look.

“The kid on the other end of the phone is what?”

“My youngest son, Adam.”

Your eyes went wide, confusion and anger filling your body. “Your what?”

“I told you...I told you that I had one dalliance before you after Mary died, remember? When I was on that ghoul hunt and I went into rut and I-I was almost feral and I had one night where I couldn’t fuckin’ control myself and-”

“You knocked her up with pups?” you whispered. For some reason, it hurt a lot more than it should, especially considering you were only seven years old at the time.

“Only one. Adam.” He shook his head at himself. “She never told me. I didn’t know anything about it until 2001...and by then…by the time Adam called the first time, I was a young man again. I couldn’t show up looking like a twenty-five year old and start a relationship with the boy. So I just never called him back, kinda put him on the back burner. I figured I’d go see him when we found the witch and fixed me but I never found the witch and-”

“So, why’s he calling again now?” you asked, trying to be understanding. It wasn’t John’s fault. He should have told you. He should have told his other sons, but he couldn’t do anything about it now.

“His mom, Kate, is missing.”

“And he called you because?” you asked.

“Because the cops aren’t worried and his mom told him to try to get a hold of me if anything weird ever happened. She knew about the hunting.”

“So, your plan is to...pretend to be your oldest son and go meet your youngest son for the first time and try to find his missing mother...who most probably is just normal-missing, not supernatural-missing?” you asked, cautious of your tone.

“I can drop you somewhere if you don’t wanna participate in this, girl,” he said, biting his bottom lip.

“No,” you responded vehemently. “You don’t get to leave me behind, Winchester. Not ever again, remember?”

“Okay, then I’m gonna need you to back me on this and you’re going to have to call me ‘Dean’.”

You nodded. “I can do that.” You weren’t sure you wanted to, but you’d do it for him.

“Thank you, darlin’.”

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John was nervous. You could smell it in his scent. You leaned into his shoulder as you sat in the booth, trying to calm him with your own scent. You kept your head on his shoulder as he switched a glass of water out with a glass of holy water and set a trio of silverware on the opposite side of the table. “Just in case.”

“You really think-”

“I looked into him, ya know? Kid did real good without me in his life,” John said suddenly. “He’s real and he’s smart and he never had anything to do with this life. I’m scared it bled onto him anyway.”

You sighed and leaned up to press a kiss to his temple as the door opened and a tall, thin young man walked into the diner. He looked like a mix of Sam and Dean. “That’s him,” you whispered, recognizing him from the Facebook profile.

John, or rather ‘Dean’, stood and waved at the boy.

“Dean?” Adam asked, walking over. John nodded. The boy laughed. “Wow, you look just like the picture my mom had of-of John. You’re almost the spitting image of him.” He let out a scoff as he sat down, his eyes moving to you. “Who’s this?”

“My omega,” John said, a bit defensively.

“Y/n,” you said, offering your hand to him.

Adam took it with a smile. “Wow.”

You felt a cringe move through your body and you looked down. “What?”

“I just…” Adam cleared his throat. “There’s not a lot of omegas in Windom and none are as pretty as you.”

Another Winchester flirting with you was sending all sorts of bad signals through your body. You softly tugged your hand back and sat back down as Adam settled into the opposite side of the booth and picked up the water. You held your breath when he took a drink but the water went down easy so you relaxed a bit.

But not much.

He smelled wrong. John was lavender and orange and ylang ylang, Dean was lavender and honeysuckle and anise, Sam was vanilla and coffee and undercurrents of honeysuckle when he was in rut. Adam smelled like dirt.

Not grass and forest and mossy logs, dirt. Just dirt. He didn’t even have a secondary scent to him, no undercurrent or complementary smell. Just dirt.

There should have been some part of him that smelled like a Winchester, even if he wasn’t the same makeup of a Winchester as the ones you knew. He shouldn’t smell like that.

Adam didn’t seem to notice your musing or your deep breaths to try and find something else in his scent. He went off on a tangent as he ate his breakfast about how John and Kate met in the emergency room at the hospital room where she works and he went into rut after he got hurt and Adam tried to get a hold of John when he was a kid and John just never picked up the phone and he’s glad that ‘Dean’ answered the phone this time.

“At least I know why he didn’t answer when I was calling before. So, uh, what happened to John?”

“Heart attack,” John responded. “It was sudden.”

“Right, guess that makes sense. Heart disease is the number one killer of men his age in the US,” Adam said.

Your eyes focused on the silverware in the man’s fists. Not a shifter either then. But this was something. This was not a Winchester.

“Well, after we get done eating, why don’t you take us to the house and we’ll see if we can’t find something to tell us where your mom got to,” John offered.

“Thanks, Dean,” Adam said with a smile.

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"He didn't react to silver or holy water," John argued as he followed Adam's car down the road.

"So? There's plenty of things that can alter people's perception of them that don't react to silver or holy water! Rakshasas, sirens, djinns, ghouls, do I need to go on?" you argued back. "He smells like dirt, John. That is not-"

"Maybe that's just-"

"What'd his mother smell like?" you interrupted.

"Passion fruit...and something else I can't remember."

"Not dirt. He shouldn't smell like that. He's not your son."

John sighed and scratched at his chin. "You might be right. He should smell more like one of us. He doesn't even smell like an alpha, honestly, but...if he's not Adam, then where the hell is Adam? And where's Kate? And why the fuck would whatever he is try to get me out here?"

"I don't know."

"Me either. For now, let's focus on finding Kate and we'll go from there." You held in a groan and focused out the windshield. "I know, 'mega. I'm just...I got this feeling...I lost my opportunity to be a part of this boy's life because of that witch."

"And that’s terrible, John...but you wouldn't have me if it wasn't for that witch so…"

“I’m not sayin’ I regret it, sweetheart, I just...wish I could have...met him once before I went after that bitch.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, biting your thumbnail. “Sometimes I wish things were different, too.”

“You wish I never came over when you were going into that first heat,” he guessed.

You swallowed, but you didn’t answer. The truth was, you had thought through a lot of different wishes and butterfly-effect ripples of how it would change everything. If John didn’t show up, you wouldn’t be a hunter. If Dean hadn’t pushed you to let Sam take you when those apple-pie assholes put you in heat, you would have just been Dean’s. If you never sold your soul for Dean, you might have been able to move on, find another alpha...a non-Winchester.

“I don't think I'd be myself if you hadn't shown up,” you answered eventually. “I'd have stayed stuck at Bobby's, never ended up with an alpha let alone two, and I would be dying from never getting a knot in a few years' time...it’s better you did.”

"I'm...glad I did, Y/n. I like the woman you are, the strong and beautiful omega you are.”

You smiled and your cheeks heated up at the praise. “Let’s just get this done, huh?”

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You weren’t exactly happy that you were the one who had to crawl through the vents but Adam said, and John fucking agreed, that you were smallest and therefor the best choice. When you found the blood and pieces of skull and blond hair, you were happy to be small enough to pull your phone out of your pocket and text the news to John so he could break the news before you crawled back out.

“Call the cops. We gotta get out of here, though,” John said as he offered you a hand to help you up out of the vent.

“Wait, but-” Adam started to argue.

“We don’t mix with cops,” you responded, before stomping away from them, roughly brushing dust off of your jeans and shirt. “Come on, J-Dean. Let’s get out of here.”

“You don’t mix with-” Adam started to argue, but you pushed past him and stomped out to John’s truck.

“There was no surprise in his scent. There was no anger or sadness. I’ve lost both parents, John, there should have been-”

“Maybe he’s numb or-”

“Maybe he’s made of dirt or something!” you snapped. “That is not-”

“He hasn’t done anything wrong yet, ‘mega.”

You shook your head. “Yeah. Yet. You know what, John? I’m gonna go ahead and look into things that could be pretending to be your illegitimate pup.”

You barely looked at him as you got out of the truck and headed inside to start researching. When Adam showed up to find out what was going on with his missing mother and you and ‘Dean’ leaving before the cops showed up and “what the hell?!” John decided to explain about hunting as simply as he could. He didn’t explain who he really was, though. And then John decided to take Adam to explore other options of finding Kate.

It was a couple hours later that you came across a mention in an online lore forum that said ghouls, while normally scavengers who feast on dead flesh, could actually eat living specimens and have been shown to greatly enjoy fresh human meat and blood...and just like feasting on the dead, the ghoul can take the visage of their victim and their memories.

“Didn’t John say that’s what he was after when he was here before?” you whispered to yourself as you picked up your cell phone and dialed John’s number. It rang through until it went to voicemail. You called again. It went to voicemail again.

Panic fell over you. Your alpha was in trouble. Your alpha was in trouble and you had no idea where he was.

“Fuck!” You were almost shaking as you stood up and looked around aimlessly. What could you do? Another string of expletives fell from your mouth before you forced yourself to focus. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Your soul was connected to him. You needed to find him.

It only took a flash. A flash of the dining room at Kate’s house, John tied to the table had you grabbing the keys to John’s truck and rushing for your alpha. You pushed that truck as fast as it would go to get it to the house on the outskirts of Windom. The truck tires screeched as you slid to a stop in the front yard. You grabbed your shotgun from the rack in the truck bed and ran into the house.

John was tied to the table, ‘Adam’ and ‘Kate’ standing over him as he bled from his wrists. “Y/n,” he groaned. “They’re ghouls!”

“I know!” you snapped, aiming at Adam’s head and shooting. Parts of his head exploded onto the wall behind him and Kate shrieked before running at you. You moved to pump the shotgun for a second shot, but Kate grabbed you and tossed you into the wall like you were nothing.

“Y/n!”

“I’m fine, John!” you shouted, rolling onto your hands and knees.

“John?” Kate spat out, her tone dripping with poison.

“Forgot to mention before you started draining me,” John groaned. “I’m the one who killed your daddy, sweetheart.”

“Witches are better than plastic surgery, bitch,” you said, sweeping the woman’s leg with your foot. She fell to the floor and you jumped up, grabbing the shotgun and shooting her in the head, too. You licked your lips and panted as you limped over to the table and pulled out a knife, getting him loose from his binds. “You okay?” you asked, grabbing a rag and ripping it in half, wrapping each half around his wounds.

“Yeah. You...you got here in time.” He sat up, his legs hanging off the table as you secured the wraps around his wrists. “How’d you know?”

“I figured out ghouls could eat fresh and then I couldn’t get you on the phone and...I…” You licked your lips. “I knew where to find you.”

“How?” he pressed.

“How’d you know what motel room I was cutting Sam’s mark off of me?” you asked in answer.

“You felt it?” he asked and you nodded. He reached out, barely wincing at the pull on his wrist, and pulled you in for a soft, sad kiss. “They were siblings, kids of the ghoul I took down last time I was in Windom. They called to get revenge for me killing their dad.” He looked away. “Killed Kate and Adam to get revenge first. I was hoping I wasn’t right about my life bleeding on his.”

“It’s not your fault, John,” you whispered.

He shook his head. “I know. Shoulda stuck around to see if the thing left behind little monsters for me to kill, but...I went into rut...and then I had to get back to the boys.”

“John...it’s really not on you.”

“He’s dead because of me.”

“He was alive because of you,” you insisted. “He had nineteen years before these things...he had nineteen years because of you. Please, don’t let this get to you.” You chuckled, ruefully. “I’m the one that’s supposed to be barely floating in an ocean of shit. You’re supposed to be my life raft.”

He smiled and nodded. “I am. I am your life raft, darlin’. Just...a little blood-deprived right now. I’ll perk up after a glass of O.J. and some protein. Come on. Let’s get outta here.”

You nodded and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, helping him off of the table and walking him out to the truck.

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thehypercutstudios · 3 years

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Bww MoD Act Scene - The Gang meets a Duo of Key Mice

This is for my bww au called Masters of Disguises, so yeah big info is in here.

Anyway, here’s an act scene of Who is the Ratacker? Story where the gang meets two key mice, who knew about a magical brooch that is shaped like a mouse and what the gang is dealing with after the first encounter with Ratacker and his goons. So yeah, Enjoy!

*Scene cuts in what appears to be a battle that is done with the goons retreating from one of our heroes Cal, who has taken form of a Double Trouble thanks to the Mysterious Mouse like invader*

Cal (Thingamajig): That would teach those guys not to fool with Thingamajig and friends, if I ever see you guys again I will give Checkmate a different meaning! *laughs like a maniac, and then he calms down for a realization*…Did I just act like I am Some kid hyped up on sugar?

Attilio (ScramTumble): *tries to get up but cannot because of his eggshell* Yeah, *oof* that childish behavior is something you gotta get *uff!* used to. *He got lifted up behind by Bruce, who is in Itsy-Bitsy Elf* T-Thanks whoever help me up.

Bruce (Dustfuzz): You are welcome Attilio, even though I am small like a mouse, I do carry some strength.

Attilio (ScramTumble): *looks at Bruce* Oh there you are Bruce! I thought that you turned invisible and-

Cal (Thingamajig): Ohh my Goodness Gracious! Bruce’s an Adorable Mouse! *he grabs Bruce and starts to get lovey dovey on him like he found a cute puppy* Awww! Look at you! You are so Cute that I just Gotta *makes little gibberish noises*

Bruce (Dustfuzz): Cal Please! Stop it!

Attilio (ScramTumble): Cal! Your fingers are squishing him! *Then, Cal snaps out of his childish humor and lets go of Bruce*

Cal (Thingamajig): I am Sorry! I just do not know what just came over me!

Bruce (Dustfuzz): That’s alright Cal, we all learn from our mistakes and must learn to control our new personalities.

Leo (Geek Meek): *offscreen* Bruce’s right, *scene cuts to Leo who is in X-Ray Ape Form walking to the trio* according to my brain, I just realized and remembered that each form comes with a personality and the ones we are in right now can be hard to control, yet with enough Practice we can handle new personalities.

Cal (Thingamajig): Wow, you sounded smart like me! That is awesome! *clears throat to not get excited in a childish manner* Sorry about that, but anyway, we should get everyone here and discuss a plan. All we need is- *looks at the left and sees…* Eis! *scene cuts to Eis, who has peeked out from hiding* Yay! Eis just won a game of hide and seek! Hooray! *shakes head and clears throat* I mean, there you are.

Eis: Cal? Is that you? Why are you a Double Trouble?

Cal (Thingamajig): I was wondering the same thing, I was using my King Piece brooch to turn into Royal Pain and all of the sudden, I got turn into Thingamajig instead! I mean, What the heck is up with my brooch?!

Attilio (ScramTumble): Same with my Turtle Shell Earrings, but I got turned into a Lucky Egg!

Lucy (Destructive Diva): and so did our other Stones of Forms, *scene cuts to the remaining inhabitants getting to the conversation* but how did this happen? Why didn’t we turn into the costumes that resembled the jewelry?

Haoyu (Cactus Critter): How come when I used the Leg Warmers I didn’t turn into Bat-Boy?! If this is a prank, I will prank them back!

Cal (Thingamajig): I do not know…I was wondering the same thing.

??? (Brooklyn Accent): Perhaps we can help out what is your issues.

Jose (Gourd Guardian): who said that?

??? (Italian Accent): We did-a, you Poompkin Pooncher.

*scene cuts to the inhabitants looking behind then and there they see Two Key Mices, one being short and chubby with a Brown Newspaper Boy Hat, and a Brooklyn accent, the other being skinny and long with a plaid scarf and a Italian accent* *scene cuts to Cass who is her box Fox form yelps and turns into a box*

Cal (Thingamajig): Oh Shoot! Rats! *flails his arms around like crazy as a ghost like creature starts to come out of him with a flamethrower*

??? (Brooklyn Accent): Hey hey, we don’t want any trouble ok, or what? And yuh shouldn’t be startled now. Yuh got me so fahr?

???: (Italian Accent) Fratello RRRick is-a rrright-a, as a Double Trrrouble if you get prrrovoked-a, yourrr clone wil-l get violent!

Rick: I agreed wit' my Brudder Tony here.

Cal (Thingamajig): *calms down as it gets Back into him* Sorry about that, it’s just that-

Rick: Your first time bein' a Double Trouble? Yeah, we heard you.

Cal (Thingamajig): *shocked* Wait, how did you know that?

Tony: Me and my Fratello woie watching you fight against de goons and you woie aving trrrouble with yourrr new forrrms.

Rick: And dat attackuh reminds us of our species back in de Valley of Doawhs.

Eis: Huh, no wonder why the attacker looks like Key Mice…but why did he sound familiar?

Fiona (Sea Pearl): Key Mice? I heard about those costumes, they are mice with keys for tails.

Tony: Tat is-a Correcto, Signorina.

Rick: And we Key Mice know about every Costume Species and de Jewelry dat has de stones of fawhms in dem.

Sana (Blizzard Thing): so if you knew about this, then can you tell us why did our jewelry malfunction and give us different costumes?

Rick: Sawhry, we didn’t have a clue becawze we were too busy peekin' and hidin' durin' de battle. Right?

Tony: Si. Tat rrreminds me, did any of you ave seen a brrrooch tat is-a shaped like a mouse?

*scene cuts to everyone looking at each other for answers until…*

Cal (Thingamajig): *he is on a desk for some reason* Oh! Oh! I do! I do! Pick me! Pick me!

Tony: you do? Please tel-l oos-a, Sig Soorrresh. *Scene cuts to a close up of Thingamajig which the desk is gone now, weird*

Cal (Thingamajig): Well, back when I was fighting with my own battle technique, *scene shows a flashback of the Battle where Thingamajig is fighting like a intellectual does and he saw something on Ratacker’s Chest; the Mouse Brooch* I saw something on the invader’s chest, it looked like some sort of mouse but dark purple. *flashback ends with a zoom-out close-up of Thingamajig* it’s like the mouse is a brooch or something, I wasn’t paying attention because I got punched by a Big shadowy Double Trouble.

*scene cuts to the two key mice gasping in shock*

Rick: Could it be, or what?

Tony: I’m Afrrraid so, boot ow cano tis be?

Rick: Yeah, I thought dat he stole it away from Sandman!

Eis: What are you talking about?

Emma (Baroness Blades): and who is this he you speak of?

*scene cuts to the two Mice looking at each other and then they look at the inhabitants*

Tony: De e we speak of is-a none other tano-a…

Rick: De Boogeyman.

*scene cuts to everyone gasping*

Everyone: The Boogeyman?!

Leo (Geek Meek): I knew it! He must have corrupted the mouse brooch so he can negatize the Victim that got turned into the attacker who ambushed us with goons and I bet he is the one who turned us into this.

Rick: Dat’s Cawhrect, Monkey Boy.

Tony: And also too chaotic too, if it gets into de wrrrong ands!

Eis: what do you mean?

Rick: Oh boy how do we break into dis, or what? Yuh see, de Mouse Cal saw on de rat Nega boss was de mouse Brooch. Right?

Tony: Si.

Iben (Freeze-Dragon): and What does the Mouse Brooch do?

Tony: It al-lows de wearrroi to toorrrn into a key mouse.

Rick: And as a Key Mouse, yuh have de ability of gainin' accesses tuh random areas when needed.

Haoyu (Cactus Critter): wow, that is good for pranks- I mean, secret getaways.

Tony: Si, boot it cano also cano be morrre tano tat.

Rick: It can be also effective tuh Costume Crystals and Stones of Fawhms, which manipulates dem tuh make different costumes.

Tony: And it should not be a prrroblem to toorrrn back to norrrmal-a.

*scene cuts to Cal aka Thingamajig with the others as he steps in*

Cal (Thingamajig): Let me try it out, I wanted to turn back into a human so I can do gentlemanly things and be smart again! *closes eyes* Quad Cannon! Game’s Over! *nothing happened* Am I back?

Yuri (Friendly Mummy): Maybe do what Lucy says when she is turning back to normal.

Cal (Thingamajig): Oh Ok, that makes sense. Double Trouble, Back to Original! *nothing happened…again* did that work? *opens his eyes and looks* Oh Come On! *Rick gets to Cal’s Brooch* Why isn’t it working? *scene cuts to Rick looking at the brooch, which he sees a Lock symbol on it*

Rick: Oh dear, I tink I have found de problem. Ya' dig?

Cal (Thingamajig): What is it? Did I dent it? Did it cracked? And how can I dig with no shovel?!

Rick: It appears dat your jewelries have gone into costume lock mode.

Attilio (ScramTumble): our stones of forms have a lock mode?

Tony: No, boot it is-a what we fearrred of what ap-pens to de brrrooch if it gets into de wrrrong ands.

Rick: Yuh see, when a Stone of fawhm gets cawhrupted, de powers of it will altuh and be different from de regular. Ya' dig? In dat case, it can gain access tuh your Stones of fawhms, malfuncshuns dem, and locks it so de wearuh do not turn back into human again. Okay?

Cass (Cube Pup): You Mean we are going to stay like this forever?!

Rick: Not exactly, de only way tuh turn back tuh nawhmal is tuh purify de Mouse Brooch and its wearuh.

Tony: Which it is-a in de ands of de Negatized Victim-a.

Leo (Geek Meek): and according to my newfound calculations, the Rat could be anywhere in this theater which his Location is unknown.

*everyone groans in disappointment*

Yuri (Friendly Mummy): how do we find him? and how to find me when I cannot Control my new powers since I cannot snap my fingers?

Rick: *looks at the spot Yuri is on* Well, Invisible People can also clap deir hands if dey cannot snap deir fingers, try dat.

Yuri (Friendly Mummy): Ok then. *claps hands and she is back to visible as she looks at herself* oh wow, it works. Thanks!

Haoyu (Cactus Critter): But where is this Madman of a Keymaster at anyway? I wanna prank him so bad! *scene cuts to Eis thinking after the words Key and Man is heard and then…*

Eis: Guys! I think I found out who is the rat looking attacker, it must have been Dan Dennis! *everyone looks at him*

Tony: You know im?

Eis: Yeah, he works at my workplace and he is a Locksmith, something Must have happened to him that caused him to become a Nega boss!

Rick: So dat’s why yuh menshun dat de Ratackuh sounds familiar. Okay?

Cal (Thingamajig): well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go find this Ratacker and make him pay! *shakes head* I mean, turn us back to normal and purify the negatized mouse brooch!

Tony: Aspettare! You cano-not go face de Rrratackoi in a smal-l grrroup-a, e wil-l manipoolate yourrr stones of forrrms to make you toorrrn into a dif-foient costoomes you cano-not andle!

Leo (Geek Meek): Tony does have a point, I remembered that The Ratacker looks like a cyborg and cyborgs have better intelligence, the glass eye of his can track anyone who has a stone of form down, unless we can get another group to make his glass eye not track down our jewelries easily.

Rick: Hey, I like de sound of de idea of anudder group of costumes as a distracshun tuh de ratackuh’s special eye, yuh might be onto somethin' Kid! Okay?

Tony: Si Fratello!

Everyone: *agrees with Leo*

Cal (Thingamajig): even though I am still my clever self, Leo does make a good point as a X-Ray Ape! Maybe you can be my substitute for now.

Leo (Geek Meek): Thanks Mister Suresh, and I would love to be your substitute for your smartness until we are back to being normal humans again! *he and Thingamajig shakes hands, which Thingamajig shakes like crazy* Uhhh Caaaaal yoooou caaaaan stop noooow! *Cal stops and lets go of Leo’s Hand*

Cal (Thingamajig): Sorry.

Rick: Alright everyone, I will get de map of de deatuh so we can track down de Ratackuh while Tony here will gadder some costumes tuh help us! Okay?

Everyone: Ok!

Tony: Bellisimo! Tat sounds-a good, Fratello. I wil-l get some costoomes to elp oos out on tis case! *uses his key on a area and it opens a door* torno subito! *steps in the door and closes*

Yuri (Friendly Mummy): What did he say?

Rick: He says dat he will be right back in Greaser.

Leo (Geek Meek): Which greaser is a Brooklyn slang for Italian.

Yuri (Friendly Mummy): Wow, interesting! But do you think Eis will be ok?

Jose (Gourd Guardian): Yup, I am sure he will, he has faced one of his friend when he was Negatized to a bulldog monster, maybe he can face his friend who got turn into a Key Mouse Nega Boss.

*scene cuts to Eis holding and looking at the key Ratacker dropped and it shows the key*

Eis: Hang in there Dan, we are coming.

*End of Act scene*

#Balan Wonderworld #bww #balanposting #bww au #bww MoD #bww masters of disguises #Balan Wonderworld au

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wittykitty21 · 3 years

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Falling Together

//Shanexfarmer HarveyxFarmer Sebastianxfarmer??

TW !! Talk of self harm, suicide, drinking, abuse!!

Chapter One - Escape to the Past

As I got off the bus to my new home, the fresh mountain air filled my lungs. It smelled sweet like wisteria and honeysuckle. Everything was so green here, mossy, grassy, leafy, flowery. I missed it so much. Lewis and a ginger haired woman were waiting for me smiling brightly. I almost broke into tears seeing a familiar face. They both welcomed me with a warm hug, and Lewis introduced me to the woman. Her name is Robin, and she’s the town carpenter.

“I’m so happy you chose to take over Destriu Farm. You’ll love it here in Pelican town, everyone here is friendly. Your grandpa would be so proud of you-”, Lewis stopped when he looked into my eyes.

“Oh my. You have his eyes. You look so much like him, -- I mean! You don’t look like a man! I just see the family resemblance stronger in you than your mother.”

I I did, I had the same dark brown tousled hair as grandpa, along with the same exact reddish brown eyes with golden rings around the irises. And the biggest tip off that I was his granddaughter, one of my eyes was lighter than the other with a hint of green in the lighter colored iris.

“It’s okay Lewis, I get it, you think I’m manly” I chuckled.

“What? No!” he exclaimed, not catching onto my sarcasm.

“I’m just kidding around, I know. I’m a walking mini female version of my grandfather.” I smiled gently. Robin was chuckling at my satire.

“It’s nice to know the old farm will be carried on instead of being turned into Joja Corp land.” she said as she helped with one of the suitcases.

“Man, I hate Joja Coperation. I worked for them for 3 years. “ I grimaced at the thought of the long hours, passed promotions I deserved, and workplace animosity.

Lewis and Robin both looked at me in surprise.

“You did? What did you do?” Robin asked quizzically.

I nodded, “I was a regional department head for Zuzu City. Lots of money, no ethics, no personal time and shit people.”

“I can imagine that and worse from that place. We have a Joja Mart trying to take over land here, hopefully with the farm back up, the local economy will boost and Joja will leave.” Lewis said as he hauled one of my suitcases down the path.

The trio of us walked down to my grandfathers old farmhouse, errr, well, my farmhouse now. A sense of nostalgia and comfort overwhelmed me as we neared the log house. The land was overgrown and wild, but still recognizable. The old log farmhouse still made out of spruce wood, and while it was definitely a fixer-upper it wasn’t unsalvageable. Robin and Lewis offered to help fix up the house a little bit, help with minor repairs until I was settled. I thanked them and told them I’d pay them back with some of my grandfathers famous apple preserves.

“You should come down to the Saloon tonight and introduce yourself to some of the town, they’ve all been waiting to meet the new farmer and Thomas’ granddaughter. I think you’ll recognize some familiar faces. Sam and you used to play together as children, he’s still here. So is Emily, and Haley. Oh! Marnie will be so happy to see you.” Lewis rattled on excitedly.

I stopped him, “Marnie?? She’s still here? Oh my god, I’ve missed her cooking so much. She was like an aunt to me when I was little. She always made my birthday cakes and they were the bomb. Didn’t she have a son or something?”

Robin and Lewis looked at eachother, “No she’s never had a son, she used to let her nephew visit her farm a lot though. He’s here too, I’m sure he’ll be at the Saloon.” The tone in Lewis’ voice changed to something of contempt, but I thought nothing much of it.

“Really? I can’t remember his name because of some memory loss..... but i remember we were almost inseparable.” I said.

“Memory loss?” Lewis asked.

“Uh, yeah, a lot happened. I’m not one to want to really talk about it. Just excuse me if I’m a little air headed. “ I smiled, hoping he wouldn’t notice the bruise I covered with makeup earlier.

Robin nodded with an understanding that was deep, she noticed. She saw my bruise, but just didn’t say anything about it. “If you ever get bored or lonely,” She said, “you’re always welcome to my home. I have a son about the same age as you, and a daughter who’s probably a few years younger. I think you and Sebby would get along super well. Seems you two have the same style.”

“I’m sure we will. Say, Lewis? Is there a doctor’s office in town? I should probably get set up with everything to do with that.” I asked.

“Ah yes, Dr.Harvey Smith is one of the best doctors. He’s right next to Pierres as soon as you walk into town. Can’t miss it, big blue cross above the door. Well, we’ll leave you to get settled. Will we be seeing you at the Saloon tonight?” He smiled.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I just have to get a nap and a shower in. And make myself look decent haha.” I noted my ragged appearance, I had on plain black leggings, and a large band shirt with a black jacket on.

“We’ll see you then!” and off they went.

I sighed as I entered the house and plopped down on the old green, white and plaid couch. I stared at the ceiling fan for what seemed like forever before dozing off. I woke up a few hours later around 5 pm. I hopped in the shower and then picked out an outfit. I wanted to cover my wrists where my injuries were. I didn’t want my first impression to everyone to be a weak and mentally ill cutter. I put on a light long sleeve grey shirt then a large black guns n roses shirt over it. I paired it with a pair of ripped black shorts. I put on a minimal amount of makeup, just enough to cover the bruise on my eye, and used purple eyeshadow under both my eyes to make it appear as if it was on purpose.

After I was satisfied with how I appeared, I braced myself to meet the town.

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Okay guys, like and reblog if you want me to continue writing more to this story. I’m going to try to put a part two up this morning. This is my first time writing a fanfiction so bear with me! <3

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starrybbarnes · 4 years

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brewing romance | [b.b]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: bucky sucks at flirting, and Steve is trying to give pointers on how to hang out with you. and idea brews, quite literally, and bucky takes the chance

Word Count: 3.1k+ (it’s long as hell)

Author’s note: this has been in a draft for so long. but inspiration struck, and i was able to finish it. this one story is inspired by the song love potion no 9, so you’ll see some allusions to it. of course, i hope you guys enjoy the story, and please leave any feedback !

Warnings: lots of hollering, steve making a fool of himself, sam making a fool of himself. you’ll see.

“Man, you gotta stop staring, your drool is gonna ruin the table!”

“Your face is ruining the table.”

“Just ask the girl already, Buck, you aren’t helping anyone here.”

Steve had a point. Ever since you joined the team, Bucky was left in awe. By your looks, your generosity, your compassion. He was absolutely in love with you.

But Bucky has made several attempts to capture your attention. And every time he does, he either freezes or there’s an externality that throws him off.

Whether it be untied shoelaces, a criminal on the loose, or Peter begging you to be his karaoke buddy, something was always in Bucky’s way.

And if he did get a chance to capture your attention, he would always freeze. Everyone thought T’Challa was bad when it came to freezing up, but Bucky easily beats him 3 times over.

“I can’t, Steve,” Bucky sighed, setting his mug on the kitchen island, “I just don’t have that charm anymore.”

“What are you talking about, you always find a way to charm those waitresses or receptionists whenever we go out,” Steve interjected.

“Yeah, well, that’s because I don’t know them,” Bucky explained, “I don’t really put myself on the line with those dames.”

Steve hummed in response. He wanted to help out his buddy, and he knows how much Bucky cares for you.

“I know this might sound crazy man, but I think you should get a potion to make you suaver,” Steve suggested.

“What are you even talking about,” Bucky responded.

“You know, those love potions like in the old days!” Steve explained, “we’ll just grab a recipe from online and brew something up.”

“This is probably one of the dumbest ideas you’ve ever concocted,” Bucky jokes, earning a snort from Steve, “but I’m open to the idea.”

“You guys really have no perception of potions, do you?”

Suddenly, Wanda walked into the kitchen, eyebrows raised and with a slightly amused look.

“And what would you know about love, Wanda?” Steve inquired.

“... you do realize who you’re talking to.” Wanda said with certainty, “I may not know about love, but I do know someone who can manifest charm.”

Steve and Bucky looked at each other, and then back at Wanda. It is an offer that no one can give up, and if it happens to be true, then the Winter Soldier might be in luck.

“Who is this ‘person of manifestation,’ and how can we trust them?” Bucky asked with concern.

“Lucky for you, this ‘person’ happens to be my great cousin, Phoebe!” Wanda exclaimed, “she’s an absolute whiz at this stuff.”

Bucky sighed, “I don’t know, Wanda, is it really the real deal?”

“Trust me, Buck, she has the experience and is trusted by all her clients,” Wanda reassured.

“Where is it located anyway?” Steve chimed in, “do we have to go halfway around the world to book an appointment with her?

Wanda chuckled, “Nope, but we do have to go to Lower Manhattan.”

。。

The trio stood in front of a brick building with grey columns as a facade, and it looked quaint. Bucky was at an unease at the building’s exterior, a sign with The Cauldron in bold black letters being the only things decorating the outside.

“I think this is a mistake,” Bucky spoke up as he turned on his heel to get back into the car.

“Oh no you don’t,” Wanda replied, grabbing Bucky by the forearm and dragging him to the entrance.

“You sure we’re at the right place, Wanda” Steve asked, “‘cause this place is lookin’ real suspicious if you asked me.”

“Relax, boys,” Wanda announced, “we’re in good hands.”

The door opened to a little bell chiming against the handle. From ceiling to floor, the place was filled with plants, books, and bottles coming in every color imaginable.

In the center, there was an island table, with a sink and a couple of books splayed open. A soft scent of rose and jasmine permeated the building. A cat and a dog were napping besides in the far right corner, without a care in the world.

Bucky began getting cold feet at the thought of the potion. Would this really help win over your heart? Would he change at all if he went on with it? And more importantly, would Sam keep giving him shit for having a crush on you?

As more thoughts began to flood Bucky’s mind, a bright and chipper voice greeted the trio. A young woman, no taller than 5’5”, came out from the back, wearing some plaid pants and a denim jacket. The simplest outfit a witch could wear.

From the look of Bucky’s face, Phoebe could tell he seemed confused. “Not your typical witch, eh?”

“Those storybooks tell me otherwise,” Bucky jokes, earning laughs from everyone. He then introduced himself to Phoebe, who only would reciprocate in charm.

The trio sat on the big table, with Phoebe center stage. She brought out a handful of beakers and flasks and placed them on the table.

“So, how can I be of service?”

“Well... “ Steve started, “a good old friend can’t seem to charm the ladies...”

“Oh brother...” Wanda sighed.

Phoebe tried suppressing a smile, “ah, someone’s got cold feet, I see?”

Bucky could not be more embarrassed. It’s hard to adjust when you’re a centurion. A centurion with a crush, more specifically. He had a huge crush on you and, well, he sucks at flirting.

He explained his plight with Phoebe, and she intently listened. After assessing what Bucky said, Phoebe asked him to extend his palms out.

“What you need is love potion number nine,” Phoebe answered as she made magic signs against Bucky’s palms, “don’t worry, it’s very effective and not that hard to make.”

Phoebe turned to face her cupboard and brought out a dark liquid and some herbs. As she opened the dark liquid, the room began to smell very strongly of floor cleaner, and Bucky looked terrified.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Bucky huffed, as Steve was dramatically coughing at the smell.

Phoebe grabs the liquid and pours some into the mini cauldron on the table. She then puts the rose, the rosemary, and some lemon into the vile concoction. Little spurts of gas rose from the cauldron, and Bucky swore he heard some cackling coming from it.

Phoebe once again waved her arms and made some hand motions, and a flash blinded the team momentarily. The gas subsided, and Phoebe took out a ladle from her drawers.

She pours the dark liquid into a small clear glass, and by the looks of it, it’s as dark as the night sky. She hands Bucky the glass, and tells him to quickly drink it.

Bucky stares down the glass for what seemed like an eternity. “This stuff can wear off, right?”

Phoebe reassured him that he’ll be alright, “should anything go awry, I’m just a phone call away.”

The concoction was taunting him, some grime started floating to the top of the glass, and almost started making a face at him. For love, you’ll do anything, Bucky thought to himself… right?

Steve sensed his friend’s concern, and offered to take a sip with him. Phoebe served him up a glass as well, and the boys looked at each other.

“How ‘bout it, Buck?” Steve encouraged, “To romance!”

Bucky sighed as he brought his glass up to Steve’s, “one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and here we go…”

The two boys drank the elixir, and Wanda looked on with nervousness. Phoebe seemed like she was having a good time, and congratulated the boys for tag-teaming it. She offered them water to get rid of the aftertaste, and Bucky could not be more grateful.

“Now, for some, it’ll start working in about twenty minutes,” Phoebe started as she started putting the leftovers, save for one small bottle for the guys to take home. “Don’t freak out if it doesn’t start working right away, you’ll know when it’ll start.”

“If you guys really want a speedier reaction time, I’m giving you two extra doses: one for each other. But take heed: it’ll really hit with just once. Wands, I suggest just takin’ ‘em home right now, just to avoid any trouble.”

Wanda nodded approvingly, “boys: let’s go. Who knows what's in store.”

As the trio gets up to leave, Bucky is frantically trying to pull out his wallet, dumping out any cash that he has on hand. He has about 32 dollars and a punch card for his favorite burger place.

“There’s no need for that Buck,” Phoebe argued, giving his money back, “A friend of my cousin is always welcomed here! If you insist, put it in that jar over there where I collect tips for charities.”

Bucky smiled as the trio walked away, “Thanks, Phoebe! We’ll update you if anything happens.”

Phoebe waved back, “if you happen to get married to this young lady, please invite me to the wedding! I’ll take any credit where it’s due.”

And with that, Bucky and Steve roared with laughter as Wanda closed the door behind them.

。。

The trip back to the tower was uneventful, as the only thing Bucky did was to stop and admire a candy shop that was by the tower. Other than that, no effects so far.

The elevator opened to reveal the next of the team lounging around. Some were eating, others were chatting. Bucky’s eyes trailed over to you, where you were seated on the living room floor, writing stuff down on a notebook on the coffee table.

Before Bucky could walk towards you, Steve called out for Natasha. Natasha responds, asking what’s up.

“I don’t know, just wanted to say you look nice today,” Steve said nonchalantly, then added, “by the way, great job on today’s presentation. Very solid work.”

“Alright old man, cough it up,” Nat countered, “what are you scheming this time around?”

Steve puts his arms up in defense, “I just want to compliment my friends on all their hard work that they’ve been doing. In fact, I’m going to go around the room and personally compliment everyone.”

Bucky watches the scene unfold: one by one, Steve walks up to every Avenger and gives them two compliments, whether it be on looks or anything Steve deems “honorable.” When Steve walks up to you he exclaims: “Oh, y/n! What a wonderful young woman. You are so smart and intelligent, you’re gonna far, that I know of.”

You couldn’t stop laughing at this newfound side of Steve. He must’ve gotten back from a date, because it has been a while since he’s been this giddy. Everyone’s confused at what’s happening, but are appreciative of Steve’s kind words.

Once again, you and Bucky lock eyes and you start smiling. Bucky gave himself a little pep talk before he cooly walked towards you. Bucky leaves the little bottle of the love potion on the kitchen island and then proceeds to walk.

You scooted over to make room for Bucky on the floor, and he brushed his hand against yours while he got himself situated. Intentional or not, but it did make your cheeks flare-up.

“So what brings you over here?” you asked, as you continued to work on your notebook.

“Nothing really,” Bucky replied with all honesty, “I just wanted to see you working, it’s soothing, if I’m being frank.”

Bucky flashed a small smile and you reciprocated. “It’s nothing too crazy, Buck. But I’m glad you enjoy my company. In fact, I too also enjoy your company. How about that?

Bucky was really happy at how things were going between the two of you, that he outwardly forgot about the potion he drank. He didn’t feel any change, except for the fact that he wanted to hang out with you. He just feels… a little bit more confident.

An hour had passed, and in that time you and Bucky had resorted to playing tic-tac-toe, hangman, and even teach Bucky some calligraphy. This couldn’t be classified as a date, but Bucky is enjoying the moment anyway. You and Bucky had decided to move to the kitchen island, where you had made him a cup of tea.

Then, in comes Sam bursting into the large room, with Steve slowly tagging behind. They must’ve gone to play basketball outside, as they were heaving and glistening with sweat. Sam was creating a loud ruckus, talking about how Steve cheated, and there should be a rematch.

Bucky started to zone out Sam’s blabbering and gave his attention to you. Right now, you were trying to draw Bucky, to no avail. It looked like a chunky stick figure with outlandish hair. Bucky complimented you on how the sketch should go to the Met, earning a laugh from you.

Suddenly, Sam eyes the glass bottle on the island. “Oh sweet! Beet juice: a nice refresher after working out.”

Bucky hummed in response, eyes glued on the paper that you had. It wasn’t until Sam made a loud aahh sound, and then proceeded to say, “that juice must've expired, ‘cause it smelled like floor cleaner.”

Steve and Bucky whipped their heads to each other, eyes wide in surprise. Oh no, Sam drank the concoction. You saw the look of concern on both the super-soldiers’ faces, and you’re trying to think of any possible outcome.

Steve scrambles to Wanda, and tells her what happens. She shoots up from her seat and goes over to where you and Bucky are seated. She orders Steve to keep an eye on Sam while dialing Phoebe.

“Is everything okay, Buck?” you asked with such innocence. You really don’t know what’s going on, and a part of you doesn’t want to know.

Bucky reassures you that everything is going to be okay… probably. Truthfully, he didn’t know, but he didn’t want to frighten you.

Steve comes running back into the kitchen and pants out, “it’s bad… he’s talking to all the ladies… couldn’t catch up… but Thor is after him…”

Wanda yelled at Steve for leaving behind Sam, and then her attention went to the phone. It was Phoebe, and she was on speakerphone:

Wanda, you didn’t tell me that I was dealing with super-soldiers! I gave them both regular-sized doses, and that’s why they didn’t feel anything…. And you’re telling me Sam chugged the bottle?! Jesus, what are we gonna do. I’m on my way! I’m gonna be using magic to get there, so don’t get alarmed. And whatever you do: don’t leave Sam out of sight.

As Wanda and Phoebe kept raising their voices at each other through the phone, your head was spinning as to why there was mention of doses and potions. You turned to Bucky, who still looked mortified at the situation at hand.

“Mind telling me what’s all the hubbub, James?” you proposed.

“It was Steve’s idea!” Bucky retorted. It was time to come clean, and start the healing process, stat. “Steve told me I should do something about my crush on you. But I was too scared to initiate anything because you’re so pretty and amazing… And then Wanda’s cousin Phoebe gave us a love potion but it didn’t work on us. It did make Steve super complimentary to everyone, and I just got super nervous, but that’s it. But it did work on Sam.”

You blinked at what Bucky just said. It was… a lot. You didn’t know where to start when it came to this newfound news. Then you started to laugh.

“Oh, James,” you sighed, earning another blush from Bucky, “I’m glad you tried to take some type of initiative to talk to me, but I didn’t know you had a little pick-me-up. But since you said it didn’t work on you and hardly on Steve… then how did you muster up the courage to talk to me?”

You got Bucky there. He was stumped, and started pondering. “I guess by my own accord? If a potion wasn’t gonna work, then I guess it was time for me to make a move. Hopefully, it worked?”

Your smile towards Bucky says it all. You nodded and then went up to his cheek and planted a kiss. “Next time, just strike up a conversation, Buck. I mean, look at what we accomplished today.”

Bucky nodded in agreement, and as soon as he was going to go in for another kiss, Wanda burst in.

“You gotta come check this out, quick!”

Sure enough, you and Bucky raced to the lobby, and basked in the sight in front of them.

There was Sam, chatting up every girl he sees. He was kissing everything in sight and was endlessly flirting. Sam made eye contact with you and quickly ran up to you and planted the wettest kiss you’ve had in a very long time. “When you’re no longer busy with Tin Man tonight, give me a call, sugar.”

You couldn’t stop cracking up at Sam’s antics. The whole team was stunned at what Sam was doing, all while Phoebe was trying to cast a spell to stop the chaos. Phoebe was fast, but Sam drunk on a love potion was much, much faster.

“Guess I saved myself on that one, eh Doll,” Bucky offered, earning a snicker out of you.

“You may be right, but I would’ve given you a big wet kiss if you asked,” you responded while cackling. Bucky joined in the laughter, happy that he was still able to have that spark with his girl, potion or not.

As you leaned closer to Bucky, you saw Sam run up to a cop outside the building and saw him give him a full kiss on the lips. The cop got enraged and called his other buddy and started handcuffing Sam. At that moment, Phoebe used a spell to wear off the potion, and sure enough, Sam slowly started to calm down.

At his new state, Sam’s eyes widen. “Steve! Barnes! What the hell did you do to me! What the fuck was in that beet juice!”

Bucky cackled, “oh you know, a love potion. Nothing too crazy.”

Sam started shouting obscenities at the boys, while he was being escorted back up the tower, presumably now under house arrest.

“When I get outta house arrest, I’m gonna put that potion where your mouth is!”

“Have fun with that, lover boy!” Bucky called out, as you couldn’t control your laughter. “Now, where were we?”

“Staring into each other’s eyes, I assume,” you answered, as Bucky grabbed a hold of your hand.

Bucky smiled at your response, “that sounds like a wonderful activity to resume, y/n. Ah, but don’t worry, there is no potion in my system anymore.”

“I hope so,” you warned, “otherwise you’re gonna get an earful again.”

You and Bucky shared a laugh, the first of many while observing Sam’s chaotic energy.

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Illthdar High: An au fan fiction

Thursday

Raemina’s mind was reeling since yesterday’s encounter with Rhovan at the mall. Her friends were similarly flustered and preoccupied by their own love lives. Nyima because she and Jingyi finally set up a time to play video games together, and Vyxen because of Date’s forward invitation to the dance, which Nyima and Raemina, along with Vyxen’s brother Salem, all witnessed.

Their excitement led to an eventful shopping trip for the trio. They spent much of the rest of their afternoon laughing and daring each other to try on dresses they knew they’d never wear. In the end, Raemina settled on a smart plaid dress with a cute frilled skirt. Vyxen, no doubt still thinking about a certain singer, found a lacy, black dress with a bit of sheer in the neckline that contrasted beautifully with her pale complexion. But the most surprising pick of the day went to Nyima. Normally content to wear beiges and neutral tones, she ended up choosing a fun and flirty yellow dress with a subtle floral print, though she assured her friends she’d still be wearing her signature cardigan and tights with it because there was no way she’d risk getting sick just before midterms.

Speak of the devils, Rae thought, smiling when she caught up with her friends in the hallway. “Hey guys! How was math?” It was one of the few subjects the three girls didn’t have together. As future valedictorian, Raemina took advanced subjects when they were still in middle school.

“It was all right,” Vyxen answered for the both of them.

“Are you looking forward to P.E.?” she teased, laughing when the other two turned bright red, no doubt thinking about two specific boys in basketball shorts. Somehow all three of the girls were in gym class with their crushes, and while it might not have been Rae’s favorite subject, it was always a good opportunity to gossip about boys

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Nyima managed.

As they continued down the corridor, Raemina felt a little light headed, but chalked it up to her excitement over getting to see Rhovan again. Maybe today would be the day she’d gather enough courage to ask him to the dance. Just as they pushed open the side doors that led out of the main building and towards the gym, Rae felt her legs get heavy with lead and her fingers tingled. Oh no, oh no. She started frantically searching her bag for snacks. She usually kept a chocolate and nut trail mix in her bag for times like these, but she had been so preoccupied on her way to school today she hadn’t packed them.

Vyxen and Nyima stopped beside her.

“What’s wrong?”

Rae heard the panic in Nyima’s voice, even though the sound travelled to her muffled, as if she were listening to them from below water. She looked up and black spots danced in her periphery. “I just need to sit,” she replied. Or at least she meant to. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came out. The numbing sensation that had begun in her hands had now snaked its way up the rest of her body. And then everything went black.

~*~*~

“All right, hurry up,” Coach Phanuel boomed from the court as the stragglers made their way out of the locker rooms.

Jingyi only moderately picked up his pace as he went to join the rest of the class on the bleachers. He always dreaded this period. P.E. was a nightmare scenario for a scrawny asthmatic like himself. Running, jumping, climbing, hitting things…nothing about it appealed. It also hurt that Nyima was in the class. Nothing made his confidence plummet like looking weak and pathetic in front of the girl he liked.

“So, athletes,” Coach continued once everyone had taken a seat. He never referred to them as students, always athletes, as if he thought by calling them so it would somehow be true. “Since this week will already be stressful enough with homecoming coming up, I’ve decided to let all you blow off some steam.”

Jingyi nearly groaned. Whatever he was planning wouldn’t be good.

“Dodgeball,” Coach Phanuel finished with a grin. “Miu, Lerki, you two are team captains.”

“YES!” Miu punched the air and hopped to her feet while Lerki followed, less ecstatic, but with some glimmer of amusement in his eye that promised nothing good for anyone.

Jingyi felt his stomach drop, it didn’t matter what team they put him on this would still be a nightmare. Miu would doubtlessly be preferable, but that would mean he’d be against the quarterback of the football team. If Lerki picked him—unlikely—then he’d have to worry about getting pushed around by his teammates and getting smacked by a bunch of not-so-soft softballs. There was no winning in this unless he stabbed himself and got excused.

Rhovan had no feelings about dodgeball, he was only hoping that Rhoe got put on the opposite team so he could hit her in the face and get away with it. He tied his long blue hair up into a bun at the base of his skull and spied Vyxen and Nyima scurry towards Mr. Phanuel. Their teacher pulled the most exasperated face at the sight of them and waved them both towards the bleachers without even bothering to speak to them. They did this every class. Nyima had some kind of doctor’s note that got her out of contact sports and Vyxen was, apparently, allergic to whatever they made dodgeballs with. Also: nets, baseballs, soccer balls, footballs, tennis balls and probably oxygen. Needless to say, they were Coach Phanuel’s least favorite ‘athletes’.

To the side of him, Miu and Lerki’s voices rang out as they picked their teams. Lerki picked Seth first, Miu grabbed Anna, and they carried on with each of them fighting to get the best players. Rhovan didn’t expect to get picked until near the end. He was decent in gym, but he’d never been very interested in sports.

“This will be so stupid,” Date’s voice bemoaned beside him, no more a sports fan than Rhovan was.

“Tell coach you’re allergic to paying attention and maybe you can go sit with your girlfriend,” Rhovan suggested and snickered when Date appeared to be considering it. He knew that Date and Vyxen were going to the dance together because it pissed Salem off. He’d had to listen to the two bicker all morning like a married couple. He hadn’t paid too much attention to it though. It was usual for those two to go back and forth, but his thoughts stuck on Raemina and whether he’d talk to her today.

“Band boys, you’re with me,” Miu yelled out to them, gesturing both Date and Rhovan over. Left were a few stragglers, begrudgingly called to join, and the two teams took their places on the floor.

Rhovan was on a team with Date, the quiet asthmatic boy, a bunch of girls he didn’t know and a single football player. Lerki’s team had several football players, and some random nameless background characters. Despite Miu’s pep talk about how they could win with a strategy, it was clear he was on the losing side. The only upside to the situation was that Rhoe was on the opposing team and he made sure to take a position right in front of her.

“Is that supposed to be intimidating?” Rhoe asked, both amused that the little drummer boy thought he could beat her and still angry from dealing with him yesterday afternoon. She hated sports but if there was one skill she did have, it was killer aim. “I’m gonna break your face, pretty boy.”

“Try it,” Rhovan challenged as they both parted to walk to the opposite side of the gym, waiting for the whistle to sound so they could run forward and grab a ball.

As it turned out, challenging a girl known for throwing rocks through windows was a bad idea. Not even three minutes in, Rhoe nailed him in the face with a ball, sending him staggering backwards and onto the gym floor.

~*~*~

I guess this is what I get for getting involved with a guy who’s obsessed with vampires, Imogen thought sourly as she adjusted the collar of her shirt for the fifteenth time that period. As hard as she tried yesterday to cover up the hickey Salem left with foundation, her neckline hadn’t done her any favors. Of course Zercey had noticed immediately when Imogen finally emerged from the bathroom. Her friend’s eyes went right to the glaring mark on her neck, but thankfully she didn’t do more than raise her eyebrows in question. Imogen counted herself lucky that Scyanatha and Seth left the group while she was still tied up with Salem. Zercey, being the loyal friend she was, hadn’t mentioned anything or made a scene in front of Lerki and Laura when they all shared a ride home. Imogen would be dead if either of them knew the whole truth. Socially, at least.

She sagged with relief when she saw that today’s weather would be chilly and gratefully put on a collared shirt and sweater that hid what the makeup could not. She’d made it through her first two classes just fine, but now she was on a field trip for her science class with Salem and acutely knew how much space there was between them.

As if he were reading her thoughts, he looked up from where he was standing a few feet away. His eyes went first to her neck where he had branded her and then up to meet her own. She felt her face get warm and quickly looked away. “Hey, can we meet at your place after school? I have an idea I’d like to run by you,” Salem asked, turning to Xyl. “It’s not safe to talk about it here.” He didn’t elaborate, and it reminded him why he had the very best friends in the world when Xyl just shrugged and agreed.

Date had been similarly nonchalant about it and he hadn’t asked Rhovan yet, but he’d get to that at lunch. Scyanatha and Seth snapped his very last nerve, and he wouldn’t let it go. It was about time those two got a taste of their own medicine and he would ensure that it happened. Unfortunately, this was hardly a one-man job and if he would pull it off, he would need backup. His grey eyes drifted back to Imogen again, wondering if she’d help him. It could go either way with her. He didn’t believe for a second she was so oblivious as to not realize what Seth and Scy were like, but she also cared entirely too much about her social standing. Maybe he’d ask her later, after she finished yelling at him for that hickey. “Do you think you can get Rhoe and her friend to come too?” Salem added suddenly, thinking it might be good to have some pro-delinquents on the team. He was sure they didn’t care about helping anyone but themselves, but they might be interested enough in causing some havoc to be useful anyway.

Xyl hadn't expected that. He blinked stupidly at his friend. “What? Why?” He didn’t care what Salem wanted to talk about, he figured it was some supervision plan to keep Date from being alone with Vyxen at the dance. That theory went out the window if he wanted to talk to Rhoe and Cowan. Those two weren’t nice, even if one of them looked really nice, and if they were involved then something potentially criminal was happening. “Should I be concerned about this meeting?”

“Probably,” Salem answered with a grin, “but if all goes well, it’ll be worth it.”

~*~*~

Raemina woke up flat on her back and with a throbbing headache. The crinkling sound of paper when she shifted told her she was in the nurse’s office. A quick look around proved that theory correct. She barely got to sit up before both the school nurse and principal Chiyoko were on her, asking her if she was ok and shoving a box of dried fruit in her hand to eat while she waited for her mother to rush over some iron pills. They knew she was anemic, but since she was usually careful about what she ate it wasn't a big deal. She gingerly sat up, her head spinning slightly with the move and opened the box of fruit. One bite of some dark colored lump that tasted like sweat and regret had her immediately spitting it back out and setting the box to the side, she would wait for her mom to bring the pills. She'd also bring a lecture and Rae knew she deserved it. This was her own fault, she’d been so giddy from talking to Rhovan and going dress shopping that she’d forgotten to eat when she’d got home and then had rushed out the door this morning with only a poptart for breakfast. She hoped Vyxen and Nyima weren’t too worried about her, the poor things. If her mother hurried, she could be back in time for History class to let them know she was ok before they both spiralled further into anxiety.

A hollow clicking sound alerted her to the door opening and she looked up, expecting to see her mother only to find Rhovan standing there with blood dripping down half of his face.

“Oh my gosh, are you ok?” She jumped off the bed in an attempt to help but needing to immediately sit back down when a powerful wave of dizziness hit her.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Rhovan had been hurt worse in his time and the ache of his nose was nothing compared to the blow his ego took. Rhoe hit him hard and although his nose wasn’t broken, it was going to end up bruised. So much for looking cool on stage tomorrow. “Are you ok?” He took a seat on the bed beside her and looked her over. She was pale and shaky and looked more worse for wear than he did.

“Yeah, I just had a small fainting spell. I should be fine once my mom gets here,” Rae explained, picking up the nearby box of tissue and handing it over so Rhovan could stem the tide of blood coming from his nose. The situation wasn’t ideal, but at least she still got to see him in his gym shorts. He had really nice legs.

Further conversation paused as the nurse bustled over, making a cross noise at the state of Rhovan’s face, helping to clean him up a bit. The blood would eventually stop and apart from the nasty bruising around the area and under his left eye, he’d be just fine to return to class. The nurse left to fish him a new shirt out of the lost and found, letting the two teens have a short moment by themselves.

“You usually walk home, right?” Rhovan asked, trying to make it sound casual and not like he’d been watching her like a creep. This whole scenario kind of sucked, but he liked to think of himself as an opportunist and this was probably the only time he’d get her alone until school let out. He shouldn’t waste it. “Not to sound creepy or anything, I see you walking sometimes on my way out. I wouldn’t feel right letting you walk home after you fainted, I could give you a ride if you want?”

Rae was surprised he noticed, but she smiled thinking along the same lines he was. This would give her the perfect chance to ask him to the dance! “That sounds great, thank you!”

“All right, cool.” Rhovan gave her a smile, but since his face was still sore from where he’d been hit, it quickly turned into a grimace.

The nurse walked back in with a fresh shirt and handed it to him. “Go ahead and change in the toilet there,” she instructed, pointing to the bathroom door, “and then you can get back to class.”

He did as he was told and five minutes later, he was back in the gym holding an icepack to his face. It might not have been ideal, but he was finally going to hang out alone with Rae. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the bleachers, visions of lace panties dancing in his head.

~*~*~

The school lunch room was a beige monstrosity with the worst layout Date ever saw. Trying to maneuver his way through tables, legs, elbows and butts while holding a lunch tray should count as military training. He paused briefly to lean down and press his lips against Vyxen’s cheek. “You look nice today,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. As he moved on to sit beside his bandmates he noticed she'd gone beet red.

Salem scowled at him, but he hardly cared. “Did you guys finally figure out the set list for tomorrow?”

“Yes.” Rhovan, slightly bruised but no worse for the wear after gym class, answered for the group and handed Date a piece of paper with the two songs they would perform tomorrow during the talent show. They wouldn’t have been Date’s first choice, but they would work.

“I need you to come over to Xyl’s house with me after school,” Salem informed him and he just nodded. It was probably to talk about some harebrained, ridiculous, scheme to take on their royal majesties and while he didn’t think it would end well, it could still be amusing. Or maybe it wouldn’t be, since Rhoe and her friend arrived a minute later and if they were involved then this could very well end them all in prison.

“How does your nose feel, pretty boy?” Rhoe asked as she elbowed Rhovan to make room for her on the bench. He didn’t move.

“What do you want?” he growled back.

Cowan smirked.

Salem rolled his eyes and moved over himself so Rhoe and Cowan could sit beside him instead, knowing that Rhovan was too stubborn to do it himself. “Can you not act like a bunch of tools?”

“What are they doing here?” Rhovan would sooner poison himself then put up with this girl and her boyfriend for a second longer than necessary. The fact they even allowed her to sit with them was pissing him off.

“We’re meeting at Rhoe and Xyl’s house after school,” Salem explained. “We need them. So play nice.” He fixed his drummer with a pointed look that suggested every piece of blackmail he had on him would be made public if he didn’t cool down.

Rhovan wasn’t having it. “I got permission from Culvers to do the project on my own. Enjoy your failing grade.”

“If you keep saying such sweet things people might get the wrong idea,” Rhoe retorted. One of her favorite pastimes was seeing how far she could push someone, and Rhovan was an easy target. If she had known this before she would have tortured him sooner.

Cowan set a hand on her shoulder, silently communicating that she should lay off. “Come on, Rhoe,” he said, deciding it was better to leave now before someone threw punches, “If we want to get a smoke in before class, we’d better go.” Turning to the band, he added, “We’ll see you after school.”

Xyl watched his sister and his crush walk away with an increasing sense of dread.

~*~*~

“Admit it, we slaughtered you, Miu,” Lerki joked, good-naturedly elbowing her in the ribs as they and Seth made their way from gym class to the cafeteria together.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said. “Just wait ‘till we scrimmage next season. My girls are gonna wipe the floor with your boys.” She gave him a punch on the arm and left the two men to join the rest of her team for lunch while Lerki and Seth sat down next to Zercey and Scyanatha.

“Aw man, Kallder, you should’ve seen it,” Lerki said excitedly once he took his seat. Imogen knew his use of her last name was an indicator he was still talking about sports things, and she fought back a groan; athletics were so boring. “Your sister was on our team for dodgeball. She may be a freak, but that girl has a wicked arm on her. She pelted that blue-haired dork so hard I thought he’d cry.” Seth laughed beside him, content to keep rehashing the day’s victory with his friend until Scyanatha let out an impatient whine. Quickly correcting his mistake, Seth engaged his girlfriend in a seemingly intense game of tonsil hockey.

For once, the couple’s PDA relieved Zercey. All she’d heard all day was Scyanatha going on and on about the dance and how her and Seth would make the perfect Homecoming King and Queen. It was starting to make her crazy. She already had plenty on her plate with cheer practice and she didn’t want to hear any more of Scy’s so called ‘problems.’

“So,” she said, taking the opportunity to switch the subject, “Imo, you’re still staying late to plan the dance, right? Did you need a ride home?”

“Uh, yeah, that’d be great,” she answered. Zercey was clearly mad at Lerki for something, she barely even glanced his way when he sat down.

“Wait a minute, sweetness, I thought you and I would be riding home together.” Lerki, finally coming out of his victory high, tried to reach across the table to take her hand but Zercey snatched it away before he could. He rolled his eyes. “What did I do now?”

“You didn’t do anything,” Zercey commented, shooting a glare in his direction that suggested otherwise.

Lerki huffed dramatically and threw his hands in the air, annoyed that he’d pissed her off again and thinking she might not be worth the effort. The head cheerleader was almost as high maintenance as Scyanatha.

“Good, I wanted to talk to you, anyway.” Zercey ignored him and returned to her conversation with Imogen, her eyes glancing to the girls covered neck. There was an interesting story behind that hickey and was determined to find out what.

Imogen just sighed and silently reminded herself to murder Salem the next time she saw him.

The rest of their lunch break progressed in much the same way until they all parted to go to class. Scy hooked her arm through Seth’s, allowing him to lead her through the halls while she lost herself in thought.

“What did your parents have to say?” Seth asked, finally broaching the topic that had been bothering him since last night. She never did text him and they hadn’t gotten a moment to themselves until now.

“The usual,” Scyanatha replied flippantly. “I’m a shame to the family, I’m slutty, why can’t I be more like Oidhan, the same spiel as always.”

Seth pulled his arm out of her grip and wrapped it around her shoulder pulling her close and pressing a kiss to her temple. “One more year, baby,” he promised softly. “That’s all we have left before we’re eighteen and you can come live with me and never have to see those jackasses again.”

Scyanatha smiled, resting her head in the crook of his neck and letting the scent of his cologne calm her. One more year and then I’ll be free.

~*~*~

The end of the school day couldn’t come quick enough. Xyl had been thinking over everything Salem said and it wasn’t putting him at ease. They should worry about getting in a final band practice before tomorrow and instead they were all going to this ‘meeting’ as if it was some undercover SWAT operation. Luckily his aunt wasn’t home, and neither was Imogen, so he didn’t have to worry about that. Mostly, he tried to gather up snacks and drinks to lie out, hoping to keep everyone’s hands busy so no one killed each other. Everyone was here except Rhovan and while he didn’t think Date or Salem would try to murder his sister, it was still a good idea to take precautions. Besides, keeping busy helped him keep his eyes off of Cowan. Rhoe may not be perceptive enough to notice his not-so-subtle ogling, but Salem would and he didn’t really want anyone to know about his crush yet.

“So, what do you geeks want?” Rhoe broke the awkward silence first, grabbing a fistful of chips and then flopping back on the couch to eye Salem and Date with obvious boredom, matched by the equally bored look Date gave back.

“We’re going to take Seth and Scyanatha, and possibly all their friends, down a few notches.” Salem informed them all bluntly, not bothering to beat around the bush. If he tried to ease them into it, Rhoe and Date would for sure lose interest and zone out.

Xyl almost choked on his drink, eyes widening comically in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.” He was hoping Salem wasn’t serious. “Doesn’t Seth’s family own like… this whole city. We’d never get away with it.”

Neither Date nor Rhoe looked bored anymore.

“We can get away with it if we do it right,” Salem argued, “if everything goes according to plan then no one will even find out we’re responsible. What is Seth gonna do? Sue the whole student body?”

Xyl firmly believed that Seth would sue the whole student body, just to prove he could, and he was about to tell Salem that, but got cut off.

“Look, those two have been acting like gods sent to earth since middle school and I’m done with it. They torment everyone just to amuse themselves and I’m going to get revenge with or without your help.”

“I’m in!” Rhoe hadn’t expected much from this little get together but she guessed she misjudged them. There was clearly more to them than eyeliner and body glitter. Not much more, but more than she anticipated. She’d been thinking about taking Scy and Seth on for a while anyway and at least this way she had other people to blame if things went south. “What’s the plan?”

Her answer was total silence and she rolled her eyes, casting a ‘can you believe this?’ look towards Cowan. “Are you telling me you don’t have a plan?”

“I didn’t decide to do this until last night, so no, I don’t,” Salem defended. “That’s why I invited you two here.”

“I’m touched that you think so highly of us,” Cowan commented with a grin, deeply amused by the situation.

“When were you planning on carrying out this little coup?” Rhoe snapped her fingers as if she just remembered something. “Oh wait, I forgot that you don’t have a plan.”

“We should do it at the dance,” Date intervened before Salem could dig himself too deeply into a hole. “Everyone will be there. It would be hard to pick out who was responsible from a crowd that large.” He paused for a moment, considering their options. “And if we really want to hurt them then public humiliation would be the best route.”

“I’m not dumping a bucket of blood on anyone,” Xyl informed them all, crossing his arms and envisioning a horror scene worthy of the movie he referenced. If anyone would use telekinetic powers to murder someone, it was definitely Scyanatha.

“We won’t go that far, stupid, that could get us in serious trouble.” Rhoe liked trouble but she’d prefer to not end up in cuffs over this. “Lucky for you nimrods, I have an idea. If you really want to get back at the king and queen, this is what we’ll do.”

~*~*~

“You’re way better than I imagined!” Jingyi breathed, impressed by Nyima's skill in Mortal Kombat. He was good, but she was excellent and if he wasn’t already stupidly infatuated with her, he would be now.

Nyima giggled and straightened her back, proud of herself for picking up on the game so quickly and kicking his butt. They had been playing for a little over an hour and she was slowly getting more comfortable with him. She honestly thought she was going to die when she first arrived at his house, and he didn’t look much better. Jingyi was a flustered, stuttering mess. He was beginning to loosen up though and Nyima found that she liked how he looked when he wasn’t working hard to be invisible. “You’re not letting me win, are you?”

“I promise I’m not,” Jingyi assured with a laugh and Nyima tried to pretend like it didn’t make her heart flutter to hear it. “I was trying pretty hard to win so I could impress you, but you walloped me cleanly.”

“You were a decent opponent.” Nyima gave credit where it was due, he’d almost beaten her a few times. “Next time, you should come to my house and we can try you out on Final Fantasy!” The words didn’t register in her head until a minute after she’d said them and her whole body froze up. Oh my giddy aunt, did I just invite him on a date?

“I’d love too.” He could see her nerves started to rear up again. It fed into his own and he knew that if he didn’t fix things quick then the fragile comfort they built up would shatter around him. “Can I walk you home? We could get ice cream on the way; my treat?”

Outside and back on neutral ground, the comfort seemed to return and Jingyi steered her towards talking about her beloved Final Fantasy, endeared by how expressive and excited she was as she gave him a full run-down of the storyline and all the characters. It seemed a lot more complicated than most of the games he played and he made a mental note to research it later so he wouldn’t totally suck at it when they got together again. The easy talk about Eidolons and chocobos over chocolate ice cream eventually turned into talk about school, the antics of Nyima’s friends and life in general. Before Jingyi knew it, they were at her front door and he felt the smile fading from his face when he realized that his time with her was up. Now that they were able to talk without choking on their words he felt like he could do it forever. If he could drag the conversation on a little longer without making himself look like an idiot, he would do it in a heartbeat.

“Thanks for walking me home.” Nyima was sad to see him go, but also kind of excited because this afternoon had been the best and she couldn’t wait to tell Vyxen and Raemina about it. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Jingyi hesitated for a second, fighting to gather his courage. It must have taken a while because he heard her fish her keys out from her bag, unlock the door and prepare to go inside. She got one step into the house before a burst of blind panic gave him the tiny bit of courage he needed. “Wouldyoulikedanceme?”

Nyima paused, turning back to look at him and cocking her head to the side, not understanding a word he’d just said. “I’m sorry?”

Smooth, Jingyi, very nice, he chastised, taking a deep breath and desperately holding onto that tiny spark of courage as he tried again. “Would you like to go to the dance with me?”

The butterflies in Nyima’s stomach came back full force, but even they couldn’t stop the smile taking over her face. She should say no, she’d be a nervous wreck the whole time and she knew it, but much like it had at the game store, her mouth seemed to function independently of her brain. “Yes, I’d like to.”

“Thank god.” Jingyi breathed out, flushing a bright red when he realized he’d said it out loud.

Nyima giggled.

“I mean, cool. Cool… I’ll see you tomorrow then?” He didn’t wait for an answer before speed walking away.

Nyima felt both nauseous and giddy. Her brain was running at a mile a minute and she had no idea what to do about anything and so she did the only thing she could do. She raced up to her bedroom, dropped her bag onto her pawprint comforter, dialed Vyxen’s number and screamed directly into the phone.

~*~*~

“He didn’t ask me to the dance!” Zercey had all but screamed once the final pep rally practice was over, throwing her bag into the back seat of her cherry red sports car and slamming the driver’s side door shut.

Imogen tried not to sigh too loudly as she slid into the passenger’s seat.

“He expects that we’ll go together,” Zercey continued. “I mean, we are going together, but he could have asked! It wouldn’t kill him to be romantic!” Lerki had never, not once in their entire relationship, done something nice for her just because he wanted to. He only ever did nice things when she was mad and then he had the gall to wonder why she was always mad. “Sometimes I feel like he’s only interested in my body,” she confessed as she started the car. “Seth and Scy have been together for years and he still asked her to the dance, and he did it with a dozen long-stemmed roses and a diamond pendant!”

“What do you think of Seth and Scy?” Imogen cut in, having been pondering that same question for a while now herself.

“I think they’re both awful human beings who don’t care about anyone or anything beyond each other.” Zercey didn’t even hesitate before giving her answer and it took Imogen by surprise. “They’re terrible, but Seth has connections I need if I want to get through college without having to work too hard. Once I’m through with that, his connections will help me get a good job and I’ll move across the country and never speak to either of them again.”

“You’re using them,” Imogen concluded, unsure on how she felt about it.

Zercey stopped at a red light and shot her an annoyed look. “Of course I’m using them. I’m sorry, Imo, are you hanging out with those two for their stellar personalities?” When she didn’t respond, Zercey nodded as if it proved her point. “We’re both using them for their connections and Seth’s money and they’re using us to boost their social status and make themselves look good. Everyone wins, except us because we still have to deal with them.”

Imogen had never thought about things that way before and she didn’t like the way it made her feel, like she’d just swallowed something slimy.

Luckily, Zercey was quick to change the subject. “So how did you get the hickey you’ve been trying to hide all day?”

“I would rather die than tell you,” Imogen informed her honestly, feeling like there wasn’t a need to lie but also not willing to talk about Salem yet. She felt conflicted about everything right now and she didn’t know if she had a single real friend she could count on.

Apparently she did though, since Zercey just shrugged in response to her statement. “Ok, but I’m here for you if you need to talk.”

The rest of the ride passed in silence with Zercey still stewing over Lerki and Imogen trying to figure out what she was going to do from here on out. She didn’t snap out of it until they reached her house and she saw several cars blocking her driveway, one of which she recognized as Salem’s.

“Your brother’s friends are over?” Zercey asked with a nod towards the cars. She knew for a fact Imogen’s sister didn’t have that many.

“It looks like it,” Imogen said as she hurried out of her seat. “Thanks again for the ride, Zerce. I’ll text you later.” She tried her best to be nonchalant even though seeing Salem’s car had made her heart start to beat faster.

Zercey narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but said, “All right,” just the same.

On her way into the house, Imogen gave herself a pep talk. Just act normal. She walked into the living room and was surprised to find not only all of Xyl’s band, but Rhoe and her burnout friend Cowan as well. They were all huddled around each other, talking in hushed tones as if they were conspiring, which they definitely were since it seemed like Rhoe was leading the whole thing.

Seeing her sister walk in, Rhoe sat back. “The golden child returns,” she mocked. At her words, the boys broke off their talking as well and looked to the new arrival.

Imogen glowered from the doorway. “Whatever. Did Nayidh leave anything for dinner?”

“Yeah, leftovers are in the fridge,” answered Xyl from where he sat in the corner.

She left for the kitchen, not bothering to acknowledge any of the other people sitting in her living room. As she waited for the oven to preheat so she could warm up the vegetarian lasagne from the other night, she popped into her room and threw her bag on the bed. A few seconds later she heard a faint knock on her door.

“What?” Imogen figured it was Xyl coming to bother her for who-knows-what and so she didn’t even bother to turn around when she heard her door open.

“I have like one minute before they realize I lied about using the bathroom and come looking for me.” Salem normally would have been excited to be in Imogen’s room, but he knew he was potentially walking towards his death, so he couldn’t enjoy it. If she didn’t kill or break it off with him, maybe he’d get to see it again sometime in the future and he’d be excited then. “I wanted to come say that I’m sorry for yelling at you yesterday.” It would look better for him if he started to grovel immediately. “And for giving you a hickey. I know you’re pissed about it, I kind of got lost in the momen…ooomph!” His apology was cut short by a pillow smacking him directly in the face.

“Don’t give me that bull, you knew what you were doing Salem!” Imogen snapped at him, the scene very similar to the one that played out in the mall bathroom, though this time she wouldn’t let him off easy. “This mark could ruin everything! Zercey saw it and she’s already asking questions. Do you know what will happen if Scy sees it?” She didn’t even know what would happen if Scy saw it but she was sure it wouldn’t be good.

“I’m sorry,” Salem remarked lamely, automatically taking a step back when she stalked towards him. She was shorter than he was but Imogen was scary when she was mad and he didn’t want to get thrown out a window today.

Her hands fisted in the lapels of his leather jacket and he braced himself for a shove out of her room. It surprised him when he felt her pull instead of push and soon her soft lips were pressing insistently against his own and Salem wondered if Imogen had a thing for kissing guys after she snapped at them.

“Don’t do it again,” Imogen warned when their lip lock broke. “And I expect there to be flowers and chocolates delivered in the immediate future as proof of your remorse.”

~*~*~

Rhovan pulled into the driveway of Xyl’s house with a grin. He didn’t care that the stretching of his lips made his face hurt or that he would have to endure Rhoe’s presence for however long they took to hear Salem out. Everything was well with the world and nothing, absolutely nothing, could bring him off cloud nine. Except taking on Seth and Scyanatha, which apparently was what everyone was planning. “Are you actually stupid?” he asked them incredulously. “Ok, not only are those two not worth this kind of time, but Seth’s dad is a douchebag lawyer who sues everyone who looks at him wrong. There is no way you’ll get away with this.”

“You don’t have to help if you don’t want to,” Salem informed him in a tone that suggested he absolutely had to help and would pay dearly if he didn’t.

Rhoe smirked evilly at him from where she sat across the couch and he started to seriously reconsider his policy on not hitting girls. He was trapped and he knew it, he couldn’t go against Salem with everything the vampire-wannabe knew about him and since the whole band was in on it, he’d get blamed alongside them even if he had nothing to do with it. “Fine, but if we get in trouble for this, then I’m killing all of you.” He tried to block out most of the plans being made around him. On the off chance they were doing anything crazy, he figured the less he knew, the better. It was a relief when he was finally free to go home, it being too late by then to have band practice. Once in his car and heading far away from everyone, especially Rhoe, he was able to reclaim a little of his earlier good mood.

Driving Rae home had been a blast. He knew she was smart but he didn’t know how funny and sly she could be, she kept up with his snark and made him laugh. He’d always just grouped her in with her friends as some anxiety riddled little girl who was afraid of her own shadow, now he knew better. Raemina was one of a kind and he was entirely captivated by her. They’d both asked each other to the dance at the same time and then burst out laughing. He was surprised that she was willing to take that kind of initiative. Most girls would fling themselves into the sun before they asked a guy out, that Raemina was willing to take the first step just made him like her more. She was full of surprises and he felt like he could be with her forever and never grow bored. Whoa. He stopped that train of thought before it got too far. It was entirely too early to even be thinking about words like ‘forever,’ they weren’t even officially dating yet. If the dance went well, then maybe she’d agree to spend more time with him and they could go from there. She had also told him that she’d definitely make it to the talent show tomorrow night. Hopefully the band wouldn’t embarrass him. Since Khrome had spent the night on Salem’s half-assed revenge idea, they’d be going into the whole thing pretty rusty. It’s simple, Rhovan thought to himself as he turned off the engine and walked into his house, If Salem’s plan ruins my chances with Raemina, I’ll kill him.

By @guardians-of-las-vyxen & @yogiwithabook

#writeblr #illthdar fan fiction #au fan fiction #highschool au

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In My Way (5)

IN MY WAY: MIDTOWN SCHOOL OF SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY

Pairing: (eventual) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 6056

Warnings: a few curse words! nothing serious

Notes: things get going!! This is also my entry for @petalparker and @suncityparker's writing challenge!!!!! I had to use “do you think this is an important piece?” and it was a fun tie-in to my series so here goes! Enjoy and let me know what you think :)

Summary: You gear up for your first day of school and make friends more easily than expected. The one person you struggle to be friends with, however, is Peter himself.

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Beep. Your eyes shot open.

Beep. You didn't recognize this room; this wasn't the dormitory.

Beep. It wasn't all a dream.

You sat up and turned the alarm off before it could beep again, reveling in your realization. This was real. You lived with the Avengers at their compound and were going to school that day. This was real life.

This was your life.

The effect of the time change was overshadowed by your excitement bubbling up. You stretched like you always did as you got out of bed, you feet slowly padding over to the bathroom to start getting ready. In the shower, the warm water only exacerbated the butterflies in your stomach. You quickly popped out, dried off, and slipped into the some clothes Pepper found for you. You sported a pair of skinny jeans rolled up at the bottom with a light gray wide-neck t-shirt tucked in in the front. It was supposed to be a chilly morning, so after drying your hair that naturally fell into just the shape you wanted, you slipped on a plaid flannel and left it open in the front. Lastly, you laced up some white adidas and grabbed the basically-empty black backpack before heading out of your room and toward the kitchen.

"There you are, kiddo! I was wondering when you'd be up," Tony mumbled as fatigue from the early morning upstaged the excitement he tried to convey. Steve stood above the stovetop on the island counter directly across from him and added a good morning with a soft smile as you approached. The closer you got, the stronger the smell of pancakes, clearly drifting from the stove where Steve was cooking.

"Good morning, sir!" You replied to each man as you plopped down in the seat to the right of Tony at the big island table. Calling Tony "sir" earned quite the snort from Steve, which subsequently caused Tony to gasp and dramatically bring his hand to his chest with false offense. You just giggled, enjoying every minute of their banter.

Steve served you all up some pancakes - definitely the fluffiest and most delicious you ever tasted - and sat down on your right to eat. Everyone initially ate quietly, gobbling up what was in front of them, but somehow Tony got the idea to tell stories from when he was in high school. This didn't necessarily help ease your nerves but you loved it all the same.

"So I woke up locked in the janitors' closet with three friends who were all passed out. I have no idea how we got there!" Tony spouted. You and Steve stared off behind him where Pepper stood, arms crossed and somehow unheard by Tony. Disappointed by the lack of laughter in response to his story, Tony once again feigned hurt. "What, you don't enjoy the Tales of Tony the Tot?"

"Y/N, please don't believe that this is what high school is like," Pepper interrupted, glaring at the back of Tony's head. Already aware of his impending punishment, he pivoted in his seat slowly as if afraid to face her. "Tony, what happened to that whole 'good example' thing we talked about?"

"Well, Pep, I just thought, you know--" he sputtered out as Happy, in his usual suit and with his usual stressed urgency, approached. Tony did not hesitate to take advantage of the distraction. "Ah! Happy! Here to take the lady to school. Now Y/N. Your schedule should be waiting for you in the office. Meet Peter right at the front doors, he should be waiting for you. Scratch that - he follows my every word, so he will be there waiting for you. Call me if you need anything or if Happy tries to do anything weird," he added with a wink and smirk at Happy. Poor Happy; Tony really did love to mess with him.

"Miss, we need to go," Happy asserted, only paying attention to you.

"Most importantly," Tony continued, completely ignoring Happy, "have a great first day, kiddo!" Tony grinned down at you while Pepper smiled endearingly and nodded in agreement. He quickly squeezed your shoulder as Happy pulled you away, waving at your new parents. Happy bickered to himself as you made their way down two flights of stairs into the garage. He led the way to a black Cadillac identical to the one you rode in across the country less than 24 hours before besides the New York and custom STARK13 license plate. He opened the backseat door for you to slide in and closed it after you. He drove out of the garage and up to ground level, down the driveway and eventually to the road. You peered out the window, taking in the New York skyline as they approached the city, Queens, and your next adventure.

As usual, Peter met his two best friends, Ned and MJ, right outside Midtown's front doors. Outside the front doors was a common meeting place for students as there was a long overhang connecting it to the drop-off lane and parking lot where most kids arrived.

"Peter, remind me why we can't just go inside?" Ned asked. He knew about Peter's secret identity and the Stark internship, but Peter was holding back info on this assignment or whatever it was.

"Mr. Stark has a new girl coming in and wants me to help her out a little today."

"Lame," MJ added.

"Hey, I mean, you don't know that, right Peter?" Ned said, eyes shifting to his other friend. "Did you meet her already? How do we know who we're looking for?"

"Yeah, I met her," he said. "I'll recognize her." His mind drifted back to her, her face, her smile, her voice; though his cheeks only heated with frustration.

"Well, what's her name? What's she like? Tell us about her!" Ned babbled, always excited to meet people. Before Peter could answer him, he recognized a shiny black Cadillac pulling up. His friends followed his gaze and the group watched as Happy got out to open your door despite you already opening it on your own.

"I can open doors!" you giggled, smiling across the roof of the car at Happy standing outside the driver door. "Thank you for the ride, Happy!" Happy grinned back across the roof of the car at you, only further igniting Peter’s jealousy as he wondered how anyone could get Happy to like them.

"No problem, kid," Happy called out as you started walking toward the doors with a wave. "I'll pick you up after school. Have a great day!" With that, he slid back in the car and drove off. You stopped on the sidewalk at the edge of the overhang and looked up at the front of your new school to get a feel for the building. It was made of solid bricks with blue letters reading "Midtown School of Science and Technology" on top of the overhang with a blue and yellow logo. You took a deep breath and walked forward, almost immediately catching Peter's eye with a wave and striding toward him.

"Dude," Ned whispered, "you didn't tell us she was gorgeous?!" Peter turned and whacked his friend’s shoulder as you were close enough that you could've overheard. Peter and Ned silently fought back and forth until they saw another student stop you in your tracks.

"Hey girl, name's Flash," the boy blocking you chimed in. "You must be new, I would notice a pretty girl like you immediately." With a wink, he tried to spin around and swing his arm up, over your head, and around your shoulders. Concerned he was trying to hit you, you simply ducked under his arm, and his swift "move" failed as he spun around and lost his balance. You froze as laughs broke out of surrounding students but calmed when you determined they were primarily directed at the boy who was now flailing on the ground and trying to get up.

"Ok, I see how it is…playing hard to get. You haven't seen the last of me!" he yelped as his posse of friends pulled him away.

"That. Was. Awesome!" Ned almost shouted as you finally made her your up to the group. "I'm Ned, by the way. Peter's friend! Nice to meet you, what's your name?" Ned asked with his hand out.

"Hah, thanks. My name is Y/N, nice to meet you too." Ned was so forward, not at all like high school kids you saw in the movies. Thank goodness, you thought.

"MJ," the girl on Peter's left said with arms crossed.

"Nice to meet you, MJ," you said with an even wider smile. You were already making friends - maybe this wouldn't be so bad. You had so many questions to ask them and so desperately wanted to get to know them.

"Uh, hey Peter, thanks for agreeing to help me today," you said, your voice smooth as you addressed him.

"Yeah. Well! We should get to the office and get your schedule," Peter interjected, promptly marching to the front doors with his mission in mind. You frowned at the concrete and nodded, concerned you did something to offend the boy. Pushing the thought aside you followed the trio through the doors and into the main hallway, where you weaved through groups of kids until you eventually reached a windowed office with a sign on the door reading "Main Office."

"Ok, the lady at the desk should have your schedule," Peter mumbled. "With that you're all set. See you around," he said and turned around, his friends shrugging, waving, and following just behind him. It didn't take long for Ned to whack Peter's shoulder back. Not nearly as hard as Peter did earlier since he lacked superhuman strength, but definitely hard enough to get Peter's attention.

"What the heck, man?" Peter spit out, turning to face his friend at his locker.

"Dude, you were a serious ass," MJ said, contributing more words than she had all day.

"Yeah," Ned nodded along, "What's up with you? You've been dark and weird all day."

Right then, you passed them in the hallway as you wandered to find your first class, smiling kindly with bright eyes as you waved. Ned grinned and waved back excitedly as ever while MJ did her classic one quick wave with a nod. Peter glanced up and made eye contact with you before immediately looking back into his locker, only to be slapped again by Ned and MJ on each shoulder simultaneously.

"OW!" Peter jumped. "Stop it, you guys!"

"We'll stop it when you stop being an ass," MJ replied, taking none of his attitude.

"She seems nice, Pete. Why are you being weird?"

"I'm not," Peter dodged. "I don't know what you're talking about." The first bell rang, meaning they had five minutes to get to class. Peter turned to escape this discussion as quickly as possible and walked off in the same direction you had, thankful he didn't share his first class with his friends.

"Literally saved by the bell," Ned shouted after him with an eye roll. "We'll get to the bottom of this Parker, you haven't escaped yet!"

The first class on your schedule was Chemistry. After that, you’d go to World History, English, and Computer Science before getting a break for lunch. Lastly, you had Precalculus and P.E. You found the first classroom without much problem and found a seat at a lab bench at the front of the room. You got back up to introduce yourself to the teacher per Steve’s advice (and Tony’s mocking) and were relieved that the teacher seemed to cut you a little extra slack as a new student. As you sat back down in your seat before class, Peter walked in. You looked up with round cheeks bookending your soft smile. When his eyes found hers as he looked for a seat, they widened briefly before darting to the ground. I must've done something to upset him, you thought. Shaking his weird behavior off, you focused on taking thorough notes and paying detailed attention despite it being only syllabus day. It kept your focus all the way until the bell marking the end of class rang and students exited. Before you could even find him, Peter vanished.

Walking into your World History class after a bit of searching, you found Ned. He quickly ushered you over to the seat next to him and started up a conversation immediately.

"Is that your schedule?" he probed, grabbing the paper when you nodded. "We have this class and the next one together! MJ is in the next one with us and you have fourth period with her. Then all four of us have precalc and P.E. together after lunch!" He told you all about the teachers and their quirks until the bell rang and you immersed yourself back in your note-taking.

This continued into the next class - English - but with MJ, too. Ned continued to do most of the talking with MJ sitting quietly, but you didn't mind. Ned was entertaining and incredibly friendly. Even MJ, though not talking much, was kind and had quite the sense of humor. They helped you feel like you fit right in.

The next two classes flew by and, before you knew it, you found yourself walking out of Computer Science with MJ. MJ lead the way to the cafeteria, where you spotted the back of Ned's head and Peter's face as the two boys sat across from each other at a table. Peter once again glanced up and quickly back down when MJ caught his eye with her assertive stare.

"Do you want to go sit with them?" You prodded, knowing something was off with the group and feeling you might be the cause of it.

"Nah, Peter's being a brat," She walked directly to an open table and sat down, you following her lead while keeping an eye on Peter and Ned. "Can I draw you?”

"Uh, sure, why?"

"Dunno. I like to draw people," MJ said, already opening to a blank page and pulling out her pencil to start the sketch. "Just sit still while you eat, ok?"

The two of you ate like this for the remainder of lunch until you noticed the it was almost time for the bell to ring to tell you to go to class.

"Hey, wait. Did you want to draw me just to get me to stop talking?" You joked shakily, partially concerned it was true. MJ only snorted as you stood up and walked to Precalculus. Once there, you sat next to each other again, this time right in front of Peter and Ned. You took your same thorough notes, repeatedly drawing raised eyebrows from MJ. The same occurred in P.E. The teacher showed an introductory video starring none other than Captain America, so no one was required to wear gym clothes. It seemed like an easy enough day for everyone else, but of course you brought your trusty notebook.

Eventually the final bell rang and the four of you headed out toward the front of the school where the day began. Happy and the same black car sat right outside, so you said goodbye to Ned and MJ while Peter sulked behind them before you trotted off to meet up with Happy. You headed home, answered some questions from Tony, Pepper, and Steve about how the day went, and got to starting some reading for homework. Tony asked if Peter was nice, of course, but you didn't throw him under the bus. Maybe he was just having a bad day, you wondered. Who knows?

The rest of the week continued the same way. You headed to each class, furiously scribbled down notes, and talked mostly to Ned and MJ between classes. Peter still wouldn't talk much, so you started wondering if that was just his personality. On the other hand, MJ still wouldn't sit with him at lunch, each day calling him some variation of a "jerk." Flash continued to poke at you, suggesting you be friends with him. Needless to say, you kept ignoring him. He was appearing more and more like the school bullies you had seen countless videos of growing up and, though you consistently thought about saying something to him, you didn’t. At the end of each day, Happy would drive you home and you’d hang out with the Avengers - mostly Tony and Steve - for a bit before getting into homework and eventually going to bed. Training wouldn't start until the weekend, and boy were you happy for that. This first week was already draining. At the same time, however, you were excited to add something to your schedule as school was already feeling monotonous.

Until Friday, at least.

Peter stood at his locker before the first bell with Ned, who was talking to him about the Lego Death Star they were working on. Peter was initially embarrassed because they didn't talk about it much at school, but quickly worked past it as he thought back to the thrill of building it. They nearly finished the night before and planned to get it done over the weekend. Ned continued on about it as Peter's spider sense suddenly set him on edge. This happened occasionally at school but he tried to ignore it - what could possibly be going wrong on campus? Before he could think up an example, someone behind him pushed on his back and shoved him forward such that his head flew into his locker. Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath before backing out of the metal locker and turning around to face none other than Flash Thompson and his yes-men.

"W-What do you want, Flash?" Peter protested.

"I just want you to admit that you made up your Stark Internship to seem cool. We all know it's fake," Flash mocked. A group of students started gathering around them as the two boys and their pit crews practically occupied the hallway.

Trying to get to your first class, you almost bumped into the huddled group. More concerned about being late to class than about pushing people, you forced your way through the wall of students only to find yourself at the edge of an open space where Peter and Flash were tensely facing each other. Your eyes found Ned's as you tried to figure out exactly what was happening.

"Sh-shut up, Flash," Peter spat back, "the internship is real…and you're just...jealous."

"Me? Jealous?" Flash roared back, demanding the crowd’s attention. "Bullshit. I drive an Audi TTS Roadster and you walk to school. Why would I be jealous of you?"

Ignoring every red flag waving in your head, you stepped in between them and finally faced Flash. "Hmm, I don't know," you mocked, "maybe because he doesn't feel desperate enough to keep hitting on the new girl that continuously turns him down? And because every other girl in school hasn't already turned him down? I don't know though, just a guess," you paused to let it sink in before going on. "Could also be that he doesn't have a weird name that sounds like a kindergartener made it up. Or that he has real friends. Again, just guesses."

"Oohs," "aahs," and "burn," were all heard from the crowd as you hastily pulled Peter and Ned away from the scene.

"What was that?" You asked. "Does that happen often? You know you could put him in his place without breaking a sweat, right? You are Spi-"

"SHHH!!" Peter and Ned simultaneously whispered, dragging you to an even quieter hallway around the corner. "No one knows but you, Ned, and the Avengers, remember?" Peter asked while also surveying the rest of the hall to make sure no one was listening.

"Yes, of course I remember. I just mean you could totally take him down. He's like a foot shorter than you and built like a pencil, after all.” Ned chuckled while a distracted Peter fidgeted.

“You could’ve gotten me exposed,” Peter whined as his eyes frantically darted around the hallway until the bell rang.

Ned wacked Peter again and scampered off to his first class. Now alone, you and Peter walked together to their first period chemistry class in silence. Your eyes traced your footsteps until you got to the main hallway where you were met with several high-fives from other students. When you reached the classroom, Peter opened the door and you sat down in your distant desks without another word.

Besides that incident, the rest of the day proceeded as usual. You went to World History, English, and Computer Science, enjoying sitting next to Ned and MJ despite the monotone lectures. Between classes, Ned couldn't stop retelling the events from the morning so MJ could experience them. He recounted the look on Flash's face being one of pure shock as if his beloved car was being towed. Though you weren’t super proud of your actions, this did put a smile on your face as you hadn't stayed at the scene long enough to see his reaction. From Ned's recounting, it seemed like your comments did exactly as you intended.

Peter, on the other hand, racked his brain all morning trying to figure out why you helped him. It doesn’t make sense, he thought. Tony Stark didn’t walk around picking up 15- and 16-year olds and making them Avengers. He definitely didn’t bring her in just to be his buddy. He must be ready to get rid of me, Peter determined, and I can’t let that happen.

Even from your distant lunch table, you could hear Ned steering his conversation with Peter to the morning drama. He couldn’t stop bragging about how amazing you were for standing up to Flash. MJ drew while you chuckled at Ned recounting what went down. Peter, however, remained unphased by Ned’s storytelling all the way up until their Precalculus class. The four of you sat down together as usual, you and MJ next to each other with Peter behind you and Ned behind MJ. Class was less than three minutes in when the teacher started describing a project you’d be working on with partners of your choice over the weekend.

Peter assumed he'd pair up with Ned - as always - and turned to face his buddy. But Ned, the good friend that he is, continued staring straight ahead and allowed only his eyes to slide over to see Peter staring at him expectantly. Deciding to follow through on his promise to get to the bottom of what was making Peter be so weird at the beginning of the week, he tapped MJ's shoulder.

"Hey, MJ? Wanna be partners for the project?" he asked. She shrugged and nodded before returning to her drawing. Accepting that as a yes, Ned turned slowly turned to face Peter, a massive grin plastered on his face. "Told you you wouldn't escape, spider-boy.”

Peter faced him with a grimace and glare, knowing exactly what his friend was doing. Friend, if he could call him that. You, meanwhile, were panicking internally. Partner project? How did that work? Suddenly a finger tapped your shoulder and you turned around to face the brown-haired boy with dark brown eyes sitting behind you.

"Hey, um, Y/N? Do you…have a partner for the project already? F-for the project?"

"Uh...no, I don't. Do you?" Ned and MJ watched your forced interaction like a movie; all they needed was popcorn.

"No, I-I don't. Do you want to be partners? With, um, me?" Peter stuttered, eyes dancing around every surface of the room but her face.

"Yeah, sure," you answered. Ned and MJ to high-fived for their work, though you were oblivious to their involvement. Peter glared at both of them the rest of class, however. Why would they make me be partners with her?

Class eventually got out and the four of you walked from Precalculus to P.E. MJ and Ned planned to work on their project that afternoon and get it over with, an idea Peter was happy to springboard off of. The sooner he could get done with this partnership, the better.

"Do you...want to come to my apartment after school today? You know - uh, so we can get the project done?” he asked as you walked.

"Sure! I have to check with Tony but I'm sure it'll be ok." You and MJ split up from the boys to go in your respective locker rooms. Tony replied quickly with his approval and you made plans with Peter to walk to his apartment when school got out. Ned and MJ, of course, giggled the whole class period, much to Peter's annoyance.

School eventually got out for the weekend and you met Peter at the front doors of the school. The two of you walked a few minutes before you finally spoke up, once again ignoring all the red flags flying.

"I'm sorry, Peter,” you mumbled.

"Why--I mean--what are you s-sorry for?" His forehead scrunched and nose crinkled at your comment.

"I'm sorry you have to work with me. I know you don't like me."

You kept walking, unbothered by your comment, but Peter stopped in his tracks overtaken by confusion, thinking hard trying to put the pieces together. She thinks I don't like her?

"What do you mean?" he finally asked.

Hearing Peter's voice behind you, you stopped walking and turned around. You didn't know where he lived and were supposed to be heading to his apartment, after all.

"I mean," you said, "I know you don't like me. It's not hard to tell. So I'm sorry you have to work with me." You turned back around and kept walking, hoping it was still the right direction.

"Y/N, wait," Peter plead as he jogged up behind you and hesitantly tapped your elbow, only stopping you. "Please," he stressed, finally getting you to turn around. "I guess…I don't hate you. That's not what's going on."

"You guess? Then what is going on?"

"I just...I…ok. Look. I've been the only kid at the compound for a few months, ok? I’ve been the only ‘Stark Intern.’ And Mr. Stark has done so much for me. I have him to thank for my suit and tons of other incredible things,” he explained, still staring at the ground.

"Um, ok…so?" You prodded, hoping for a fuller answer. Peter finally looked back up at you, your glowing eyes for what felt like the first time.

"So…when you showed up, and Mr. Stark was all over you on Monday at the compound? It…it made me think there could only be one of us. Mr. Stark went through enough heat when he first recruited me as one 14-year-old, but two? Why would he do that?" He almost shouted now but paused as a puzzled expression took over her face. Peter continued, his voice dripping with vulnerability. “I really, really want to be an Avenger someday to use my powers for good, and I think that you’re in my way.”

"Peter," you addressed, "Tony and Pepper adopted me. That's why I'm here. They want me to join the Avengers, yes, but I have zero fighting ability or powers or any abilities, really. I don't know what's going to happen in my future, but I will never have superpowers. You've got me there. I wouldn't want your spot anyway. I mean, I don't even think there are "spots." They'll use whoever is ready, willing, and able to fight the threat at hand. Tony may have been criticized, but he recruited you for a reason and he kept you for a reason. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. I am zero threat to you. Or even less than zero, since I actually want to help."

You turned around and left Peter gaping. Had Mr. Stark mentioned that? That’s quite a detail to forget, he thought. He realized then that he had been too preoccupied with the girl that was now walking off in the wrong direction to pay attention to what Mr. Stark may or may not have said that day.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"What, Peter?" You snapped back, frustrated that this boy either couldn't or wouldn't understand.

"My apartment is this way," he snickered, pointing across a crosswalk. You stormed back to him and slammed the button to change the lights so you could cross. You stood in front of him, arms crossed and face stern; he looked at the back of your head for the second time that day. This time, though, with a grin on his lips.

The light changed and you crossed, still silent. Eventually you reached the door to Peter's apartment building. But he hesitated before opening it to summon every bit of courage he had.

"Ok. My turn," he stammered, slowly as if the words wouldn't come out. "I'm really sorry if I seemed distant. It was stupid of me to think you were trying to take my spot. I-I promise I'm not normally like that, and I want to make it up to you. C-can we start over? Besides you roasting Flash in front of everyone, though. Because that? Yeah, that was legendary," he joked, relief coursing through him as she smiled and laughed.

"Sure, Peter, we can start over. That said...maybe I really am in your way,” you said, ripping open the door and racing inside before Peter could realize what was happening. He dropped his head back laughing at what he had gotten himself into and followed through the door. You eventually got to the apartment and headed inside to finally get to work on your project.

You spread out papers across the coffee table to start brainstorming. You then worked together, minds operating on the same wavelength, and burned through the majority of the project in a couple hours before deciding to take a break. You asked about the Lego Death Star Ned had been going on and on about for days, so Peter took her to his room to show you the sacred object.

"It's almost done," he explained, picking it up gingerly like it was his life's work. "There are just a few more pieces, and we're kind of worried we're missing--"

"Do you think this is an important piece?" You leaned down and reached under the bed to pull out a small Lego that caught your eye with a flicker of light at just the right angle. Standing up, you held the piece up to Peter, who promptly (yet gently) set the Death Star down and snatched it from your hand.

"Oh. My. Gosh. I gotta call Ned," he burst out. "We've been trying to find this piece for weeks!" He quickly got Ned on the phone and chatted for just a minute before turning back to you, sitting in his desk chair with eyebrows raised at him.

"We want you to do the honors," he offered, holding out the piece with a toothy grin.

"It's not the last piece," Ned piped up on speakerphone, "that one is too special. But you've been a badass today and deserve this. Big time."

Laughing to yourself at how oddly excited you were, you took the piece and placed it exactly where Peter instructed. It fit just right and was surprisingly exhilarating for everyone involved.

"I want to be here when you get it done now that I'm a contributor," you insisted as Peter hung up his call with Ned and you left his room to get back to the project.

"Um…duh."

Without a hitch, you and your fellow Avenger got back to tackling Precalculus. You finished your project - including the extra credit - before the sun even set. Before you knew it, Happy was waiting outside with his characteristic snazzy black car.

"Well," Peter said as he opened the apartment door for you, "that was efficient."

"We make a good team, Parker," you replied as the two of you fist-bumped.

"I'll see you…later?"

"Of course, goofball," you joked, trying to ease the tension that suddenly hung in the air.

Now it was Peter's turn to ignore red flags. It was awkward, he knew that, but he didn't want it to be that way. He wanted you to be smiling that soft smile where the corners of your eyes pinched so he knew it was real. Gosh, he realized, I may have been trying to avoid her, but I was clearly paying attention. He thought about how girls would always hug each other at school - that was normal, right? Your eyes flitted from him to out the door and he knew you needed to go. You looked back to him for a second, catching your breath to say goodbye. Before you could turn around and disappear down the stairs, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you.

Your heart stopped for just a second before leaning in and wrapped your arms up around him. You had seen girls always hugging at school too, so this was normal. Right? What you weren’t fully prepared for was feeling his heart pounding in his chest as he held you against him. You exhaled completely - relaxed, warm, safe - and felt your eyes drift gently closed as you rested your chin on his shoulder. It was as if any tension you didn’t even know existed melted away in that moment and Peter reveled in it. He barely knew you, but as his own eyes pressed closed and he held you close, he knew this was how it was supposed to be.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Your phone lit up in your pocket and reminded you the real world existed. Pulling away just enough, you whipped it out and read the message, holding your phone between you and him. His nose was level with your forehead; the two of you still stood close enough that only the phone separated you from each other.

Happy Hogan: Are you coming?

Peter could read the text upside-down and his heart sank as your time was up. It was a weird feeling; he knew he'd see you again in two days but for some reason that felt too long. Both of you were still reeling from the hug - yes, the hug - so simple and innocent yet it felt just...right. Both of you fought grins trying to widen across your faces as you didn't want to be too eager. Both of your eyes danced around the room, down to their shoes, and briefly to each other's eyes, unsure of what to do now.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

"I…I have to go…" you whispered, gaze down but gradually finding its way to meet Peter's as you stared up through your eyelashes. Peter wasn't much taller than you, but it was just enough that with your chin down as it was now, you looked up at him with huge eyes that he believed held the world. He nodded. "Bye, Pete."

"Bye, Y/N," he echoed, holding the door as he watched you slip out and walk toward the stairs. You looked back halfway down the hall, still walking, but waving back at Peter, both of you still struggling to keep smiles off your faces as the corners of your lips twitched up. You made your way down the stairs and met Happy, who held the car door open for you and closed it behind you before getting in the front seat.

"Hey, kid," he asked, noticing your distant stare in the rear-view mirror. "You good?"

"Yeah," you answered, meeting his reflection before looking back out the window at the city. “Really good, actually. Thanks, Happy." As you drove through the city and back out toward the compound, you re-traced the events of the day in your head, trying to determine if it had all been a dream or if it was really reality for the second time that week.

As soon as you disappeared down the stairs, Peter closed the door and stood just inside his apartment with everything still pounding. He instinctually leaned his back up against the inside of the door as he pulled his phone out and scrolled through his contacts, then slid down until he was sitting on the floor while the phone rang.

"Ned?" he asked as soon as his friend picked up, "I'm in trouble."

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I ended up playing KH3 for far, far too long yesterday and got through three Disney worlds + Twilight Town, thought I’d post some thoughts while they’re still fresh! Mostly broad strokes but spoilers under the cut.

For better or worse the game really hasn’t been too hard considering I’m playing on hard. The only time I’ve come close to dying was an early boss before I had cure, and that was because I forgot to equip more potions. Doesn’t bother me though, I’m glad it’s not as punishing as early critical mode BBS was.

The most exciting thing for me in this game was seeing the original traveling trio finally reunited. Sora, Donald and Goofy’s relationships in this game really highlight everything I love about them. They’re constantly riffing on each other, frequently worry about each other, while a main scene is going on Sora and Donald are messing around in the background. I love how open they’ve been about how much their friendship means to them, it’s been 14 years since they last ventured together and they feel closer than ever. I’ve and smiled so much while just watching them do their thing.

I’ve also taken an absurd amount of pictures with them.

Absolutely love how lively everything feels, the dialogue is snappier, there’s citizens in all the towns talking to each other, the animations aren’t limited by PS2 engine graphics. The cutscenes seem to generally have music tailored specifically to the scenes now, which is great. Im excited for the OST down the road.

Hercules

The fact that Olympus has been in every KH game and that this map is still bigger than all of the others combined is baffling, even when you consider Olympus is generally the smallest world anyway.

Herc thinks that the best way to save a child from a fire is to throw a gigantic statue at her.

The whole point of coming here is that Sora has lost all his powers and yet he inexplicably has the power to summon any ride at Disneyland at will. “We have to protect the world order!“ Donald says as I summon Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters in front of Hercules.

I didn’t think we’d get to spend so much time in the land of the Gods, pretty cool!

I’ve been really looking forward to finally fighting all four of the titans, fighting three at once was really unexpected!

Sora, Donald and Goofy are finally heroes!!

Twilight Town

Everyone acts like it was just yesterday that Sora was in Twilight Town but it was apparently long enough for Scrooge McDuck to entirely renovate part of the town and build a new restaurant so what’s the truth, Pence??

Hayner, Pence and Olette are the kind of kids that get told “Replicas of you were friends with this one kid, can you help us look for him?” and they’re just like yeah sure, that sounds fun. What good kids.

Why are all three of them wearing plaid too though. What did Yen Sid tell them?

Toy Story

The most unrealistic thing about the entire game so far is that Andy plays Final Fantasy.

Andy must live in New York or something because this toy store is absurdly huge! There’s also not a Buzz Lightyear section so I guess his franchise was in between seasons.

Buzz and Woody’s roles felt a little reversed? I’d expect Woody would be the one that would want to wait home for Andy and Buzz be the one that would want to go looking for answers and would trust Sora and the others more. But the story was overseen by people at Pixar so... what do I know, I guess?

The Org.13′s plan for this world is kind of a huge stretch.

Buzz: “What if I become controlled too?“ Woody: “That would never happen.” Narrator voice: And then it happened.

Repltilus Maximus!!!!!

They missed a prime opportunity to end the Toy Box world with “You’ve got a friend in us“ because everyone was caught up in talking about hearts instead...

Tangled

So far I feel like this one would be the most incomprehensible if you went into the world not knowing anything about Tangled, they omitted a lot and the movie characters suddenly know things that were omitted with no warning. They didn’t even explain Rapunzel’s hair until the tail end of the world! But it’s not exactly a mark against the world since who doesn’t know anything about Tangled, really.

I do like how they handled this world though, instead of following the movie exactly we got to see a lot of small moments with Rapunzel marveling at the outside. Her friendship was Sora was great, liked that he related to her wanting to see the outside world.

Love how Rapunzel spends absolute ages both agonizing and rejoicing over her choice to go outside while Sora and the others watch on before realizing "Wait, there are strangers here”.

I don’t know how much I actually trust SDG’s decision to let Rapunzel fight but honestly, going from a complete hermit to being willing and able to fight monsters in the span of a few hours? Good on you Rapunzel.

I’m pretty sure it was in this world that someone referred to the trio as ‘Sora, Goofy and Donald‘ in that order and it shook me to the core.

Marluxia waited until Mother Gothel was literally dead and disintegrated before deciding ‘Maybe leaving Rapunzel with her is actually a bad idea, better get rid of her‘ sure was uh. Hm.

Visually this is the world that impressed me the most so far, I can’t believe how close some of the shots look to the movie, especially near the end!

Flynn’s death was legitimately as sad as it was in the movie but I grinned like an idiot when Goofy comforted a choked up Sora because that was heckin adorable.

Also heckin adorable was Sora dancing at the festival. He was having so much fun that I enjoyed it myself even though I was awful at the minigame.

And it looks like Rapunzel permanently leaves your party after the end of the story. Kind of a bummer as I like having various party members in the Lucky Emblem shots and I think I only got a couple, if any.

#KH3 spoilers #KHIII spoilers #Kingdom Contemplations

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Where Have You Been All My Life? - Part 1 - Dad!Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Dad!Stiles Stilinski/Reader AU

Word Count: 9,945

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (Both Receiving), Public Oral, Edging, Orgasm Denial (kind of?)

Notes: Part 1 of 2 for Dad!Stiles. Because I legit am sitting at a total of 17.5K and have more to write. Sooooooo you get two parts. If you know the movie Bad Moms, that is the inspiration for this. So, it might have like... hints of cheating but they are getting divorced. So, I think we good?

@thelittlestkitsune and @savage-stilinski are the best and kept me company while I wrote. And they proofread while they went for me. Because I make lots of mistakes!

Part 2

You sat at the kitchen bar, the mug of coffee in the yours spewing wisps of steam from the brown liquid. Your eyes stared into the contents, watching the ripples from the small movements. Your fingers ran along the ceramic, unable to focus on any one particular thing.

All you could remember were the events of the night before.

“You’re serious right now?” you growled at the man following your every step, your voice low to keep from waking your daughter.

“I don’t see the big issue,” he claimed, fixing the band on his sweatpants. “Masturbation is a very healthy thing for guys. And it’s not like you haven’t seen me masturbate before!”

“Yeah, but not to some chick named Cheryl on the internet!” You seethed, placing the laundry basket on the floor of your shared bedroom.

“It’s really not that big a deal, honey,” he groaned, ruffling his hair.

You sighed, picking up a few pieces of loose clothing from the floor before turning to him. “How long?”

He made a face, his nose scrunching as he attempted to stutter out words. “Well, you know… just. It’s not that big a deal. Like, seriously. Just… time is very subjective you know. It hasn’t been that long.”

“The truth please.”

“A little over four months.” Your mouth fell open at the revelation that this had gone unseen under your nose for so long. All those nights that your husband disappeared into his office, he had been online with this chick some two thousand miles away.

“Four months?”

“Yes, but I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong, honey. I’m just masturbating with her. I haven’t touched her or anything. How could this be cheating? It’s just like porn!”

You threw the clothes in your hand in the basket, massaging your temples. “Maybe because you are going behind my back to masturbate with some woman personally? It’s not like porn because you are interacting with this same chick multiple times. You have been seeing her behind my back, not just watching videos of her.” You pursed your lips, tongue darting out to wet them. “Do you have feelings for her?”

“Well, you know, honey. It’s hard not to develop some feelings when masturbating together for so long.”

“Just answer the question!” You hollered, biting your lip immediately after.

The man sighed, nodding slowly. “Yes, I do. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings for you too, honey. How could I live without you or your lasagna?”

A palpable silence formed between you, the air so thick that it could be cut with a knife. If someone dropped a pin across town, you would probably hear it. The man before you opened his mouth to say more, but you cut him off. “Get out.”

His brow furrowed at your words. “What?”

“I said get out of my house.”

“You can’t just kick me out of my house like that, Y/N. That isn’t fair. I’ve done nothing wrong! You can’t kick me out because I was masturbating with some awesome chick online because you’re the cause of this! We haven’t had sex in how long? Or giving me a blowjob even?”

“Three years, and for good reason obviously. You’re a fucking asshole. Maybe I would be more willing to be intimate if you tried. I do everything around here and do I ever get something in return? Nope. I think not,” you told him, throwing a shirt at his head. “And I can kick you out. The house is in my name. So, it’s technically mine.”

“You’re seriously doing this right now?” He grumbled, sliding the shirt on his head. “Can’t we just fuck and make up?”

“Oh my God. Just please, get out, Joe.”

Your husband rolled his eyes, mumbling under his breath, “So unfair,” before he left, slamming the door on the way out. You peeked out the window to watch his car back from the driveway, tires screeching as he barreled down the street. The second he rounded the corner at the end of the road, your body collapsed, tears dripping from your eyes, landing on the carpet beneath you.

“How did it come to this?” You asked yourself, finally lifting the mug to your lips, taking a long sip. The beverage had gone luke warm as you had lost yourself in your thoughts, the liquid rushing down your throat doing anything but warm your soul. You left out another sigh, refusing to cry more.

“Morning, mommy,” you daughter, Julia, greeted with a yawn, stumbling into the kitchen dressed and ready for school. She rubbed at her tired eyes, her glasses pushed up onto her forehead.

“Morning, sweetheart,” you hummed, wrapping your arm around the eight-year-old girl as she drifted to your side. She struggled to push herself onto the barstool, pulling her plate of food that you made her towards her small frame. As she munched on a piece of bacon, you pushed some of her hair from her face, giving her a smile. “Are you ready for your first t-ball practice after school?”

She nodded, almost waking up entirely at the mention of it. “Yes! Me and Cici are going to dominate the team!”

“Dominate, eh?” You laughed. “Have you been reading the dictionary before bed?”

“Maybe,” she giggled.

“You’re a dork,” you told her. Your smile fell, the lump in your throat growing. “I have to tell you something, baby.”

Her eyes drifted to yours, tilting her head in question. “What?”

“Your daddy had to go away on a business trip,” you told her, turning to look back at your cold cup of coffee. “There’s no telling how long he will be gone. So, we will make the best of things, just the two of us. Alright?”

“Whatever you say, mommy,” she said, biting at her bacon once more.

As you trudged out the door and into the car to take the young girl to school, you sighed. You hated lying to her, but you didn’t want to see the look on her face if she knew her parents would be getting divorced most likely. You knew it would break her little heart and that was the last thing she needed right now.

You parked along the curb in front of the school, rounding the car to help the young girl out. You handed her the Marvel backpack she insisted on having with the matching lunch box, giving her a short hug. “Did you need me to walk you in?”

“No, I can do it,” she reassured.

“Alright, baby,” you said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I will be waiting out here to pick you up for your practice. Have a good day at school, love bug.”

“Don’t be embarrassing, mommy,” she laughed, kissing your cheek. “I love you.”

She sauntered off, catching up with a few of her friends on the way in. You gave a short wave in response, shaking your head. “They grow up so fast.”

“Hey pretty lady,” your friend, Lau, said, walking over with her arms crossed over her chest. Her gorgeous red locks bounced with her step, he backside pressed to your car as she leant beside you. “You see down this morning. What’s wrong, sugarplum?”

“Long story,” you hummed. “Where are your boys?”

“Stu is walking Luke into school. They couldn’t stop talking about the new Star Wars that is in theaters. They saw it for the third time last night.”

“They are nerds. I swear,” you laughed. You tilted your head, finding the third member of your female trio waving off her son, Stephen, as he walked into the school. “There’s Camile. Cami! Over here!”

Her eyes lit up as she rushed over to you both, her curly hair pulled back into a bun to keep it out of her face. “Good morning! How is everyone today?”

You opened your mouth to answer but was cut off by Lau. “I’m great, but someone amongst us is keeping secrets.” Both of their eyes fell to you, the frown on your face growing. “Come on. Spill. What’s going on?”

“Can we not do this here please?” You asked.

“Fine. How about over brunch? For once, we all have today off,” Camile proposed. “We have free time till after the kids get out of school.”

“Yeah. That works,” you told them.

Lau’s eyes narrowed on something behind you, her lips curling into a sly grin. “Don’t look now, but here comes the hot widower.” You and Camile turned to see what she meant, your eyes widening at the sight.

Stiles Stilinski was walking down the street, sunglass hanging from his white undershirt. The red plaid shirt he wore blew in the breeze, his ruffled, messy hair swaying with each step forward he took. His signature smile lit up the air around him. The small black backpack hung from his shoulder, the familiar imprint of Star Wars on the front. His hand was grasped tightly around his daughter’s hand, her smile and eyes matching that of her father. In his other hand rested on the back of the carrier he wore with the barely six month old baby in it, his tiny hands holding onto Stiles’ shirt.

You let out an inaudible sigh as you watched the man. You had such brief interactions with him, and you knew it was wrong to hold a tiny crush on him. You had been good friends with his late wife before she passed away shortly after giving birth to their son. It probably didn’t help either that his daughter was Julia’s best friend. But since the second he introduced himself, you couldn’t stop the small blush that would form on your cheeks or the butterflies that fluttered inside you from the short words you shared with each other. He was a caring, spastic young man that had many cruel things happen in his life, but he never stopped smiling. You tried your best to push the feelings down, but they always seemed to resurface more than ever whenever he walked by.

“Don’t look now, but he’s coming over here,” Camile whispered. Once the words left her mouth, your eyes widened, breath quickening. You were afraid to know what you would feel for the single man not that your husband wasn’t in the picture. “He’s right there, guys.”

“Good morning, ladies,” Stiles greeted as he stopped in front of you all, his eyes running over each form before stopping on you. “I was hoping to catch you this morning, Y/N.”

“Me?” You asked, slightly dumbfounded.

“Yeah. Cici had a question for you,” he chuckled, looking down at the brunette girl. The girl slid slightly behind her father, her honey eyes staring up at you. “Come on, honey. Y/N won’t bite. You know that.”

You smiled at the small girl, crouching to her level. “What did you need, sweetie?”

She opened her mouth once before closing it, her brow furrowing. “I was wondering if you could take me to t-ball practice after school. Daddy has to take Ben to the doctor and can’t pick me up.”

“Of course, sweetie. I would love to help you out. I can’t deny you and Julia your practice,” you told her. She gave a shy smile, mumbling a small thanks. You stood up to face Stiles, his face relieved. “Do you have her stuff?”

Stiles blinked for a second, gaping like a fish a few times before his neck and face turned a bright red. “I think I forgot it on the table. Shit.”

“Language, daddy.”

“I meant shoot. This is just perfect.”

“It’s fine, Stiles,” you laughed. “I’m off work today. And we were just planning to get brunch. So maybe I can swing by and grab her stuff before I head out with the girls.”

“That would be perfect actually,” he said, relaxing slightly. “I’m sorry. I messed this up so bad.”

“It’s fine. Accidents happen, Stilinski,” you grinned. “I will meet you back at your house in less than a half hour?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” he grinned.

“Awesome,” you said in return, looking back at at the young girl clasping her dad’s hand and the baby asleep against his chest. “They’re adorable, Stiles. You know that right?”

“Yeah,” he smiled sadly. “But they definitely get my genes. I’m just an awkward turtle.”

“Well, I think you’re perfectly handsome as well,” you stated quickly, flushing once you said it. Lau and Camile were stifling their laughs behind you, knowing how flustered you were getting. “I-I mean…”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he chuckled. Raising one hand, he turned to walk off. “I will see you in a bit.”

When he was out of earshot, the two girls squealed in each of your ears, shaking you back and forth. “You totally like him,” Camile said.

“And he likes you,” Lau mentioned afterwards. “But what about Joe?”

You bit at your lip, pulling your keys from your pocket. “That’s what I will tell you guys about at brunch. Meet at the usual?”

“Diego’s Cafe?” Camile offered. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. They have the best mimosas!”

“Oh yeah they do! But I will see you guys there. Let me drop off Stu first,” she mentioned as the darked haired man walked over, his eyes glued to his phone, probably on some email from his tech company. Lau waved as she took her husband’s hand, walking off.

“Don’t take too long with Stiles,” Camile hinted, nudging your side once before walking back to her car.You sighed, getting into your own car, leaning back in the seat in thought. You ran a hand through your hair once, letting out a long sigh before finally starting the engine and driving off.

You wound up at Stiles’ house shortly after he arrived, the man standing at his door unlocking it. He stopped when he heard your engine die, his stoic face lighting up. “Hey, Y/N! Nice timing,” he joked, pushing the door open as you walked up. “Come on in.”

You followed the man into his house, watching him kick off his shoes in the doorway. His police badge sat on the table next to his keys, slightly dusty from his time off work to get his life in order. You followed the man silently further into the house. “It’s been awhile,” you mumbled to yourself.

“It has,” he responded, catching you off guard. “You haven’t been over since she passed away. And I don’t blame you at all.”

“Stiles,” you frowned.

“It’s fine. Really it is,” he reassured you. “You were her friend. With her gone, you had no reason to come by except to pick up or drop off Julia for playdates with Cici.” He gave a gentle smile. “We make do. I promise.”

“I should have checked up on you more though,” you frowned.

“Don’t start that now,” he playfully glared. The baby against his chest let out a smile whimper before breaking into full tears, squirming in his father’s arms. Stiles’ face fell, looking down at the boy. “Aw, don’t cry Ben. No crying.”

“Here, let me,” you whispered, walking over and lifting the small boy from the carrier. Your fingers brushed against Stiles’ chest as you took the baby, his pecs clenching from the slight touch. You cradled the baby in your arms, rocking and bouncing him to ease his whimpers. “Go ahead and grab Cici’s stuff and I will take care of this little one.”

“Are you sure?” He asked hesitantly.

“I’m a mom, Stiles. I can take care of a baby,” you laughed. He let out a small laugh before removing the carrier from his chest and wandering around the house in search of his daughter’s stuff. You watched the spastic man run through the house, groaning when he couldn’t find the bag of stuff. The baby in your arms cried for a while before finally settling down, his honey eyes staring up at you. His tiny hand kept grabbing at your blouse, tugging at it for attention. You giggled at his actions, cooing at him. “What do you think you’re doing, cutie pie?”

“He likes you,” Stiles laughed when he walked back into the living room with a bag in hand. “You’re lucky. He actually hates like… everyone but me and my family.”

“Well, I feel special then,” you laughed, lifting the baby in the air. “Do you like me, Benny? Am I your friend now?” The baby let out a squealing laugh, clapping his hands together. “You’re such a good boy for your daddy, aren’t you?”

“He thinks,” Stiles laughed, taking the baby from you and placing him in his playpen. “I’m sure he will grow up to have my mischievous side.”

“Lord help us all,” you laughed at him. “You really are a great dad, Stiles.”

“I can always hope that’s true,” he sighed, picking up a small lamb stuffed animal and waving it for his son to see. “I always feel like I’m… messing up. Not having Abigail around has really been hard. Cici doesn’t have a mom anymore and I know she puts on a front to make it seem like it doesn’t bother her. And Ben won’t ever know his mom. All he will know is his lame ass dad.”

“Stiles,” you frowned, pulling him from the playpen. You wrapped your arms around his waist, placing your head on his chest. His chin rested on your head, his leanly muscular arms wrapping around your body. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears, short sniffles resounding around the room. “You’re doing great. Cici is a strong girl and she will grow up to be a fine young woman. It’ll be hard on her but she has you there to support everything she does. And you aren’t a lame ass dad. You are a cool dad and Ben will know that growing up because you will do everything in your power to be there for him.”

Stiles chuckled, his chest rumbling with the noise. “How do you do that?” He asked.

“Do what?”

“Say the right things to cheer me up,” he laughed. “You did it too after Abi passed. You said that she would always be watching over us, protecting us. And it helped. A lot.” He sighed, his arms squeezing you tighter. “Your husband sure is a lucky man.”

You frown wasn’t visible luckily and you had to fight to keep your voice from cracking. “Yeah…”

He pulled away, wiping at his eyes a few times before digging his phone from his dark jeans. “You know, I don’t think I have your number. Abi was always the one to get a hold of you for things so I never thought to get it. It might be helpful to have it so I can get in touch with you whenever we need to.”

“Oh, right,” you said, taking his phone. You smiled at the picture of him and his daughter as his lock screen, swiping to unlock it. The home screen was of Ben resting on his chest, the man looking down lovingly at his child. It was the most adorable thing in the world. Typing in your number, you sent yourself a quick message to get his number before handing him back the device. “I will take care of Cici with the practice. Just text me if you need anything.”

“I will,” he said, licking his lips. His forehead scrunched slightly, nibbling on his lip in thought. “Would um… would your husband get mad if I texted you more often maybe? Just as friends of course! I’m not looking to ruin your marriage, I swear. Just… a friend would be nice to help get through this single parent stuff.”

You gaped at him before quickly shaking your head. “No! I mean… no, he wouldn’t care. Joe grew up with a single parent, so I’m sure he would understand wanting someone there just to talk to. It’s not an easy situation.” You didn’t feel right spilling what had happened the night before, so lying seemed to be the best answer. “I know you wouldn’t intentionally ruin my marriage, Stiles. But just know that I am always here for you.”

“I appreciate that,” he said, handing you the bag. “I’m glad I have you as a friend.”

Friend. The word stung slightly, and you weren’t sure if it was because of your crush on the man that seemed to grow like a parasite the longer you stood in his presence or because of the potential divorce you were facing. “Yeah. Friends.” You turned to look down at the small child sitting on the pen looking up at you. You wiggled your fingers at him, listening to his cute laughter. “Bye bye, Benny. I will see you around, alright?”

Stiles walked you to the door, opening it for you like a gentleman. “Thanks again. For everything.”

“Stop thanking me. I’m happy to help.”

“Right,” he muttered. He hesitated for a second before leaning forward, placing his soft lips to your cheek. His cheeks were red when he backed away. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah. Bye Stiles,” you managed to get out, slipping out the door. You rushed across his lawn to your car, missing the click of the door behind you. Throwing yourself in the car, your hands covered your face, letting out a small squeal. “Oh my god, did that just happen?”

You sipped at the mimosa, Camile and Lau ordering their meals. When the waiter walked off, they turned towards you. “Spill, girly,” Lau said.

You twirled the glass in your hand, watching the yellow-orange liquid swish in the glass. “How hard is it to raise Stephen by yourself for the most part, Cami?”

Camile’s face scrunched up, leaning her elbow on the table. “I don’t know. He’s a good kid. And he gets that his dad works a hard job and can’t be around very often. There are times that he’s difficult, but we make it work. And when Mitch is around, he makes the time to spend time with his son. Sure, it’s not ideal, but it’s fine I guess. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” you mumbled.

“You’re so full of shit,” Lau mumbled. “What did Joe do?”

“What makes you think he did something?” You asked, both girls giving you an unimpressed look. You let out a loud groan, massaging your face. “Last night, I walked into his office while I was cleaning to find him masturbating with some chick online. And apparently it’s been going on for like four months, if he told me the truth. But he apparently he has feelings for her and shit. And it’s just been a wreck because he doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong.”

“Well, fuck him,” Camile said.

“Did he say why he did it?” Lau asked.

“He said it was my fault because we haven’t had sex in three years. But how is it my fault when I do everything for us? Can he blame me for being tired at the end of the day?”

“No,” Lau said. “He can’t give you shit for that. He should be there to support you. And just because you aren’t having sex doesn’t mean he should go wank to some rando online.”

“Agreed,” Camile said. “It’s not your fault that he couldn’t keep it in his pants.” She sipped her drink before continuing. “But what’s going to happen between you guys?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “I kicked him out and haven’t heard from him since. But I’m pretty sure this is the end between us. I’m pretty sure out marriage has been dead for a while now. The passion we had when we first got together just isn’t there. And I can only do so much to keep that passion alive when he isn’t reciprocating it. We’ve tried therapy and it helps a little, but the changes never seem to stick.”

“Maybe it’s time to move on,” Lau said, nudging you side. You gave her a confused look only for Camile to finish for her.

“Stiles, babe. He totally has the hots for you.”

“No, he doesn’t,” you blushed. “And even if he does, I can’t make a move right now. I’m still married technically and he’s still coming out of Abs passing away. We have our kids to worry about. I haven’t even told Julia about what happened since I don’t know what’s going to happen. It would end badly for us both.”

“You don’t have to rush into anything,” Camile said. “And you said yourself that it’s probably over anyway. So, things can always happen. It wouldn’t hurt to start talking to him at least.”

“And think of it this way,” Lau said. “He’s hot. There’s no down side here.”

“Seriously?” You laughed. The girls laughed with you, shaking their heads. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I got his phone number earlier, huh?”

Cue loud screeches and hugging in the middle of the cafe, the waiters giving you all weird looks.

You sat on your bed, staring at your closet. Julia was hanging out with Stephen and Luke, the trio of children having a Marvel vs DC marathon. Stuart and Mitch agreed to watch the rascals so the girls could take you out to clear your mind. When you had called them that morning in tears, a stack of divorce papers on your lap, they deemed it necessary to take you out. You knew they would be over soon to head to the bar, but you weren’t sure what to wear.

Something mom-ish? You asked yourself, moving to pick up a rose pink dress, holding it to your body. You made a disgusted face at yourself, tossing the dress aside. Maybe just something comfy? You pushed through the rack of clothes, unable to find anything. “I literally have nothing.”

“Sure you do,” Lau said, pushing the door open, the skin-tight green dress clinging to her frame. The spare key to your house swung on her finger a few times, grinning widely. “No need to fear. The cavalry's here!”

Camile pushed her aside, flopping back on the bed. Her purple tank top hugger her torso, black skinny jeans covering her legs with a pair of black heels on her feet. “You have got to own something sexy. I know we have bought you sexy stuff before.”

“Yeah, but Joe never liked me wearing them,” you groaned. “Either he made me toss things he didn’t like or I outgrew them when I had Julia.”

“Pssh. There is bound to be something in this closet. Move aside and let the master work! You worry about getting undressed so as soon as I find the perfect thing, you can put it on,” Lau said, moving you to dig through the hung up clothes. She pushed each article aside, her eyes lighting up at the item she found hidden in the back of the closet. “I see something tiny and black and honestly, me likey!”

“Oh god, no!” You hollered at her, tossing your shirt in the bin and trudging over to your friend in just your bra. That was like… my Halloween costume before I was pregnant! I wouldn’t be able to fit in that even if I tried.”

“Please,” Camile groaned. “You look even better now than your did when we were younger. Pregnancy did you good. You’re that one percent.”

“Lies,” you grumbled at her. “I put on so much weight after I had Julia.” The girls sent you short glares. “Fine! I will try it on! But it won’t fit! Now should I wear it to the bar.”

“Please,” Lau laughed. “You will look bomb as fuck. Plus, all girls should own a lbd.”

“Lbd?” You questioned.

“Little black dress! Get with the times and get dressed. The uber will be here in two minutes,” Camile joked.

You quickly threw on the black dress, smoothing out the fabric as much as you could. The dress ended at your mid thigh, the skirt flaring out. The thin straps rested upon your shoulders, the bodice hugging your torso perfectly. You were surprised you slid into the fabric as easy as you did. You spun a few times in front of the mirror, your hands resting on your stomach a bit. “I look horrible.”

“Are you mental?” Lau asked. “You look brilliant.”

“All the guys will want a piece of that ass,” Camile followed.

“I’m not looking for a hook up though,” you bluntly stated.

“Unless it was Stiles,” Camile continued, Stiles’ name coming out in a sing-song tone.

“No,” you grumbled.

“You’re the one that has been texting him nonstop for the past two weeks!” She belted. And she wasn’t lying. Two weeks without your husband meant two weeks that you were able to text the single man of your dreams. They weren’t flirty texts - or at least, you didn’t think they were. Just a bunch of ‘hey’, ‘how you doing?’, and random small conversations you would break into. There would be some small times that he would call you up during the day, asking if you’d like to come over for lunch and some time with baby Ben, which you never failed to accept instantly.

Needless to say, you were falling hard for the man.

“And you noticed too that you’ve stopped wearing your wedding ring,” Lau pointed out. You glanced down at your right hand, your finger bare of the diamond ring. “I know you just got the divorce papers today, but you stopped wearing it a while ago.”

“That’s not because of anything in particular,” you told them. “It just didn’t feel right to wear anymore.”

“Well, that’s nothing to worry about now,” Camile huffed, jumping off the bed. “Uber. Now. Drinks. Now. Drunk dancing. Now. This is the only time we don’t have the kids so let’s use the opportunity while we can.”

“Amen sista!” Lau laughed, pulling everyone out of the house, you fumbling to put your heels on on the way out the door.

You arrived at a local bar not thirty minutes later, the three of you making your way instantly to the bar. Lau ordered a few rounds of shots as well at martinis for everyone. Shoving a shot in everyone’s direction, she held hers up to the dim light.

“To new starts!” she cheered. You and Camile laughed, holding yours up as well. With a echoed cheer, you all downed the bitter liquid, shaking your head at the taste. “One more!”

“You’re going to kill me tonight,” you groaned.

“You love us,” Camile grinned, handing you the shot glass.

Drink after drink was washed down your throat, the girls flooding your system with multiple varieties of alcoholic substance. Your mind was buzzed before you knew what hit you, laughter befalling your lips at the simplest things. You dragged the girls to the dance floor to dance to a few songs before returning to your spot at the bar, the bartender already placing new drinks down for you. You silently were thankful at that time that Camile’s husband, Mitch, was wealthy with the government.

And to your surprise, multiple guys had walked up to you, attempting to make conversation before wandering away when you showed zero interest. Both of your friends nudged your sides, telling you how the guys were flirting, but you didn’t care to listen.

The guys attempting to talk to you weren’t anything compared to the one on your mind, even in this fuzzy state.

“Ugh,” you groaned, leaning on the bar. “I forgot how it feels to go out and enjoy a night to myself.”

“I know,” Lau groaned happily. “It’s been so long since we’ve been able to get away from the kids. And you had it worse than us. Joe never gave two shits if you could get away. You have done everything for Julia. So for once, it’s nice that you could get out.”

“Have you told her yet?” Camile asked.

“No,” you replied, circling your finger on the rim of the martini glass. “I really should though. But how do you tell your daughter that your parents are getting divorced?”

“It’s probably best to just tell her,” Lau told you. “But, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

“I hope.”

You felt a tap on your shoulder, turning slightly in your seat to look at the person interrupting your girl time. Your eyes met the familiar honey ones you had come to adore over the weeks, our heart jumping in your chest. “Hey Y/N. I thought that was you.”

“Stiles! Hey,” you started, sliding off the seat to give him a proper hug. “What are you… what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home with your kids?”

“Hey! I’m allowed to get out once in a while!” he laughed. “My stepmom took the kids for the night. She likes to take them from me and spoil them. I will get them back from her in the morning and Cici will probably be hyped up on sugar or something, having not slept. Ben might be alright. But enough about me. What about you? What brings you out tonight?”

“Oh you know,” you mumbled, turning to Lau and Camile who were giving you small thumbs ups. “Just having a well deserved girl’s night.”

“Wow, cool. So your husband is at home with Julia? That’s nice to see for once. I never see him around when Julia is doing practice or school activities. Always you,” he said. “You deserve to get out for the night.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, licking your lips. “Actually, he’s um…” you paused for a second, a lump in your throat. For two weeks, you hadn’t said a word. But the papers on your kitchen table egged on in your mind and the words slipped out anyway. “He’s not really in the picture anymore.”

“Oh my God,” Stiles frowned, his hand resting on your arm. “Wow. I didn’t even know. I’m so sorry.” He rubbed his face a bit, his chin neatly shaven. “I don’t even know where to start or what to say. Are you alright?”

“It’s been hard but I’m surviving,” you told him. “I can’t say I haven’t been happier since he left but the divorce papers on my table kind of hit home this morning.”

“I’m so sorry. How long has he been gone?”

You drummed your fingers on the bar a few times before answering. “Two weeks.”

“But we…”

“Yeah,” you hummed. “I’m sorry I never mentioned it. “I thought it would be weird if I mentioned that I had just caught my husband cheating on me, kicked him out and was potentially getting a divorce. Now that I have the papers, I guess it’s easier to admit.”

“Aw, Y/N. You don’t need to apologize at all. I just wish I knew sooner so I could help you through it more. You’ve been here lately helping me with my own problems but you’ve had yours. I feel like a shitty person for not helping more.” He bit his lip slightly, sideways glancing at the bar. “But, I am glad I ran into you tonight. Can I buy you a drink maybe? And maybe we can chat for a bit?”

“Well, I mean…” you glanced back at the girls who were sliding off their chairs.

“We were just going for a dance!” Camile said. “We’ll see you in a bit!”

“It was nice seeing you Stiles!” Lau laughed, the two girls scampering away quickly. You glared after them, bitterly thinking, Those bastards.

Stiles ordered you both drinks, the pair of you moving to a small couch in the corner to chat. He sipped at his beer a bit before leaning back into the plush couch, eying your form. “So, did I mention that you look amazing tonight?”

You blushed, looking down at the drink in your hand. “I don’t look that good.”

“Seriously?” he laughed. “You look amazing, Y/N. It’s different than your normal outfits but you look beautiful.”

“Well, thanks,” you said, tucking hair behind your ear.

Stiles chuckled at your flushed face, placing his beer on the table. “So, can I give a little confession?”

“Of course,” you hummed.

“Alright. Don’t freak out on me,” he joked. “I was hanging out with Stuart the one day and we were chatting about our kids and Star Wars because surprisingly, they all have Star Wars related names.”

You cut him off before he could continue. “No way. I knew that Luke was because Lau was pissed when Stuart named him Luke just so he could say ‘Luke, I am your father,” even if that’s not the right quote. But your babies? Really?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Liar. You’re a filthy liar.”

“I am not!” He said. “Ben’s name is Ben Kenobi Stilinski. I know Abi would have hated it but I has that perfect ring to it. And he already has it better than I did growing up. Ben Kenobi is better than being cursed with a name like mine. Unpronounceable and misspelled way too often.”

“Really? I knew Stiles was a nickname, but I didn’t know it was that bad for you,” you hummed. “I’m sure you’re over exaggerating.”

“You try living with the name Mieczyslaw Stilinski then,” he laughed. Your nose scrunched, tongue sticking out slightly.

“Ok, I lied. That’s bad,” you grimaced jokingly. Stiles shoved your arm, shaking his head. “What about Cici then? As far as I’m away, there are no Cici’s in Star Wars.”

“Her middle name, actually,” he laughed. His face fell for a second as he glanced up at the ceiling. “Did you know Cici is just a nickname? Her middle name would have been her first name if I didn’t propose the name I did.” Your head tilted in question. “We named her after my mom. My mom passed away when I was eight, so it seemed like a perfect homage to her. So her full name is Claudia Leia Stilinski.”

“That’s beautiful,” you muttered in awe, the name ringing through your ears.

“It really is. But she chose to go by Cici for short because she sometimes hates the fact that she will never get to meet her grandma outside of the cemetery.”

“Wow,” you said, slightly wiping at your eyes to avoid ruining your makeup. “That’s rough. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine. She decided this when she was three and it kind of just stuck. She’s gotten better over the years. She used to hate going to visit grandma and now she’s always willing because she can share so many things with her and mommy.”

“Cici really is a strong girl,” you told him.

“I got lucky,” he laughed. “Enough about that. Back to my confession!” he readjusted in his seat, sliding a bit closer to your side. “So, as we were talking, I may have asked a bit about you. This was just after we started talking more and I was trying to get a little insight on how to actually approach you. I didn’t want to seem weird like I normally am.”

“You asked about me?” you repeated, dumbfounded.

Stiles chuckled, running his hand through his hair. “Well, yeah. That’s where the confession comes in.” He took a deep breath, nose flaring slightly. “I’ve always kind of had a thing for you.”

“What?!” You hollered, breaking into a laugh.

“Oh, come on! I thought you knew that!” Stiles chuckled. “Of all of the moms at the school, you are my favorite. Even when I was with Abi, I hate to say it, I had the tiniest crush on you.”

“No way.”

“Yes!” he chuckled. “You do so much for your daughter and Cici and even Luke and Stephen. I’ve seen you do everything for them. You support them. You don’t force them to do anything. It’s always Julia’s decision to do what she does like the T-ball team or that time she decided to take up piano?”

“Oh God,” you grumbled, hiding your face in your hands. “I remember that!”

“Yeah. But that was her call.” He licked his lips, leaning forward onto his knees. “I think the best thing is that you raised her right. She’s such a great kid. She’s nice and polite. And I can say that because she’s my daughter’s best friend. I am harder on that aspect because I want good kids around Cici. I don’t have to worry with Julia. And you know, you make me look bad.”

“What?” you laughed. “Why?”

“Cici gives me so much shit about the lunches you make for Julia. Always asks why I can’t do that for her.” You both let out loud laughs, Stiles’ arm slinging onto the back of the couch behind you. “Why do you have to make my life harder, Y/N? You’re killing me. You’re tearing me apart!”

“Did you just reference The Room?” You laughed.

“Ugh, you are so perfect,” he sighed. “Marry me please.”

“Moving a bit fast, aren’t you, Stiles?” You asked, the alcohol in your system giving you a surge of confidence. His eyes flashed a bit as he looked down at you. “Shouldn’t we kiss before you try marrying me?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, His eyes darkening slightly. “Maybe you’re right,” he mumbled. “But would that be alright? You’re still going through this divorce and I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

“You wouldn’t be rushing me if that’s what I want,” you told him, reaching out to run your fingers along his cheeks, tracing them along the constellation of moles on his jawline. “And let me just say, Stiles. What I want is you.”

“Well,” he muttered, leaning in until his lips were brushing yours slightly. “Let’s just take it slow then, shall we?”

With a short nod from you, Stiles smiled, leaning forward to connect your lips in a gentle kiss. His lips enveloped yours completely, his nose brushing yours as he pressed further against you. You allowed him to take control, your nails scraping lightly against his cheek. His own hand, large and veiny, moved to the back of your neck, threading through your locks. He used your neck to pull you closer, his lips dragging against yours as you shared tiny, open-mouth kisses.

He pulled away once for a short, ragged breath before delving in for more, stronger and sloppier than before. His tongue darted from between his lips to swipe at yours, slithering through a small gap in your lips. The tip of his tongue ran along yours, his throat swallowing the low moan you let out.your tongue attempted to play with his in return, though his always seemed to overpower it and remain in control.

His free hand moved down to your waist, giving it a short squeeze before moving to rest on your bare thigh. Your dress had ridden up to allow his fingers to press into your leg that had wrapped itself over his lap. Your lips never disconnected as your fingers slid along his jawline to the top of his shirt, playing with the hem of the black fabric.

Stiles pulled away to lick his hips, panting heavily. “Wow,” he huffed, his eyes fluttering open. Your own followed, neither of you realizing you had shut them in the midst of the pleasure. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.”

“I think I can guess,” you told him. “Because I’ve wanted that for awhile myself.”

“Really?” He asked. You gave him a smile and a nod, the man smiling wider. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be bad to continue.”

“I’d be down for that.”

Your lips met in a short kiss, the touch teasing him for more. Stiles groaned slightly, his hand sliding up your dress a bit to your ass, squeeze it through your panties. You could feel his hard on through his jeans pressing against your leg, the throbbing running from him to you. “Can I confess something else?”

You blinked at him, pulling away slightly to look at him. “What?”

“It’s not so much of a coincidence that I showed up here while you were here,” he hummed. You continued to gaze at him confused. “You may have booty texted me saying that you had come to the bar for some drinks. And some… other things.”

You blinked in wonder before it clicked. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “I think Lau was actually the one to booty text you off of my phone,” you admitted. “I lent it to her earlier because she left hers at home and she wanted to check on Stu. I didn’t think she’d sneak into my messages.”

“Oh,” he laughed. “That might make more sense then. Because what she sent… my god.”

You eyed him slightly, biting at your lip. “What exactly did she message you?”

Stiles’ eyes glinted with an overwhelming amount of mischief, almost enough to match his name. “Why don’t I show you?”

You found yourself pressed against the bathroom door minutes later, the man’s lips to yours in a fiery kiss, his fingers fumbling with the lock. Your legs wobbled in the heels and you were thankful that Stiles kept you upright, his body pressed firmly to yours. The second he got the lock in place, he was hiking up the dress to your waist, playing with the hem of your panties. Your hands attempted to undo his belt, but you were failing miserably in the blur of the kiss.

He pushed off the door, keeping you pressed to him as he swung around, dropping you on the closed toilet seat. “Are we really doing this?” You asked him, Stiles dropping to his knees between your legs. His teeth nipped at your bare stomach, inching closer to the black lace you wore.

“Are you against it?” he asked, tugging the top of your panties with his teeth, his eyes rolling up your body to meet yours. “We can stop if you’d prefer. You are still married after all. If this is too fast then we can stop.”

“I’m getting divorced and my husband is staying with the chick he masturbated with,” you hummed at him. “As far as I’m aware, I’m not married. In less than a week, I will no longer be his wife. This is just something from my wildest dreams.”

“Well, if you’re alright, let me show you a good time, baby,” he huskily said, pulling at the panties. Your response was simple: lifting your ass off of the toilet seat to allow him to remove the intruding lace. His nose flared with his deep breaths, your panties left in a pile on his side. The man pushed your legs apart, salivating at the picture perfect sight of your dripping pussy. “My god, it’s beautiful.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that,” you told him, Stiles glancing up at you. “Joe never said those things. Hell, I don’t think he really ever gave me oral. Maybe when we were younger but I think he hated the way it looked.”

“Then he’s crazy,” Stiles grumbled, licking his finger to run it through his folds. He listened to you moan quietly, grinning to himself. “Because this is delectable. Who wouldn’t love this?”

“My ex-husband.”

“That’s why he’s your ex now,” Stiles hummed, leaning forward to run his tongue through your folds in place of his finger. Your eyes shut, head falling back at the sensational feeling of his tongue lapping at your core, the tip prodding at your entrance. You moans filled the bathroom, his fingers reaching forward to tangle in his tousled hair.

His tongue, after sliding through your folds a few times, found home in your core, swirling it in circles to gather every drop of arousal you were releasing. He was surprisingly deep with just his tongue, the man having the ability to hit spots you didn’t know felt good until now. “Holy shit,” you would moan at him, following any words released with his name.

He groaned in response to anything you uttered, his tongue speeding up against you. The faint slurp of his tongue and lips smothering your core was loud, the feeling just as intense. His eyes were focused up at your face as he assaulted you with the wet article in his mouth, watching your face contort into different pleasurable looks. Your fingers would tug at his hair, pulling him into you more as if to encourage him to go faster.

He pulled away from you for a brief second only to replace his missing tongue with two fingers immediately afterwards. The two fingers automatically curled directly into your g-spot, a near scream ripped from inside you. Your free hand gripped at the toilet, your legs wrapping around his back. The heels were digging into his back, but Stiles said nothing about it. He focused on the thrusting of his fingers, his nails scraping at every sensitive inch of your pussy, and his tongue pressing to your clit to flick at the swollen nub. Your mind was blanking quickly the more he thrust into you,,

“Holy shit, Stiles,” you moaned at him, the man not bothering to look at you this time. Your back arched off the back of the toilet, scraping at his scalp with your nails. His tongue continued to flick at your clit, drawing random shapes and letters that happened to spell his name along the way. His fingers spread your core wide whenever he pulled them from inside you, scissoring your entrance when he thrust back in deep to your sweet spot.

You knew you weren’t going to last much longer, the lack of orgasm in years building inside you. Stiles could feel it too, your walls hugging at his fingers the longer he thrust. He ceased licking your clit, his hot breath fanning over it as he spoke. “Cum for me, baby. If it feels good, let go. You deserve it.”

His words made you snap, his fingers coated in waves of juices seconds later, your walls holding him close. Your fingers in his hair tightened, pulling him closer unconsciously. Your body shook as the pleasure of your orgasm washed over you, a loud moan of his name slipping from your lips multiple times. His fingers slowed to ease you through the bliss you were feeling, smiling up at your the entire time.

As he pulled his fingers from your core and licked them clean, you were smiling. He carefully pulled you up from the seat, holding you up on shaky legs. “How was that?” He asked.

“”Probably one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. And definitely the best oral I’ve had,” you admitted to him. Stiles smiled, placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I’m glad you think so. I was afraid I was out of practice,” he joked, finally releasing you when you were steady on your feet. “Let me get washed up and we should head back to the bar. Your friends might start to wonder why we disappeared.”

“Right,” you hummed at him, grabbing your panties from the floor. You heard the water running in the sink, Stiles washing his hands clean of your arousal. You watched him from the corner of your eye as you slid the moist lace onto your body, smoothing out the dress. Stiles eyes were shining in the overhead lights as you watched him, you mouth watering as you eyed his firm body.

Man does he look good. You told yourself. You watched his muscled bulge under his shirt, the black fabric hugging his biceps perfectly. The short sleeves he wore for once allowed you to see the veins that protruded from his arms, running down his forearm to his hands, equally as veiny. His dark jeans hugged his body as well, showing the tent that had formed from his own arousal. Every movement he made caused his shirt to ride up, giving you perfect view of the defined abs he had developed in his FBI training, something he had done before moving home and settling into the town police to be with his family. The six pack was covered by a trail of dark hair that ran straight into his pants, your mind only picturing what it led to. The band of his black boxer briefs poked from the top of his jeans, the familiar ‘Calvin Klein’ logo on the elastic.

You moved closer to him without realizing, Stiles placing a hand to his chest in shock when he turned to face you. “You scared the shit out of me,” he groaned. “What’s up, babe?”

“I want to return the favor,” you told him, fumbling with his belt once more, succeeded this time in unhooking the metal latch.

“Oh, Y/N. You don’t have to do that,” he tried to tell you, the crack in his voice deceiving him. He tried to back away, but his back hit the porcelain sink instead. You stepped in time with him, popping the button on his jeans and lowering the zipper. “Really, babe, you don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to,” you whispered, carefully dropping to your knees this time. You tugged his pants down, his boxer briefs stuck to the denim. His erection sprung free from its confines, almost smacking you in the face with how big and hard it was. Your jaw went slack at the sheer size of him, the length twitching in the open air. The tip was swollen and red, dribbles of precum seeping from the slit. Dark, curly hairs surrounded the base. “Holy… How is this possible?”

“How is what possible?” He asked.

“You’re so… huge. I’ve never seen something so big,” you rasped. Thinking aloud, you even told him, “I think you’re more than twice the size of Joe.”

“So you’ve never had good sex?” he quipped. “Never had a guy properly please you?”

“I’m starting to doubt my entire marriage,” you joked. You wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly a few times. Stiles let out a throaty groan, gripping at the sink to keep himself upright. More precum seeped from the tip as your stroked him casually, your mouth watering at the sight. “Seriously doubting everything.”

“I think you’re going to make me doubt mine too,” Stiles grumbled. Your tongue ran over his tip, savoring the taste of him. The man above you let out a throaty moan, eyes growing hazy. “Abi was amazing but fuck. This is fantastic.”

You hummed quietly, wrapping your lips around him completely. Stiles let out a louder groan, moving his hand to thread his fingers through your hair. He watched you stroke his shaft, relishing in the feeling of your tongue swirling around head of his cock. Your hollowed cheeks made the feeling tight, your sucking powerful around him. His precum dripped onto your tongue, the taste giving you a subtle umami flavor.

With a single tug of your hair, you mouth bobbed along his length in unison with your hand, strong every inch of him in perfect rhythm. Your tongue swirled around his shaft, running along the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. Whenever you touched the vein, Stiles would moan loudly, his shaft twitching against your cheeks. Your hold around him tightened, drawing out every drop of precum you could.

“Fuck, this is the best blow job I’ve ever had,” Stiles gasped, following his words with a breathy moan of your name. He felt your lips curl up around know, knowing you were smiling at his confession. “Keep going baby.”

Your hand released his shaft, both arms wrapping around his form to grab ahold of his plump ass. Your nails dug into his skin, your head bobbing faster than before. The tip of his cock pressed into the back of your throat, an occasional gag released from you. Your nose buried into the dark hairs around the base, lovingly sucking at the entirety of his cock. His jaw tightened, lips puckering in his chase for his release.

“Keep going, baby. I’m so close,” he panted, the knot inside of him tightening, threatening to unravel any second. Your bobs sped up, sucking strengthening, tongue running over every inch of his shaft. His chest heaved for air. You knew he was closing in on his orgasm and you were ready to swallow every drop the man had inside him.

Until his phone started ringing.

Your bobs slowed to a stop, pulling away from his cock with a single string of saliva hanging from the tip. Stiles let out a frustrated groan, running his hands against his face and through his hair. “Seriously? A guy can’t get a blow job from a beautiful girl without being interrupted?”

You dug into his pocket on the floor, pulling out his phone. “It’s Melissa?” you stated questionably.

“What?’ he spoke up quickly. He grabbed the phone from your hand, swiping the green button and pressing the device to his ear. “Hey Melissa. Is everything ok?” It went silent as he listened to whoever was on the other line, his teeth gnawing on his lip. “Really? The one night I try to get away and he doesn’t want to sleep?” Silence again. “It’s fine. It’s not your fault. I will be there as soon as I can. Try another bottle and give him his Yoda and he might stop crying.” One last gap of silence. “I know. I love you too. Thanks, Melissa.”

He hung up the phone, groaning as he helped you up. “Stepmom?” you asked.

“Yeah. Apparently Ben is being fussy tonight since I’m not there. He’s never had issues going to sleep for Melissa before but he’s having one of those nights,” he said, fixing his pants. His frown was evident, his eyes sorrowful. “I’m sorry to cut this short.”

“It’s fine, Stiles,” you told him. “I know how it is when your baby calls. Benny needs you right now. Go to him.”

“Are you sure?” Stiles asked. You giggled at his concern, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course,” you confirmed. You helped fix his hair and his clothes, pressing yourself into his chest lightly. “Maybe, we can pick this up sometime.”

“I’d like that,” he said, cracking a smile. “A lot, actually. This was the best night I’ve had in awhile.” He cupped your face in his large hand, placing a lingering kiss to your lips. “Thank you for a great night, babe. I’ll text you.”

“Yeah,” you hummed, watching him slip out the door. You glanced in the mirror, fixing yourself before following after him, the man already gone from the bar. The smile on your face was evident regardless.

You made your way to Lau and Camile, the two girls sipping on some water. Camile eyes lit up, wrapping her arms around you once you sat down. “We want all of the details. And don’t even try to tell us nothing happened.”

“We saw the kiss,” Lau hummed. “We say the hand on your thigh that went to your ass. And we saw you guys sneak off.”

“Then ironically he leaves two minutes ago right before you came from that same direction.”

“You both screamed sex.”

“Spill,” both girls said in unison.

“We didn’t have sex,” you told them. The girls’ faces fell. “But I can’t say he’s bad at oral considering I just had the best orgasm in my life.” The two girls blinked before squealing, wrapping their arms around you in a tight hug.

This man is truly amazing. Where has he been all my life?

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