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jay-and-dean · 4 years

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Same 3/4 Same names

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : AU Dean x reader, Dean x reader

Summary : Two Deans… What could go wrong ?

Serie Warnings : Smut, Angst, hurt (and jealous) Dean, hurt AU Dean, hurt reader… hurt everyone. Swearing, Alcohol. (15.13 kinda spoilers ?)

Wordcount : 3.3k

Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each. So if you want to read chapter 4, it will be edited on @roonyxx ‘s blog… TOMORROW.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

Part 1 : Same eyes

Part 2 : Different hearts

Roonyxx Masterlist

Jay’s Masterlist

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3. Same names

Y/n was curled up on one of Dean’s comfy armchairs, holding her knees against herself, warming her hands around her cup of coffee. And she was just doing nothing.

At least she looked like she was doing nothing, because in her head, she was listing her faults. One by one, hurting herself with everything she could have done better, differently or not have done at all.

She had spent nights crying over the man she loved, as he was out with some girl named Lucy or Vicky or anything, was it that bad to finally find some comfort in a man’s arms ?

Yes it was. Because that was not any man she slept with.

And as using her best friend’s double to satisfy her needs was not enough, she had hurt another Dean too. She could remember his face clearly, his voice when he said he loved her, and she was starting to understand why he knew her body even better than she did herself. How he kissed her and touched her… And thinking he knew everything about her made her shiver.

“Can I come in ?” Dean’s voice echoed softly and she jumped a little.

She was so far in her thoughts that it took a second for her to come back and turn her tired eyes on him.

His tall shape in the door frame was one of the thing she always loved the most, seeing him come to her, to say goodnight, to ask her if the researches were giving something, to offer something to eat… Whatever the reason was, everytime he appeared at the door like this, it was like the sun was coming through the clouds.

She was far from knowing how nervous it always made him. After all these years, he was still wondering if he would bother her, if she needed space or to be alone for a while ; if she was tired of the boorish men she lived with sometimes. He had never had a woman at home before (Lisa was different, it was her house, it was her life, and the whole situation couldn’t be compared), and a woman he loved like that...

He was wrong. He was wrong each time he thought she would rather him not showing up, he was wrong each time he persuaded himself that she was better without him… But he didn’t know she was just waiting for him most of the time, and so he was nervous.

That precise moment was way worse though. He was terrified.

Terrified of his own feelings, of what he would find on her, a new hickey, a scratch mark… Because everything that reminded him that his other him had had her was like a stab in the guts. And he will see the mark of his elbow on her face. Hurting her was his worst nightmare. He was also terrified of what she was going to say; of what he was thinking so loud but never wanted to let it slip.

Don’t push her away, his alternate version had said. Do not let our own self wallowing bullshit stop from being with her. But Dean didn’t think of this as self wallowing, just truth, he wasn’t ready to understand how much she needed him yet. So he kept thinking he needed to be a better friend to her, apologize for his drunk behavior and hitting her accidentally. But not once he came close to convincing himself he should try to change their relationship to something romantic.

He was damaged and all, dangerous and cursed. That’s how Dean Winchester pictured himself.

“This room is yours” she shrugged. “I can leave if you want.”

“Leave ? No !” he shook his head, coming in hesitantly. “I wanted to apologize.”

“Dean…” she started, not feeling like she deserved any apology.

But he came closer, sat on the edge of the other chair, turned to her, and didn’t let her speak.

“No, really. I… I acted like a dick” he looked down at his open palms. “I drank too much and… my behavior was…” he rubbed his face. “I was really rude and… hurtful. And I punched you.”

“You didn’t punch me, I came too close to your elbow” she smiled softly, trying to ease his obvious guilt.

“No” he grunted. “I was being violent and I was drunk… There’s no excuse for that.”

She tightened her grip around her coffee mug, what was her excuse ?

“You were hurt” she stated, hoping he would somehow explain why he was that hurt.

“Yeah well, no reason to make you go through all this.”

The second he said he was indeed hurt, her heart sank a little lower in her belly. She knew it, just, hearing him admit she had caused him pain was barely bearable to her.

She bit her cheek and nodded, not finding her next words.

“I… I shouldn’t have talked to you like this, drank like an idiot and leave you and Sam with strangers” he continued. “And I shouldn’t have fought with him… especially if… you like him.”

“Like him ?” she half strangled on her coffee sip. “Dean… I think you misunderstood. We…”

The word we felt like a stab in Dean’s chest but he didn’t move a muscle, patiently waiting for her to break his heart.

“We had both our reasons to… get intimate” she said with shame. “But that was one time, I’m not the woman he wants, and I don’t want more with him.”

“Sam is making them IDs and a giving them a credit card. They will leave, are you… disappointed ?” he dared asking though his teeth.

“No” she said sincerely, but the pain she felt for him since she knew his loss gave a sad tone to her answer. “I…” she started, her breath short in her lungs crushed with shame and guilt. “I would have gone crazy if you… or Sam… had slept with someone looking exactly like me. It’s your body. It’s…” she swallowed the tears, looking in the bottom of her mug. “It’s your intimacy.”

He sighed. She was right, he hates that, but not for the intimacy reasons... At least it was really not what was hurting that much.

“It’s not that” he mumbled sincerely.

But when she lifted her wet eyes on him to encourage him to say more, he became silent again and she knew she could wait a lifetime, he would just not say another word about that.

“I’m so confused” she admitted.

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you know… His girlfriend…” she started and he moved a little on his seat.

“That he was engaged to… the you from his world ? Yeah… Sam told me.”

“I’m so selfish” she slightly whined, playing with her mug. “He was so hurt Dean… If you had seen his eyes, he’s broken and…”

“And I punched him in the face…” he whispered, feeling actually bad for hurting the other him for the first time. “He… He talked a little to me. He is really…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence. In love ? That was too painful to say.

“I get why he did it…” he sighed. “It was kinda selfish of him, but why would you call yourself selfish ?”

She looked down, she couldn’t just tell him she had jumped on his double because she couldn’t resist an occasion to feel him, his lips on hers, his hands on her skin... to fulfil her deepest desires.

“He had… Something I wanted” she looked down, that sounded even worse.

“Oh ?“ he raised his eyebrows, having no idea what she was talking about.

Maybe she had a physical need, a kinky desire ? Maybe she just needed tenderness or to feel desired and beautiful… Dean couldn’t deny that his alternate him was good at making her feel special.

“But it wasn’t… real” she sighed.

Of course it was very real, but the fleeting illusion of having her Dean was not. Because love is not about having and the body is just a part of it anyway ; the other Dean looked like him, but he never lived what Dean lived, what made him, and they didn’t have that history she had with the man looking at her. They never sneaked out of the motel room to the pool at night together, he never cried the loss of his father in her arms after he had to crush that damn pearl.... But as he couldn’t know all those thoughts in her mind, he grew more confused.

“Dean I…” she caught his attention, tears fighting her voice. “I’m really sorry I… feel like crap.”

I feel like crap. That was the kind of things you only said to your closest friends, because it was different from I screwed up or I regret. I feel like crap, was either a confession of self-hate or a call for help.

Y/n and Dean had a relationship where this thing could be said, he already did, and now was her turn…

“You know, I really over reacted, Y/n, please don’t feel bad because I can’t handle some... things in me” he avoided the word feeling, but put a hand on her knee.

“It’s not you, Dean, really. I c-can’t get rid of the idea that I abused your intimacy…”

He frowned. Intimacy was a complicated concept for him. Since possession and Hell, since Michael, the integrity of his body -a body that had been cut, burned, shattered, boiled, skinned, stabbed… a body that had been used to kill, torture, threaten…- had never really been respected, and the fact that, without even touching him, she felt that bad for that, made him love her more.

She had always been the only one trying to figure out how he could live the horrors going on, how he could feel, asking the right questions, even if he rarely answered them…

“You abused nothing” he cut her. “That’s how messed up our world is, if I had a twin brother, this idea wouldn’t even come to your mind.”

That was different because in her head she knew that she had undressed the other Dean to see him.

“I shouldn’t have asked him to kiss me” she continued and Dean’s stomach contracted. “If I had knew what it meant for him, how painful…”

“He’s a grown up” Dean stated. “He makes his own choices, and to be honest, I still think he kinda used you.”

“No Dean…” she sighed.

She had understood the other Dean. Paradoxically, it was in their own selfish use of one another that they had found each other, and a bond made of respect and empathy had grown between them. But she couldn’t explain that… To anyone.

Sam appeared at the door with a sigh. His eyes laid on Dean’s hand on her thigh and it warmed him.

“Everything is ready” he stated and stayed in the door frame for a second, waiting for an answer.

As Y/n didn’t talk, her eyes back on her coffee mug, Dean gave his brother one of these looks that meant a lot of things. This one was saying “It’s complicated but, we will be here in a moment, just give her a minute.” Sam, of course, understood what his brother told him without a word and left.

“I think we should say goodbye” Dean murmured with a heartache, still hating that she looked so sad when it came to his other self.

His hand on her thigh gave a little squeeze and she dared touching his hand for a second, her index finger gently rubbing a freckle here.

“Yes” she just stated.

She got up, still clinging to the cup in her hands like it could hold her back. Dean followed her silently as she walked to the library, he could see she was a little tense.

The Sams and alternate universe Dean were in the war room, bags on the table, standing a little awkwardly. Y/n looked at them, their tall frames and charisma invading the room. Sam and his double were facing each other and even Dean looked small next to those giant men. And Dean wasn’t a short man, far from it.

They were talking about Hunter Corp, alternate universe John Winchester’s operation. Sam seemed to want to know everything about it, and until the last minute with them, he would keep asking questions about how people dealt with knowing the truth, how financers worked, how hunting was organized. He needed to know if such an operation was making a true difference. But in the end, Y/n thought, their world had disappeared and not this one.

She didn’t dare walking to that other Dean right away, staying a few feet away.

His hair were back to being brushed flat on his head, giving him a cute nice-guy look, he was wearing his white shirt and sand coat again, those bracelets she really liked at his wrist. And when he saw her, a soft smile appeared on his face.

This little move of his lips was a sign of their new complicity, it was sincerely friendly, and in the same time filled by the emotions of seeing the face of the woman he loved, and that’s how she understood it.

But her Dean didn’t, a burning jealousy still squeezing his heart. He reached to her from behind and flattened his palm on her lower back softly, just to remind her he was still here.

She turned to him for a second, searching his green eyes, and noticing that scar on his chin that the other, fancier Dean didn’t have. She loved this scar, she loved every scars on his body and on his heart, even if she would give her life for him to get more.

“Thank you” she told him earning a light smile.

She was thanking him for being him, and he thought she did for supporting him.

Then she walked to the other men in the room, letting her fingers graze the familiar map-table.

“It was a pleasure meeting another Y/n, a really nice one” said man-bun Sam with an unreadable look.

Y/n couldn’t help but glimpse at Sam, her own regular friend Sam before she answered, like it could help her keeping her mind clear. And, as usual, it did. The smart compassionate light in his hazel pupils eased her still half-panicked half-confused brain and she could answer.

“It was really nice meeting you too. Where are you going ?”

“Brazil” alternate Sam nodded. “But we still have to find a way to fix our world, and without our trained hunters and equipment, if it is even possible.”

“I really hope it is” she bit her lip, doubting it was like everyone did, but wasn’t it the essence of a Winchester to try the impossible ?

“Did Sam gave you phones ?” she asked and her friend nodded. “If you need me to help with research or anything…”

Both tall hazel eyed hunter looked down for a second in a creepily synchronized expression of light embarrassment.

“I think…” Man-bun Sam said with that smile that only he mastered, that very polite and soft, but also very slightly irritated smile of his. “I think it’s better if we don’t stay too much in touch, Y/n, Sam...” he posed, evidently disturbed by the use of his own name. “Gave us names and tips, we will do just fine. My… brother needs to move on.” He ended a little lower.

She bit the inside of her cheek and sighed.

“Of course” she stated with all the dignity she could find in herself, even if she felt accused, unable to distinguish her own feeling of guilt from what the man was actually insinuating.

But his next words warmed her heart a little.

“Thank you for being so understanding. You really are, in any universe, someone noble despite what dad used to claim.”

For a second, there was a hesitation, alternate universe Sam moved his arms, like he wanted to hug her, just like Sam always did, and like this Sam probably used to do. He had lost her too, and if she was this important to Dean… she must have been really important to his brother too.

But he didn’t hug her, and just put a hand on her arm kindly.

His brother, however, he hugged her the second she walked to him, wrapping his suede covered arms around her.

“You stay cautious, Love” he said letting go when his double’s eyes darken. “Especially with demons…”

“I know…” she said sadly. “I will.”

“Y/n…” he let out in a sigh, taking a few steps back, taking her with him.

He didn’t took her to another room, and she would probably not have followed him anyway, but just a few feet away, so that his whispers wouldn’t be heard if he kept them low.

“Did you talk to him ?” he murmured, searching her face.

“I… Listen…” she tried but he let out a sigh.

“You listen, his feelings seem to be an issue for him, at least talking about it, even to himself” he whispered, getting a little closer to be discreet. “But you have to talk to him, believe me.”

“Dean…” saying that, she looked back to see the man they were talking about. “You and your Y/n, it’s not Dean and me, he doesn’t…”

“He doesn’t what ?” he cut her, shaking his head a little in disapproval. “You… You’re a lot like him actually.”

She lifted her eyes to dive in his, her face stern, she didn’t know what that meant, but be like the man she admired the most could only be a good thing.

“He needs you” he insisted a little louder and she hushed him.

“He doesn’t, you don’t know him.”

“Don’t I ?” asked.

This question was confusing, who did understand Dean better ? Someone who knew everything he had been through, or someone that didn’t but was… She frowned and cleared her throat. She needed to change the subject. Make things right as much as she could, forget about all this to get back to be the best friend possible.

“I’m sorry” she stated. “I feel like I have made things a lot worse, salt on the wound.”

“You didn’t. You’re not allowed to feel bad about it, okay ?” he took her hand, not noticing that this world Dean was looking at them, clenching his jaw, frustrated that he couldn’t hear them. “You gave me closure and I am just grateful. I will be okay…”

She smiled weakly at him and nodded.

“Dean” his brother rushed him a little, already holding his bag.

“Yes…”

She turned and gave the men waiting a shy smile, ready to join them, but he walked in front of her, looked at her in the eyes and bent to hug her once more, not letting go so quickly this time. As she hugged back, she looked above his shoulder to Dean watching them.

“Y/n and I were not just engaged” he murmured in her ears, making her shiver. She kept her eyes on the man she loved, he was staring back with his hands in his pockets. “We were… are soulmates. It’s not a way of speaking, Fate told us, Cupid confirmed.”

Her pupils dilated and Dean noticed it.

The man holding her finally let go.

“Goodbye Y/n” he smiled and reached her face to wipe a tear she hadn’t even noticed.

“Goodbye Dean.”

And he left, they left. Escorted by her Dean, they took the metal stairs as she stayed frozen playing his words again and again in her head.

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nouru-vi · 3 years

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Headcanons for my AFK Arena gang buckle the f up

Disclaimer: I take canon lore/relationships and throw out what I don’t like thank you have a nice day

Starter pack: Estrilda, Mirael and Nemora

Nemora is sent by the Wilders to help out Ranhorn City and these three stick together going forward

Estrilda and Mirael are in idiot lesbians with each other. They constantly try to impress the other and Nemora is in the bg facepalming but she also ships them hard secretly

The gang is sent to hunt down Lucretia who is rampaging indiscriminately through the countryside and they manage to subdue and capture her. As they’re bringing her back to Ranhorn, Nemora keeps drawing info out of her through treating her kindly, and learns her story. Then they’re attacked by a large group of Maulers or sg, and Lucy demands that they unchain her if they want to live (lbr she has to be chained and not tied), adding that she also refuses to die tied up. Nemora chooses to trust her and she helps them make it out alive. Then they’re like “okay this Zaphrael dude sounds like a complete dick and we’ll help you confront him when we find him and also you can stay with us, we won’t bring you to Ranhorn to be imprisoned/executed. No more rampaging tho” and that’s how Lucy becomes the local goth mom

Silvina is sent to assassinate Estrilda, to finish off the job of destroying the Raynes, but when she sees her, memories come back to her from before her death, when she saw the young Estrilda as the girl she never got to be. She is like “fuck this I’m not doing this” and realises it’s time to stand up to Vedan’s exploitation of her and Isabella, if not for her own sake but her sister’s. She confronts Estrilda and pleads her to help remove Isabella from Vedan’s clutches. Her and the team go to do that and Isabella doesn’t really understand at first but when Vedan hurts Silvina she’s like “Back off. I made you what you are, don’t think I can’t unmake you just the same.” Now outclassed, Vedan is forced to let them go, and the sisters join the gang. Lucretia is immediately like “I’m your mom now”

Bonus: months later Vedan shows up to be like “Please forgive me. I never knew what I had until I lost it, I treated you two like crap even though you were the closest thing to family I had! Pls come back to me T_T” and although they don’t do that they agree to let him visit sometimes, so he becomes their weird weekend dad. Lucy watches him like a hawk every single time but he tries his best (I added this HC as an afterthought because the official comics with Vedan and the girls are just too fucking funny to be non-canon)

Wu Kong helps out the team on and off and Lucy hates him because he’s a FILTHY CELESTIAL while he’s just like, lady im am just leetl monky. I’m new to being a Celestial actually and don’t even know this Zaphirel or whatshisface. I’m just here to punch bad guys and have a good time. But he also annoys her for fun because he’s just like that

Lyca joins the team as a somewhat more competent co-leader to Mirael. To Nemora’s relief, because she’s the only other person so far who is not a mess or dumb or both. Silvina develops a mega gay crush on her because she’s the bouncy nerd prep to her emo jock goth. It probably takes a very long time for this to come to the surface because she is a Disgusting Graveborn and Lyca is a Beautiful and Ethereal Wilder, according to Silvina, that is. Her concerns turn out to be baseless, of course, and then they’re cute and gay, The End

Solise joins to swell the ranks of people who are both dumb and a mess. She’s powerful though and a great alchemist, and adorable and everyone else is sapphic so go figure

Flora also shows up often to help the group and Lucy is like HISS GRRR CELESTIAL HRRR GRRR at her too, while she’s just like, lady. It’s gonna be alright. You will find justice one day. Calm down. Here’s a flower bigger than your head. Have a nice day :) ~flies off on her gay little flower broom into the sunset gayly~

Certain groups catch wind of Lucretia travelling with the group and as a result, Cecilia is sent after them. Since Lucy is family by this point, they’re forced to fight and subdue Cecilia. She gets injured and they’re unwilling to leave her to her fate, so they bring her along as she recovers. For a long time, she keeps going on about heretics cavorting with Hypogean filth and whatnot, but what’s this? Lucy is around, and although Cecilia can’t see her, her voice is inexplicably pleasant to hear, and she’s just so nice to those two girls! But surely that is the insidious deception of a treacherous Hypogean, seeking to corrupt every innocent soul, right? Surely she is not a loving mother, nor a valiant woman who will do anything for the sake of justice? Right??? (yeah spoiler they end up in gays and the sisters now have two mothers and a dad. They deserve all the parents)

One day the gang stumbles upon Torne and they collectively adopt them immediately. They’re big and smad and in need of hugs and therapy so the group is happy to provide.

Nara joins from time to time, apparently because she just enjoys carnage, regardless of the target. She’s a gross and unhinged gremlin who’s somehow still hot, and her idea of humour is “bet I can kick a dead baby further than any of you”, but she’s pretty upbeat and more or less tolerated by the others. Things become awkward when the group finds out she used to be a crime boss and would-be slaver in life. She says something like “well, am I not allowed to make a new start?”, but she does have the decency to look embarrassed at least. Someone says “maybe she just wanted friends for once” and Nara throws them the most maybe so look of the century

There are some other heroes that I have yet to figure out how to work into the group dynamics and story, like Grezhul for example, as he’s one of my most used heroes now, or Oden, who has also become one of my faves. I do know Oden absolutely makes dad jokes, for a start.

That’s it so far, notice how all of these are wholesome and mostly gay? Yea that is how I roll. The AFK heroes have suffered enough in canon, only positive vibes around here and also I’m queer as shit bye

#afk arena #afk arena headcanons

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abyssal-hoonter · 4 years

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[The highest place]

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The Assassins enjoyed to observe the city from above because that was high and gave them a better view. A better view that people needed to understand. So did Evie. Perhaps. This was the first time she had herself here not because of her duty, but because she wanted to go far away from the train which she and her brother called "home" especially when they were still in this center city of the world, London. A flash in her thought drove her to regret going to this place just to fill another page of her life notebook writing about what had been happening...

People believed no smoke without fire. Maybe it was true this time. Evie wanted to hide, to run away, to make a distance with the one she had never believed. She knew who it was, the woman with red hair, a bit taller, older and maybe wiser than her and that was exactly the one Evie once thought that individual had been ended by a fucking cane - sword. Miss Thorne, evidently.

Evie buried herself into hundred lines of thinking which was dancing crazily in her head. At the same time she thought it must be stopped no matter what. Crushing her skull, washing her brain, anything could help, but nothing helped... She wondered how Henry was. Would he be the same like the old day when they first met on a roof of a building? Or was he busy enough pursuing something that the Brotherhood had been always against?

Jacob did tell her what she didn't want to understand nor hear. The way he shared the story and his expression, including his eyes when he had looked at his older sister, all rang a bell that he was telling the truth.

"Acting hastily and brutally does NOT mean I never use my brain, dearest sister." She remembered what he had told her when they were arguing in the train, with Miss Thorne leaning on the wagon wall and sighed heavily. Evie rushed outside once they had done talking and hadn't realized tears had already been covered her cheeks. Even now gazing at the air from the tallest point of London, the Big Ben, she could feel her tears being dried as she began to recall what had happened one week ago.

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"You fucking bastard! Son of a bitch!" Jacob cursed loudly as he rushed toward Henry, grabbing his shirt with one hand and the other one delivered a heavy punch to the man's face. "How could you do this to us? How could you do this to my sister?!!!" He screamed as he was mad and continued to punch Greenie until Miss Thorne came and intervened.

"Frye! Stop! Stop!" She said and yanked Jacob out from the Indian. Jacob, still gritting his teeth, tried to catch Henry with his arms stretched forward and his fingers formed like a vampire preparing to kill their prey. Henry, stood with his face full of bruises and blood caused by the younger Frye.

"First you cheated on her. Now you're with that fucking Mr. Starrick!" Jacob roared.

"Your sister is just a tool without thinking. Just like you, Jacob. She acts like she's so mature but deep down from inside now I'm starting to realize you all assassins are just... animals." Henry scoffed a simple but cruel irony. Jacob was surprised by what he was seeing in this man. Just not so long ago he was still a gentleman, saying noble words and talking greatly politely. That was contradicted to what the hell he was right now. All Jacob could see was a mere person who wore a Templar band on his sleeve and speaking like a brute with his voice full of hatred and disdain toward the people he once stood side by side.

"That was your fucking fault first! You cheated on Evie, my sister. You betrayed her! She lost her memory because of you!!" Jacob angrily said.

"She did something worse than me, Frye. She became one with the woman standing there, beside you." Henry laughed and gestured to Lucy, who was still trying to calm herself despite those critical words she had heard. "What's that? Love? Allow me to fix it, Mr. Frye. It is sickness! Purely an act of pathetic whores--" he continued, and didn't have a chance to finish the sentence when suddenly Lucy broke out "from her cage" and dashed to his place, giving him tons of punches and rakes. She grabbed his collar and hit him to the ground. The man struggled to get out but he was totally lost. In a moment he realized how powerful Miss Thorne could be, a woman could be, especially when they went mad and the devil side of them took control.

"Whores are ones toying people's heart!!" Lucy's eyes opened wide and the man could see dark fire in them.

This time, it was Jacob who tried to prevent the redhead from killing Henry. He wrapped her waist from behind and stepped backward but Lucy kicked her legs repeatedly before deciding to stop.

Right at that moment, Evie came in and witnessed what was in front of her eyes. She saw Henry in bad state and his brother backing Thorne.

"What's happening?" She raised her voice, and to Jacob and Lucy's surprised, Henry started to groan.

"Evie... Evie..." Greenie pleaded.

Jacob watched and saw Henry secretly conceal his Templar band. He stomped forward, intending to check the man but Evie pushed him away. "Don't touch him!" She said. Jacob frowned with frustration.

"You did this to him, Jacob? How dare you!" Evie shouted to Jacob's face. She didn't realize Henry was grinning caddishly behind Evie's back.

"I did." A voice came from Lucy, "I hate public dicks!"

Evie's blood boiled in anger. She stared at the woman as if she was trying to kill Thorne again with her blue eyes now full of violence.

Henry pretended to stand up as Evie hold his arms. "Evie... I gotta go. Sorry." He said and unleashed his rope launcher to disappear on the rooftop.

Evie gave both her brother and the redhead a side-glance before running away, heading to nowhere in particular. Lucy couldn't leave her alone as she chased from behind when Jacob rolled his eyes and followed.

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Such a memory.

But the one she got yesterday was better to be cursed than what she had just thought of. She didn't want to believe but she had to get use to the fact from now on: Henry Green was a Templar, siding with the Grand Master of British Rite and he was going to search for the Shroud, either. And guess what? The special person she used to plan an assassination plan was helping her and Jacob, somehow, without getting tired of both her suspicion and her brother's doing. The female Frye felt like Lucy was slowly replacing Mr. Green in their life, not including the truth that Evie was the one who used to spend days and nights in the former Templar's arms, falling asleep together after reading books, discussing topics with one another, walking alongside the streets of London talking about poems, buying foods and drinks for beggars and children by their own little coins, and even --

She released a heavy breath and closed her eyes. It was not so long until she heard a sound from behind and turned. That was Miss Thorne, who finally caught her there after a long way of pursuing the girl since Evie had been drawing a distance between them.

Lucy realized that Evie must have cried. They looked at each other for a moment and none of them said anything.

It was Evie who decided to break the silence, "How could you go up here?"

Lucy crossed her arms and leaned on the surface next to her, "You're not the only one who can climb."

Evie dragged a half smile and looked away, "I'm not in the mood, Miss Thorne. Leave me."

Her voice where the pain and disappointment was hidden. She had worked in the shadow because she believed it would serve the light but never she had thought one day definitely she had met the man she once loved cowered beside Starrick, or called her brother a foolish cow, or called Lucy a whore burned in the pussy because Lucy loved her honestly.

"I know... I'm not here to talk lesson." Lucy paced to her side and looked at the direction Evie was gazing, "I'm here to get you home." She softly said and looked at Evie, who was not making an eye-contact, "It's been a day since you've gone. To what I know about your personality you haven't eaten yet..."

The young girl frowned and glared at Thorne, "No need for such thing. I can take care of myself."

She finished her sentence and about to perform a leap of faith. Miss Thorne, already predicted that, grabbed Evie's arm firmly and slammed her against the wall behind, looking at her with those dark brown eyes both begging and warning. The young assassin was cornered and trapped, yet she couldn't free herself by pushing the older woman backward since it could make Lucy suffer from a deadly falling. They stood looking at each other's eyes until Evie felt Lucy's fingers was swipping her tears and rubbing her cheeks. They started to kiss and the feeling of craving to be one again to wake up.

It was a little cold near the top of Big Ben as they can see once the Frye was naked and they threw themselves into caressing each other. Gliding her fingertips slowly across Evie's body was one of the parts Lucy enjoyed as she could see the girl beneath gasping and trempling. Evie pulled the woman closer to start another long and deep kiss while enjoying the pleasure Miss Thorne was excitedly giving her. The girl couldn't hold herself from making a loud moan when Lucy dipped her long and naughty tongue into her core. Licking, whirling, sucking and even toying her with it.

"Oh Go..d... Lucy-- How could you--" her word failed as she couldn't continue to say anything but just laid there, enjoying what was coming and of course it was close.

She shook in the climax. The last things she saw before closing her eyes for a short rest were Miss Thorne who gave her a kiss on the forehead and began to put her cloths in place.

A few minutes later, Evie opened her eyes and saw her head cushioned on the older woman's thigh. Lucy smiled at her. A soft and beautiful smile Evie wished she would never stop seeing it for the rest of her life. She sat up next to the redhead, weaving their hands together.

"It's late. We should come back to the train." Lucy whispered, "Jacob must be waiting long enough."

Evie leaned on Thorne's shoulder, "I will never forget this place."

"Me too."

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*At night*

Jacob prepared for his duty with the Rooks. He checked everything carefully and put the top hat on his head. He looked at himself in the mirror and smile with confidence. Seathing his kurki in its place, he knew there was only one thing more to do before getting to his job - saying "Goodnight" to his sister. Although he could be a naive boy or an arrogant, the man always cared for everyone particularly who stayed with him in the battles and never left them behind. So was this time, he cared for his sister. After what had happened he was certain that Evie deserved better.

He walked to his sister's wagon but looked back at his to check everything one more time, "Evie, I'm out for work, you should stay with--" as his eyes went back to his sister's wagon entrance, he noticed a small board hanged from the other side of the door.

Do not disturb

"--Miss Thorne." He now finished and rolled his eyes, "Arh! Perfect."

He walked outside the hideout and swivelled his neck, "Hope they will finish before I come back."

#assassin's creed syndicate #assassins creed #evie frye #lucy thorne #jacob frye #thornye #lesbian love

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popculturebuffet · 4 years

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The Loud House Reviews: Ghosted!

Halloween Havoc returns! Lori is haunted by a ghost and brings in LIncoln and Clyde ot fix things.. only to find out he’s actually the beloved school mascot and must enlist Lucy and her crew of goths to help her. The bar from the overlook hotel, 1900′s disco, and Boris, the best loud house character i’d never heard of all insue. All hail boris, and prepare for full review with spoilers. under the cut.

We’re back! I’m sorry this is a week late. This is both due to having a LOT going on.. as well as my own fault for pushign this review back to do a review of the first episode of Starkid’s “Nightmare Time”.. only to have to push BOTH back after I was unable to finish this weeks’ Ducktales on Monday because I ended up having to get off it so my mom, who works from home, can use it, and because AT&T is an utter nightmare we’re thankfully leaving, so if nothing else that will hopefully never be an issue again.

TLDR: I kept putting this one off, didn’t realize this week’s episode was in fact on this week, and now I have to get 5 reviews done in the span of three days: I have this episode, this week’s loud house, the amphibia halloween special, and reviews of Ducktales “The Duck Knight Returns” and the first darkwing duck episode “Darkly Dawns the Duck”.

I kid, this blog will end as I too hope to end.. taking rusty and Zach with me. But i got myself into this mess and i’m getting myself out of it. I will get these done even if it kills me.. my ghost can then take care of the two fictional children. ON with the review!

We open at Fairway University.

I had to. Lori is practicing for the big tournament coming up.. which normally would have me super excited as tournaments are my shit... but we’re not talking two people beating the shit out of each other, wether it be for the sport of it, because their master told them to, because one of htem is a demon who will end the world, or because their loved ones will be murdered if they don’t beat people up as a team for demons, nor people playing card games for their grandpa’s soul, or a grudge caused by an abusive childhood that leads to a battle over gods inside trading cards, or because the school decided why not, or because you need to both keep your godlike dragon that’s also in a card and your friends safe, or.. you get the idea. I love Anime tournaments in what anime I have watched. Me watching or reading of those is like coke to me... a golf tournament however?

Yeah i’m not big into non-wrestling sports in general, let alone one where hte main action is a ball went really far. I mean it IS impressive a golfer can do that and accuratley no less, that’s some Hawkeye level stuff, it’s just not for me. I do HIGHLY enjoy mini golf, and mini golf episodes as both simpsons and gravity falls episodes on that are a good time. I mean any episode that gets flanders to say this is worth at least one watch.

And thanks to fond memories of my grandpa using them to get around his carnival, yes my grandpa owned a carnival and yes it was great and yes he was a great man and I miss him every day, and carting me around in them. If it were street legal i’d have one. And finally I LOVE happy gilmore. While Adam Sandler took a turn, and hopefully Hubie Halloween is a sign that long national nightmare is over, that film still holds up and is still REALLY damn funny. And by this point your probably wondering what the hell my point is. Well the hell my point is is that in light of me liking golf related things for weird reason despite praying for death but death won’t come at the thought of watching actual golf, I love fairway university. I love the fact that a golf based college is credible, I love the fact it goes so far in it’s theme that the text books are all golf related, the dorms are all weirdly golf themed, and students apparently can get an arnold palmer at any time of night. I also assume the dorms have on demand streaming for happy gilmore and caddyshack, and a genisis with a copy of lee carvillo’s putting challenge. Back on the actual episode at long last, Lori is putting in some driving practice and facetiming bobby. The reason the tournament is so important is that she needs to beat the evil elf Malketh at golf or else Suryr will end all life... I may of been reading walt simsons’s thor lately but admit it you would watch that. No it’s more mundane than a fire giant trying to commit universal genocide: Being the only freshman on the team, as in that good, if she dosen’t do well, she might loose her scholarship. Granted I DOUBT they’d take it away after one game, but it’s understandable why she fears loosing it: She can’t afford college any other way. Her parents finances are spread among 11 kids who all live comofrtably and while every loud would gladly give things up so she could go to college still.. Lori wouldn’t accept it. She’d be grateful.. but she wouldn’t have her family be miserable for her sake, even if it’s her dream. This is her one shot for the career she wants and loosing this would destroy her. Even if she’d still have Bobby. But Bobby is pulled away because his customers are annoyed.. and by customers I mean just Vito.. the rest seem fine despite the line, who complalins his spumoni is melting... because apparently he can’t just have bobby get him a fresh one as Bobby would be happy to do because he’s made of pure joy and it was nice seeing him. Though I do hope to see him in college himself next season. It is WEIRD having the casagrandes season 1 paired with a season of the loud house taking place months later.. and having the halloween episode for season 2 show up months ahead of season 2 itself.

But soon Lori has bigger problems than Bobby having to go or crushing loss... after consulting the school gopher, because the dean apparently really loves caddyshack as ANY dean of a golfiing school should. I forgot to mention it above but I freaking love that movie too. Good stuff. Back on point, Lori soon gets stalked by a g-g-g-host! And nope this ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no fooling around.. nor is it a scooby doo esque scheme. This is an actual ghost. Represented by a ball of light but .. yup they went there. And look I get the show breaks from reality a lot: Luann acts like the silver age joker once a year and gets away with it, Lisa gets up to dexter’s lab esque shenanigans on an episodic basis, and Girl Jordan isn’t part of the group despite clearly sharing their intrests and being intrested in both lincoln and stella. There are stretches in reality.. but mostly for humor or because it’d make a good plot. Most of the plots are grounded in reality: From Luna’s entire romance arc, with her insecurities and her and sam’s worries about each other, to Luaan’s nervousness about her first kiss, to Lincoln and friends having to learn that sometimes a girl dosen’t want to date you just because their nice to you, to Lynn learning not to be a dick and hten forgetting it overnight because this show hates me, the show grounds wacky shenanigans in relatable slice of life stuff. It’s what makes it and it’s sister show work so well. Grounding the exagerated comedy with likeable relatable characters. IT’s what works. Why I bring this up is this and family bonding show a possible trend of the show getting into more bizzare stuff. A ghost here, a secret agent there.. it means the loud world can get as insane as it wants and the reason I bring it up is simple: Is that a GOOD thing. And my opinon, it CAN be if used right. With Family Bonding the fact there are Secret Agents is just.. casually mentioned. Like yup james bond esque spies exist and have weather dominators and an 11 year old just stopped them. It’s just.. treated like a normal thing when it’s not. Here.. a ghost showing up.. is treated like someone suddenly finding out ghosts are fucking real. Lori slowly comes unraveled a bit as the first few minutes go: She deals with seeing a ghost glow on the range, having the ghost drop books on her in the library, and having it serve her an arnold palmer.. in what genuinely looks like the bar from the overlook hotel from the shining.

I get it’s a deliberate shout out, especially since it’s bartender is a ghost. But it just raises so many questions: Was it a concidence or did whoever put this bar in really love the shining? Did he want teenagers to murder their wives and children? Did he? Is this building haunted and not just by the genearl ghost that haunts everything? Did they take this from the overlook since it didn’t burn down in the movie? Does this mean shining and loud house are the same universe and by the same token so is community and the casagrandes? WHy is a tea with lemonade called an arnold palmer? But yeah after breaking down in her room Lori can’t take being stalked by a ghost and does what 80% of people in a paranomal activity film take too long to do and calls a ghost hunter. Specifically clyde! And to my shock this is apparently the first time the two have interacted since season 2! And it shows.. their on perfectly fine terms, to the point she has his number and they can talk like humans. I like it.. it’s subtle. Again wouldv’e appricated the episode where he got over here being more finte, but still, this is better than him either passing out in his own master roshi esque blood or trying to get her to leave bobby because bobby is a saint. The worst he’s done is break up with someone because her brother made his sister cry, when none of that makes any sense but he’s dumn and noble enough i’ll allow it, and telling sergio never to come back, which his show framed as a bad thing but really I would two after two minutes with him.

She called Clyde because he’s the brains behind the outfit... but Clyde has her on speaker. Wah wah wah. Their watching ARRRGH! The ghost adventuers style show that showed up in an episode I never saw but read about. Wah wah wah indeed, but it was apparenlty made up. Why their still into it I dunno, but apparently argh ghost blasters ARE ACTUAL LASER GUNS. This show has gone enitrely off the rails and i’m fine with that. As long as it’s funny. But seriously who gives out actual proton packs I ask you your just asking for some kid to blast himself in the face. But yeah Clincoln McCloud is on the case. And while i’m still annoyed they didn’t bring at least two more friends to play ghostbusters, presumibly stella because she’s the compitent one and Zach because he could NOT belivie in something for a change and tha’td be funny. I know i’m beating a dead horse but it dosen’t HAVE to be all or nothing with their friend groups. You do know that right writers?

I mean I get only using them here as opposed to family bonding, but still, if you can use LIam outside of his episodes you can use the rest of them.. and I don’t even like Zach but he’d be in his element here. It’s not complicated but it is frustrating. Anyways the boys and Lynn Sr arrive with Lynn Sr making a scene.. which embarasses Lori but i’m on his side here. His oldest went to college. She left the nest. It’s a lot. Plus she apparently hasn’t visted home yet so he misses his baby. Just accept it. She also asked the boys to be subtle about their ghost hunting which does not work at all. Lori you knew who you were asking for this. It’s like asking Sterling Archer NOT to be sarcastic, loud and slightly hammered. It’s part of the process. Natrually hyjinks insue as our heroes chase the ghost with the most... on this campus.. and end up shaming him into leaving. Yes really. Clyde even says that’s what usually works on him. Oh Clyde.. if that were true you would’ve stopped trying to break up two people clearly in love with each other for your own benift, you twit. So problem solved right, ghost busted, no more stalking and no lori turning into a monster and ushering in 80 sequels with no real resolution right?

Yeah I mean this is a half hour special. Everyone at Fairway starts playing off, and it turns out because they realized the ghost was missing. Yes.. everyone knew the ghost was real. Thankfully given this is a halloween episode fairway isn’t some kind of rosemary’s baby, midsommar, herditary, paranomal activity , god a lot of movies use this death cult scenario. That we’re aware of Lori may just not be the target. The team captain takes Lori aside to explain things: They normally don’t tell freshman this until after their first game because the plot says so, but Fairway has a ghost. And again what makes this work is the guy does realize people might not belivie this and while normal for the students of fairway, it’s not normal for everyone and they might not belivie in it. But no turns out the ghost is beloved 1900′s era Caddy, Shanks Bogey, who in the moment that cemented him as a legend singelhandidly helped Fairway to a big comeback in their first tournament ever, and was given a permanent positoin after graduation. Because they train caddy’s here too which makes sense. And now his ghost lives there too and still helps to this day. OR did anyway. Now why he coudln’t of told her this or why they don’t check to make sure one of the students dosen’t bring ghost hunters around or an exorcist or ash williams?

This episode already runs on nonsense i’m just going with it. Point is LOri’s hair’s falling out, more apparenlty, from the stress as she retreats into her hoodie.. Clyde gave her one to protect her because ARRRRGH! is really freaking shameless apparently. While LIncoln dosen’t know how to put a ghost back luckily Lucy has the mortuariy club over and LIncoln sends them over. Also Lori dosen’t want dad driving them, but Lincoln was on speaker which.. yeah Clyde I might get, the only person he’d probably want privacy with is his girlfriend, he and Lincoln have the exact same running crew but lincoln has 10 other people int he house who may eevesdrop. But hell yeah, it’s my first Lucy episode on the blog and my first with her club period. For Lucy she IS one of the sisters I like I just haven’t checked out her episodes since season 2,a nd that’s my fault and something I intend to correct. She’s adorably, hilarious in her creepiness, and endearing in how she feels ignored at itmes.. because she is. They also ALL can apparently do her suddenly sneak up on people batman schtick as they all pop up on lincoln when he mentions a ghost. But yeah I love she has her own adams family esque group of goths, and that one of them is a Haiku from an earlier episode. While he and clyde hitting it off went nowhere it IS nice for the show to actually bring back an earlier character they entirely forgot about. It’s very rare for them.

But yeah I already like these guys, arriving in coffisn and accidently sending my new faviorite borris flying.. a boy who talks like dracula, looks like an orlock and talks in the third person, though he ends up completing a cheer pyramid, because as an intentional joke or not, fairway , a school for a sport built on quite conversation... has a cheers squad. But hey we get boris talking about his hollow bones and cheering out of it so we’re good.

But now the goth gang can get down to business. They try the obvious first a séance which.. yeah if bill and ted and beetlejuice have taught me anything, Seance’s can only end in friendly ghost murder. Granted unlike Otho I think Lucy knows what she’s doing, I just don’t want Shanks to die. This dosen’t quite work as while there is some bubbles it’s just Froggy 2 who apparently goes here when he’s not with adelaide. Good for him, getting some higher book learning. That’s rare for frogs. Though the faces on the Club are priceless as they are adorable.

Plan B is to set out Shank’s faviorite food, Ferminted Bean Meal.. which yes is both to set up a fart joke and may or may not exist. He also liked pigs in a blanket, which is a good gag. Lori asks why theyd idn’t go with that I say they simply did because these are professional Goths, and they will always go for the weirdest option possible. It’s who you signed on for lori. You could’ve just called the fentons at the start of this but no, no crossover for us. And yes it’d be butch heartman free but as far as I’m concerned he can go fuck himself for, most among a LARGE pile of him being a jackass, promoting faith healing seminars that among serious illnesses.. include autisim, aka equating what I have to things like alhimers and cancer. No joke there just screw him, don’t screw danny phantom it’s great, moving on. They intend for shanks to eat it but Lori’s teamates do instead as does the one club member who has weird hair that really unernves me. I get it’s supposed to be spider like but still, the rest of the club is really well designed, including him minus the hair. Why this why. They all get stomach poisoning and blame Lori for it despite, you know, eating strange food left in the middle of campus which is never a good idea, as it’s either someone’s elses or possibly spiked. What did you think was going to happen? Lucy’s last ditch effort is partying like it’s 1900. We do get the club and lori in top hats and canes with presumibly pocket’s full of miracles. So that’s neat. But it fails thanks to the cheerleaders coming in, boris very much included. Lori is desparing,.. until it turns out the disco ball which broke offers a mirror to the other side.. and thus where shanks is.. at the graveyard just off campus. Haiku finds this school creepy and wants to go there. Me too little sister, me too.

Lori opts to go alone.. while this shit terrifies her, understandably, it was her mess and she needs to clean it up.. even though him not explaning himself to her or anyone else did this I don’t know if he can talk so fair enough. He can however caddy obviously as Lori gives him a heartfelt apology, and then plays a round, with him helping.. though apparently returning her ball also opens a doorway to hell. Go figure. Great gag though especially lori’s casual “that was disturbing”. He dosen’t give a sign he’s coming back though. Then we cut to the game.. with no real sign lori told anyone anything.. was.. was a chunk cut out of this episode or did they just run out of time? I dunno it’s jarring but the game is down to her, and Lori ends up in a sandtrap with the sun in her eyes. But luckily shanks returns! He llfts an umbrella for her. Again I think it’s less that he’s inconsiderate and more that he’s mute.. or maybe he’s just a jackass I dunno. We don’t know enough about him. Point is Lori wins, her scholarship is secure and her family is cheering her on.. well okay her family in terms of lincoln, clyde, because he counts dammit, and her parents the rest of the girls minus lucy are absent because they needed room for her club. Whose in the sun somehow. Lori wins, Boris does an exorcist head spin, and Lucy feels he’s lost to them. I mean.. he has to go home.. unless he dosen’t have one... which is probable. Man now I want a fairway spinoff even more.. I mean just give lori and bobby an off campus place, have leni and her two friends move in, maybe throw in carol and have boris living in a hole in the backyard and we’re good. Please nick, greenlight this. I will write it for you just give me the go ahead.

Final Thoughts:

This one was okay. As I said the reality breaks are fine if their used for good reaosn, but I felt the episode put Lori though a bit much. She hasn’t been unsympathetic in so long, and she has a genuine heartwrenching reason to want to do well and is terrified of shanks. It’s not her fault no one told her. I mean that should be in the brochure “We have a ghost but he’s a casper ghost and not a gozer ghost so your good”. I mean the fact Jack Fenton HASN’T come blaring down the campus is only because he already did that and is banned from campus. that and he drove through the comisary.. like through both walls. The Fenton Van is thick. Point is lori goes through a lot of pain and humilation for no reason. It also feels like a two parter put into one half hour: The first half has a problem that’s seemingly solved only to have a cliffhanger with Lucy coming in as the solution. That being said I aboslutely love the mortuariy club. Why they can’t repalce spider head with rocky I don’t know, but otherwise I love em. Especailly boris who i’m fine with him staying at fairway as long as I get that spinoff> The Clyde and LIncoln antics are just “ha ha their mech dosen’t work”.. when they still have rayguns as part of the merch, though I do appricate that them running out of power is set up: Their guns discharge as a running gag so it’s no suprise their out by the time our heroes need them. And Clyde’s line about shame and guilt “Just like me!” was gold. This dosen’t really have the missed opprtunity smell of family bonding or strife of the party, it did fine enough and the scene of lori and shanks playing golf was really sweet. It really is just okay: Not AMAZING, but not terrible. I’ve seen much worse already this season, but the creative halloweeny premise, fun with the goth gang, and general weirdness of fairway make it a hole in two. Not a slam dunk but still fun. Just because an episode is mostly okay dosen’t make it bad. If you liked this review follow for more, as I have weekly coverage of ducktales and loud house and ocasionally the casagrandes and later today should have, space and time permitting, reviews of the new loud house, the new amphibia, and later this weekend some darkwing duck. Until then stay safe, stay spooky and happy halloween. Play us out white stripes!

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The Get Together (Jeno)

Pairing - Non-idol*Lee Jeno x FemaleBlack*Reader, College au

Genre - smut, fluff

Warning - sexual content, enemies to lovers, slight praisekink, pretty explicit language

W.count - 5.4k

Sneak peek-“H-hold up,” I slightly push him off, “Let’s get this straight, just because we’re about to fuck does not mean that I like you now. It just means that I need some dick and you’re the only one around at this very second, ok.” I say in between breaths.

“Ok, whatever you say.” He states smugly

“Fuck you.”

“Oh please believe baby, you’re about to do just that.”

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Lee Jeno, the most infuriating, egotistic, frown-inducing asshole was here, and it had me questioning why the fuck I was also in attendance. Let me start from the beginning. I was just a girl suckered into coming to a get together between my group of friends, the starting girls volleyball team, and his group of friends, the starting boys basketball team. This had already been planned for a while now, and because we were busy with preparing for the semi-finals it had been postponed for a month and ever since the beginning I knew I didn’t want to go just because of him.

“Come onn y/n, pleasseee just for me this one time pleassee. I know you and Jeno have this unadulterated hatred against each other but I want to hang out with them because they seem like cool people.” My best friend and blocker, Joy, stated whilst violently shaking me.

“No Joy, I’ve already made up my mind, I will not go and that’s final,” I rolled my eyes. “Also don’t act like you want to go to hang out with everyone, we all know you just want to get closer to Chenle, you’re not fooling anyone.”

“Yea Joy, we all know you have a crush on him, so I agree with y/n on this one.” At that Joy became flustered whilst fixing a pout on her face.

“Buttt y/n I also agree with Joy, I really want to go, and while you do hate Jeno you don’t hate us so do this for us please.” Chungha, the decoy, stated while tightening her ponytail.

“Yea Cap. we’ve been working our asses off this entire season and I’m almost failing AP Chem. I need a break.” Our libero Hwasa commented.

The other wing spiker Mei strolled into the room “You guys it’s almost time coach is about to call us so can we decide this now?”

“Why don’t we make a bet.” The setter, Luci, calmly stated. Making sure everyone was paying attention she stated, “If y/n can score fifteen points this game then she doesn’t have to go, but if she doesn’t make the points then she has to attend. How does that sound?”

Everyone looked towards me to get the answer. “Fine. I’ll do it, but when I score a whole round don’t say anything. Come on ladies it’s showtime.”

“I shouldn’t have promised shit.” I grumbled when I found out I missed the mark by one point. All the other girls were screaming from enjoyment while I was beginning to sulk once I truly realized what I had gotten myself into.

“Come on it’ll be fun I promise. You don’t even have to pay attention to Jeno, I'll be right there, we all will.” Joy expressed.

“Ok but when is the trip to hell?” I questioned already mentally putting together my outfit

“It’s next Friday. Ahhh I can’t wait, I'm so excited.” Chungha practically bounced on her feet. While I figured that it might not be that bad.

“I swear on my life that I will murder Jeno.” I exclaim while I forcefully throw my bag on the couch next to a startled Joy.

“What did he do now?”

“Ok so this morning had gone particularly well, I woke up early enough to do a bantu crown and fix my curls and not just wear a messy bun to class. I felt so good that I even decided to dress up for class.”, I say as I gesture to my outfit which consisted of a cropped hoodie with a tommy hilfiger sports bra and semi baggy pants with my tommy underwear band showing.

“I was even able to stop for coffee and a cream cheese and ham bagel, I also sat down and talked to Jaemin and tried to express my concern for the coffee of the dead he was drinking at the time. That good mood went to shit when I got to my political science elective with Jeno.” I explained to Joy as what happened came rushing back to me.

It was my second to last class and I was still thriving until he came in with his latest fangirl at his feet trailing behind him. The girl was desperately trying to get him to go out with him, he looked like he would do just about anything to get her to go away, and my dumbass made the mistake of snickering. He turned to me with a hard glare that would make anyone piss their pants and all of a sudden his eyes lit up like he had just figured out the key to life and not gonna lie that freaked me out. Before I could turn away he rushed over and dragged me out of my seat.

“I don’t want to go out with you because I’m already dating her.”

I whipped my head so fast that I’m surprised I didn’t break my neck. “What the hell you talkin’ bout willis?”

“There’s no way you’re going out with her for one and for two she doesn’t even know your name babe like who the fuck is willis.”

“Woah lady excuse me-”

“What the fuck you mean by I wouldn’t go out with her?” Jeno fumed, “I’d rather go out with her than your basic ass. Get the fuck away from me, now.”

I stood there dumbfounded because I had never seen Jeno look so mad in my life, and I should know since I make him angry a lot, but before I could finish my thoughts Jeno did something that I would never imagine he’d do in my life.

HE KISSED ME.

All I felt were his soft lips against mine. His lips felt slightly cool yet so smooth. I found myself kissing him back slowly, losing myself(but I didn’t tell them that)-

“Woah he did WHAT!”

“He kissed you, are you serious?” Joy and now Chungha, who had just made it back from work, exclaimed at the same time.

“Yes he kissed me, but that’s not all.” I said while trying to get back to the story.

He broke away and fixed his eyes on the girl in front of us, and he said something I couldn't comprehend and the next thing I know I feel something cold being poured on me and something plop on my hair.

“The bitch had poured her fucking drink and squeezed out her cupcake on my head.” I told them.

I turn to Jeno with the fiercest look I could possibly mutter. “Do you realize how much I want to kill you right now?”, I all but yelled in his face, I wanted to say more but the teacher walked into class.

“UGHHHH I promise if I didn’t love you guys I would so bail on this stupid get together.”

Chungha suggests having a movie night with all of the girls as a way to apologize. “Fine but since I have to wash my hair now you guys have to buy my products for me when I run out next time.” I point at both of them while staring into both of their eyes.

“Deal.” They both agree.

Tonight is the night of the get together and even though I don’t want to go I’m gonna look good while regretting my life choices. I pin my hair to the side since I feel like that would go best with the vibe I have going on, then putting on my leather jacket that completes my outfit of a rose embroidered slightly cropped shirt and high waisted red elastic overalls with the belts hanging down, I start to head out of my room to meet up with Chungha and Joy in the living room.

“Ok are y’all ready so we can head out, I’m trying to get in and get out so that I can get this night over with.” I tell them as I pass both of their rooms, getting ready to walk out of the apartment. They both walk out looking fine as hell, and we all take a second to survey each other. Then Joy’s phone pings, “The girls said they’ll meet us at the boy’s place.”

“Ok someone get me directions. AUTOBOTS ROLL OUT.”

Since we’re caught up now let's continue shall we?

“Great so now that everyone is here, let's begin.” Donghyuck or as he’s better known on campus as, Haechan said seemingly being in charge of everything. To anyone else it would’ve seemed boring garnering that there were no drugs and alcohol because we were all athletes and were currently in season and there was no loud music to make your ears bleed, but it was enough for us. Not to lie it was actually quite fun as long as I pretended Jeno wasn’t there. I even saw Joy and Chenle cuddling in the corner of the couch.

But after all of the karaoke and twister and card games had calmed down we were left in a calm silence, and I saw this as the perfect chance to try and leave.

“So tonight was fun but I think I’m just gonn-”

“No, don’t leave yet, we haven’t even gotten to the best part.” Donghyuck smirked and started to walk to his room only to come back with a small box. “Anyone up for truth or dare?”

“Come on Hyuck really, how old do you think we are?” Renjun stated while looking up from his phone at Donghyuck.

He smirked evilly, “Oh no my son this isn’t regular truth or dare. See this has a catch and you’ll see once everyone agrees to play.” He states while daring everyone to say yes. A chorus of various forms of agreement are heard throughout the room. Donghyuck takes a seat while telling us all to get in a circle and he places a bottle in the middle.

“You see these.”, he proceeds to shake the box in his hands, “These are dirty dice and if you refuse to answer a truth or do a dare then you have to roll them, and whoever gave you the question has to do what the dice say to you.”

“Haechan what the fuck-”

“Oh come on Luci, if you want I could give you a dare right now and we could demonstrate how this is supposed to go?” He offers cunningly with a smirk. Everyone knows they used to hook up for a while back but for some reason they never got together, but the tension between them was almost palpable.

“Ok I’m down.”

“Let’s do it.” Jaemin and Mei both agreed and glanced at each other.

Hwasa offered to spin the bottle first and it landed on Chenle.

“Truth or Dare?”

Everyone has had a go at the bottle, and currently Jeno, Jaemin, and Mark are shirtless all for different reasons. Chenle and Luci have hickey’s up and down their necks(not from each other), everyone knows that Mei likes rough yet passionate sex, and Hwasa has had her boobs caressed by Mark. Also that if I was a boy and had to fuck one of the girls I’d fuck Chungha and Joy, and they both have had to kiss each other while Chungha was sitting on Renjun’s lap, so it’s safe to say that everybody is under immense amounts of sexual frustration. Donghyuck was currently in the process of completing his punishment.

“Ok Hyuck since you didn’t want to answer your truth then you have to let Luci lick whip cream off of your nipples because I’m sure as hell not about to.” Jeno says with a smirk and a nod in Luci’s direction. You could see the immense blush on both of their faces.

“Uh-h-uhh” Luci stuttered.

“Just do it, I'm fine with it.” Donghyuck states with care and understanding in his voice while he sat beside Luci.

She hesitantly leaned toward him and slowly laid him down. She leaned over him and slightly let her tongue venture outside of her mouth and to the sweet white cream on his chest. The first couple of licks were sort of kitten licks due to the tension and the anxiousness in the room. Soon she made it past the whipped cream down to his nipple and she began to lick the access off and Donghyuck’s moans started to gradually increase in volume, until that was all that you could hear. His sweet whiny moans gave Luci confidence and let her know that she was doing a good job. And by the time she started to kiss her way over to the other nipple Donghyuck was whimpering and withering on the ground and you could see his boner start to form. The temperature in the room had increased exponentially by the time she had gotten done.

Mark cleared his throat, “Uhh Haechan do you uhm wanna go handle, that.” He said while gesturing to his boner currently poking through his pants, but he was too busy staring at Luci to listen to a word Mark was saying. Hyuck then stood up and grabbed Luci’s hand, “Come with me.” Him and Luci marched all the way back to his room where he slammed the door and all you could hear was our breathing.

“Well that just happened so I think it's time- Woah what the fuck?” Chungha stopped talking and that made everyone pay attention to where she was looking only to see Joy and Chenle making out on the couch. Vigorously. Then soft grunts and moans were heard from Jaemin and Mei. ‘When the fuck did that happen?’ I think to myself.

“Ok since all of you are some horny children I’m about to take my ass to Mark’s room goodnight.” Hwasa stated while she stood up and walked to Mark’s room, but what she didn’t know was that I saw her wink at Mark to which he claimed to have to ‘use the bathroom.’

So here I was stuck in the middle of sex crazed lunatics sexually frustrated as fuck with no one to do anything with, oh and did I mention I was stuck with Jeno.

“Fuck this I’m just about to head out, they can text me in the morning when they need to be picked up.”, I stated while getting my keys about to walk out the door, “I hope they use protection.”

“Hey.” Jeno calls, “Let me go to your apartment.”

“What the fuck, no why can’t you stay here?”

“Because I won’t be able to get any sleep with all of this,” he gestures around the house, “going on.”

“Not my problem, bye.”

“Come on please.” He begs in aegyo.

“Ahhh stop stop now don’t do that bullshit again. Fine you can come just don’t ever do that I almost threw up.” I yell while grimacing.

“Thanks y/n you’re so kind.” He smiles with his eye smile.

Getting in the car and buckling my seatbelt I turn toward him and say, “Ok when we get to the house you can sleep in either Chungha or Joy’s room idc but just don’t say anything to me ok.” He nods his head and clicks his seatbelt. The entire drive back I was trying to be discreet while I rub my legs together. No matter how much I play it off, what went down at their house greatly affected me and now it was affecting my underwear, and Jeno’s cologne was not helping at all because it smelt so damn good and manly. I just hope he didn’t notice, all I have to do when I get to the house is just hop in the shower and then I can handle myself.

“Hey y/n.” Jeno said out of nowhere scaring me.

“What I thought we agreed not to talk to each other.” I said keeping my eyes on the road, but I could feel his eyes boring into the side of my head.

“When we get to the house do you want to continue the game?”

I almost swerve the car out of pure shock. ‘What the hell did he just ask me?’ And I don’t know if it’s because of the thrill of what he just offered or if it’s because I’m just that sexually frustrated and it’s making me delusional, but I pull up to the apartment building and once I park I look at him.

“Why do you want to continue the game?” I questioned

“I just want to, do you?” He looks at me with his eyes and what seems to be his heart on full display.

“Fine.” I then get out of the car and walk toward the building and then proceed to walk up to the elevator. I notice Jeno is right beside me and we get in the elevator without a word and press the floor. We make it up to the apartment and I tell Jeno to turn around so that I can type in the password. Walking into the house feels as if I’m walking to my death and I get this feeling deep inside and it brings so much anxiety.

“Ok lets continue.” I say to Jeno while I look at him.

“Truth or dare?” He questions while pulling the dice out of his pocket.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to masterbate right here right now.”

I think about it but then I just say ‘Fuck it.’ Pulling my pants down I nervously worm my hands down to my underwear and I immediately feel just how wet I am and that causes a moan to fly out of my mouth and I start to work myself up.

Rubbing my finger around my clit I feel that little tingle that comes from it and it is enlivening. I feel myself get wetter over time and then the moans start to bubble up until they are uncontrollable.

I feel like something is burning into and I realize that I got so into it that I forgot that Jeno was watching me do this to myself. I didn’t know I was this horny but I was too far gone. I had already started and I wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.

“Ahh f-fuck, Jeno mm truth or dare?”

“...Truth.”

I take my hand deeper into my underwear and stick a finger inside. The penetration although not much made my moans come out even louder and I wanted more, so I asked the unthinkable, “J-jeno do you want to f-fuckk me.” It was like I had set off a bomb that released him from his cage because the next thing I know he was all over me.

“Fuck kitten it’s about time you asked.”

“H-hold up,” I slightly push him off, “Let’s get this straight, just because we’re about to fuck does not mean that I like you now. It just means that I need some dick and you’re the only one around at this very second, ok.” I say in between breaths.

“Ok, whatever you say.” He states smugly

“Fuck you.”

“Oh please believe baby, you’re about to do just that.”

He started to take off the rest of my clothes while kissing my neck until he found my sweet spot. “Ah yes r-right there please.”

He grabs the hand that was in my underwear and holds it up.

“Damn kitten you’re soaked. Is this for me?” He states while staring me in my eyes.

“No.”

“Aw that’s too bad because maybe if it was you would’ve gotten a prize.” He says working his way down my neck to my breasts. He starts to slowly rotate them while putting gentle kisses around the nipple.

“Hmmg stop teasing you asshole.”

“Baby, I don’t really think you’re in a position to tell me what to do.” He says while holding up his hand after running it up my slit.

“Mmm like you have any room to talk.” I say while motioning to his clear erection. Deciding I’ve had enough of his shit I flip us around so that I’m on top. I look at his shocked face and say “You were taking too long for me.”

I start to palm his dick over his pants while my other hand works on unbuttoning them.

“Shit that feels so good.” He says while slowly rotating his hips.

I take my hands and push his pants and his underwear down at the same time, and when his penis pops up to slap his stomach which I then notice is bare my mouth slightly waters. I haven’t had sex in a long time because I’ve been too invested in college and volleyball, so to say that I would kill for some dick right now wouldn’t be too far off.

I slip his dick in my mouth and start to give him possibly the best head of his life. If his high pitched yelps of my name say anything.

“Ah-uh-h s-s-shit right there FUCK yes, suck that dick baby.”

I take my tongue and slowly caress his dick in my mouth from as far as I can reach to the very tip and I tease his slit. What my mouth can’t reach, I massage with my hands. Then I destroy his life by taking him all the way into my mouth bottoming out on his dick.

I feel Jeno clutch my hair and tense up trying not to thrust into my mouth.

“Y-you must be so hungry for my cock kit-kitten, you’re doing so well baby.” He says while rubbing my head

I feel my spit building up in my mouth so I back off a little and swallow while still around his cock and he almost has an aneurysm. He immediately takes me from around his mouth.

“Stop, if you had kept going I would’ve cum and I never cum that quick baby.” he says gingerly patting my head while looking into my eyes and running his thumb over my bottom lip. “Look at you kitten, you look so innocent, but with a mouth like that you’re anything but.”

I don’t know what it was whether it be his praises that sent shivers down my back or was it the way he was looking at me, but at that second I felt as if I was seeing him in a new light and it slightly scared me because I’ve never seen him in any other way than with hatred.

He looked so beautiful with his freshly flushed face and his moans that still rung in my ears and the taste of his pre-cum still on my tongue. It was then that my mind decided to remind me of our kiss shared earlier this week and for the first time since it happened I didn’t get heated in anger but in somethin-.

NO what the fuck am I thinking, I hate him and I’m pretty sure he isn’t feeling like this now just from some head.

Y/n calm the fuck down. I look away from him as quickly as I possibly can and clear my throat, “Uh yea so can we just like move along please?”

I think he senses my change in moods but he doesn’t say anything. “Ok cool we can totally do that kit-”

“Oh and can you also stop with the pet names.” He looked slightly hurt but agreed nonetheless.

“Let's move this to the bedroom ba-y/n.”

I can tell that what I’ve said has slightly ruined the mood but that won’t stop me, so as soon as we enter my room I push him onto the bed after I grab a condom from a shoe box under my bed.

“I want to be on top.” I say while straddling him and rolling the condom onto him, and he agrees while stating that it’s whatever I want. I take his dick and rub my wet folds against his dick slowly grinding on it past my soaked hole but not yet putting it in and you can tell it’s pure torture for him.

“Come on y/n stop teasing.”, and he slightly thrusts up as a warning.

“Mmh nope I don’t think I want to do that, this feels pretty ahh nice.” You could see the anger and irritation in his eyes. The next time you rub near your hole Jeno sits up and grabs your hips forcefully and slams you down on him basically impaling you.

The whimper/scream that was forced out sounded downright inhumane in the most wanton way. You looked utterly fucked out right then and there and he hadn’t even moved yet.

He slowly moved your hips to gyrate on him in an act of trying to get you used to the stretch before he lifted you up and slammed you back down again.

“OH fuck baby, mmh shit you feel heavenly.”, he groaned in your ear smaking your ass, “You had me so fuckin’ twisted thinking I was just about to sit here and let you tease me like that and not strike back. Now you ride this cock like a good little kitten or I’ll make you do it myself.”

You whimpered and proceeded to grind yourself against his pelvis. His dick reached spots that had never even been tapped before. You felt him everywhere. The encouraging kisses that he laid on your breasts followed by some of the darkest hickies you’ve ever had. Suddenly Jeno delivered a thrust that made you hop up and he kept giving them back to back nonstop.

“Yea my kitten likes that huh, I own this hole baby. Tell me who it belongs to.”

When I didn’t answer he decided to take matters into his own hands. Next thing I knew he had me face down ass up giving me just about all the power he could muster in his hips.

“I don’t know if you heard me but let me repeat myself and this is the only time but I said who does this belong to.” He stated.

‘You’

I didn’t reply. When he didn’t hear an answer he stopped. “No, no no no ugh fuckk don’t stop please don’t stop.” I plead while working my hips trying to get some sort of friction.

“No, you don’t get shit.” He said while starting to get off of the bed.

“Why do you want me to say that so badly? Why can’t we just fuck this one time with no strings and then go back to hating each other tomorrow?”

“Because y/n I like you ok, hell I would even say love. Look I don’t know when hate started to turn into like, but once it did it was too late to do anything about it so I just kept playing along with you because that’s the only way you would talk to me.”

“...mmsdhjvuyhm.”

“What?”

“Midnfbvud.”

“What y/n I can’t understand you, look if you don’t like me back I understand but don’t do this and just let me go sleep in another room tonig-”

“I SAID, it’s yours- I’m yours..” I said looking away flustered. He walked toward me and held my head up and with his beautiful eye smile said, “And I’m yours.”

He kissed me and it was as if nothing had ever felt as right as this, his lips moulded to mine. He proceeded to lay me down whilst still kissing me softly yet passionately.

“Damn kitten you don’t know what you do to me. Now where were we?”

He inserted his dick into me and I swear it felt even better than last time. We kept eye contact while he moved in me, albeit slower, but each thrust left me wanting more and more. Something about this felt different then when we first started. I don’t know what it was but as my hands wandered all over his body feeling his protruding muscles and I looked into his gentle eyes that leaked nothing but love and I felt as if we were one.

Grunting, Jeno asked, “ Is this enough for you baby, do you like the way I make love to you.”

“Yes oh my god yes. It feels so good, I-I feel you in every part of me.”

“Fuck don’t say that...because I won’t be able to hold back kitten.”

“Who..was asking you to?”

At that Jeno started to roughly pound into me. His thrusts were so strong that I felt the bed moving with us.

“Ffuck see this is what you do to me, you make me want to destroy you.” He grabs my ass so roughly that I’m sure there will be marks tomorrow.

“J-jen ahh I’m a-abou to uhghh cum.” I say barely being able to get my words out.

“I’m almost there too baby just wait a sec.” He mumbles into my neck. I start to feel his pants and I feel his hips stutter. Clenching onto his arms, trying not to dig my nails so deep that it draws blood I lock my legs around his waist and squeeze my walls to help him get there faster.

“Cum with me Jeno I can’t hold it any longer.”

Jeno looks into my eyes and rubs his hand against my cheek and says,“Ok my sweet kitten you can let it go.”

It was as if my body was on cloud 11 and I didn’t want to come down. A broken scream was released from my mouth and I tried reaching for the closest thing I could find, anything, everything.

Jeno thrusts one last time while cumming into the condom. He stands up off of the bed and walks over to the trash in my bathroom and ties the condom before throwing it away. Walking back to the bed he sees me get up and almost fall so he rushes over to help me.

“What are you doing standing up right now? What is it I’ll get it for you?” he urges.

“Uhh I’m pretty sure you can’t help me pee Jeno.” I chuckle in amusement.

“Oh ok well just make sure to be careful.”

I finish doing my business and make my way back to the room to see Jeno flicking through Netflix and it’s then that I realize that I’m naked so I try and hide myself so he can’t see.

“I’m pretty sure that it doesn’t matter that I see you naked now since we did just have sex, and I’ll be seeing a lot more of you now that you’re my girlfriend.” He smirks while still scrolling, “But if you’re uncomfortable with that then I understand.”

I clear my throat and make my way out of the room. I come back in with his shirt on and see his getting ready to say something until he sees me and then he blushes.

“W-why are you w-wearing my shirt?” He stutters, not looking at my way.

“Because I can, can’t I? Also I don’t ever remember you asking me to be your girlfriend, I’m waiting.” I smugly look in his eyes, “Look who’s shy now.” I say climbing into bed next to him.

“I- uhh.” He scratches the back of his neck out of anxiety. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He smiles nervously

“I don’t know Jeno, why should I?” I say in an attempt to scare him, He simpers and turns to hover over me, “Because I just gave you the best dick of your life that’s why.”

I look at him incredulously, “Some one’s cocky. Are you sure about that statement?”

“Do I need to recall you begging me not to stop. ‘oHhH jEnO PlEaSe DoNt sToP aHH AhH-’”, I start to smack his arm and push him off of me trying to hide my smile.

“Shut UP I swear, see that’s why I’m not gonna be your girlfriend.”

“Noo baby I’m sorry ok, please do me the honor of dating me I promise not to mock you again.” He says trying to stop laughing and giving me puppy dog eyes.

“Hmph, you act like you didn’t want this, do I need to recall you huh?” He hurriedly shakes his head.

Jeno looks down sadly and asks,“Are you really not gonna date me now?”

I have no choice but to swoon at how cute he was and I can’t help but to question his duality. “Oh my god you’re so cute, and of course I’ll date you.” I say holding his face up to look at me, and I peck his lips for added assurance.

“Ok let’s watch a movie. I wanna cuddle, I'm tired.” I say as I snuggle into his chest.

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Listen, it’s simple: don’t eat his dick, eat his heart

Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: Because “it’s just sex” does not exist.

Warnings: Angts, Fluff, mentions of sex, swear words, a happy ending ( is that a warning?)

A/N: Ok, because I am an awful person and doesn’t seem to control my real life I was yet AGAIN late for yet ANOTHER challenge. I’m so sorry @stuckonjbbarnes , I hope you will still like it <3

Words: 3000+

Friends with benefits was a great deal. Well… Until it isn’t and then it just sucks. Because you are stuck in a situation where the sex is really amazing, but your heart breaks every time he leaves your room with a small smirk and a quick “See ya later, doll” in this annoyingly cute and sexy Brooklyn accent.

And here you are, sitting with your best friend - Netflix, a bowl of popcorn and a beer, watching Princess Diaries hating and loving this movie at the same time. But you don’t really pay attention to it anymore. You were supposed to meet with Bucky for your little ‘routine’, but he went on a date. Of course, he sent you a message and you were happy for him. Of course, you were! You were friends after all. Friends first, lovers later… But well lovers wasn’t really a good word to use. Because there wasn’t really any love there. Well, not from his side at least. You loved him. Original right? You were the one who brought up the idea in the first place.

It was after a mission when you both were sitting in your room watching something stupid on TV. And while flipping through the programs you stopped on porn. You couldn’t help the annoyed growled that escaped you. He raised his brow and looked at you questioningly.

“You don’t like Porn?” He asked, amusement in his voice. You were both pretty close to each other. Bucky loved how you never tiptoed around him, always honest but still caring.

“Oh, no trust me. I do…” You rolled your eyes and sighed. “It’s just you know... How long do you really need to take care of your own needs?” He snorted making the beer travel all the way back through his nose. “Don’t get me wrong, Bucky. A hand is better than no hand… But you know…” You smirked seeing his amused expression. “I miss the dick.” He couldn’t help but laugh at your simplicity.

“How about you go on a date with someone? I know the guy from statistics has a crush on you.” You shook your head and took a sip of your yet another beer. You were slowly getting tipsy, which was the reason for this whole conversation. Yes, you were close to Bucky and a very open person, but you would never talk to him about those things sober. Not to him. Not to the guy you had an enormous crush on. But you were just friends and you knew from the fact that he was still not ready for a relationship.

“No, no hell no. Come on Bucky I don’t have time for dates… Especially not with someone who would not understand my way of living.” Yeah being an Avenger was a hell of a time-consuming job. “You know what I need?” You turned towards him, putting your head on the back of the couch. “A friend with benefits.” He raised his brow, taking the same position as you. “A guy I trust, love in the most platonic way and feel comfortable with. Take that guy and fuck his brain out and vice versa.” He burst out laughing and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound and scene. You loved it when he laughed. He had such a nice, smooth laugh.

“How about Steve?” You bit your lip and chuckled. “What?”

“I feel he’s a bit too vanilla for me”, his eyes widen and you could swear you noticed him take a deep breath. His pupils got a bit bigger than before, but there was still this amused smile on his face. “I would ask Sam, but I don’t know I see him more than a brother… Fucking him would be awkward.” He chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. “Ghhhh! I need sex!” You groaned annoyed, turning off the porn that was starting to get annoyingly unrealistic. Seriously? What guy can handle two orgasms in a row?

You finished your beer and opened another one (having a travel fridge next to your coach was the best idea you have ever had) gulping it almost in one shot.

“How about you, Bucky?” You finally asked, making him shift uncomfortably. “Don’t you need to have some fun?”

“What makes you think I don’t already?” Your eyes widen but you laughed when he chuckled, shaking his head. “Seriously? What girl would like to do it with me? The ex-Winter Soldier, with this…” He raised his metal arm. Despite the joking tone of his voice, you knew how he hated it.

“Don’t do that, Bucky!” You whispered, putting a hand on his thigh, making him look at you with seriousness. “You are an amazing guy. Sweet and funny. And this?” you encircled your fingers with his metal ones. A month ago he would probably flinch, but now? He actually enjoyed it. How open you were with him. Not afraid at all. “It’s pretty damn hot.” He raised his brow not expecting this. “Not to mention that you as a whole package is a yummy cookie.”

“A yummy cookie?” He repeated, the sadness in his eyes disappearing. “And let’s come back to that left-hand thing.” You laughed and laid your head on his chest, trying to hide your embarrassed face. Jesus, he always smelled so good. “No, no, no way I’m letting you drop it.”

“Well... “ You pulled back and bit your lip nervously. “There is something intriguing about it, you know… It’s a part of you, but so different. Not to mention that it gives this nice cold-hot difference.” You swallowed and took his hand and slowly pulled it up to your throat. You could see the hesitation in his eyes, but he didn’t stop you, trusting that you knew what you were doing. “That’s pretty hot.” A little moan escaped your lips when he clenched his fingers just a little bit. “Any girl would be lucky to be yours, Bucky.” You opened your eyes to meet his blown up irises, staring at your lips.

“What about you?” He whispered, his hand moving from your throat to the back of your neck. You smiled at him and just kissed him.

It was that day that all of this happened. It was three months ago and you established rules after your first night. Except for the normal sex-related rules, ins and outs, yeses and nos, there was this one rule. The most important one. If one of us wanted to get out, all they needed to do was say. But this was the problem. As much as you knew you needed to stop this arrangement before it breaks your heart into more pieces than it already has.

But you were just really pathetic. You didn’t want to end it, because you didn’t want him to leave you. Those moments with him were special. During those moments of intimacy, you could imagine that he was your and only yours. And it never mattered that when he left you just spent most of the night crying. Pathetic. You knew that and yet you couldn’t just stop it.

You looked to the side of the sound and sighed. You shouted to anyone on the other side to come in, and you sat straighter when Bucky walked in. you looked at the clock and you just noticed that it was after 10 PM. Apparently, memories took longer than you expected.

“How was your date?” You tried to make your voice as flat as possible. He couldn’t find out. If he knew that you felt something for him, you would not only lose the imaginary intimacy but him as well and that you would not survive.

“Pretty good,” He smiled and you smiled back, faking. You wanted to be a good friend, but the thought of him being happy with some other girl, made you break a little. “She was cute and actually funny.” He leaned and put his head on the back of your couch, accepting the beer you took from the travel fridge. “We’re gonna see each other on Friday.” He sounded happy and excited about it, and you forced yourself to look excited as well. Because you were his friend first. And most importantly. “So… am... “ You frowned, when he turned towards you, with uncertainty written on his beautiful face.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? You know you can talk to me, right” Your hand travelled to his arm and he smiled slightly.

“Can we stop it?” Your heart skipped a bit, understanding completely what he meant. “The sex… friends with benefits. I really liked Lucy and I don’t want to…”

“Of course!” You stopped him. Your voice was annoyingly high-pitched. You smiled and finish your beer, taking your hand off his arm. If he noticed your change he didn’t say anything. He just thanked you, and giving you a peck on the cheek, he just left. Leaving you with your heart-broken and tears rolling down your cheeks.

***

It has been a month and you know you should just let go. But you couldn’t. Not when Bucky and Lucy ‘call me Lu” were sitting in the living room with the rest fo you, watching some movie, you didn’t pay attention to. You hated it, but the girl was really great. Everyone liked her and you could see how Barnes looked at her. She was beautiful. Long blonde hair, with stunning blue eyes, small nose and plum, round lips. She had curves in all the right places. She was just fucking perfect. A bit shy at the beginning but now throwing cheeky comments here and there. Yes, she was lovable, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. It was immature, you knew. But you loved Bucky before she came along, and you couldn’t help but wonder what if… What if you’d have told him about your feelings.

“Y/N?” You looked up hearing her voice. Her lovely, angelic voice. “Would you like something to drink?” Of course, she needed to be nice. You forced yourself to smile at her in the most friendly like way.

‘Thanks, Lu. I think I’ll head to bed.” Everyone looked at you in surprise. It wasn’t even 10 o’clock and none of you had any mission tomorrow. “I don’t feel good. That’s it.”

“You ok?” Bucky asked, voice filled with concern. Why did he have to be so nice? Couldn’t he just be a dick? Hate you?

“Yeah. I think too much of the chips.” You laughed awkwardly and after saying goodbye to everyone to went to your bed. “Kill me…”

“Excuse me?” You looked up and chuckled and FRIDAY’s voice. “I don’t think I can do that, Miss L/N.”

“It’s ok, FRIDAY. I was talking to myself.”

“Mrs Potts always tells Mr Stark that it's not a healthy habit. Should I maybe get you an appointment with a psychologist?”

“Gosh!” You laughed out loud at the machine. “No thank you. I am fine.”

“Are you?” You jump hearing a voice next to the elevator doors. You walked out and looked at Natasha who literally showed up. How the hell was she able to come here before you? “Green is definitely not a good colour on you, and I am not talking about this sweater.” You looked down at what you’re wearing and sighed. Damn, you really loved that one.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, yes play damn. That always worked. You ignored her opened your doors, walking in, happy to see your bed. Yes, this is what you needed. Your comfy bed.

"Lucy is a nice girl", she started and you just rolled your eyes.

"I know", you sighed, taking pyjama from under your covers, heading to the bathroom. But this apparently didn't stop Nat, she just followed you in. Great…

"Then, why are you being a bitch?!" You stopped and turned toward her, meeting with a smirk on her lips. "You lost your chance, you remember what I always told you?"

"Yeah, yeah your brilliant 'Listen, it’s simple: don’t eat his dick, eat his heart' shit…" with no complex what so ever you started to take your clothes off and walked under the shower, enjoying the warm water falling on your stressed shoulders. "But it was never as simple, Nat."

"Love is simple. Whether it's there or it's not…"

"Well, there wasn't" you hissed, letting the water, fall on your head. "Not from his side… it was only sex. He made that perfectly clear every night he just left. Perfectly fucking perfect!"

"Come on, Y/N you can't possibly read his mind. I doubt there was nothing there but sex."

"Well, then fucking believe it!" You punched the glass wall, that was separating you and Nat. You watched the glass shatter the same way as your heart did. The tears running down your cheeks, the blood spreading from your hands, and Nat beside you, pulling you to her with a comforting hug. "I'm sorry, Nat." She shook her head and unable to stand any longer you fall on your knees, pushing her with you. "I fucked up big times, Nat… I should have ended it so much sooner… I… love him so much!" You just kept on crying while Nat tried her best to smoothen you, her heart, breaking just a bit with your pain.

It was another month when you were finally able to act semi-normal seeing Bucky with Lucy. You stayed longer with everyone during movie nights.

You weren't sure how no one never asked you about your hands nor the glass doors to your bathroom that needed to be replaced, but you were sure Nat was behind it.

You were still falling asleep crying but now you just started to live with it. Yo realised that you lost any chance to ever own his heart. What's worse, you realise you never did own his heart.

"Y/N", you froze hearing his voice. Well, trying to be ok with his relationship was hard enough, which caused you to spent less and less time with him. You tried your hardest to make sure that you never stayed alone with him. And you did an incredible job with it, until now.

"Bucky!" You smiled brightly at him, continuing on your sandwich. "Want one? I'm making a peanut butter one."

"Can we talk?" He asked quietly, watching your back.

"We are talking." You chuckled wanting to get away from the topic you knew he will want to start. "So you want that sandwich?"

"Y/N, damn it, look at me!" You jumped hearing his shout. You slowly put the knife down and turned, and you swallowed seeing his sad expression. "Please… please tell me…" he walked towards you and before you were able to move away he leaned and put his head on your shoulder, sobbing. "What have I done, that you so desperately ignore me… run away from me…" your eyes widen and tears appeared in your eyes once again. No… you never wanted to see him hurt. That was the main reason why you kept on running from him. "What did I do…"

"You haven't done anything, Bucky", your hand landed in his hair, and slowly shuffled it. You closed your eyes when he pulled away from you. You couldn't look at him. Not when you both were so vulnerable. Not when you were so vulnerable. "Jesus, Bucky, nothing of this is your fault…" you opened your eyes and looked into those beautiful blue eyes.

"Of this? Of what, Y/N? What is happening? I thought we were friends and supposed to tell everything to each other." His hands landed on your arms, the expression on his face showed how lost he really was.

You took a step back and a deep breath. There was no way of escaping it now. You were trapped in a corner and needed to say everything you tried so desperately to keep to yourself. Afraid of losing your friend.

“I made a mistake, Bucky…” You whispered, looking away unable to look him in the eyes when you confessed to him. “We decided that this all would just be sex… no feelings, no attachment and I lied to you since the beginning…”

“Y/N”

“No, please…” You shook your head and sighed deeply. “I loved you Bucky… Loved you way back… waaaay back before our little agreement... God!” You exhaled, shaking your head in disbelief, just now realising, really realising how pitiful you were. “Gosh, I’m pathetic… I could never tell you about my feeling because I knew you weren’t ready for any kind of commitment, but I wanted you… Jesus, Bucky I wanted you so much…” You laughed at your stupidity and hid your face in your hands when you started crying. “And it broke my heart every time you were leaving my room, but I prefer that than losing you… But then you met Lucy and fuck! She is perfect Bucky, really. Perfect for you. I see how you look at her. And here I am being selfish again! You’re finally in an amazing relationship and because I wasn’t able to keep my feelings chained, you will now hate me!” You let yourself look back and was met with so much sadness in his eyes.

“We broke up…” You froze hearing his shredded voice. “She wasn’t ready to be Avenger’s girlfriend…” You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. “Every fucking night I walked out of your room, hoping you’ll stop me.” Your eyes widened, and you exhaled when he walked towards you, stopping just in front of you. You looked up into those beautiful eyes and bit your lip. “I came back every night hoping that I would be able to tell you how I felt, but you seem so sure about staying just friends with benefits! Fuck!” With no words more needed he leaned in and attacked your lips. It was different than the previous once. More passionate, more loving. “Fuck, Y/N! I love you damn much!”

“Well, I guess Nat’s advice is always the best!”

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Eccentric Halloween Special

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listen up, so this is first and foremost for my amazing friend and bestest hype woman @boymeetsweevil but imma call her my wife from now on because she is my biggest supporter and i love and appreaciate her wholeheartedly! thank you for always being there for me and keeping me motivated to write even when i think my ideas are dumpster fires and not worth finishing.

Warnings: mentions of past emotional and verbal abuse, there is smut (but like ion if everyone will like it lol) sexual jokes in reference to halloween songs, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use (its just weed nothing big) let me know if i missed anything!

there are easter eggs so if you find them/think you found one feel free to come chat my ask box is always open!

The music is loud, bass thumping through the floor and in your ears with what you know to be a kpop song by a boy group that’s pretty catchy and says something about being an underdog. This reminds you of college and even if that shit was terrible and you never finished this atmosphere was very college like. Taehyung had left you alone some time ago whispering a soft ‘make some friends’ into your temple with a kiss, you’d gawked at his back because who did he think you were? Last you checked you weren’t rainbow fucking bright and you’d been dragged to this party for a, as he called it a ‘surprise’. The living room floor was overflowing with girls all dressed as slutty bees and butterflies, slutty anything really and you rolled your eyes because yeah this was exactly like a college party. The jungle juice didn't help, it tasted like ass but it did the trick you guess. You’d caught a glimpse of Jungkook not too long ago his hair had grown out, now long enough that he’d tied it up into a messy bun. He’d been dragging a girl behind him, one you’d seen once or twice wrapped around his form on your late night munchies run to the convenience store.

He’s a great guy so you’re happy for him, a little too wild but still a great guy. You’ve been here for the better part of an hour just people watching from your seat on a bar stool sitting at the kitchen island of whoevers house this is. It’s a decent spot you think as you catch glimpses of people you’ve met before and have come to call acquaintances, like Lisa who’s laughing with a group of girls in the far corner by the gaudy faux leather couch. Johnny’s here too, body molded to the back of some petite brunette dressed as what you’re pretty sure is an American Horror Story witch. Hoseok is here too swapping spit with his best friend turned girlfriend, and you consider tracking Jungkook down to see if he has any space sticks on him, or at least his pen because this party sucks and Taehyung left you by yourself and if you have to do this alone you might as well be high too.

The idea is very appealing, you chew on your lower lip weighing your options because there’s a high chance that Jungkook is fucking his cute little girlfriend in the backyard or you could find Jackson and see if he has anything on him even if his weed is shit and makes you feel sick most of the time. You groan because both those options are crap and for some fucking reason Macarena has come on and the drunks on the dance floor have begun to whoop in excitement. You refill your cup taking a sip, the mix is bitter on your tongue and you want to gag a little bit because whoever mixed it was terrible at it. God you miss Taehyung, you really want to go home to fuck him because it’s halloween and your horny but mostly because he’s got a big dick and you like the way he manhandles you. A small whine slides past your lips catching movement to your right, you peek at the couple that's just come from the hallway that you're pretty sure leads to another bathroom and the laundry room. The girl is cute, cheeks soft looking and tinted a lovely shade of ‘my boyfriend just ate my pussy’ pink. The lucky bitch you think with an internal groan. Her hair is done up in pigtails in a style you recognize automatically since Harley Quinn’s been one of your women crushes the entirety of your life, along with Lucy Lui.

Her boyfriend is sporting what looks like mint hair and a smirk you think could rival Taehyung’s. He’s kinda hot if you look closely which you aren’t because his nose doesn’t have the elegant slope that Tae’s does and neither does he have the little beauty mark. It's the alcohol you reason for the way you're comparing this very committed stranger to your very loving missing boyfriend. You just want to go home, and get some dick is that too much to ask? Thriller has played for the third time tonight when you feel the tap on your shoulder cup at your lips. You’re brows furrow, irritation sweeping over your body at being touched so casually by someone who isn’t your boyfriend or Jungkook. It's the mint haired guy you note quirking your head slightly to better hear him over the music.

“Hey, you’re ____, right?”

“Piss off fuck boy, find someone else’s leg to hump.” you say around the lip of your plastic cup. A snort comes from behind him, as Harley Quinn brings her hand up to cover her mouth. He scowls at her pinching her side and she laughs harder smiling up at him, before turning her attention to you instead.

“Sorry, we should’ve introduced ourselves first.” She smiles at you, eyes creasing in a way that rings familiar in your head but can’t pinpoint at the moment. You nod anyways since Taehyung did say to make friends.

“I’m Sweetpea and this is Yoongi, we’re friends of Tae’s.” she says hand out and you take it shaking it and Yoongi’s before pulling yours back and discreetly wiping it on your skirt.

“Nice to meet you, I’m ____, Taehyung’s girlfriend.” you say a little sheepish since he’s usually beside you when you meet more of his friends.

“Is Tae not here?” Sweetpea asks her voice lilting in a way that you wish yours would.

“He’s making his rounds, I’m just waiting til he’s done catching up with everyone.” you smile it feels forced but you’re really trying.

“Does he still do that, I'd thought he’d stopped by now.” Yoongi says wrapping an arm around Sweetpea’s waist and pulling her close. You don’t mean to be, but you're jealous of Sweetpea right now, her boyfriend holds her so tenderly and the affection in his eyes is evident. Monster Mash has been replayed a second time and you really wish your boyfriend’s monster cock was smashing the shit out of your pussy right about now. Tears prick at the back of your eyes because you just want to go home, and Taehyung has seemingly abandoned you for far too long.

“What are you dressed as anyways?” Yoongi asks, snapping you out of your little tantrum, your eyes narrowing because is he serious right now?

“Are you, like, serious?” you say with as much ditsy tv show white girl you can muster.

“Yeah, don't get me wrong you’ve got a nice face but it’s halloween you didn't have to dress as a nun.” he laughs and Sweetpea gives him this look.

“I’m not a nun.”

“Y’look like a nun to me.”

“But I’m not, I'm dressed as Sypha from Castlevania.” you say with as much annoyance as you feel, but realize that you shouldn't have to explain your costume to him. Your cheeks feel warm with embarrassment because how dare Taehyung leave you to fend for yourself against this douche.

“I mean anyone with a brain could put that together,” you scoff looking him up and down “what are you supposed to be, bargain bin Joker? Couldn't have mustered enough fucks to at least try?” you spit mentally shriviling up because wow how did you manage to fuck this up? Sweetpea is looking between you and Yoongi and you don’t blame her, here you were a near perfect stranger attacking her boyfriend when they’d been nice enough to pull you out of your little bubble. To your surprise Yoongi laughs, teeth and gums on display. It's kind of cute, you think, his laugh that is not him.

“Thats a good one, couples costumes are kinda pointless. Tae wasn’t kidding when he said you were kinda surly.”

“M’not surly, people just get on my nerves.” you pout, reaching across the island to refill your cup. If your embarrassment doesn't kill you this jungle juice will, the cup is half full when you bring it back to your lips, moving to get off your seat. Fuck it, if you have to see Jungkook’s bare ass to have a decent smoke then so be it.

“Hey, were you going?” Sweetpea asks eyes wide, god she's pretty and she kinda reminds you of Jimin but that can’t be right.

“Smoke, this was fun and all but my quota for meeting new people has reached its limit. See you around or something.” you say heading into the crowd of people on the dance floor because it was simpler to go through it than around them. Johnny shoots you a wink as you pass while the girl from earlier glares at you. There’s a throb growing in your temple, as the base of a new song vibrates from the floor and through your body. Lisa see’s you waving enthusiastically as you hand her your drink because you’re sure it's the toxic concoction making your head hurt. She smiles gratefully as you finally make it out the back door and much to your surprise Jungkook is seated at a patio set with the girl from the convenience store in his lap.

The heavy base of Freaks Come Out at Night drifts out the open doors and to your left somewhere you can hear breathy moans, a voice that sounds like Hoseok encouraging his girlfriend. You purse your lips because Hoseok came off as a bit of a prude but hey it's Halloween and at least someone’s having fun. It's much colder outside than it is in the house, but you’ll make due with the warmth of what you can make out is the stench of weed in the air. Jungkook is occupied whispering things into the girls ears as you plant your ass on the chair opposite him, he pulls away from her eyes glazed over and droopy.

“Hey where you been, we’ve been waiting for ya. You remember Shrimp right?” he asks patting Peewee’s thigh.

“Vaguely, nice to meet you.” you say and Shrimp smiles over at you, her smile is tight and you don’t want to think too much into it.

“So what have you guys been up to, you didn't bring her out here in the cold to fuck did’ya?”

“Course not, too many people inside and we didn't wanna share our chocolate.” he laughs pulling a bag of Reese's peanut butter cups from beside him.

“Kook, you said Tae told you to wait out here.” Shrimp says eyes narrowed and moving to stand from her seat in his lap.

“Don’t move you’re keeping my dick warm.” he laughs as she smacks his shoulder playfully. You’ve perked up because this is the first time all night you’ve gotten any type of word that Taehyung hadn’t just ditched you at this party.

“Look here twerp, where the hell is my shithead boyfriend?” you ask and both Jungkook and Shrimp look thoroughly chastised even though you were only talking to the former. He widens his eyes at you tilting his head to the side in a way he does when he wants to pretend he knows nothing.

“I don’t know what you mean, he’s around here somewhere. I’m sure he is, maybe Hoseok might know?” he breathes eyes darting to Shrimp who sits pretty in his lap like some sort of doll.

“Okay what the actual fuck? I just wanna go home to fuck my boyfriend and he’s playing some weird game of hide and seek.” you grunt exasperated because this was weird as fuck and Tae and his friends were getting on your last nerve. You don’t mean to cry, you really don’t, but you're frustrated and your period is just around the corner and all your friends are being weird and your boyfriend is being a shithead.

“If that's all you wanted you could've said so, but that would’ve ruined the surprise.” Taehyung says in that tone he uses when you’re on the brink of tears or already crying. Your gaze shoots over to him in an instant, tears already spilling over your cheeks flushed red in anger. He looks sheepish, but it doesn’t make you feel better.

“Go away, I don’t wanna see you.” you say planting your head on the table to hide your face.

“C’mon you don’t mean that.” he says, slowly lifting your face to meet your gaze. He’s standing between your thighs cupping your cheeks before he slowly moves to straddle your lap, a giggle comes from the couple in the other chair.

“Yes I do.” you sniff the chorus of Somebody's Watching Me ringing in your ears. He chuckles at you tilting your head up, nose nuzzling yours softly before he’s molding his lips to yours. It’s always the butterflies in your tummy that surprise you, because by now you’d hoped to be used to this feeling but you’re not. You’ve never loved someone like you do Taehyung, and it's weird because before him you were sure you just weren’t made to be loved. You’d long since opened up to him of your reasons for being so detached, cold even with anyone and everyone. It’d been hard to trust people after the various years of both verbal and emotional abuse, hell even at home it wasn’t all that great. When you’d moved to Taehyung’s peaceful little neighborhood you had made sure to keep people far away from you, that way they wouldn’t be able to hurt you. No backstabbing friends and no cheating boyfriends, just you all on your lonesome. And yet Taehyung had broken through your walls and made himself a cozy little home in your heart.

It was because of him that you were able to make progress with your therapist who was no longer your therapist and more a friend. Namjoon was a nice guy and if he hadn’t been busy tonight you would’ve invited him to this party, but he had plans with his girlfriend Bubbles. Hell you’d been shocked to learn he’d gone to school with Taehyung, because by now you were sure he was friends with pretty much everyone in town. He pulls away from the kiss forehead pressed to yours and you whine softly eyes still closed because you were sure you were dreaming. Nothing this amazing ever happened, least of all to you.

“Ready for your surprise?” he asks breath fanning over your lips and cheeks, your eyes open then curiosity swirling in their depths and it makes Taehyung smile. He pecks your lips a few times before sliding off your lap and helping you to your feet. Jungkook and Shrimp are no longer sitting in the chair, the music has stopped too and it unnerves you a little.

“You’re not gonna scare me are you?” you murmur voice sounding small and unsure of yourself because you will cry if he scares you.

“No, just relax, I wouldn’t do that to you.” he laughs, arms wrapping around your shoulders. You’re still hesitant though, he’s leading you to the house where you were sure a party was in full swing not too long ago. The lights are off inside and if this is the day you die then so be it, but you’d be damned if you don't go down fighting. You’re fists clench and unclench palms growing clammy as your nerves begin to get the better of you, your glance at him from the side maybe you can still make a run for it. Taehyung seems to read your mind because in the next moment he’s standing behind you gently pushing you forward through the door and into the dark of what’s the living room. Your heart is pounding against your ribs and you’re sure you're about to die because this is too scary.

“Ready?” He asks and a strangled noise comes from your throat in an answer. Your breathing grows heavy, lungs not taking in enough air. The lights come on as a chorus of voices yell ‘Happy Birthday’ a scream comes from your mouth followed by a loud sob, because there in the middle of what used to be the dance floor is a giant sheet cake decorated in the colors of the holiday a giant happy birthday ____ in the middle made of fondant. You’re sobbing, tears rolling down your cheeks as your friends and the crowd of strangers coo at the scene. Taehyung pulls you into a hug swaying you softly as your hands clutch at his shirt, he’s placing kisses to the crown of your head, whispering loving words into your hair.

“We got you, didn’t we.” Jungkook giggles with a present bag in hand, in fact your small group of friends all have colorfully wrapped gifts. Your sobs have turned into soft hiccups and you smile at Jungkook with a nod.

“My birthday was two weeks ago, why would you?”

“Because I promised you we would celebrate but we had work and you haven't had a party since you were five. I wanted you to have some new happy memories for your birthday.” Taehyung says with a smile. Your cheeks grow warm, heart swelling in your chest, and you think to yourself that maybe coming out to this party wasn’t so bad. The cake is cute and Taehyung had told you how it took him a whole week to plan this party. He’d gotten the cake from a pastry shop owned by his friend Jin, and when he’d mention the name you’d been shocked. Illusion had been all the rave since the pastries were delicious and affordable, the best part was that the owner was rumored to be extremely handsome. You chose not to open any of the gifts because you wanted to be able to fully enjoy them, the cake was cut and you’d enjoyed all the slices you’d eaten of the devils food cake. Yoongi and Sweetpea hugged you as they handed you your gift apologizing for anything Yoongi might’ve said to offend you. You’d laughed it off, saying that it was okay and that he hadn’t.

“So what is Taehyung exactly?” Yoongi asks playfully, smirking at you and you roll your eyes god he needed to educate himself.

The party ended early, well for you anyways after the cake you’d dance a few songs with Taehyung’s dick pressed to the small of your back, you’d made friends with Sweetpea and Yoongi. Jimin had stopped by as they were leaving and had hugged Sweetpea so tight (which you later learned was his sister), he’d brought along a ‘friend’ who was a medical examiner in the morgue of the police station he worked at. You’d nearly choked seeing her, she introduced herself as Dove who enjoyed scaring Jimin and worked with dead people she explained. She’d come as Strawberry Shortcake, her wig a bubblegum pink and her outfit intricate with lace and frills. She talked fast which normally would've been fine but the jungle juice had been too much. Jimin had steered her away from you as you looked sleepily to Taehyung, packing up as much cake as you thought you could eat. The night however hadn’t ended with the party. Taehyung had driven you to his house which he liked to think was closer than yours, and now here you were giggling up a storm as he did his best impression of Trevor Belmont from Castlevania.

“What say you Speaker, do you think you could handle Taehyung Belmont’s thick length?” you snort.

“Length? Who even says that?” he’s laughing body molded to yours still dressed in his costume, and you feel the laugh more than hear it. You’d been lazily kissing on his bed not long ago, making up for all the time you hadn’t kissed him earlier when you’d asked him if you could have his Magic Stick. He’d pulled away from your lips an elegant brow raised in question, you’d giggled first encouraging him into an all out cringe war.

“Okay, enough of that.” he says going back to your neck nipping gently before smoothing his tongue over the irritated skin. He's careful to pull your costume off, hands meeting the warmth of your skin after discarding each item. You shiver the cool air nipping at your heated skin, as Taehyung trails kisses down your neck to your chest.

“Tae.” you whine as he kisses one of your tits then the other.

“S’okay baby, I got you.” he whispers, taking a nipple in his mouth. He’s careful with you today and for some reason it warms your insides. One of his hands has trailed down your body cupping your pussy, he runs his fingers over your lips testing your wetness. A moan slips from your mouth because it never takes long to work you up, he chuckles against your tit. He teases your entrance with the tip of his finger before dragging it to your clit and applying a little bit of pressure. You’re pussy clenches growing wetter with every circle off his fingers on your clit, he slides his fingers back down slowly slipping in a single digit. It feels good, the angle just barely manages to scrape against that spot only he’s ever found.

“Oh god” you cry softly as he slowly slides another finger in, he shushes you with a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re doing so good baby, can you take another?”

“Y-yes, please.” Taehyung sighs into your skin adding a third finger and thrusting a little faster into your pussy. There’s a soft squelching sound as more of your slick gushes from your entrance, coating his fingers as they continue to pump in and out of your pussy. You’ve started to shift your hips thrusting into his fingers to add to the grown friction, a coil pulling tanut in your belly. A warmth settles in the low of your belly growing as you swivel your hips to meet his pace, you’ve lost the ability to think as Taehyung pulls his finger from you rubbing at your clit with his slicked up fingers and groaning as your hips jolt off the bed.

“Tell me what you want.” he says, pulling his fingers away from your clit making you whine at the loss.

“Want your cock.”

“Think you’re pretty pussy can take me baby?”

“Yes, please, please.” Your eyes are glazed as you watch him pull off his shirt tossing it to the side, then yanking down his pants boxers and all. He wraps a hand around his cock pumping a few times spreading the precum that's beaded at the tip. He’s reaching over to the nightstand, when you place a hand to his arm. His eyes meet yours in a question, one that makes your cheeks heat further.

“I want to like this.” you say suddenly shy, eyes darting away from his. He smiles softly using his clean hand to bring your gaze back to his.

“Are you sure?” he asks, you nod spreading your legs wider to better fit his hips. He kisses you soft, just the way you like as he slides his cock through your slick and lining himself to your entrance. He’s sliding in slowly filling your pussy inch by inch watching your expression and the way he disappears inside you. He starts off slow sliding in and out of you in a way that you know is his way of making you feel every inch of him. His cock hits deep like this, it’s your favorite position because you’re surrounded by him. His hair is hanging in his face, brows furrowed, as he thrust a little faster into your heat, your pussy clenches every time his cock hits that spongy bundle of nerves his finger barely managed to scrape.

“Yes, right there” you sigh letting your eyes slip closed as he pumps his hips faster into your pussy. The squelch grows louder as do your cries, taehyung grunts at the way your pussy tightens around his cock, your chest is flushed and your hands scramble to find something to hold on to. There’s tears at your lash line pooling at the corner of your eyes ready to fall but haven’t. He drops his weight wrapping his arms around your body and switching your positions. Your eyes have fluttered open with a gasp, his cock hitting that much deeper with you on top, you feel shy again as his gaze travels over your naked chest falling to where he’s inside you.

“C’mon baby fuck me, fuck yourself on my cock.” he says taking hold of your hands intertwining your finger and bringing them to his lips. You lift your hips dropping them quickly, your breaths are shaky as the warmth grows, you swivel your hips grinding your clit against his pelvis. Your hands are rested on your hips still intertwined with his as he thrusts up to add to the friction. The tears finally fall, your cries increase as you cum, your pussy clamping down on Taehyung's cock as he pumps his hips to prolong your high and find his own, you’ve stopped moving thighs twitching as your walls pulse around him. Your head is buried in his chest and you manage to shift your hips slightly when his muttered curses finally make it into your ears. You’re sensitive, but you’ll be damned if he doesn’t cum in you the first time you go sans condom.

“Fuck yeah, just like that.” he groans as a new warmth fills you, he’s panting hands settled on your hips while you lay limp against his chest.

“I love you.” you mumble against his skin feeling him stiffen beneath you.

“W-what?” he asks, you shift sitting up and lovingly gazing down at him.

“I love you.” you repeat as he gazes at you with love in his eyes and smiles. It’s the first time you’ve said it and its not because of the sex, but because you’re finally ready to give your heart away again, this time though you know for sure its in good hands.

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party’s not over [p.p. x f!oc]

So this is just a trial. I’m not going to tag here, but I really would like @feral-pixiedreamgirl to read it. I know this isn’t as good as my other smut stories but I tried?

paring: peter pevensie x female!oc (eva skye)

Eva Skye Pevensie knew she was the life of the party. It was her 21st birthday and she was enjoying herself. She laughed with her friends, flirted a little with the boys, and chatted with her relatives. She danced the night away with her siblings and parents and even did a song number as a thank you for those who made it.

“You having a good time?” someone whispered in her ear. She was chatting with one of her girl friends and she spun around to see Peter standing behind her with a huge smile on his face. “Well?”

Eva Skye smiled. “I know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing, so enlighten me.”

She turned back to her friend and excused herself. Lilli simply nodded as she stared at Peter. Eva Skye rolled her eyes and hooked her arm around her brother’s. “So you do have a crush on Lilli.”

“Who told you that?” Peter asked, sounding a little surprised.

“Lilli did.”

Peter laughed. “She’s attractive but I don’t have a crush on her.”

“Don’t deny it. She obviously thinks you guys have a mutual attraction.”

“But I don’t like her. Not in that way.”

Eva Skye bit her bottom lip. “I’m having a good time,” she said. “I’m a little sad it’s almost time to end but I had a grand time.” She smiled up at him. “Are you having a good time?”

“I am,” he answered. She waved at a friend who had called her and let go of her brother’s arm. Before she left, she heard him murmur, “Party’s not over yet.”

Peter Pevensie had a necktie in his hand. He unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt and was walking around the house with only socks on. He had to make sure everyone was in bed. He knew his parents had retired early, Susan and her husband had locked their door, and Edmund and Lucy were sleeping like babies. He then crept towards the room of his target.

He knocked and Eva Skye peeked out a few seconds later. “Peter,” she said, smiling. “Why are you still up?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Can I come in?” His sister widened the opening of the door and he walked inside slowly. She had already taken off her dress and finished showering. She smelled like peaches. “Great party, huh?”

Eva Skye nodded. “Best birthday so far.” She looked down and noticed the fabric in his hand. “What’s with the tie?”

Peter shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

“Um...okay.” She walked to her vanity and sat down as she brushed her hair. “So what’s up?”

Peter took this opportunity to get up and head to the door. He heard his sister ask where he was going. He didn’t respond, instead, he locked the door and bolted it shut. He turned around and saw the confusion in her eyes. When she asked him why he did so, he stretched the necktie and walked towards her.

“You’re not going to kill me, are you?” she asked with a nervous chuckle.

“Of course not,” he replied. “Just...we’re gonna do something fun.”

“Fun like—oh! Peter!” He had taken off her glasses and covered her eyes with the necktie he had brought and was trying to tie a tight knot as she tried to take control of the fabric. “Peter! What are you doing!? Stop it!”

Once he had tied a firm ribbon, he held on her shoulders and snaked them down to her hips as he whispered, “The party’s not over yet, Eva. I’m going to give you the time of your life.”

Eva Skye’s breath hitched. “Wh-what are you going to d-do?”

Peter lifted the pajama shirt and touched her skin. It was light but he could still feel her tingle. He raised his hands and stopped just below her breasts. “Say yes, Eva. Tell me to go on.”

“I’d rather n-not,” she answered.

He frowned. “Pity.” He took his hands away from under her shirt and stood up straight. He saw his sister sigh in relief. Then, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up. When he heard the squeak coming out of her mouth, he quickly let one of his hands reach up to cover her from making noise.

“You’re making this harder for the both of us,” he said.

Eva Skye’s muffled screams filled the room. Peter threw her on her bed and watched as she crawled back while he unbuttoned his jeans. As he unzipped his zipper, Eva Skye paused. “Did you like that sound?” he asked.

Eva Skye shook her head. “Don’t do this, Peter. Please.”

“I see the way you look at me, Eva. Don’t deny it. You want me.” She swallowed. “But don’t worry. I want you, too. Don’t tell me you can’t see the way I look at you.”

“I don’t w-w-want you, P-Peter,” she said. “Th-this is wrong. And you know it.”

Peter shrugged. “It’s happening, might as well continue it.” He threw his pants down and kicked them away. “Take off your shirt, Eva. Or I’ll have to do it for you.”

When Eva Skye shook her head, he sighed and kneeled down on the bed. When he reached her, his hands had begun to unbutton the first button before he tore the shirt and threw it to the side.

“Pe—oh!” She had wanted to scream at him for ripping her shirt but he had placed one hand on one breast while he began sucking the other. “Please stop,” she murmured.

Peter stopped his actions to look at her. “But you’re enjoying this, Eva.” He bent down and kissed her. Eva Skye squirmed as her hands flew to his shoulders trying to push him away. “If you just cooperate, it shouldn’t take too long. ...for you.” He untied the knot of the necktie and she sighed in relief, only to see him with a wicked grin. “Are you going to cooperate or do I have to bound your hands with this?” He held up the necktie.

“Cooperate,” she replied. “I’ll cooperate.”

“Good girl.” He let go of the tie and instructed her to sit up. “Do I have to get this shirt off myself?”

Eva Skye stayed still until Peter held on to her waist. “I’m waiting.”

She immediately began to unbutton the dress shirt slowly. Peter noticed the change in her breathing. “You’ve been looking at me the whole duration of the party.”

She didn’t respond, only looked at the buttons she was trying to undo.

Peter frowned. “You could at least respond to me, Eva.”

She looked up at him and glared before returning back to her work. When she reached the last button, she took it off and looked down at his body. “Do the other girls do that for you?” she muttered.

Peter cocked his head, pretending not to hear her. “What?”

Eva Skye shook her head. “No, it’s nothing.” She looked up at him. “Can’t we just stop?”

Peter bent down to kiss her once again. She didn’t respond. He hooked his arm on her waist and slowly, they laid on the bed. “Kiss me,” he said. “Kiss me back.”

She shook her head.

Peter sighed. “I was going to do this nicely but….” He pulled down her pajamas along with her panties. He grabbed her arms and pinned them on each side of her. Bending down, he licked her from her stomach to her neck, then sucked at her tickle spot. Eva Skye couldn’t help but giggle. Peter smiled. However, she tried to knee him but it only resulted in him bringing one of his hands down to rub her clit.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out.

“So you do like it,” he observed, feeling her wet cunt. “You keep denying me, denying this, but you’re enjoying it.”

“Stop, stop, stop!”

He shook his head. “No way, little sister.” He let go of her hands to remove his boxer briefs, his dick springing out, hard and ready, and quickly shoved Eva Skye back down on the bed as she tried to escape. “Stretch your legs, baby sister. Let your big brother in.”

Tears sprung formed in her eyes as she shook her head. “No, no, no, no.”

He kissed the tears away. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll take care of you, I promise. I’ll be the best big brother.” He pumped his cock with one hand before putting it inside her tiny hole slowly. “Aw fuck.”

The insides of Eva Skye retracted, making herself tighter. Peter groaned at the small space she had made and began to move in and out of her. He was slow and gentle, wanting her to feel as good as he is. But she whimpered and shook her head. This enraged him. His fingers danced on her stomach before crawling up to her neck. Then, without warning, gripped her hard. “You’re going to enjoy this or you’ll be sorry.”

“Peter—!” She managed to say. “Peter stop!” Her hands flew to his wrist. “Peter!”

His eyes widened and he immediately let go. What had he done?

Tears fell from her eyes. “Please, stop. Stop it, Peter.”

But he didn’t. In fact, he quickened his pace then licked his hand before rubbing her clit once more. “I’m going to make you cum.”

“I’m not going to.”

“Oh, you will.”

And he was right. It didn’t take long before the familiar knot in her stomach appeared. She clenched herself, allowing Peter to moan and curse.

“You ready to cum, baby sister?”

She shook her head.

“It’s okay, cum for me. Cum for your brother.”

Peter knew he just needed one more push. But as she screamed, thrashed and wailed, he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. As Eva Skye lay panting on the bed, her eyes closed, one arm across her belly, the other on the bed. Peter looked at her, watched her, stared at her. She was the most beautiful being he has ever seen. And with that thought, he bent down, kissed her, and orgasmed inside of her.

Once he was done, he took himself out and laid beside her. Their breaths synched and he groaned. “That was good.”

But he turned to her, his eyes widened. “Oh shit,” he cried out. His face softened as he cupped his sister’s cheek and wiped the tears away. “I made you cry. I knew we should’ve stopped. But you wanted this and you didn’t do our safe gesture and say our safe word. I should have stopped, I—.”

Eva Skye silenced him with her index finger by his lips. “Peter, I cried because I wanted it to feel real. And no, I’m glad you didn’t. That felt so damn good.”

“But if you wanted it to feel real then—?”

“I still thought of you. It’s just kinda hard to explain.” She giggled.

Peter sighed. “Okay okay.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She responded. “And thank you.”

He smiled and kissed her. “Next time you’ll want me to be tied up,” he joked.

She gasped, a grin on her face.

“Oh no.”

#misc: cherish writes

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bohrapbois · 5 years

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FULL MARKS

Chapter 7

A Joe Centred Chapter! A thing no one requested but I wrote anyway woo!

Description - Ben just so happens to fall head over heels for a Mysterious Man who loves baseball and cracking terrible jokes. Mysterious Man also turns out to be the father of one of Ben’s students.

Warnings - Full blown relationship Hardzello, with plenty of angst, fluff and future smut.

Word Count - 1,442

After tossing and turning most of the night, Joe had been thankful when Beth climbed into his bed and straight into his arms. Although he was feeling like shit and was still shaken up by the whole ordeal, having his daughter with him gave him something to concentrate. The rest of the night consisted of Joe stroking Beths hair over and over, long after she had fallen asleep, and with her steady breathing ghosting his collarbone, Joe managed to get some sleep in as well.

In the morning, Joe spent extra time cutting his daughter’s toast into dinosaur shapes and using extra jam on the pieces he messed up. Beth didn’t take much time admiring the artistry of her breakfast and managed to scoff them all down in the time in took Joe to pour himself some cereal.

After breakfast, it took some convincing to get the Mazzello’s off the sofa they had draped themselves on, but Joe needed to do some things today and slowly but surely, the hours were ticking by and escaping him. Closer to mid-day than intended, they locked the front door and made their way into town, hands clasped tightly.

Joe lived close enough to the town centre that he didn’t need to use the car all the time. Their house was bigger than many on the street, had a good yard and plenty of growing space - handed down to Joe from his parents who moved to the town over. The small area Joe called home was good enough for him but he understood it didn’t appeal to everyone.

Beth preferred the quiet community anyway - always outside doing something. Her favourite at the moment was making mud pies and prodding Joe until he ‘ate’ it. His lovely colourful flowers had long since been destroyed and dug out in favour of his daughter rampage of mud-pie-cafe. There was a small plastic play house in the corner of the garden, full of spiders and other insects. It had been gifted by a lovely neighbour whose children had long outgrown it, but Beth prefered to be outside in all that means. The amount of times Joe had had to chase a tiny naked Beth around the garden and pull a worm from her hand/ear/mouth.

But right now, with no worm in sight, Beth dragged her feet. She was grouchy from lack of sleep - already so concerned for others - and slightly sticky from residue jam (also known as dino blood). Joe tugged her along for a few more minutes but when she simply stopped walking and dragged her feet under her, Joe gave up, stopping and leaning down, placing his princess on his shoulders as he continued into town.

Walking into main street with his daughter clinging to his ears, Joe stopped to greet some familiar faces. It wasn’t unusual to find the young Mazzello on her father's shoulders, and a friendly shop owner was even prepared with a lolly for her to suckle on as Joe stopped and nattered about the changing weather to anyone and everyone.

An hour later, Joe’s bag full of the weeks groceries, he made a familiar turn down a certain street. Beth, now back on her own two legs, squealed and started running towards the big building. Joe had to run after her, grasping his bag to his chest so the lettuce wouldn’t escape. Beth bounded up the stone steps and rushed through the open doors, still squealing.

Joe finally got inside, only panting slightly as he stopped in the main lobby. Having been here for the last couple of years, Beth hadn’t really known a time before her dad worked at the museum, and although small, she still gave every piece her full attention.

It doesn’t really change all to often, sometimes a travelling piece comes in for a couple of weeks, but the permanent features still needed to be cared for. Joe ducked behind the reception desk, greeted John as he left his groceries on the floor before following his daughters noises deeper into the museum.

Hearing some familiar voices, Joe couldn’t stop the smile on his face even before he fully came into the Egyptian area.

Rami was kneeling next to Beth, both talking a million miles an hour about the one mummy the museum has. They have a tradition to talk to the mummy as if it was a real person and quite often would make up stories about who they were and what they did. This time, sounds like the mummy was called Mary and she was a very pretty dancer.

“And-and-and she was really good at doing twirls!” Beth demonstrated to her godfather what she was talking about and stumbled her way through a twirl.

“What did you think of Beth’s twirl, Mary?” Rami stared up at the silent mummy before turning to Beth with a grin, “said you were magnificent, darling”. Beth squealed, blushing her way through a curtsy.

Joe hung back, leaning against the large doorway, happily watching his daughter and best friend interact. Truth be told, Rami was an important part of this rag-tag family. He helped Joe through his toughest times and loneliest hours, and when Beth started to ask questions about her Mommy and why she didn’t come over much anymore, Rami would always distract the little girl and leave Joe some alone time. When Rami told him he was dating the cute veterinary nurse from down the road, Joe had been privately anxious - would this new woman pull Rami away from them? Would she not have time for Beth or Joe? Would he be alone again? But the moment he met Lucy, he knew he worried over nothing. She was brilliant, fitting in as if she had always been apart of the group and the three soon became a four.

He already had his best man suit picked out. He liked to be prepared.

After he broke up the little moment and he, Rami and Beth had wandered through to the little canteen, the events of last night came up again.

“Man, come on,” Rami had his arms wrapped around Beths waist, who was now dosing on his lap after finally giving in to the sleep her body craved, “Lucy has his address”.

“Yeah, but it’s a bit weird to turn up to the house of your daughters teacher just to ‘check up’ on him”. Just so happened that the teacher was hot and he had a crush on him, but that was for a different crisis moment, “and anyway, what would I even say!” Throwing his arms up in the air, Joe leant backwards, plastic chair creaking as it was pushed up on to it’s two back legs.

“Um, maybe something along the lines of ‘Hope your ok and that dick didn’t hurt you too bad’?”

“Nah, sounds weird,” Joe stretched further, trusting the thin legs more than he probably should.

“Why don’t you just admit you’ve been having wet dreams about him?” Rami shuffled Beth so she snuggled into his chest, freeing up one of his arms and allowing him to drink his room-temperature coke.

Joe spluttered, losing balance and crashing his chair back forward, checks red and eyes wide as he rapidly checked around the very empty room to make sure that the people who weren’t there didn’t hear that. “What the heck man!”

Rami just shrugged.

“No, no, you know what, no, it was a stupid idea anyway and I shouldn’t have even listened to you,” Joe crossed his arms and glared at Rami, ignoring his flaming ears.

“But you did, because you want to go see Mr. Hotty and need an excuse,” Rami took another slurp from his drink as he stared down his best friend. They had known each other for ten years, there was no reason to play coy and pretend not to know each other's mannerisms. Like Joe shifting his eyes just over Rami’s shoulder meant that he was right but Joe didn’t want to admit it.

“Turning up at his house ain’t cool though,” Joe mummered, “‘Oh yeah, hope you don’t mind,’” Joe began in a mocking voice, “‘My bestfriends girlfriend happens to work with your housemate and gave me your address because I think your hot and was wondering if you’d like to go get a drink sometime?’” He finished with a pointed stare and arched an eyebrow.

Rami just shrugged again, “maybe you don’t have to go in so much detail and maybe some small talk before you ask him on a date, but yeah, that’s the right idea”.

Joe just groaned, letting his head fall heavy on the table.

(Did anyone pick up on the tiny, one word cameo in this chapter?)

Tag List- @benhardy-1 @hey-holtzy @watercolouredreams @ellie-hegeman @cyndagoaway @kiraling88

#full marks #my work #my fic #hardzello #ben hardy #joe mazzello #beth mazzello #(hell yeah this little pumpkin gets her own tag now woo)#bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rapsody movie #queen cast

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bluboothalassophile · 5 years

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Getting to Know More

Fun facts about Terry McGinnis:

He was a notorious middle child in a HUGE family: Dick, Jason, Athanasia, Cassandra, Tim, Duke, Damian, Alina, himself, Helena, Thomas, Bruce Jr., and Matt. His extended family included Dick’s wife, and Dick’s kids, Thomas, Mar’i, and Jake; Jason’s adopted daughter Lian Harper; Tim’s wife, Stephanie; and Duke’s wife; Claire Clover. His extended, extended family also had Uncle Luke’s and Aunt Babs’ kids; Carrie and Nell, Bette Kane, Grampa Lucius, and, well, at this point one got the picture; huge ass colony of Bats living in Gotham here.

He shredded it where skateboard, hockey, motocross were concerned, but he had the coordination of a spaz for baseball and surfing.

His mom was awesome on epic proportions. Seriously, he didn’t know how she did it but she redefined super mom.

Another thing to know, he totally did not have a crush on the Princess of Atlantis, he was only going with her to this movie because he happened to like it, and because Mareena was the only chick he knew who didn’t like chick flicks (Mar’i, Helena, Lian, and Max could all go Suck It! He was going to see a damn action flick if it fucking killed him this year!) Mareena just also happened to like action flicks, which was why she was here with him.

Standing there in the theatre line he tried not to stare at Mareena who was hiding her identity under a hoodie she had stolen from his room when she had walk up to the Manor with a movie for them to see. Mareena did not have friends in Atlantis who appreciated the arts of action flicks. Terry didn’t care though, he was no longer being that weirdo who was going to a theatre alone. Also, she was a chick Dana could not get jealous over and drive him insane. He would think college meant that the drama would die off with the age grow up, but apparently not. And he was not getting blue balls because Dana was having imaginary jealous fits over imaginary slights.

“Why can the line not move faster,” Mareena huffed.

“Because the line is moving this pace because people are slow. Besides, we’re ahead of the line for the premiere line,” he jabbed his thumb over his shoulder to show her. Mareena frowned.

“You people are annoying,” Mareena said icily.

“How are we annoying, you wanted to go to this movie, so I’m going with you to see this movie,” he said.

“I would’ve asked someone else, but,” she started.

“There’s no one but Don and Dawn, and we both know there’s no way in hell that Barry and Iris would let them come.”

“I could’ve gone to New Krypton,” Mareena argued.

“Oh yes, because watching their movies is so entertaining,” Terry rolled his eyes.

“You land dwellers have no appreciation for the fine arts of moving with a flow,” Mareena argued.

“Pipe down, and don’t draw attention of the paparazzi,” he snapped when her hood started falling off of her head, which had him pulling it more firmly over the green hair of hers. Only disadvantage of going to the movies with Mareena was the fact her hair glowed in the dark. But other than that, trade offs, made it worth it!

“You do realize they’d be more inclined to notice you and not me, right?”

“I’m wearing a Gotham Knights cap, and I am not royalty, I’m just one of a hundred Wayne kids,” Terry point out.

“I thought you were a Prince,” Mareena said.

“No, I’m a Wayne,” he said. “Not royalty.”

“You are also…” she held up her index fingers by her head and smiled a bit.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t count,” he shrugged. Dick had been Batman, Jason had briefly been to save Dick’s wedding, Cass currently was, Damian was next. It wasn’t anything special anymore, it wasn’t special in the family he belonged in. Though B was still the control freak behind the scenes for them so technically B was still the Bat.

“Why not?”

“Cause B’s the big man in charge.”

“Your dad is in a wheelchair,” Mareena pointed out.

“Partial paralyses is not a disability, it just means his legs have to take a break sometimes and Mom has to push him around, it’s not abnormal to what normally happens with him,” he shrugged.

“You guys have issues,” Mareena stated.

Terry merely shrugged. “Dad’s fine, we’re fine, it’s all fine!” he snorted.

“Last time you said that everything was on fire,” Mareena stated.

“Let me restate we’re fine. But mostly keep your hair away so I don’t have to explain to Dana why the hell I’m seen with another woman.” Terry stated.

“Ah, the nefarious Dana, why are you still dating that woman?” Mareena asked. “She was bratty when you were a teen, she’s worse now.”

“Not all of us get fairy tale romances,” Terry shrugged. “Besides, I like sex, sex is a great relief to the stress of everything.”

“You sound like a cad.”

“You should hear my sisters talk,” he shrugged. Mar’i, Helena, Max, and Lian were way worse than him about the sex talks, girls were all about feelings, and emotions and connections, it was annoying, and they always talked about it and guys! Terry probably knew more about women than the average guy and it was a disturbing amount information his sisters had given him. And just to clarify, he thought of Mar’i, Lian and Max as his sisters because he had known them since he was in diapers! It was hard to think of them as anything remotely close to something other than sisters.

“And you shouldn’t knock down romance,” Mareena stated. “Your family has the most epic love stories according to my father. Other than maybe Diana and Steve’s.”

“You’re nuts!” he sputtered.

“Am not, the story of B and Selina, Dick and Kori, Jason and Raven, Tim and Stephanie, B and Talia,” she stated. “Epic romances.”

“That’s just gross, and disturbing to think about my family’s love lives,” he grimaced.

“You guys are secret sweethearts I bet,” Mareena decided with a cheeky smile.

“We are the Knight! We are the Terror of Nightmares! We are NOT Sweethearts! Even Alina is even an epic of epic badasses,” he argued. His phone buzzed and he pulled it out to see the text was from his mom.

“What’s up?”

“After the movie we need to go get Matt, Carrie, Tommy and Nell from school. Babs and Luke had to go to Africa,” he said.

“Oh.”

“So we’ll get them, get a slice, and then I’ll drop you off, or are you tubing?” he asked.

“Why would I be tubing?”

“Cause it’s up or down with you,” he retorted.

“Can I stay? I haven’t hung around the surface too much, and I do not want to go to the Tower,” she said.

“Yeah. Julia will help us set up a room for you,” Terry said. Julia had come to Gotham recently because Alfred was sick.

“Who is Julia?” Mareena asked.

“Julia is Alfred’s daughter,” he answered.

“Alfred is not B’s father?” she said in bizarre wonderment.

“Uh… yeah, not a secret,” he pointed out. “Alfred is awesome, and he’s totally grandpa, but he’s not blood.” Terry shrugged.

“WHAT!?” Mareena sputtered. Terry jumped a bit as he stared at her bewildered expressioned.

“What!?”

“He’s not blood!?”

“No, I mean, like ninety percent of my family isn’t blood.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “It’s not news.”

“I…” she started. “I always thought you were related,” he said.

“Really?”

“Black hair, blue eyes, ungodly pale.”

“What about Duke or Damian!?” he sputtered.

“Okay, so you don’t all look alike,” she rolled her eyes.

“Exactly, and we are all pretty much adopted. Only Athanasia, Damian, Alina, Helena, Tommy, Junior, Matt and I are actually B’s blood kids.”

“I thought you were just… you know, cause you’re a huge family and dad says B started young, really young, so I just assumed,” she shrugged.

“It’s all public record,” he shrugged. “B hasn’t been shy about it. Dick, Babs, Jason, Cass, Tim, Duke, Steph, technically and kind of, Harper, Cullen, Bette, and Renee.”

“I just thought you were related, and I thought you were also, you know,” she shrugged innocently.

“What else did you think we were!?” He sputtered.

“Vampires,” she said innocently.

“I hate dad for starting that rumor,” Terry muttered sourly.

“That one is funny though!” She persisted. “Hal told me, before I met you guys, that you were all demons.”

“Well, Rae is,” he shrugged.

“I thought your dad was big anti- anything that isn’t human marrying into my family,” Mareena said.

“Luci made valid points which had B accepting the fact marrying into a family as divine and powerful as Rae’s is a… you know, it’s kind of a divine honor,” Terry shrugged. “Besides, I didn’t know they weren’t married until they were officially married.”

“You didn’t know they weren’t married?” Mareena asked.

“They’ve been together since I was in diapers,” Terry shrugged.

“Really?”

“Yes really. I’m pretty sure they were the ones who found me,” Terry said.

“I’m learning more about you than I ever thought possible.”

“All of this is actually public record.”

“Really?” she asked skeptically.

“My biological mother was Mary McGinnis, she was married to Warren McGinnis, they died in a car crash when I was three days old and they were driving home from the hospital. I’m technically property of A.R.G.U.S. so Waller took me in, Jason found me about a year later,” Terry explained.

“That’s weird,” she decided.

“No, what’s weirder is the fact that Matt is my full brother,” Terry stated. “Mary and Warren were dead five years before Matt was even conceived, and he’s my full brother.”

“What?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you were B’s blood son,” Mareena said carefully.

“I am. Waller injected a serum into Warren McGinnis’ DNA to scramble his own DNA to match with Bruce’s. Warren was a chimera essentially thanks to Waller’s tinkering,” Terry said. “I’m a ‘clone’ of Bruce’s in a way or I was supposed to be with what Waller set up, and I’m his son, but NO, he did not get involved in the conception of me or my blood brother Matt. He’s the genetic material for us. He’s still Dad though since he’s well, Dad,” Terry shrugged.

“That’s complicated.”

“That’s my family. Also, completely public record,” he shrugged.

“You’re not normal,” she said icily.

“What!? I’m completely normal! I’m going to a movie, and with you no less, in broad daylight, and I’m not turning to ash because of the sun either!” he smiled.

“You’re sounding like a assbutt,” she muttered.

“Asshole,” he corrected. “And you started it.”

“What did you expect from my family?” she asked.

“Lots of energy,” he answered honestly. “Dad always said that you guys were energetic like no tomorrow and wild, also unpredictable, dangerous, and loud, very loud.”

“You expected that!?” she sputtered.

“Did you think I was expecting a mermaid from Little Mermaid, fishtail and all?” he asked her.

“Yes!”

“Nah,” he shrugged.

“You’re an ass,” she informed him.

“I’m aware.”

“Good.”

“Besides, I’m a you know,” he shrugged. “Being unpleasant and assholes in general are required.”

“Oh! The ticket booth! And next time we are dropping your family name to get into the movie.”

“You wanted to be a normal American teen this time instead of being a Princess of you know,” he said.

“I did not want that. You wanted that. Freaking love of invisibility. I swear if you were metas you’d all be like that.”

“Rae cast an invisibility spell once, that was awesome, terrifying and cool.”

“Why!?”

“Oh, the demons were hunting her, I was like seven, and it was a giant hide and seek game,” Terry said.

“That’s not normal.”

“You grew up under the sea,” he pointed out.

“You grew up in Gotham.”

“I don’t like you right now,” she decided.

“You adore me, I’m paying for the movie,” he pointed out.

“True,” she decided.

“Awe, you two are an adorable couple!” the ticket attendant said when they stepped up to buy the tickets for S.O.S. “First date?”

“We’re not a couple,” Terry stated as he paid for the tickets.

“But we are friends!” Mareena declared slinging her arm around his shoulders.

“Barely.”

“You adore me!” she declared.

Terry rolled his eyes as the ticket clerk chuckled but gave them their tickets. “I’ll spring for the snacks, you get the good seats,” he ordered as they had their ticket punched and walked into the crowd.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one shot #hopes for a bastard spoilers #hopes for a bastard universe #terry mcginnis #mareena curry

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tj having a secret talent, maybe being a dancer and when the ghc find out him and buffy bond over dance

Kippen triplets ASSEMBLE

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“Alright, what are we starting with?” TJ asked, stepping away from the barre. His stomach dropped when he glanced up and found Lucy pulling on a black tutu and black pointe shoes. “Lucy, no.”

“TJ, yes,” Lucy responded. “You have got to get over your fear of the Black Swan coda. If I can do those fouettés, you can do your turns, pirouettes à la seconde and all.”

“Uh, I doubt that heavily. You’re like, a legitimate ballerina,” TJ protested.

“Oh, yeah. I’d forgotten you were a tree.” Lucy rolled her eyes, pushing TJ into the center of the studio. “Come on. 20 consecutive pirouettes seconde into 15 attitude turns.”

“What?! There are only like 15 in the coda!"

"This isn’t the coda!”

“I still can’t do twenty into fifteen, no matter the routine!”

As the pair bickered, Andi, Buffy and Cyrus walked into the building. Cyrus nodded toward studio 5, a door near the right end of the front section of the building.

“I can’t believe you reserved a studio and everything,” Andi exclaimed, following Cyrus.

“Yeah, well if I fail my ballet final, I’m dead,” Cyrus shrugged, slowing to a stop in front of studio 4, looking in the window. “Huh.”

“What?” Buffy asked, coming up behind him. “Is that TJ? With Lucy?”“I think so,” Cyrus said, watching the girl roll her eyes fondly at TJ. “Wait- that’s her name? She’s like, always here. Seriously, I’ve never not seen her in that studio.”

“Yeah, she’s captain of the cheer team,” Buffy explained. “I’ve seen her at my games.”

“Come on, Teej!” Lucy exclaimed, voice muffled by the glass. “Just give it 110% and you’ll be fine. I’ll even do it with you.”

“…Fine.”

TJ begrudgingly moved to stand on the white tape on one side of the studio, maneuvering his feet into fourth position. Lucy pressed play on her phone, before moving to stand on the tap at the other end of the studio. They glanced at one another just before a point in the song at which the tension began to rise.

A violin’s quick and urgent melody led them off, and then they were both turning. They turned in perfect sync, pirouettes seconde becoming attitude turns before TJ had the chance to feel afraid. TJ finished with a spontaneous penché, where Lucy ended up adding a double pirouette before ending on relevé in fifth.Naturally, they both immediately doubled over, laying on the cool floor of the studio with a sigh, only looking up when the door opened. Lucy sat up at the sight of three people filing inside, one of them being the captain of the girls’ basketball team she’d been crushing on for weeks.

“Hey, Underdog! TJ exclaimed, not bothering to stand up given the current unbearable ache that had settled into his muscles.

"Underdog?” Lucy asked, head swiveling toward Cyrus. “This is Cyrus?”

“…That would be me,” Cyrus said slowly, clearly nervous.

“I totally get it,” Lucy chuckled, ignoring TJ’s half-hearted attempt to kick her from where he was lying on the floor. Lucy did her best to kick him back but was too far away.

“Get what?” Andi asked, clearly heavily concerned.

“Nothing at all,” Lucy said quickly. “So what brings you to, uh, this studio?

"I have to practice for my ballet final,” Cyrus grumbled.

“Oh, right. You have a variation in mind?” Lucy asked, standing up. She crossed the studio to stand in front of the trio that had stepped into the studio. Her hands rested on her hips, her tutu spanning intimidatingly around her.

“A what?”

“A variation?” Lucy repeated. “Like, a specific solo from a specific ballet? I did Kitri act one for my final when I was in that class.”

"I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Wow, okay then. I don’t know how to explain this well enough.” Lucy looked desperately to Buffy and Andi for help. “Listen, do you want some help picking one?”

“Really?” Cyrus asked, eyes wide.

“Sure, why not? You have a studio reserved?”

“Uh- yeah, yeah, I do.”

“Alright, lead the way then,” Lucy said with a flippant shrug.

“You guys go ahead,” Buffy said. “I want to talk to TJ for a second.”

“…Okay?” Andi said, naturally suspicious. “No bloodshed, please.

"Yeah, yeah. I know the drill.” Lucy, Cyrus, and Andi shrugged, turning to leave the studio with one last glance over their shoulders.

“You think that’s going to end well?” Andi asked.

“Not a chance in hell,” Lucy laughed.

“So, you like ballet?” Buffy asked TJ, sitting down next to him. TJ shrugged, sitting up and facing her.

“It’s not my favorite kind of dancing, but yeah. I like knowing my every move before I make it, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” Buffy nodded. “Never would’ve pegged you as a ballerina though. Maybe more of a hip-hop kind of guy? I don’t know, I wouldn’t have pegged you as a dancer to begin with?”

“Most people wouldn’t,” TJ said with a shrug. “I don’t know why.”

“Uh, probably because you are the most conventionally masculine boy the world has ever seen?” Buffy chuckled.

“I wouldn’t say that,” TJ said with a shrug. “I’m sorry I was such a dick to you when you were on the team.”

“You’ve already apologized, TJ. Just- why the hell where you like that?”

“It’s stupid,” TJ sighed.

“Don’t you think you at least owe me an explanation?”

“…I guess so. I was just afraid you’d be better than me. My sisters are so good at fucking everything, and I guess I wanted to be good at something.”

“So you decided to make your sisters proud by bullying me?”

“Yeah, hence the stupidity, remember?”

“And suddenly, I have to wonder how you even remember your choreo.”

#andi mack #tyrus #kippen triplets #tj kippen #amber kippen #lucy kippen #buffy driscoll

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