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patchesdraws · 6 years
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...he waded into the stream, boots off and pants rolled to his knees, and caught one with his bare hands.
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olivarryprompts · 3 years
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Fanfic Friday #10
Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I will post a new fanfic here and on A03. Enjoy x
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{peter stark and a no good very bad day}
Ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/Steve Rogers & Peter Stark
Warnings: swearing, fluff otherwise :)
Wc: 3,984
Today, everything had gone wrong. He stayed up way past his bedtime the previous night and had gotten barely three hours of sleep by the time he arrived at school. He forgot his Spanish homework in the lab and that was the one grade he needed to pull from an A- to an A. He chugged a couple shots of espresso, and his usual store on the walk to school was closed. Meaning he had no redbull to sustain him through his classes.
Also, guess which class was straight bangout first, Spanish. So he hadn't done the homework and had no time to do it. Great. Fortunately, he made it through first period Spanish, only getting slightly scolded for not handing in the assignment. Then he had a break, and the kid desperately needed a pick me up coffee and muffin. He went to the closest cafe, one he’d come to love, only to find the whole football team there. Which would have been fine, if he wasn’t so goddamn awkward. He stood there for a solid five minutes before he asked the jock in his way to move so he could order.
Then, when the kid did get to ordering they ran out of fuckin chocolate muffins. What kinda cafe runs out of chocolate muffins at ten am? This one apparently. So coffee and blueberry muffin in hand, he headed back to the student lounge to get some work done.
The next portion of his day went as planned, a welcomed change of pace. Well Flash was a bitch, but what was new there. And his senses were through the roof. But other than that. That was all until the last period. To start, he got a text from his boyfriend, explaining that he’d no longer be arriving this Friday, but instead the following Saturday. Peter wanted to cry. He missed his boy. Leaving Harley on read, he tried to focus on chemistry, but he’d done the stuff they were going over about 100 times with Dr. Banner. He zoned out the entire class.
Finally, the bell rang and put him out of his misery. He quickly texted Ned asking if he was coming in the following day. He had been sick that day. He went to leave, but the class was stopped by the announcement of a test and more homework. For fuck sake.
He did get out, though. And he got straight in the car, barely pausing to say hello to Happy. Noticing the boy's unusual quiet, he didn’t press for more details about Peter’s day. Happy, though he’d never say it, enjoyed hearing about the kids day. He had come to really care for Peter, and his accomplishments made the older man happy. Ironic, he knew.
They had arrived at the tower in almost record time, and Peter was glad to have avoided extra time in the car. What he really craved was a couple hugs from his dads, a chat with his boyfriend, and to get through the stack of busy work that weighed him down.
Happy went round to the private entrance, wished the kid a good day, and headed off to some other errand. Peter exited, scanning his pass at security and being recognized and let through by Friday. So, he’d finally made it upstairs and there the sofa was, filled with a few avengers. Luckily his parents were among them. The two were sitting close to each other, as normal.
Peter simply put his head in his pops lap, and he laid his feet on his dad. Neither Steve nor Tony said anything, but they gave each other the look. Steve ran his hands through his son’s hair lovingly. “Pete?” Tony asked, “What happened kid?” “Nothin’” Peter replied, still buried in his Pop’s lap. “You sure about that?” Steve pressed. “Just a bad day,” Peter mumbled. “What happened паук?” Nat spoke up. She is very protective of Peter. “What didn’t happen?” he sighed dramatically. “Well you mope for as long as you like, Pete,” Tony joked. “Thanks dad,” he said, closing his eyes again in search of sleep. “Teenagers I tell you,” Clint said, rolling his eyes. “Fuck you Barton,” Peter mumbled before falling asleep properly. “He really is your child, Tones,” Clint laughed. “Hey Peter just said a bad language word,” Nat remarked. “God I hate all of you,” his Pops groaned. Then Peter fell into peaceful, safe sleep.
“Pete?” his Pops said, entering his room. He moved around, noticing he’d been moved from the sofa to his own room. He groaned. “Hello to you too.” “Yes, Hi, father, Captain America, Leader of the Avengers, Man of Strengt-” “Ok relax,” Cap rolled his eyes. Peter sat up, smirking. “Wanna tell me what actually happened today?” “J-just everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong.” “Did that start with you staying in the lab way past a normal sleeping time?” “Perhaps. How did you kn-” “You are aware that your dad designed that whole lab situation, right?” “Fair enough.” “Do we have to initiate Insomnia protocol again?” “God no, it was one night.” “Promise.” “Swear. Just an awful day. Spidey senses all acting up, being annoying, no chocolate muffins. Speaking of which, can I have the day off tomorrow? I have basically no classes.” (he wasn’t sure why, but all but one of his classes were cancelled.) Steve thought for a moment. He knew the kid had been through a lot always, and a day off never hurt anyone. Also, he was far too smart to be there anyway. “Yeah. Let me just double check with Dad, okay?” “Thanks.” “We’re eating dinner now so get cleaned up?” “Yep. Coming.”
The next day
Peter awoke at 10 with a smile on his face. He’d peacefully regained energy. He’d finished his school work the previous night, and he was happy to just relax for a day. He pulled on some SI sweatpants and a hoodie he’d stolen from Harley awhile back.
“Hey parentals,” he greeted, still holding his smile. “Morning,” his Pops said as he cooked breakfast. “Morning? Is it already?” I bet you can guess who that came from. “Tones,” Steve said, voice full of its normal concern. Peter just laughed, taking a stool at the bar. “What? I’m fine. I’m having fun.” “You promised you’d at least take a nap.” “Oops,” he smiled, heading back in the direction of the lab. “You’re a great role model to our son!” “You really are dad!” Peter added. “Love you both dearly.” Steve rolled his eyes and Peter chuckled. “Where’s the rest of the team?” Peter inquired. He’d come to realize that saying team was easier than naming all the residents of the tower. “Nat, Clint, Wanda, and Pietro are training. Thor and Loki went back to Asgard last night, and Bruce is in his lab.” “Oh, Loki didn’t tell me he was going back.” “Some emergency. Sorry kid.” “Yeah, i-it’s fine.” “He told me to assure you they’d be back soon.” “Good.” “Keaner getting here soon?” “Nah coming tomorrow now. Something about something, I don’t really know.” “Ok. Made grilled cheeses and tomato soups. It's almost done,” Steve offered. “Thanks,” Peter said. “What’s with Loki leaving that's got you so down?” “I just miss him a lot.” Steve knew that his Kid and loki had come to get on surprisingly well. They were as close as he and Nat. Not even Clint had managed to get that close.
Peter practically inhaled a couple of sandwiches. “I’m going to go work with Dad.” “Have fun!” “I will.” “Love you.” “Love you, too.” He sped down to the lab, where he could hear his Dad’s ACDC blasting as usual. “Heyo, what you working on?” “The suit nanotech. Wanna give your old man a hand?” “Always. Bring up the blueprints. What adjustments have you made so far? “Just the molecule distance and expansion weight. Trying to help stabilize the structure.” “What about the build construction stacking?” So they dove into work, Peter easily keeping up with the genius.
“Nicely done, getting too smart for me. What are you even doing in high school?” “Being bored and failing my humanities classes.” “You're not actually failing your classes are you? Grades are not everything bu-” “Relax father, I’m doing well in all my classes.” “I should probably know that. In fact I’ll actually show up to your next parent teacher conference.” “Please don’t,” Peter smiled. His father was generally very embarrassing. “Friday, make sure I’m at the kid’s next conference?” “Reminder set.” “Thanks, Fri.” “Anytime boss.” “God Fri please remind me to not show up for my next conference.” “Heyyyy,” Tony said, faking offence. “Dad, you can be very overbearing.” “I know, but-” “No.” “Fine, guess I’m not coming. Trying to be a good father and parenthood isn’t for me.” “I beg to differ,” Steve said, coming in to check on us, “realise you're no match for Peter’s intelligence yet?” “No fucking way. I’m a genius. Many PHDs. Kid hasn’t even finished high school, plus he has an A- in Spanish,” Tony laughed. “How did you-,” Peter rolled his eyes. “Friday just sent them to me.” “You’re awful.” “Hey watch it, MIT is still your dream school?” “I fucking hate you so much,” Peter really did loved this kind of banter with his father. “Maybe I do agree that parenthood isn’t for you, love.” “Capsical, you are a traitor. You’re supposed to always be on my side.” Steve kissed Tony’s cheek and ruffled Peter’s hair before saying, “Pepper needs you. Something about important business.” “Really important?” “She says if you don’t come she’ll lock you out of the company.” “That important then. Fri, tell Pepper that I’m coming.” “She has been notified, sir.” “Thank you. Bye then, Peter don’t fuck anything up.” “The same to you Mr. Stark.” Tony left the lab with a chuckle. “You two will be the death of me.” “Almost certainly.” “You staying in here?” “Nah, I have some projects in my lab waiting for me.” “You know your dad was joking about the grades right? Because grades really don’t mean anything, and they don’t define you. Nor does your intelligence. You are so much more than all that. And all these suits and mechanicy genius things-” “Pops. I’m fine. I know,” he smiled at his dad. “I just read in this parenting book that something smart or gifted kids can feel like th-” “Pops, you and dad are the best parents a kid could ask for. Stop worrying too much or you’ll turn grey like dad.” Captain America just smiled at his kid because he was the best. “Right. Good. Have fun.” “Will do.”
He messed with the design for the 100th millionth time but he couldn't get the vibrainim to synthesize with the web fluid. “Fri, get me another cup of coffee, please.” “For fuck sake, why isn’t this working,” he said to himself. He began to mess with the 3d hologram again. He typed in Mock 32 for the design and started trying again. “Pepper Potts is requesting access to the lab.” “Access granted,” he said to Fri. “Hey Pete, how’s it going?” “Badly, but it's fine. IS THAT COFFEE?” “White mocha latte, triple shot espresso,” She said, placing it down on the desk. “Ok..back up. What do you need?” “What, I can’t just bring my favorite stark a coffee?” “Aren’t you busy?” he asked skeptically. “Yes. Incredibly. So it is a peace offering. I allowed a tour access to this lab to look around, and see what a higher ups lab looks like in action. Fri will hide all of the classified things, and I thought you’d be at school. Tony just told me you weren’t so, here we are.” “He actually showed up to your meeting?” “Yes, and it wasn’t my meeting. He just needed to be there, and I didn't.” “I take your peace offering. It’s fine, I don’t care. So long as they don’t touch my shit.” “Good. Greet them, let them look around. Smile your cute smile. They’ll be up in five.” “FIVE MINUTES?” “Yep. Sorry, Hun, got to run. Thanks.” “You owe me one!”
As promised, the class showed up in five minutes. He was fine with the concept of a class showing up, he was not, however, good with his class showing up. “Is that Penis Parker?” He heard Flash. “Holy hell that is Park?” “IS THAT PETER?” “Did Peter break in?” “How is Peter here?” He couldn’t exactly kick them out. So, embracing his inner Tony Stark charm and Steve Rogers kindness, he opened the lab door, stepping into the corridor.
“EVERYONE PLEASE BACK UP AND BE QUIET!” The tour guild, Aliah, yelled. They were a kind person who Peter knew a bit. The classes quieted down.
“Hello, Aliah.” “Hi Peter,” they greeted, “Sorry, I hadn’t realized you’d be in today. I’ll just take them to our next stop.” “No, no it's fine. If it’s alright, I’ll give them a little tour sorta thing. I don’t mind, plus I kinda promised Pepper.” “That’d be really cool. Thanks.” “Yeah. Call ‘em over.” “Yeah. We’re just waiting on their teacher, he’s in the restroom.” “Course.”
Mr. Harrington showed up, questioning Aliah about the next stop. Then, he saw Peter. “Mr. Parker!” he exclaimed angrily, “How dare you show up here without a permission slip and claiming to be sick. What is this? We will be speaking with the principal and your parents about this! I am so sorry Aliah. Peter shot Aliah the “I got this” look. “Hi Mr. Harrington, I was unwell this morning, but I felt better so I came into work. Yes, I do have an internship here,” he said, loud enough for the class to hear. “The next stop on your tour,” they said, “is to Peter’s lab. He’s been so kind to give us a run-down.” Peter simply point at the door which read “Lab #55: Peter Parker.” “Right, uh, um, sorry Mr. Parker, please let us continue.” Peter smiled through his nerves. “Right, hello there class! I will be giving you a tour of my lab. I do some pretty important work, so I’m going to ask Friday to activate the ‘Guest Protocol’ to hide the classified stuff. It’s also very dangerous, so please do not touch anything.” There were nods from the class. “Right, Fri complete guest protocol and allow tour of Aliah to enter.” “Yes miniboss.” He re-entered his lab. “So, most of the time I work here,” he said, pointing to the biggest holograph table, “I work on designs, changes, and any mockups that need to happen. I then make them a reality. I can also run simulations on any formulas to see if they would be successful.” “Fri, please pull up the WFV project I was just working on for Spiderman.” “Right away mini-boss.” “So as you can see I’m trying to get the vibranium intertwine itself with Spiderman’s web fluid. This would allow the webs to be almost 47 times stronger, and also would allow them to conduct electricity, which has many uses. Anyone have any questions?” Ava raised her hand and Peter nodded at her, “Hey, so how did you learn all this? Like, it seems really complicated and you're in my chem class, so.” “I’ve worked a lot with both Mr. Stark and Bruce Banner, who’ve taught me most of what I know throughout the years. I also took a few online courses to solidify some subject matters I didn’t quite understand,” Peter, satisfied with his answer, asked if anyone else had inquired. “How did you get an internship here?” “Mr. Stark found me on the internet and took a liking to my projects. He met me and decided I’d fit right in here,” Peter explained simply. It was a lie of course, but it functioned as their cover story. “Anyone else? No. Cool, so moving onto some other sections in the lab. Over in that corner are the testing rooms. I have some more equipment scattered around for certain projects or just overall help on making things. Feel free to look around for 5-7 minutes and ask any questions you may have.” Some kid, Peter wasn’t sure of their name, raised his hand. “Why do you have cars in here? Are they yours?” “Some of the cars are mine, courtesy of Mr. Stark, who claims no lab is complete without some collection of cars. I can’t even drive them, to your point, but I guess I will when I’m eighteen. Some of the cars are Mr. Harley Keener’s, who I occasionally share my lab with. He doesn't do Avengers related projects, but he does love to tinker here and there. ‘Specially on the cars. See that red one, yeah he bought it for 5k and fixed it up. It’s actually an electric car, he just likes the old timers look. Guess that’s on him and da-Mr. Stark.”
No one seemed to have any other question, so he allowed them to look around. MJ nor Ned seemed to be in this class. He guessed they were in another group that wasn’t coming up here, or they went to a different location.
The tour went smoothly, and Flash seemed too shocked to say anything. “Peter! Peter!” Bucky came in yelling. Peter ran over to him. “Please keep it down uncle Buck.” “Oh shit your class is here!” “Yes now please don’t embarrass me.” “Won’t do! Just wanted to ask where Loki went.” “Asgard official business,” I said with a frown. “Really? He didn’t say a thing!” “I know.” “That little shit.” Peter laughed alongside Bucky. “Did you need anything else?” “Yeah, my arm's a little fucked up. Need a hand.” “Happy to give it a look. Dad in a meeting?” “To all our shock, yes.” “Ha. Give me a sec to get my class outta here.” Bucky nodded. “Right everyone, thanks for visiting. Please head towards the exit. The lovely Aliah will take you to your next location. They are awesome!” A murmur of “thanks Peter” and “is that the winter soldier” spread through the room. “See ya round,” Aliah said to him personally, “And thanks for this.” “Anytime. Bye!” They smiled a warm smile before leading the class out.
“What’s not working so well?” Peter asked. “Just some tightness in the finger motion. “Alright, okay. Fri, get me an update of the schematics, please.” “Yes, sir.” They appeared on the holographic table Peter was working at. “Right, can I please get a current scan of Uncle Bucky’s arm?” “Yes. Shall I place them next to the schematics?” “Yep. And highlight all differences.” “Yes miniboss.” “You gotta stop with that Fri.” “Name unable to be changed under the authority of Tony Stank, Badass Boss, God of Mischief, and Fiance.” “Glad the whole team is against me living a good life,” Peter remarked with an eye roll. “You drama queen.” “Thanks,” Peter smiled. “You know what’s wrong yet?” Peter opened up the schematics, looking at the highlighted section of the 3d arm model. He didn’t speak for a moment. “So I reckon, you fucked up the wiring and section T4’s minigears. None of the important tech is messed up, it’ll be fine. Maybe a half an hour fix. Max.” “Good, good. Thanks kid,” Bucky said with an appreciative smile. He nodded, disconnecting the arm carefully. He placed it onto his table next to the holographic model. He gave a skeptical look. “Something bad?” “No, no, I was just thinking. Thinking, hmn.” “Care to share with the class?” Buck said with a sense of humor lingering in his voice. “Well, you’re not on mission all that often, and this is quite a bulky arm. Ever think about getting one that’s your skin colour, lighter weight, more, I don’t know, arm like. Less hydra murdery vibes. Help get rid of that, that time.” “I have…” “So can I make it?” Peter said excitedly. “You mean it?” “Of course Uncle Buck! No clue why dad hasn’t offered before!” “Guess he never thought of it. Maybe thought I liked the scary metal thing,” he suggested weakly. “Well that’s stupid,” Peter said casually. Bucky never understood how the kid could be so compassionate so easily. “Thanks. Really.” “No worries. I’ve been looking for a new project to throw myself into. It'll be fun. And as much as I hate to admit it, I need to work on my smaller scale mechanical work.” All Bucky could do was smile his beaming smile. “Bucky!” the voice of the Black Widow shouted. “Hey Nat,” Buck replied. “Wanna train?” she asked. “As much as I want to,” he said, pointing towards the area his arm would have been. “Oh, what happened this time?” “Nothing to major, some gears and wires,” Peter filled it, “Give me twenty minutes I’ll be done.” He’d already opened the arm and gotten to the section where the wires were screwed up. “DAN-E get me the soldering kit, please,” he asked the robot, “Oh and some new T6YU wires. Red and purple.” The robot gave a vaguely human nod. “Right, I'll be waiting. Test the adjustments out on me?” She suggested. “Alright,” Buck said. “Oh and I’m in charge of ordering food. What do you want?” “Burgers?” “You boring, bland little boy,” Nat scolded. “Thai?” Buck requested. They looked over to Peter, “Sure, yeah.” Nat headed out, greeting Tony with a “Hey Stank” on the stairs out of his lab. “Yours is so much smarter than mine, why is yours so much smarter than mine,” Tony fake (real) whined. “I’m the superior mechanic, father, deal with it.” DAN-E, almosting proving his point, dropped the materials on his desk, and he continued to work. “I’m donating DUM-E,” Tony glared at him, “What happened to the arm Buck?” “Stiff fingers isall.” “Oh, ok. Pete, need a hand?” “Nah, I’m good. Not much to do. Some wires got fucked up, just replacing them now. Going to look at the minigears in the palm too, just to make sure the oil regulation and gear’s aren't broken. I think one of the gears is, but it's one of them that's easy to replace,” Peter replied, not looking up from his work. “Right, sounds good. Your pops and I are going out for the night. Be back around 12 let’s say.” “Cool. Can I borrow some vibranium from your lab?” “Sure thing kiddo. Call us if you need anything. Fri, give Peter access to vault B3 in my lab.” “Thanks,” Peter smiled. “Anytime. Good luck with ya know.” “Shouldn’t he ask you what you're going to do with a substance that costs 10,000$ a gram?” “Something about trusting me.” “Parents trust their kids with going out later or or doing their homework not fucking multimillions of dollars.” “Uncle Bucky, my parents are Iron Man and Captain America. There was never a shot at normal.” “Fair enough.”
Peter finished up the adjustment on the arm by changing a gear. “Thanks a lot kid.” “Of course. I’m going to work on your new arm now.” “Alrighty, I’ll get out of your way.” “Oh could you ask Auntie Nat what time she’s ordering dinner for? So I know when to head up, just get Fri to tell me.” “Will do.” “Thanks.”
So Peter was left to making some blueprints and drinking many red bulls. The red bull mini-fridge was actually a gift from Shuri, and his fathers had many words with him about it. He managed to convince them that he should keep it, god knows how. Well, he used the whole Princess of Wakanda and making peace and Stark Industries relationship with Wakandan products and companies as well as international relations and blah blah. It worked, who cares.
After a few hours he was called up for dinner, and he sat there and enjoyed the absolute chaos of his family.
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soulwillower · 4 years
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lethal combination • richie tozier
(richie tozier x reader)
(based off the song ‘lethal combination’ by the wombats)
requested (kinda!):  Id love to hear what you had about rich and reader being a party duo :)
warning: swearing, underage drinking, body shots, slight bill denbrough x reader, drunk smooching, throwing up, lil angsty, fluffy ending, unedited
[losers + reader are 18+ in this.]
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"give me another." you mutter, your speech slightly slurred by the tenth shot you'd just downed. your head was spinning. richie howls from next to you, pouring out two shots of jager with his arm around you. "y-you're insane." bill mutters with a grin. you wink at him as you down your shot.
"gimme a body to shoot off of!" a girl yells drunkenly from the other end of the kitchen, the party's noise swallowing her words up and letting them fall on few ears. 
ben laughs at her words and eddie nudges his arm as he laughs as well. richie turns to look at you, "whaddaya say, sugar?" he asks, eyes lidded in an alcohol induced stupor. the others look not surprised but still slightly impressed at how the two of you are still even coherent.
everyone knows that you and richie are “the duo” - the two who ride or die together. if one of you is drunk, the other is right there with you. you were those annoying party kids who went too hard and had so much fun doing it. you were the life of every party, the center of every room. and it always has been like that.
"le's go, tozier." you slur, swiping cups and a bag of chips off a table, making ben and bev both let out nosies of indignation. you pull your dress down a bit to reveal more of your chest, laying back onto the table and taking a lime wedge from a drunk and giggling stan. you drag it quickly on a stripe up your chest towards your throat and grin as bev sprinkles salt on the line.
"alright. lick, shoot, suck." you slur to richie, giggling as bill pours tequila into a small shot glass. "cheeky." richie mutters with a grin, looking at you. you smirk back, lime placed in between your lips. 
so richie’s tongue shoots out, licking straight up your chest, breath hot against your skin and making your whole body shiver. fuck.
he moves to slurp the shot, making you giggle. he then moves u to pluck the lime out of your mouth expertly. you're disappointed when his lips don't touch yours. as he spits the lime out, he leans toward you and you smell the tequila on his breath, "how was that, y/n?"
you shove him and go to sit up, flustered at his proximity. he’s making you want to kiss him again. he’s doing that thing where you want to be his. 
"bill, now you let y/n take a body shot off of you!" bev yells, making you grin, never one to turn down a good time. plus, a perfect distraction. 
so bill grins, pulling his shirt fully off and taking your place on the table. everyone except richie cheers as you take a lime and rub it over his stomach, taking time to admire his muscular torso before placing the lime in between his lips.
you laugh the whole time, licking the salt all the way up his abs and downing the shot. it was harder than you'd anticipated because you were both drunk and bill couldn't stop laughing, but you get the lime in your mouth. but in a drunken stupor, the lime falls out of your mouth and you accidentally kiss his lips.
everyone yells in shock and bill’s laughing drunkenly under you. you laugh drunkenly, thinking of richie’s lips as you lick his bottom lip, placing a hand on his shoulder as his falls on your hip. you both pull away, laughing in shock. you meet bill's eyes and then realize what you’d done. oops.
when you pull bill to his feet, richie is gone. you don't see him for another hour.
when you finally find him, it's because you're looking for the bathroom. he's against a wall, seemingly not as drunk as you. you frown, pulling his shoulder. "where were you, rich?" you try not to sound too hurt, but he never left you at a party it was your thing, the two of you. 
he looks hurt but he shakes it off quick enough that you can't decipher it. then he awkwardly gestures to the pretty girl under his arm. she smiles and waves, telling you her name that you immediately forget. you smile back but you can't help feeling a little sick.
wait, is richie going to hook up with this girl? your stomach drops, immediately going defensive. "o-oh, okay rich. i was just - bill and i, we- we accidentally kissed!" you bark, laughing at the absurdity of it. "i bet you're mad, bet you hate me kissing your friend." you say, not sure why you say that but laughing afterwards. why was this your first defense? why can’t you just be happy for him? 
richie's staring at you, jaw dropped open and eyes narrowed. if you weren't so drunk, you might have realized you were kind of being a dick.
"c'mon, don't look at me like that." you grumble. he gives you another look, one of confusion. you were too drunk to comprehend what was really happening, but he looked uncomfortable... or annoyed. you gulp, wordlessly tuning back without so much as a goodbye. he doesn't follow.
you're feeling lost without richie and after ten minutes, you try to find him again, just to see him pressing that same girl up against a wall, whispering something into her ear. she's laughing sweetly, hands tangling in his hair. he starts to kiss her neck lightly and you think you'll scream.
the amount of pain, rage, and sadness that you feel wash over you is sickening and you almost double over. what's wrong with you?
 all you know is that you may not be able to really tell where you're going, but you have to get out of the stuffy house. if you don't, you think you might combust.
you turn and run out the door.
the walk from the party back to your house was a lot longer now that you're drunk, lonely, and upset. you try not to mope though, because richie is single and definitely not yours and he never will be. he's allowed to do whatever he wants, it just doesn't hurt any less.
you should probably send him a quick text to tell him you left, but you know he probably won't see it. too busy taking that girl home with him. you chuckle bitterly to yourself for being such a shitty friend as you enter your house, quietly slinking into your room. who are you to get mad at him for trying to find happiness?
looking at the mirror you notice that your face is puffy from the tears you didn't know had been streaming down your cheeks; before you can start to get ready for bed, you feel a familiar tug in your stomach and you sprint to the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet.
you sit miserably on the floor holding your own hair back as you retch, watching your tears hit the rim of the toilet. you've never really been alone for this before now - richie's always with you, either holding back your hair or being the one in your current position, you brushing his back from his face.
but now you're alone.
you're still kind of drunk after you're done and you're afraid you'll fall and hurt yourself if you shower, so you just brush your teeth. 
checking your phone, you see a text from ben and some from eddie, but none from who you want it to be. you drop your phone and close your eyes, wishing you could fall asleep.
when you wake up, you feel crusty and have a terrible headache. you're still lying on top of your sheets and you still have your dress on from last night.
groaning, you sit up and rub your eyes, feeling gross and very dismal. you can't remember much, so you must have been a lot more fucked up than you thought. you don't remember getting home but you can kind of recall that richie left you... or you left him... and he was kissing someone from your math class. and you had accidentally kissed bill. what the hell. 
spotting your phone on the floor, you grab it and wince as you see texts from eddie, ben, bev, bill, mike, and stan. and then your eyes widen:
there are five texts, twelve missed calls and two voice messages from richie.
fuck. you drowsily text the group chat that had everybody in it that you're sorry you left early and forgot to tell anyone, not wanting to explain it to everyone individually and also effectively avoiding having to talk to richie.
you knew it was childish to ignore him and be upset, but in the long run this was better than having to explain yourself to him and confess that your feelings for your best friend. 
that could never end well, so you peel off your party dress and take a quick shower, pulling on some shorts and a shirt that used to be eddie's once you're clean.
you're about to go downstairs for some coffee when a pang at your window makes you jump. you curse yourself for not shutting the curtains, because you're sure that whoever is down there knows you're in your room.
and you're almost certain as a second, third, fourth, and fifth rock hits your window that it can be none other than richie tozier.
you groan, scrubbing your face with your hands. why did you have to deal with this now? you still go to the window, ignoring the nagging part of your brain that told you that you didn't have to deal with it. deep down, no matter how mad he was, you just wanted to see richie.
"y/n!" he calls, out of breath as you slide open your window. he’s frowning, jaw clenched and hands in his pockets. you swallow down the nerves, smiling at him nervously. "just, uh, just come in." you say timidly. he disappears and not fifteen seconds later, the front door is opening downstairs.
every footstep up your stairs is a nail in your coffin.
he walks into your room and you know you're fucked. he looks worse than you - his eyes have bags under them, his hair ruffled from his hands, and he's wearing the same thing he was last night. he looks like he wants to punch a wall and you feel sick with anxiety.
"so you freaked me out a little bit last night." he deadpans, his words seeming foreign coming from his lips devoid of any kind of teasing lilt. he's mad at you and you feel like crying.
"i'm sorry-" you start but he shakes his head. 
"i don't care. you couldn't have sent a text? just one?" he asks, eyes rubbing under his glasses, sounding exhausted. 
you turn red, embarrassed and sad and suffering through what might be the worst hangover of your short life. your eyes fill with tears but you refuse to let them fall. "i didn't think of it. i was walking back by myself." you lie, shrugging. he gives you a look and mutters, "couldn’t even get big bill to take you home?"
that makes you mad. you scowl, "i was going to ask you to come home, since thats what we always do, but you were too busy getting your dick wet." you spit. 
god, you're acting like such a child, but richie takes the bait. his eyes widen comically and he groans in anger, "says you, y/n! you kissed my best friend!" he spits back. you roll your eyes. "i thought i was your best friend!" you counter. 
"well so did i." he says plainly. your heart drops and your whole body shivers -but not like the way it did when richie took body shots off of you. this one felt like you were dunked into an ice cold pool. 
"okay, richie. you're right. i'm sorry, i should have told you where i was going." you say meekly. you can't bring yourself to meet his eyes. "i just had some... realizations. and my stupid drunk brain thought it would be okay to not tell anyone where i was going."
richie sighs, shifting his weight from one converse to another. "just don't do it again, i - er, we didn't sleep much because w-we spent the whole night searching the house and the neighborhood for you. you fuckin’ slept through the rocks i threw at your window, sugar."
you blush in shame, unaware that they were all so concerned. "i'm sorry. and i'm sorry if i said stuff last night, i was just n-" your voice cracks as you speak say quietly. its silent for a moment and you quickly wipe the tear that escapes your eye. richie puts a hand on your shoulder and gently nudges you down to sit on your bed. 
you don't look at him but cooperate, wiping your eyes as he sits next to you. you take a deep breath, "i was just surprised that you were... with that girl. i guess i was thrown off because it's usually you and me. and i know thats not fair. guess i was just, um, jealous." you mutter, wiping your face of tears as you dance around fully admiring your feelings.
your words are heavy in the air. 
richie finally speaks up after what feels like forever. "i realized last night that... uh, i think when i drink without you, it's not fun. i actually... i hate it." richie says with a shrug. you still refuse to meet his eyes. "um, i think that it's not the alcohol that makes me feel the way i get. i realized its you. like - like you and i, we're..." he trails off, and you see his hands shake as they wring together anxiously.
"we're a lethal combination." you whisper, looking up into his eyes for the first time in a while. he looks exhausted, sad, and confused. and it's your fault.
your heart pangs with this realization. he shrugs, eyebrows furrowing. "i wasn't going to say that." he admits, shoulders deflating. his curls hand solemnly around his sculpted face. "but yeah, i guess you could call it that."
you let out a breath, figuring it’s time. "i um, i feel the same way. i hate all this stuff. unless... unless i'm with you." you mutter. you meet eyes and his stormy ones hold so many unspoken words that it knocks the breath out of you. 
he looks deep into your eyes and he moves so his hand slowly hovers, drifting half way between his lap and your face. it feels like a million miles between you. 
“i think that i...” you start, biting your lip. you don’t know how to express this burning feeling that you feel whenever you’re with him. you’re at a loss as you stare into his forgiving, patient, wild, loving eyes. loving...
richie nods, face as pink as you feel like yours is. “me too.” he whispers, glancing at your lips. you feel an immense weight lift off your chest and you almost laugh giddily, looking at richie. he’s beautiful. 
you both slowly start to lean in until you’re touching noses, but you stop. he waits patiently, his hand falling gently on a knee and a cheek. 
you're still confused and afraid but having richie so close makes you feel safe. you swallow dryly, wetting your lips. "can you be the one to do it?" you whisper, feeling his breathy, soft chuckle on your lips.
he's smiling lightly as he closes the gap, his laps chapped against yours. he quickly presses into you, making your cheeks heat up as your hands land on his chest. 
kissing richie makes everything melt away - the blaring headache, the anxiety, confusion, doubt - all of it disappears as his hands caress your thigh and neck. he kisses you passionately, softly and intensely, his tongue soothing your own. you love every part of it. you love every part of him. 
you pull apart and you're both shyly grinning.
"can i take you to get breakfast?" he whispers against your lips, biting his as he awaits your response. 
affection blooms in your chest and you capture his lips with yours, hands on his cheeks as you pull him towards you. he kisses back eagerly, chuckling lightly against you. it makes you beam. 
"please. im starving. my hangover is killer." you mumbling against him, making him laugh, hugging you and pulling you to him.
"let's go then, baby." he whispers with a kiss to the crown of your head.
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7. Enlisted Service
When we leave the party we have to stop at McDonald's for something quick to eat before returning to the infamous palm tree lined path leading up to our school's main quad. Ambling from the vehicle, there's a lot of stumbling around since we're drunk as fuck but as a group, we each make it into the dorm without mishap. Letitia and I watch the others as we go one by one to our rooms dropping each other off until it's just us two. She puts a finger to her lips and giggling soundlessly, follows me into my room collapsing flat on her back on my bed as I close the door.
"I LOVE your bed set," she swoons hugging one of my pillows.
"You here to cuddle my pillows or me," I tease walking kicking my shoes off and approaching. I climb onto the bed, straddling her waist and snatching the pillow to toss it to the floor. "Cause I'm right here, baby love, in ALLLL my glory," I stress rubbing my fingertips down my chest to my stomach as her eyes follow my nails.
"How do you get away with being so arrogant," she smirks with a slight questioning squint.
"Oop!.. Arrogant?"
"My bad did I say that out loud," she covers her mouth.
"You did! But that's fine, you can think I'm arrogant. I adore me because I love beautiful things, is that so wrong?"
"So do I."
"Yeah? Well, I'm in need a soft touch from a special girl who can enjoy me with me. You down?"
"I want the same," she whispers meekly, fingers rolling over the fabric of my dress before slipping down to lightly stroke the skin of my thigh bringing me goosebumps. She seems reserved, I want her to ravage me. I see her watching my lips.
"How many girls have you been with?"
"I.. Don't know. A handful?"
"Would've thought less."
"Why?'
She's so mild and gentle, which isn't like her usual bold personality.
"Mild and gentle," she huffs blowing out her lips. "You know you just said that to ME!"
"OOP! Then we even, ain't we!" I cover my mouth like she did.
Her build is slim and boxy but athletic with some slight curve which I like. It may be wrong but it reminds me of a nigga in a way.. and that turns me on even though I know she's very feminine. Maybe it's the liquor but my fantasies are going wild and I want her to top me with my strap which I feel like grabbing now. I feel like if she were serious, she could really deliver.
But I also like her feminine energy and at the same time I don't want that to fluctuate. I like the way she's stroking my skin with her fingers so gently, it feels good. Winding my hips to grind against her I don't even know what I'm grinding on anymore. My mind's going back to Chris. I can teach him how to fuck. He is too fine to be so bad at it. What if I called him now for a threesome? I'm just so horny, would Letitia be down for it?
"Phoeb."
"Yeah?"
"You mind if I make myself a bit more comfortable?"
"Girl if you don't take these damn clothes off!" I tug at her dress letting it go and she chuckles as I lift off of her so she can sit up. I start to take my gear off too. "Yeah, we supposed to be fuckin.. Sitting here fully dressed like some fools, what the hell?"
"Right? I came to see some ASS for the free 99!"
"Some ass? Oh girl, all you had to do was ask, I love throwing this ass! In fact, let me set up my camera to record."
When I say my camera, I mean my phone of course. It's what I use to film all of my content for sales. I send Chris a little text to get to me ASAP and I set the phone up on its stand and start the video. Impatient, I head to Letitia and grab the elastic of her panties pulling them down off of her as she's knocked to the side from how rough I am.
"Well damn Phoebe!"
"I want what I want."
Pushing her backward to fall onto my bed, I check the angle of the camera once more before I press her thighs apart. Getting the memo, she lifts her legs high and holds her own thighs as a help. I rub at her outer lips but for the sake of not blocking the camera, I climb up to straddle her waist and face the camera, licking her as I watch the lens. At this angle I can reach the whole kitten to play with.. and I do as she whispers.. but I can also focus on that point where all those nerves meet. I hope all the sucking is loud enough to hear on camera, I know the spit is visible.
I alternate between licking lightly and giving attention to different areas with her fingers in my hair making me wonder if I need to constrain her hands to that she doesn't pull on my lace. This isn't my actual hair, it can come off if someone is way too rough.
"Oooh," she hums palming the back of my head with one hand and rubbing on my ass with the other. She pulls my panties to the side and starts to return the favor as I let her use my tongue to move closer to orgasm. Although her licking duties suffer due to her focus being on the pleasure radiating through her kitty, I don't mind that much. I can't blame her, I'm great at head. She really loves the feeling, I can tell. The way she's holding my head though, I'm having flashbacks to some good sessions and now even more than before, I want her to use my strap-on on me! I wait until she gets her first nut of the night before I stop and turn around, letting her taste herself. She's getting grabbier and pulling on me so I grind against her and for a while we just make out while her fingers slip in and out of me.
Eventually, I need more than fingers but I know she's craving too since she's grinding back to the point of rubbing her kitten against my peach for some delicious friction. We need more.
I pause her and rise gracefully, bounding to my toy chest for my double-sided blue dildo and one of my many water based lubes. Rubbing down both ends, I steady it between us as she greedily snatches up an end pulling it inside of herself. I take the other end and do the same, watching her as she attempts to hoard the length. I have to sit closer with my thighs over hers to get my fill. Together, we both hold it steady with a hand between us as we toy ourselves, grinding faster and faster. She grabs my boob, squeezing and I pull her in closer wrapping her in another solid kiss while fucking the shit out of myself and her.
That's when I see a silhouette from the corner of my eye and almost have a heart attack.
"You wanted me to be the link in your lil pussy chain," Chris slurs sitting on the bed, shirt already off.
"What you doing here," I frown still holding onto Letitia.
"Why is he in here," she asks, not stopping just as I'm not. I'm close.
"I don't know," I admit.
"You told me to come over," he says but I don't remember that. "..When you texted me? Hol'up." He pulls up messages and shows me my name on a thread.  I have to read it twice.
"I sure did invite him.. Damn."
He takes his shoes off followed by his pants and he pulls out a condom having come prepared.
"Y'all getting it in. Where can I fit?"
"You can lay flat and let Letitia ride your face while I ride that dick my way," I point directing him where and how to lay. I also direct Letitia and rub over her chest, boobs, and shoulders telling him how she likes it and where to lick as she grinds on his face with no regard for his air flow, as it should be.
Once he gets the hang of that, I stroke up his shaft with a little of the lube that still glossing my hand and I sit on it gradually feeling every groove that I can through the condom before riding it, getting it the way I like it. He's a lucky man tonight getting to share a bed with two lovely visions.
"This video about to be nasty," I smirk throwing my ass against his pubic bone.
I lift off and suck it a few times and it tastes like sweet rubber before I climb back onto him and give him that work that has him cumming within the next few minutes. I keep stroking him with my hand to get him hard again coaxing a second round from his as I do all the work to get myself off.
After round two he's done, but he still wants to watch. I'm over him, however. I don't need him around if he can't keep up so I send him away and lock my door. For the next twenty minutes Letitia and I fool around until we both start to get sleepy. To combat it, we stand.
Turning, I throw my ass against her waist and she catches it while I watch the camera lens.
"Well work, bitch, I got the dollars," she laughs standing on my bed to jump off and grab her bag. She instantly starts dying on the floor when she looks inside. "Bitch!... I got six ones and some change I'm a have to pop you in the ass with some quarters!!"
"Hell nah!" She's rolling and I can't help but laugh with and at her as I choose a song, starting to roll my hips as a warm up. Captain Hook by Meg the Stallion.
"You better not!" I hold my boobs and keep looking back to make sure she's not picking up that change with her goofy ass which only makes her snicker. "Aight shut up."
She keeps making me wanna laugh though I never miss a beat, being a pro twerker. I'm easily the best and highest tipped at Mickey's. I'm one of two who has the control to do isolations and pop one cheek at a time. So that's what I show Ticia and the camera.
"AYYYY," she yells waving her ones in the air before throwing them all at once, "GET IT YESSS!" She picks them back up to smack off her hand one at a time making it trickle with the six bills. Then I catch her getting up to go through my perfumes and I roll my eyes.
"Girl, get out my shit. You worse than Natalie!"
"One spray!"
"No, move," I laugh, but I eventually decide to share. One spray. Of course she loves it. It does smell really good. In fact, it's turning me on more because it smells so good.
"Okay show me how to twerk." She jumps back onto my bed and I turn away so she can see my ass.
"It's hard to explain.. You just," Left cheek, right cheek, boom boom boom, then both. She tries it but she can't isolate. I'm not surprised apparently not many can.
I do it quickly with the rhythm, bending and even squatting to show off enjoying her attention on me. I wish I had a pole, I'd really dance, but that's fine I hit a split and bounce before crawling over to her and pulling her face to mine placing that kiss on her. That did it. She starts pulling on my waist, gripping on my ass. This is what I wanted. I need her to sate this unquenchable thirst within me.
I lean into her sending her spine to line up against the side of the bed and I climb over her thighs onto her lap to deepen the kiss as her hands roam my arms, my waist, my hips, my thighs. I kiss down her clavicle and to her small handful of boobs.
"Get that dildo," she orders and I snatch it off the bed pushing one end into her before treating myself as we fuck again.
"I love sex," I smile lost in how amazing it feels.
"Duh, look at all that lube in your drawer, sis," she chuckles, "For what?"
"FOR REASONS!"
xoxo.
In the morning, I roll over and open my eyes looking up to see that I slept on the floor butt naked. I just.. fell asleep apparently. Sitting up, I have the beginnings of a headache so I take two tylenol with some juice from my mini fridge. I can't believe I fucked the good sis last night... well, actually I can. My phone is sitting up on the stand. I walk over to see it about to die any second and I stop the video. I'm tempted to watch it now. I don't even remember everything we did last night.
But now that I think about it, I was drunk. She was drunk. We all were drunk. Even Natalie was drunk. Why did I let homegirl drive me while drunk? Well... that answers itself. All that swerving almost took your girl out of here, I DO remember that. If that would have happened then what magnificence would these painfully ordinary souls then gaze upon?
How awful, I'll need to think about that next time. If I can.
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Ragdoll
SPN FanFic
~Most of the time curses kill you, sometimes they just cause a ton of problems. But sometimes...very occasionally, they can fulfil one of your darkest desires.~
Dean x Reader x Sam (no wincest), Mentions of Bobby
3,740 Words
Warnings: NSFW!!! Case Angst. Magical Interference. Curse. Established Polygamous Relationship. Brotherly Banter. Magical Transformation Due To Curse. Oral. Face Fucking. Spitroasting. Creampie. Multiple Orgasms. Mentions of Pizza.
A/N: This was a prompt from my 3some Party that just now got done. Thanks to my love @because-imma-lady-assface and thank you to @justcallmeasmodeus and @feelmyroarrrr for reading it over. I hope you all enjoy. I quite love it. 
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Dean stood before the witch, pistol drawn and on the ready. His bowed legs were spread, green eyes locked, shoulders squared.
He took aim.
So did the witch.
The hag pulled her palms apart, conjuring up a ball of red, sparkling light. The air seemed to crackle with lightning as the ball grew, and even Dean, ready to strike, was awed by the pressure in the room. 
In a split second of distraction, Dean dropped his gun just a hair and the witch struck.
The room filled with blinding red light and the electric ball shot across the room at Dean.
He cringed.
Sam yelled.
Y/N screamed.
There was a loud pop and then silence. Dean gasped and opened his eyes, finding the room back to normal and the witch gone. He took a deep breath and patted his chest with both hands, expecting to find a gaping hole or smoking flannel, but he was fine.
Surprised, he looked to his right and smirked at Sam. "Guess the bitch missed."
Sam shook his head and dove towards Dean's feet. "No!"
Y/N was on the floor, laid out, arms and legs twisted beneath her. She'd jumped in front of the spell, taking the hit for Dean.
"Fuck! Y/N, no!" Dean fell to his knees, hands frantically waving over the top of her frozen form, unsure of what to do as worry and guilt swirled in his head.
Sam slid down and scooped her up, nearly knocking Dean on his ass as he forced an arm beneath Y/N's head. He checked her pulse and then slapped her cheek hard, pulling her back to consciousness.
"Jesus fuck!" She shot up out of Sam's arms, pulling in a loud breath that gave Dean permission to breathe as well.
"Damnit, Y/N!" he cursed, turning away so she couldn't see the wetness of relief in his eyes. "Why did you do that!"
Y/N rolled her eyes as Sam helped her up. "You're welcome! Geeze, save a man's life and he gets all snippy…"
"You can't do things like that!" Dean barked, spinning around with fear in his eyes. "You had no idea what that spell was!"
"So I should have just let it hit you and found out?" She pulled away from Sam and wobbled forward a bit. "I don't think so!"
Dean balled his fists. "It could have killed you!"
Y/N grit her teeth. "It could have killed you!" She took a step but her toes felt funny, numb. 
"Damnit, woman!"
"It didn't kill me, so..whatever!" She tossed her hands up in aggravated doneness and attempted to turn away, but Dean grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
"Don't do that again." He held her tight.
"Fine." She softened, shoulders and voice falling gently.
"Liar." He smiled.
"Asshole." She grinned.
"Can we go now?" Sam sighed.
They kissed. 
Sam shook his head and turned for the door.
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The drive back to the motel was fairly long as they had tracked the witch almost across the entire county. 
Sam had his nose in the files while Dean worried a hole in his bottom lip, teeth digging in while he hugged the road. 
"No idea what that was?" he asked his brother for the umpteenth time. "You didn't hear anything? No spell? You sure?"
Sam sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I really didn't. I was a little busy fighting off the pitbull. By the way, he nearly chewed through my boot. But I'm fine, thanks."
Y/N sat forward and patted Sam's shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby. We'll get you some new shoes after we dump this cunt in a hole."
Sam grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently. 
Y/N noticed vaguely that she couldn't feel the usual stubble atop his lip.
"You still feeling ok?" Dean asked, eyeing her through the rearview. 
Y/N sat back and gave him a tight smile. "I'm fine, Dean…"
"Don't get all annoyed at me," he scoffed. "You did something stupid."
"Yeah, yeah." Y/N rolled her eyes and turned towards the window, crossing her arms as she went. She felt the pressure as she whacked her elbow on the door, but the pain of it wasn't there. She shrugged it off and lay her head down, letting the rumble of the Impala rock her to sleep.
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"Hey! We're here!" 
Dean's palm slapped the back of the seat; the cracking leather and his deep voice pulling Y/N awake.
"Yeah," she mumbled, rubbing her drool covered cheek on her shoulder, "I'm up." She sat up, giving herself a sleepy shove away from the door, but she felt heavy, wrong. 
The Impala rocked from side to side as the brothers vacated, doors squeaking on their hinges. Y/N shook her head, trying to clear away the last dregs of slumber, and reached for the door handle. Her shoulder twitched but her hand refused to move. 
"Um."
Thinking perhaps she'd been leaning on a nerve and it fell asleep, Y/N reached for the door with her left hand. 
It refused, barely lifting off of her lap. 
"Um…"
She tried again with both hands, but she could not control her arms; everything below her elbows felt like lead. 
With a small nugget of panic rising in her gut, she tried to wiggle her toes, then turn her ankles, extend her knees, but again- nothing. She could feel the seat beneath her, feel the pressure of trying to move, but her body would not cooperate.
"Um!"
Sam turned as he heard her shout. "What's wrong?" He opened the door and Y/N looked up with a worried but comical smile.
"Hey, so, you know that giant ball of witch power I took to the chest?"
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Sam carried her to the room and lay her out on the bed, back propped up by every pillow in the double room. She watched as the boys scuffled about, Sam flipping through a random text, Dean barely concentrating on the computer as his eyes kept coming back to Y/N.
"You sure you're not in pain?" he asked, brow creased with worry.
Y/N smiled gently and attempted to shrug, but her arms, shoulder down, were blocks of granite. "I'm really not," she said honestly. "It's just annoying."
"And you are having no trouble breathing? Anything like that?" Sam inquired, eyes lifting from his book.
"Nope."
“Well, that’s good.”
Dean eyed him suspiciously. “How is this good?”
Sam sighed and put his book aside, giving up on it. “Well, generally, with full-body paralysis like this, the lungs and heart and internal organs are affected as well, usually making it hard for the body to continue… being alive.” Dean sat up, more concerned than ever, but Sam held up a hand. “But that’s not happening here, it seems. Just… she’s gone…”
“Limp,” Dean said sadly. 
“Yeah.” 
“I’m right here, ya know,” Y/N hissed, trying to shake her head in annoyance, but unable to move her neck. “Fuck. Guys…I can’t…” Her voice went high and tight and her eyes wet with frustration. 
Dean left the table and sat by her side, warm fingers closing around her useless hand. “You’re gonna be OK, babygirl. OK?” He smiled sadly and squeezed her fingers. “You can still feel that, right?” 
She tried to nod, but nothing moved. “I can. I… I’m so sorry, Dean. This is a waste of time and I shouldn’t have, I just… I couldn’t watch you get hurt again.”
“Stop that right now.” Dean gave her a true smile and leaned over her, kissing her forehead and then the apple of each cheek, then the tip of her nose. “We’ll fix this.” 
“Dean?” she breathed, almost a hum against him. “I can feel your hand…”
Looking down, he noticed that his left hand had dropped almost automatically to her right breast as he leaned over; nothing unusual or unwanted, just odd in timing. He pulled back almost instantly. 
“I’m... oops.” He laughed and Y/N smiled. 
“It’s OK. I’m glad I can still feel it.”
Dean licked his lip slyly and gave her nipple a quick tweak. Y/N gasped and her eyes fluttered. 
“Oh...ok…” she moaned. “That’s...wow. Yes. Please.”
Dean cocked an eyebrow in interest and let his fingers close around her tit, squeezing gently. 
Her lips parted with a heavy sigh. "Use me, Dean…"
Sam interrupted. “That’s it!” he announced, jumping up and stomping towards the door. “I’m calling Bobby.”
Dean turned to watch him go, shrugging as the door slammed shut. Back to Y/N, he shifted on the bed and cupped both of Y/N’s breasts, watching carefully as her eyes glazed over. 
“Can you feel that?” 
“Yes…”
His thumbs rolled over her nipples until they were hard. “And that?” 
Y/N moaned. “Yeah.”
He leaned down and kissed her slowly, sucking on her bottom lip. “Feel that?”
“Mmm.” Her tongue fell still against his, but her heavy breaths urged him on. 
“And this?” Scratchy lips drifted slowly down across her jaw to settle beneath her ear. 
“Ahh…”
Dean blew a thin stream of air across her ear and he felt her skin pimple beneath his fingertips. “This?”
Y/N made a throaty noise, but her tongue was immobile, her lips stuck slightly parted. He felt so good, so heavy on top of her, but she could do little more than moan and blink. 
He snuck a hand up beneath her shirt, calloused fingertips scraping against her belly. Dean leaned in harder, sucking on her collarbone while he reached for her tit. 
The door opened and closed loudly, Sam bounding in with information on his tongue. He looked up and nearly dropped his phone as he saw Dean molesting Y/N. 
“Dean, what the fuck!” 
“No, no…” Dean defended, climbing off the bed. “She likes it. She can feel it and was talking and asking for it just a minute ago.”
Sam looked over his brother at Y/N who lay like a statue on the pillows. Her head was tilted slightly to the right, her eyes wide and staring, lips parted. “Y/N?” 
She didn’t move, entire body locked in place, but made a noise, pushing out a deep breath. 
“See? She’s fine.” Dean smiled and crossed his arms over his chest, but quickly dropped them as Sam rolled his eyes at Dean’s tented jeans. 
“Ya know…”
Dean cleared his throat. “So, any news?”
Sam put his phone on the table and nodded. “Bobby says it’s a simple Boneca Curse, seems similar to one he saw a few years back. It’s basically just a self-defense tactic to buy time. It should wear off in about six hours. Doesn’t kill you, just turns you into a…”
“Ragdoll.”
“Yeah.”
Dean smirked, looking back at Y/N. “Fun.”
Sam startled. “Is it?”
“Yeah,” Dean confirmed, eyes widening with an idea. “Watch.” 
He returned to the bed and picked up Y/N’s left arm, holding it high and then letting it drop. It hit the bed, bouncing slightly on the crappy mattress, and then went still. 
“Real mature,” Sam scolded. 
Dean ignored him and carefully lifted both of Y/N’s arms above her head. They lay where he put them, gently resting on the pillows. He then spread her legs with care, running his hands firmly up her inner thighs as he went. Finally, he puckered her lips, tilting her chin down a bit. 
“What are you doing?” Sam sighed, trying to remain unaffected by the sexual possibilities. She looked like a sex doll, open and ready to play. 
“Instant bondage, no ropes!” Dean explained, proud of himself. “She can’t move, can’t squirm away. This is awesome.”
Sam shook his head and moved towards the scene. “Can’t give her consent, can’t use her safe word...this isn’t OK, Dean.”
Dean sucked his teeth. "Ya know, back when you didn't have a soul, you would have been all over this."
"Which should tell you something."
Y/N groaned and the boys turned their heads to her.
"I think she's trying to say something," Sam observed, moving to lean his ear to her lips. 
"...ee..ssee…"
Dean looked over his shoulder. "What'd she say?"
"I don't know. I think she said please."
Dean snapped his fingers victoriously. "Told ya! Dude, she was begging for it two minutes ago. Trust me. This is like a huge fantasy for her."
Sam's neck nearly broke it spun around so fast. "She's said that?"
"I mean, not the whole curse thing, but the unable to move…" Dean waved his hands over Y/N, trying to articulate, "...frozen, time stop, sex doll thing. Yeah."
Sam frowned in interest and looked back at Y/N. "Really?"
"What, you guys don't talk about your kinks and stuff?"
Sam shook his head. "No, we talk about normal things like books and art and lore."
Dean laughed. "Your pillow talk needs work, brother."
There was a long pause during which Sam debated his entire life. He thought about Y/N and how much he loved to make her cum like a fountain on his dick, remembered every moral philosophy book he'd ever read and there were a few, then concluded without question that he was in no way going to touch or allow Dean to touch Y/N while she was in such a state.
Just as Sam moved to get up, Y/N made a noise that wasn't too far from but not quite his name, and Sam gave in to the impossibly shady but ultimately alluring situation. He kissed her hard, marveling at the feel of her lips. She was locked in place yet pliable, soft and warm. She couldn't kiss him back, but she moaned appreciatively when Sam bit down on her lip.
Dean took advantage of Sam's distraction and slowly began to undress her, taking care to use gentle fingers as he peeled off her boots, socks, jeans, and panties. When he reached her bare pussy, he let out a whistle that pulled Sam's eyes downwards.
"Look at that, Sammy," he beamed. "Pretty girl's all wet and ready for us."
Sam pinched her nipples through her shirt and watched in amazement as her pussy visibly clenched. "Well now...this may actually be fun."
Dean crawled onto the bed and fit himself between her legs, sitting up on his knees. "Come on, Sam, this was already fun." He grabbed Y/N's ankles gently and pushed, bending her knees as he spread them wider. Again, she stayed where he put her and Dean licked his lips. "So much fun." 
Sam heard a rip of metal and looked back in shock as Dean was unsheathing his cock. 
“You’re not gonna do that,” Sam hissed under his breath. 
Fisting his cock and nudging the tip through Y/N’s already slick hole, Dean;s head wobbled in confusion. “Uh… yeah, I am.”
Y/N moaned happily as Dean pushed inside, just an inch, just to see what she’d do. Of course, she did nothing; body remaining exactly as he’d positioned it, but inside she was screaming for more, begging with all her soul for him to fuck her nice and hard while Sam watched on. 
"Holy shit, she's so wet." Dean nearly purred as he thrust in a bit more, cock swallowed by her slick heat. "So...wet." His eyes rolled closed and he rocked his hips, bottoming out slowly, savoring the moment.
"Fuck." Sam stared at Y/N's blank, doll like expression as Dean began to move. He could feel the bed move with each thrust, hear Dean pushing through her wetness, but Y/N remained unchanged. Despite his worry, it was incredibly hot and he tugged at his jeans awkwardly, trying to give his hardening dick some space.
Dean noticed Sam's discomfort. "You don't have to just sit there like a lump, you know."
Sam twisted around, cheeks rudy with embarrassment. "What?"
"She's...fuck...she's got a mouth, Sam…"
Dean fell forward, hands catching on the mattress beside her waist and shut out the world, focusing on the delicious tightness of Y/N's cunt; imagining what she must be thinking, pretending he could hear her usual moans and screams. 
Sam drew a finger across Y/N's cheek, curling it under her chin when he reached it. Curiously, he gave a little pull and her head turned towards him without a hint of hesitation. "Wow."
Y/N's breath crackled in her throat. He wished he could see a spark, hear a plea, something, anything, but she was a living statue. A true doll ready to be played with. 
It didn't take him long to make the choice, his dick was throbbing painfully in his jeans. 
Gently, he opened her mouth and squeezed her cheeks a bit, forming a beautiful pink circle into which he dipped the head of his cock. Her mouth watered around him and she moaned gratefully.
"Hear that?" Dean asked, voice a husky whisper as he picked up speed, "she always loves a good double stuff."
Sam ignored him, keeping his gaze on Y/N's empty, expressionless eyes as he slowly fucking into her mouth. "God, you're beautiful," he growled, speaking to the ragdoll who couldn't acknowledge. 
Inside, she blushed. Inside, she gagged around his massive cock. Inside, she thrashed and twisted and clawed and tightened and screamed as her body shook with orgasm. 
Outside, she was silent, but her cunt spasmed hard around Dean.
"Holy fuck!" He shivered and pushed up again, thrusting faster. "I think she just came."
"Such a good...fuckdoll," Sam praised, sliding through her lips again. An idea floated through his head and Sam grabbed her left hand, turning her wrist and arranging her fingers so that she cupped his balls perfectly. "So good." 
With a smirk, Dean followed suit, yanking Y/N's shirt up over her chest and placing her right hand on her breast. For fun, he squeezed her fingers so they stayed tight around the soft flesh, dumpling it perfectly. 
"There ya go, baby," he teased. "I know you like to play with your tits when you cum."
Her cunt clenched in response and Dean lifted her knees, hooking them around his sides so he could take her deeper. The new angle made her hum deeply and after four good snaps of Dean's hips, she was cumming again, this time letting loose a hot stream against him. 
"Fuck, Y/N!" Dean grunted with each thrust and then came, unable to hold back any longer. 
He rolled away after a while, pants and shirt a wet mess. He lay on his back and dragged a hand down his face as he caught his breath, amazed that Y/N still had not moved. Her legs were as he'd left them, spread wide, pussy swollen and leaking his cum. He thought for a second about grabbing his phone and snapping a picture to show her later, but it was so far away, and his blood was still relocating back through his limbs.
Now that Sam had her all to himself, he went to town, pulling away to readjust his dollie. She moved so easily, as if she weighed nothing at all, and Sam quickly got her sitting up on her knees. With some effort, her removed her shirt and posed her hands to cup her naked tits, offering them up to him.
"You're way too into this, dude," Dean laughed, watching from his spot.
"Go take a shower," Sam snapped, maneuvering her head to sit where he wanted. 
"Whatever."
The bathroom door slammed and Sam pushed his fingers through Y/N's hair, tangling tightly so he could pull her head back and forth. 
Wide eyes stared, flat tongue lay still, heart raced.
Sam fucked her face until he felt her gag, jabbing his hips into her again and again. Tears fell and her voice rumbled; Sam went faster.
When he was close, he pulled out and took over, staring down at her pretty tits as he jerked himself off, aiming for her presented nipples as his target.
"Fuck! Goddammit, shit!" 
Y/N stayed still, a living statue painted with his hot cum, face not showing a glimpse of the bliss rolling inside. She came again, mind blown as her cunt pulsed, soaking into the bed below.
Out of breath and growling, Sam hopped down off of the bed and grabbed her face in one hand, turning her lips upwards for a deep kiss. 
"Thanks," he whispered.
Deep inside, Y/N thanked him in return.
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"Go get me pizza," Y/N mumbled, stretching out her arms and nearly rolling out of bed.
Dean's head snapped towards her and he got up from the couch. "Hey, baby," he smiled, coming to sit by her side. "Feeling better?"
"I'm starving. Please go get me pizza." 
He laughed and kissed her forehead, relieved the spell was fading. "Sam went to get some food."
"Good."
On cue, Sam was there, struggling to open the door with two paper bags and a cup holder in his hands. "Please, don't help," he sassed.
Dean shrugged. "Wasn't gonna."
Sam dropped dinner on the table and pulled a soda out for Y/N. "Drink," he said, shoving a straw in her face. "You need sugar."
"Think I already got some," she teased, reaching out to pinch his ass. 
"You back to normal?"
She sighed and nodded. "I feel everything again. I'm back to normal." For emphasis, she wagged her fingers at him and winked. "All good. Sadly."
Sam cocked his head. "Sadly?"
"I mean… That was a fucking dream come true," she sighed and took a drink, staring off into nothing, remembering.
"Was pretty awesome," Dean agreed.
Sam smiled reluctantly. "It was."
Dean laughed. "Especially round two when you put her on the table and-"
"Oh, that was hot!" Y/N cut in, nodding enthusiastically. "And when you used the-"
Sam threw up his hands, done. "OK. It was hot! Do we need to talk about every detail?"
Y/N shrugged and chewed her straw. "I'm just saying...if you ever wanna use bedsheets like that again...I'm down."
Sam's face burned bright. "Please stop."
Dean laughed and fished a but her from the bag. "Such a prude, Sammy. Embrace your inner freak."
"Shut up!"
"Bitch!"
"Jerk!"
"I love you guys." Y/N sighed, sinking back against the pillows with a very satisfied smile.
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Full House
4. “how many days  has it been?”
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pairing: steve rogers x f!reader characters: steve rogers, sharon carter, bucky barnes, reader, pietro maximoff word count: 3k+ warnings: family issues, fluff summary: steve finds out something about you and you just want pietro to stop being so broody
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Steve sighs deeply, dropping the towels Bucky had asked for on the front desk, ignoring the greetings of a couple of members making their way to the lockers to his left.
Sharon lifts a delicate eyebrow in his direction, pulling the pile of towels in her direction to fold them neatly. “This is the tenth time you’ve sighed in the last hour, Steve.” She shifts her weight to one foot. “What’s gotten into you?”
Bucky chuckles, clicking away at the computer. “Most likely his mystery girl.”
Steve shoots him a glare, but Bucky doesn’t even turn to look at him, continuing to scroll through whatever he’s looking at on the computer screen. 
It’s not like Steve has been thinking thinking about you, but it’s hard to forget such an eventful meeting (how many get to say they took a stranger home after finding them black out drunk in their stairwell, potentially saving them from the dangers of the night) like yours? Especially when you ran out of his apartment looking like a skittish animal and without a mention of your name, leaving him to wonder what your name could be; but no name he comes up with ever sounds right—fitting.
“Still?” Comes Sharon’s exasperated reply. “It’s been days, Steve!”
“Nine days,” he murmurs, and Bucky’s eyes finally rip away from the screen to stare at him with something akin to astonishment, Sharon mirroring his expression. “What?”
“You’ve been keeping count?”
Steve frowns, but the heat he refuses to acknowledge still rushes to his head. “Not exactly?”
“Wow,” Bucky says, gaping. “You have it bad!”
“It’s only been nine days!”
“Only?” Bucky scoffs. “Stevie, pal, that’s enough for me to forget every person I’ve fallen in love with at first sight.”
They’re being ridiculous. He just can’t help the curiosity—why were you in the stairwell? Why did you seem so sad? Who texted you that you got so terrified that you ran out of his apartment? Did whatever you were going through get resolved? Or were they getting worse? And most importantly:
What is your name?
“You have issues,” Sharon directs at Bucky—to which he responds with a shrug and a cheeky grin—before turning to him and saying, “And you? You need to move on. You don’t know anything about the girl!”
“I think that’s the point. Steve is loving the mystery!” Bucky leans back into the rolling chair he’s occupying and locks his fingers behind his head. “And truth be told, I kind of like her too, ‘cause, ya know, she didn’t end up murdering us in our sleep.”
Sharon looks at him expectantly as if waiting for him to answer and all he can do is flash her a sheepish smile. Her eye twitches and she throws her head back. “Seriously? That’s it? That’s what—“
“Rude! Second of all—”
He pauses—wait, what was that?—fading out Sharon’s voice, his eyes frantically search around the gym—he swears he heard—taking in every person in the room.
—was it really you?—but he doesn’t find what he’s—
His breath hitches, heart beating against his rib cage rapidly—you. It’s really you!
“Uh, Steve?”
“She’s here,” comes his breathless reply, taking a step forward, smile spreading on his lips. But it’s ripped away from his lips so easily, feet coming to an abrupt halt when they take in the sight of a muscular, younger and definitely more handsome than him, man standing at your side and staring down at you with exasperated fondness.
And you’re not alone.
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Pietro moves at a fast pace—calves burning and sweat dripping down his face, but he keeps on pushing. It reminds you of a younger Pietro, who struggled with high school and teachers constantly picking on him for being too hyperactive; only finding reprieve in track and field and working out. He used to drag you—and Wanda—to the gym then too; it helped deplete all those negative feelings festering in his mind.  
You only watch from your spot on the leg press, pretending to put in any effort if only to satisfy your brother’s excess nagging that you—and the family—need to work out more. Maybe he’s the one that needs to work out less. Has he ever thought of that?
The machine beeps and it begins to slow down, Pietro doesn’t wait for it to. He hops onto the sides, legs spread as he presses something on the touchscreen of the treadmill to turn it off.
“How do you not die?” you ask him, your earlier plan to pretend to work out with him being left abandoned to stare at your brother in awe, who is barely out of breath. “Are you some kind of freak?”
He finally cracks a smile, snorting as he nudges his nose with his knuckle. “It’s called exercising regularly.”
You roll your eyes and lean back into the backrest of the machine. “Daisy once asked me if you were on steroids and I’m starting to think she might’ve been onto something.”
He bends low for his water bottle next to your feet. “My muscles and gym drive are 100% authentic, kid.”
“Yeah, okay.” You’re worried about Pietro. Out of all of your siblings, he’s the most sensitive. Sure Scott was more attached to your parents than the rest of you, but it’s Pietro who feels more strongly about everything. 
A lot of people would assume it’s Wanda, and while in a way they’re right, they’re also very much wrong. Wanda is empathetic, understands what other people feel more easily. Pietro isn’t as empathetic as his twin, he’s the type of person to get caught up in his own feelings and drown in them. He’s kind of similar to Clint in that aspect, but over the years, your older brother has become more logical (and Natasha would never let him linger in his feelings for too long, anyway), while Pietro has… not. 
“So, for how long are you going to keep avoiding Wanda?”
His hand freezes mid air as he brings his drink back up to his lips. “I’m not avoiding her,” he says, moving to a different machine—a pull up machine.
You get up, picking up your own water bottle and follow after him. “Right,” you drawl, “because sneaking out is totally not avoidance.”
He readies the machine, moving things, adjusting shit. “We did not sneak out.” Yeah, okay. He pulls away and then stares at you expectantly.
“What?” His eyes move from you to the machine and back. “Oh, no! No, no, no. I’m only here as moral support.” He rolls his eyes as you step away. “You get on that machine.”
“I would if it were a challenge.”
You scoff and cross your arms defiantly. “I’m not doing it.”
“Should I tell Wanda that you stayed over at a guys house when you almost gave her a heart attack?” he says, raising his eyebrow in challenge. 
This jerk! You shouldn’t have told him! Why did you tell him anyway? Oh, right, he’s annoying (and didn’t believe your lie of having passed out in Daisy’s bedroom after having way too much to drink and your friends not noticing because they were equally inebriated—Wanda probably didn’t believe you either, but she probably thinks you’ll eventually tell her, and you will. Eventually. Maybe. If Pietro doesn’t tell her out of spite first).
Your mouth parts and you stare at your brother with wide eyes. “Okay, first of all, rude! Secondly, it was a mistake! An accident! And it’s not like I slept with him,” you hiss, looking around the gym to check that no one is close enough to listen in on your conversation. “He was just a kind soul that helped me out.”
“You do realize that’s worse, right? Sleeping at a stranger’s house? He could’ve been a creep for all you know.” 
“Well, he wasn’t. He was a kind stranger!” 
He pushes you towards the machine. “Do it.”
“Listen,” you tell him, spinning your arm to the point where you can hear creaks and bone popping, “my body wasn’t made for working out!”
“Is everything all right?” A voice interrupts, and you and Pietro both spin on your heels almost in sync to find the guy that was sitting next to a pretty blonde lady that—your brother didn’t try flirting with, surprisingly enough—signed you in as a guest.
His eyes are an intense blueish-gray eyes, brown hair pulled back into a bun and day old scruff adorning his jaw and chin. He’s pretty—prettier than Natasha and Wanda combined, and those are some fighting words—in a masculine way or whatever. But he doesn’t hold a candle to Steve, your kind and totally not a creep, stranger.
“Yes,” Pietro says at the same time you blurt out, “No.”
He shoots you a glare and you ignore it as you address the other guy, eyes drifting down to his handwritten name tag. “Bucky,” you start before doing a double take. “Bucky?” What kind of—never mind. You’re getting distracted! “Can you please tell my brother here that forcing me on a machine is completely against safety guidelines?”
Bucky—seriously, who names their kid Bucky?—blinks, eyes moving between you and Pietro. “Brother?”
“Yes,” you deadpan. You know you look nothing like Pietro or any of your siblings—he’s not the first to be surprised at the revelation and he won’t be the last—but it gets old. “Brother. He’s my brother.”
“Oh,” he says, eyes drifting over your shoulder and you almost turn, but he stops you by saying, “It isn't against safety guidelines, but it is if you don’t use the machine properly.”
Pietro sighs deeply. “If you don’t want to do pull ups then get on the treadmill.”
“That’s worse!” you argue. “Do you really think I have the stamina to run?”
Your brother’s nose flares and you just know you’ve hit his limit of patience—oops—but before he can rip you a new one, Bucky interrupts, “We had a boxing class cancellation if you’d—“
“Is it low effort? Or fun?”
Pietro is about to pop, if him closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath is anything to go by. 
Bucky, on the other hand grins as he says, “It's better than boring ol’ cardio and pull ups, that’s for certain.”
You press your lips together, thinking it over—it’s really just for show, you’d do anything to get away from treadmills and bars—as Pietro rubs his temple. “We’ll take it!”
“Sis, I don’t have the money—“
“Don’t worry about it,” Bucky interrupts your brother, already leading you to a different part of the gym, weaving through machines and people working out at night. 
Your brother isn’t entirely convinced, but he follows anyway.
He knocks on a door—that reminds you a little of those noir detective movies with the dramatic acting that Cass and Scott like forcing everyone to watch—before opening it to reveal a whole other room with different training gear and a large ring smack dab in the middle. 
Grunts and loud smacks fill the room—1, 2, 1, 2, 2. 
“Hey, punk, we have company!”
The grunting and the pounding stops, and just as you turn to look at Pietro with a wide grin, it falls from your lips as you pause at the sight of a familiar face rounding the large ring—“Steve?” 
“Steve?” Your brother mimics, eyebrows knitting together.
Blue eyes meet yours in confusion before moving between the three of you, mouth gaping and looking like a fish out of water. You would have laughed at the handsome man if you weren’t so shellshocked yourself.
“The miss—,” you interject Bucky with your name and he repeats it, “and her brother—“ you swear you hear some heavy emphasize on brother.
“Pietro,” your brother adds grumpily and Steve physically straightens, disbelief coloring his face as they take you and Pietro in. Yeah. Also won’t be the last.
“Were hoping for something a little more fun and since we had a cancellation—“
“A what now?”
“A cancellation,” Bucky repeats testily, shooting Steve an annoyed glare. “I thought I could offer them the time slot.”
Steve blinks once, then twice, but his eyes never leave you. “Right. Right a cancellation,” he murmurs. 
“Why don’t I take you over here,” Bucky says to your brother whose eyes narrow in suspicion, the two talking, but you pay them no mind as you close the distance between you and Steve with a wide smile. 
“Been a while, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he says, still not shaking off his shocked expression.
You introduce yourself, personally this time, and hold your hand out for him to take, and he introduces himself again too, as if you could have forgotten his name to begin with. “Sorry for running out on you that morning. How many days has it been?” you wonder aloud, not really expecting an answer.
“Nine days,” he answers quickly, confidently and now it’s your turn to stare at him in disbelief. His ears turn a bright red and he clears his throat when you raise an eyebrow. Has it really only been nine days? Huh. “Lets, uh, get you wrapped up.”
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Steve’s grip on your hand is gentle, unlike the white cotton being wrapped around your hand; tip of his tongue sneaking out between his lips, eyes completely concentrated at the task at hand. Hasn’t spoken much of a word to you either, only when you asked what the cotton wrap was for. He said it was for protection, less chance of an injury or something; you practically zoned out as he lectured you on the importance of it, opting to get lost in his gorgeous blue eyes instead.
He really is cute, isn’t he?
You haven’t had much of a chance to think about him since you left his apartment, but there’s no denying that you did sometimes think about looking him up, to maybe ask him out for dinner as a thank you for keeping you out of trouble that night—him being good looking has nothing to do with you wanting to ask him out, scouts honor. Maybe.
Daisy said she’d keep an eye out for your mystery man, but so far she had no luck.
Today, however, it seems you have a lot of luck.
Grunts fill the room and your attention leaves Steve for once, finding your brother already strapped in, fitted with gloves and punching the living daylights out of the thick pads Bucky holds in front of him. A loud smack causes you to grimace and for Steve to pause his work.
“Did I hurt you?”
You tear your eyes away from Pietro and find Steve peering down at you through his dark lashes, genuine worry coating his immensely blue eyes. 
His head tilts, patiently waiting for your answer. Even that is endearing.
Why is he so attractive? What the fuck? 
“Sorry, no, no. You didn’t hurt me. Pietro surprised me is all,” you tell him honestly, eyes moving to your brother again, who is completely focused on the pads. Maybe boxing is what he needs to exert himself? “So,” you start, smiling at Steve, “how have you been? Been saving any other drunk damsels in distress?”
He cracks a smile at that, returning to his task of wrapping up your right hand, his fingers gliding to your wrist and you keep your hands straight as he told you in the beginning. “I’m afraid not.” He briefly glances at you. “Not since you, anyway.” If your smile grows wider, it’s involuntarily. “But I’ve been good, busy. And you?” He pats your hand when he’s done with it and reaches for your left hand, cradling it in his larger ones. 
“I’ve been… I’ve been okay. I guess.”
He hesitates, wrapping the cotton around your palm slowly. “Right…” His eyebrows knit together almost in concentration, but he’s not in concentration at all, if him looking at you every once in a while is of any indication.
Pietro’s grunts and Bucky’s commands fill the room with sound, but it’s dull compared to the loud silence between you both. You watch him, occasionally meeting his gaze. You wonder what he could be thinking about: that night? Did you do or say anything strange? Because you wouldn’t put it past your drunk self. You’ve been told you’re an open drunk—says too much and is way too affectionate. So maybe you did say something?
When he’s done wrapping your hand, he does the same as before, pats it and let's go. “How do they feel?” he asks, finally breaking the silence. 
You clench and unclench your hand, feeling the wrap adjusting nicely to your movements. “They’re good. Not too loose and not too tight.”
He nods and moves away, pulling out a couple of gloves from the closet behind him. He surveys them, checking their sizes before settling on one pair. He lays them aside before turning back to you. “Why don’t we warm up first?”
“Teach away.”
He cracks a smile and moves to stand beside you, his own wrapped hands lifting in front of him. “We’ll start with shadow boxing.” He stands with his legs slightly spread and bent at the waist, bringing his fists up to his face. “This is a resting pose, after every punch, you should come back to it.”
You mimic him, but something doesn’t feel right.
“Bend your knees a little—no, do you mind if—“
You grin, wicked and amused at the reddening of ears. “Go ahead.”
His large hands settle on your waist, turning it away from him. “Keep your weight distributed evenly. Don’t put it on just one foot.” His fingers glide from your elbows to your hands—and you’re one hundred percent sure boxing shouldn’t be this touchy feeling, but you don’t mind it. Not when your instructor is Steve. “That’s it. Now, when you punch, make sure your thumbs aren’t inside your fist, keep them out—there you go.”
He keeps demonstrating, occasionally putting his hands on you to guide you, but only if necessary (which is literally all the time). If you don’t get it right the first couple of tries, it’s totally not your fault.
By the end of your session, you don’t know whether you want to kill Bucky or thank him. You’re drenched, heart racing for more than one reason, and legs wobbling from all the exertion. Steve is just as wet as you, sweat seeping into his shirt and droplets raining down his neck and disappearing under the black t-shirt he’s wearing; cheeks deliciously flushed and chest heaving. How can your heart not race at the sight of this Adonis? 
But also, why is boxing so damn exhausting?
Steve did every single exercise and activity with you, doing them twofold just to give you more motivation since you were being a whiny bitch. Something you’re completely grateful for, because if he hadn’t, you would have thrown in the towel ten minutes into it.
Pietro is still training with Bucky, one final set of jump rope and they’ll be done and you’ll soon be on your way; and then it’ll only be a matter of time before you’ll be in your bed resting, sleeping off your exhaustion and completely and utterly happy—well, until you wake up with sore muscles and deep regrets, anyway.
And hopefully with this full workout, Pietro won’t be as moody.
Steve stretches next to you, offering you water after you finish yours during a small break. You thank him, relishing in the cool liquid sliding down your throat.
“Want to get dinner sometime?” you suddenly ask, taking him completely off guard and causing him to choke on his saliva. You quickly get on your knees and pat his back.
He waves you away when he’s no longer coughing. “What?”
He’s completely red, from his neck to the tips of his ears. Whether from his choking incident or your question, you don’t know, but you still grin. “Dinner?” you repeat. “You and me?”
He gawks as if he can’t believe you’re really asking him out for dinner and as cute as you think he’s being, you’re also growing impatient with every second that he doesn’t answer.
“Yes or no? Because I need to know whether you’re okay with the idea or—“
“Dinner sounds great,” he finally says and your grin only grows wider.
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Chapter Seven
Tear In My Heart | Series Masterlist
Warnings: Profanity, angst
Word Count: 2551
Authors’ Note: Enjoy the chapter! :) (picture credit)
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November 2014 - Towards the End of the Quiet is Violent Tour
Laughter filled the bus as you and Tyler were playing a bit of Mario Kart with one another. There wasn't really anyone else around at that moment to play with him as Josh was in the back busy with something and Jenna had left to go back home. Sitting on the couch with controllers in your hands, the both of you were doing whatever you could to cheat and make the other mess up. Yelling to scare them, nudging, talking crap... it was just a good time between friends and you had needed it after plenty of stressful shows. The whole ordeal with Josh had lightened up a bit, but things were still a little awkward so talking still wasn't the first thing on your list to do with him.
Once Tyler won the round, you groaned as a sore loser would and leaned back fully into the couch to stretch your back. He laughed at you and grinned, pumping his fists in the air yelling, "I am the victor!"
Narrowing your eyes over to him, you shook your head and tried your hardest to not give him the satisfaction of laughing or smiling at his words. But, you couldn't help it, so you let out a soft chuckle. Hearing your phone ding, you looked down to see that you had received a text from Jenna which made you feel happier than you already had been. But, it was the usual text that you should've been expecting.
Jenna: Please go and talk to Josh. Please. Tyler is constantly talking to me about how pissed he is that he has to be the middle man. And Josh is always asking about you.
You made a face and then put your phone in your pocket before looking back to Tyler who had quieted down after turning off the game console. He looked down to his watch and cursed under his breath, hopping up from his spot on the couch.
"I need to go for a while! The guys need me to help out with some things," he explained as you nodded over toward him in acknowledgement. He clicked his tongue and threw up a peace sign with his fingers before exiting the bus and leaving you and Josh alone. He seemed to have a knack for doing that sort of thing. After a bit of time spent resting your eyes, you heard a shout come from the back of the bus which caused you to perk up a bit.
"Hey, Ty, I need help wi- oh." Josh stopped dead in his tracks after entering the room to only see you there, staring at him.
"Tyler just left to go and help with something," you let him know and he nodded his head quickly and looked down.
"Ok, no problem," he said simply and turned to head back to where he came from.
"Wait, Josh! Did you say that you needed help with something?"
He stopped what he was doing and then slowly turned back to face you, swallowing hard for a moment.
"Well, yeah, actually. I'm... kind of dying my hair. I need some help with getting it all over my head." He shrugged a bit and shoved his hands in his pockets.
You smiled a little to him and then stood up from you spot and nodded, walking over to close the space between you before stopping to give a decent amount of space.
"I can help. I'm your girl."
A grin slowly appeared on his lips and he nodded, motioning for you to follow.
If only you were, Y/N. If only.
“I have all the dye ready and everything, I just wanted to get Tyler’s opinion on the color. What do you think?”
You looked in the little plastic tub that Josh had set in front of the mirror. It was full of a peach colored dye. It would look amazing contrasted against the dark parts of his hair.
“I love it, Josh. I think you - I mean, it… will look great.”
“You think so?” he asked, looking to you with a grin.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Alright, you can go back to the table if you want. I’ll need help with the back of my head eventually, but I wanted to double check the color with someone before I went slathering it all over my hair.”
“I’ll stay in here with you,” you said, deciding to take a seat in a chair before you backed out.
Josh was quiet as he began to cover the faded purple strands in the new dye. You decided to use this time to answer Jenna’s text from earlier, which had quickly been forgotten between Tyler’s sudden exit and helping Josh with his hair.
Y/N: Helping him dye his hair. Not entirely sure how I got here. Progress?
Jenna’s answer was almost instantaneous.
Jenna: Progress.
As Josh slowly became more comfortable with the process of dying his hair, he began to get a bit more talkative with you. Before long, you two were making easy conversation and your phone was entirely forgotten. Concerts were the main thing that came up between the two of you, since it was an easy topic that both of you had plenty of experience with.
“Ok, I think we’re ready to do the back,” he said, leaning forward a bit to more closely examine the front of his hair.
“This is where I come in?”
“Yep.”
You stood up, adjusted your jeans a bit, and crossed the room to where Josh was standing. He finished up the strand that he was working on and turned to you.
“Tell me where you want me.”
A little closer to me would be fine.
“Oh, um, let me figure out what I’m doing. Do you have extra gloves?”
“Yeah, take those ones,” he said, gesturing to ones on the table that you had somehow missed. “Sorry if they’re a bit big, they were meant for Tyler.”
“No worries.”
You wracked your brain for the techniques that you and your best friends used to use when you dyed your hair. Most of them would just dump the dye on their head and massage it in, but you didn’t think that would fly in this type of situation.
“How should I do this?” you asked as you began to work some dye into Josh’s hair.
“It seems like you’re doing a decent job,” Josh said, briefly meeting your eyes in the mirror. “Just don’t get it in the dark parts.”
“Oh, oops.”
“Y/N!” Josh gasped.
“I’m kidding, I know not to dye the dark parts of your hair.”
Josh’s shoulders relaxed a bit. You had surprised yourself with how easily you had thrown a joke his way, especially after the last two months of non-stop tension on tour. It was nice.
The small talk continued as you dyed his hair, trying your best not to let your fingers touch his actual scalp. Even though it was part of the dying process, you were holding out hope that Tyler would be back before it was done so that you wouldn’t have to really get your fingers up in Josh’s hair. That seemed like a level of intimacy that you weren’t ready to handle yet.
“Are you making sure to get the roots of my hair?” he asked, turning his head slightly to look.
“Well, um, I’m getting there.”
“You can touch my head, Y/N. It’s not a big deal.”
You swallowed. Hard. “Right.”
“I promise.”
With a fresh scoop of dye on your hands, you reached up and really began to get your fingers into Josh’s hair, massaging the dye into his roots. He moved his head around a little, making it easier for you to reach some of the parts that were higher up on his head. It felt weird to be running your hands through your boss’ hair, but the more you framed it as just another work task in your mind, the less awkward it started to feel.
That is, until you caught Josh’s eye in the mirror and held eye contact for a little longer than would be deemed normal.
“Sorry,” you muttered, averting your eyes back to his hair.
“For what?”
“I don’t know… staring, I guess. Um, I think I got it all.”
Josh turned and investigated his hair, meanwhile you were practically ripping the gloves off your hands and tossing them down onto the table. Your face felt like it was on fire.
You scooped up your phone and started to walk out of the room, but Josh caught your arm. It was the first bit of contact you two had shared since he stopped you on the bridge a few weeks ago, and the slight brush of his fingers was enough to send tingles up to your shoulder.
“Y/N, hold on.”
“What?” you said, turning to face him. The word came out more aggressive than you had intended.
“Can we talk about what’s going on between us? You and I both know that things haven’t been the same since I freaked out before that first show and I need to know if I did something wrong because this silence between us is killing me.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Josh. It was just me getting in my own head.”
“Getting in your own head? What do you mean?”
Shit.
“It’s just… that day, when I calmed you down and we… you know,” you paused to take a deep breath, “I’m just afraid that I was sending you the wrong signals. I feel like I crossed a line that I shouldn’t have, considering that you’re my boss and everything. Then you factor in Beau not being here and Tyler’s weird looks… it got really overwhelming really fast.”
“I understand. Tyler definitely didn’t make things any easier between us. That’s why I wasn’t mad, just… irritated that we couldn’t talk.”
“I know. I should have just brought it up with the both of you separately before it became this huge thing that everyone had to deal with. I guess I thought that putting more distance between us would help, but really it just did the opposite.”
“Don’t worry about it, Y/N, I understand why you did it. And listen, I’m really sorry if I ever did anything to make you uncomfortable, that was never my intention.”
You shook your head, “You never have. I like being around you Josh, even if these last two months weren’t really a good indicator of that.”
You could have sworn there had been more space between the two of you just a second ago. He was close enough now that you could smell the chemical scent that was coming from all the dye that was slathered in his hair.
“I like being around you too, Y/N.”
“Are we ok now?” you asked, trying to ignore just how close he was.
“I’m ok if you’re ok.”
“I’m ok.”
He smiled, “Then we’re ok.”
Your eyes glanced down at his lips, only for a second. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage so hard that you thought it was rattling your entire body. This was a bad idea. You were taken. Josh was a friend. A boss, even.
And yet, something in the back of your mind was screaming at you to just lean in and kiss him.
“Josh, I think we need to-”
“Yo! Josh! That hair color looks sick.”
Your shoulders dropped in an instant, both from relief and disappointment. Hadn’t you two just had a conversation about mixed signals and boundaries? Yet here you were ready to forget about the rest of your life and kiss him right in the middle of the tour bus.
You could tell that there was disappointment etched over Josh's face for a mere second before he switched back to his normal happy expression for Tyler. He turned to look at him and smiled widely, nodding his head happily.
"Right?! Y/N helped me! It's going to turn out a nice color, I think."
"Oh she did, did she?" Tyler asked, looking over to you with a brief smirk, before you narrowed your eyes at him.
"Just... go and help him wash his hair. Jesus," you playfully snapped at him and smacked his arm as you passed him to go out to the living area, hearing Tyler giggle a bit behind you. Rolling your eyes at how childish he was, you plopped down on the couch and pulled out your cellphone.
Luckily, Jenna hadn't written anything else that you had missed while in the bathroom with Josh, so you decided that you should fill her in.
Y/N: You won't believe what almost happened.
It took only a few moments for Jenna to reply, as if she had been waiting by her phone for an update.
Jenna: Tell me right now.
With a small smirk forming because of her impatience, you start typing.
Y/N: There was definitely a moment where Josh and I almost kissed and then your dumb boyfriend came in and interrupted. Again.
You set your phone in your lap as you reached over and grabbed the remote for the television, turning it on to watch something. Taking a deep breath as you flipped through the channels, you looked down for a moment and saw that she had replied again.
Jenna: Not into Josh. My ass. I told you to talk to him. Not kiss him.
Y/N: Shut up, Jenna. There was a moment.
You giggled and then flipped through your phone to reach her actual phone number to call. You knew that the boys would be in the bathroom for a bit longer, so calling Jenna and explaining things quietly to her wouldn't be a big deal. She was your best friend. She needed to always be in the know.
Almost instantly, she picked up and started fake yelling at you for what you talked about in the text. You ran your hand down your face and pulled your legs up underneath you, shaking your head and laughing a bit.
"I can't believe you guys almost kissed!"
"Jenna... listen. There were fumes in the air and we were in a small space. I have a valid explanation for why I was even considering doing that," you yell-whispered to her and heard her laugh on the other end.
"Y/N, you just need to realize that you have it bad for him. You can try and deny it as much as you want, but Tyler and I see the way that you both look at each other when the other isn't looking. He's just as lovesick as you are," Jenna spoke honestly, but there was just no way that Josh could have the same feelings.
Sure, there was flirting there. There always had been, now that you thought about it. That thought alone made you feel horrible about Beau. Was what you were doing justified with how your boyfriend treated you? You always felt more like a possession than a girlfriend around him. Josh, on the other hand, made you feel like you were invaluable and the greatest treasure on earth.
How could he do that with such few words and touches? Simple glances? It was intoxicating.
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noahsfreckles · 5 years
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Keeping Secrets from Strangers (19)
Around two the next day, Lexi comes over with Starbucks.
"Hi babe," I say as she hands me my Starbucks cup and my protein box. "Thanks."
"Any time love, now let's go gossip and get you sexy for your man."
We head up to my room and sit on my bed. I look at her and smile.
"It's great to see you happy again," she says and I smile again.
"It feels great Lexi. He makes me so happy."
"That's great but I want gossip. Tell me everything.
"What do you wanna know? Ask me stuff."
"Kyle. What's up with you shutting him up about your undies?"
I bite my lip a little and laugh. "Well the morning after me and Noah got together we were in the kitchen making some waffles and he put on some music, you know how I am around music."
"A hoe," she jokes.
I hit her shoulder and laugh. "Well anyways I was dancing to Bazzi and Noah came over, started dancing with me and we were getting places."
"Kyle walked in on you while?" her eyes go big.
"Well sorta."
She gasps and I laugh. "We were dancing and he was pulling up his sweatshirt that I was wearing a little and Kyle came in and caught us. He says he was checking on Noah to see if things were okay."
"You hoe!" She jokingly says.
"It gets worse," I laugh a little and look at her.
"Well tell me."
"Noah had a boner and Kyle wouldn't stop laughing so I started laughing, he wouldn't move away from the counter where he was making waffles for us. He asked me to get the plates and silverware so I turned to get them and my sweatshirt started rising, Kyle coughed and covered his eyes. So he more or less saw my undies."
"You hoe!" She says and laughs.
"And all weekend I was only in his sweatshirt and my bra and undies. And," I bite my lip, "he was only in his boxer briefs and his sweats."
"So did you two, you know?"
"No, we didn't have sex but I wanted to so bad."
"Mia!"
"What? He's hot and," I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
"Mia!," she says again and I start laughing.
"But in all seriousness why didn't you?"
"I didn't wanna be a hoe. I know he probably did too but with all the drama we went through, I didn't wanna just you know fuck him and have all that drama from it. And I don't know why I'm like this with him when I hated being intimate or anything like that with Travis. Which in turned made him cheat."
"No, he cheated cause he's an asshole and wanted to hurt you, not because you didn't want to do anything with him. You just weren't ready and he didn't respect that and we both know Noah would never do that with you or to you. I can tell Mia, he already loves you and I can tell you're really falling for him. I know that you've only been talking for like almost six months but I can tell babe."
"Is it that obvious?"
"No, but I'm your best friend and I can tell when my bestie is."
"How can you tell with Noah?"
"Just the ways he treats you and looks at you, even before all the drama. Oh my god at Starbucks when we met him as Noah I could tell then. He couldn't take his eyes off of you and whenever you lied about something like not knowing what Jamey looked like he looked at you."
"He did?"
She nods.
"Should I? You know take it farther."
"That's up to you babe, if you're ready then go for it."
"Will you think I'm a slut?"
"No. I would never. You're in love with him. And he's your boyfriend."
"I did something last night."
"Tell me!"
"Well we were talking on FaceTime and he set his phone down to change, then he changes in front of the camera just to tease me cause I was teasing him all the time. So I decided to take a bath and I took the laptop in the bathroom with me and."
"You didn't!"
I start laughing. "No no Lexi, I took the laptop in the bathroom with me and set it up so he could see me, I took off my shorts and started pulling up my hoodie, when I got to the bottom of my undies I shut my laptop. And you probably saw our Instagrams afterwards."
"Yeah, I was wondering what you two were doing."
"So once I was finished, I got dressed for bed and called him on FaceTime again, he was all wet from the shower, he told me I turned him on so much he had to shower and get off."
"Mia, you hoe," she laughs. "You know that's probably not the only time he's had to do that right?"
"Oh my god."
"You did say you got him hard all weekend."
"Oh my god, Lexi." I fall over on the bed blushing hiding my face in my blankets.
"You got that boy whipped and you haven't even given it up yet."
"Shut up," I say laughing as I sit up.
"But in all seriousness I think when you're ready you should go for it. If it tonight or in a month go for it you will only regret it if you don't."
"When did you get all advice-y?"
"Just now. But I have a confession."
"Ohhh tell me!"
"Um well, I kinda have a date tomorrow night with.."
"With who?"
"Kyle," she says and hides her face.
"Lexi! When did this happen?"
"We've been talking more now that our best friends have left us for each other. And I thought what can it hurt. Are you mad?"
"Why on earth would I be mad at you?"
"I don't know. I was just so nervous to tell you."
"Why?"
"Cause I didn't know how you react. But I'm glad I told you. The weight has been lifted," she says and falls back on my bed.
"Wanna know a secret?"
"Yeah."
"I sorta knew already."
"What? How? Kyle didn't even tell Noah."
"Well you're not the only one who has observed some things about our guys."
"What have you observed?"
"The way he watches you when you're not looking. At Starbucks when he came over when we met Noah, he would look at you ever time when you weren't paying attention and he asked me about you a few times when we would talk. And that day I forgave him, he couldn't take his eyes off of you and he calls your gorgeous all the time."
"That sneaky asshat."
"I knew this was going to happen I just didn't know when but I'm so happy it happened so quick after Noah and I got together."
"I'm excited. If this goes well we can double date and all that couples stuff."
I laugh and reach over, hugging her. "We both have guys for the first time in our life."
"I don't have Kyle."
"Yet."
"But enough about me tell me more Noah and I stuff."
"What else do you wanna know?"
"Have you done anything like other than kissing?"
"We made out a little and he gave me a hickey," I show her my neck. "And we've turned on each other a lot. But other than that no."
"Well just a suggestion if you're not ready for fucking his brains out," she looks at me and we laugh. "There are lots of other ways."
"Lexi, I'm not a virgin. I know this, I've had sex before."
"I know babe, just think about it."
"Yes mom."
She looks at me and starts laughing which causes me to laugh.
"Do you know what you're doing tonight?"
"As in hooking up?"
"No!" She laughs. "As in the date will you need to dress warm? Cold? Casual?"
"Oh I need to bring a bathing suit and dress dressy casual."
"A bathing suit?"
"Yeah, there's a pool and hot tubs on his roof, he showed me last night. He wants to end the night there is part of the night if things go well on the first part of the date."
"Why wouldn't they go well?"
"His words not mine."
Lexi gets up and walks over to my closet. "Hmmm." She looks at my dress section and pulls out a few dresses. "Try these on."
I get up and do as instructed. I try on three dress and we hate each one. "We need something that shows off your figure and something that he won't be able to keep his hands off of you."
"Hmm. I do have this," I pull out a black bag from the back of my closet, taking it out of the bag and show Lexi.
"Put it on!"
I do as instructed again and look at her once it's on.
"I don't think I'm going to keep my hands off of you!"
I laugh and look at myself in the mirror. "It needs something but I don't know what."
"To be on Noah's bedroom floor."
"Lexi!" I scream.
"Oh shut up you were thinking the same thing."
I blush a little and laugh. "So what does it need?"
"A hat?"
"What kind?"
She moves over and starts looking at my hats. "This one." I put it on and walk over to the mirror again.
"I think this is the one. Thank you, Lexi." I hug her tightly. "Ahh I'm so nervous now."
"It's just Noah." She teases.
I walk over to the bed and fall back, "and that's why it's Noah Centineo, the internet's heartthrob.
"Does he like you?"
"Yeah."
"Does he want to be freaky with you?"
I laugh a little, "I think."
"Does he care about you?"
"Yes."
"Does he sexy lips that do illegal things to you?"
"Yeah, I mean huh?" I turn and look at her holding my phone and laughing. "Lexi, gimme that!" I get off the bed and chase after her.
"What illegal things are they doing to you?"
"I'm going to kill you!"
"Ahhhh!"
Lexi runs out of my room and into the hallway. "Let's text Noah and tell him what you have planned for him tonight."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Dear Noah, you're so sexy and I'm going to have my way with you tonight, that you won't be able to walk for the next year."
"Don't you dare!" I hear the send noise, I charge at her grabbing my phone and look at the message.
Mia: can't wait for our date tonight. 💋💋
I look at her and growl at her.
"Down girl," she laughs.
Noah🧸: me either. I miss you.♥️💕
Mia: I miss you too. 💕🧸
"I was so going to murder you, and then Kyle would be sad so I decided not to. You're lucky."
"You're just mad cause that's not the message I sent him." She comes back in my room and sits on my bed. "Now what shall we do about your hair?"
"Curls?"
"Yeah just loose ones cause they're just going to get wet in the hot tub."
"True true. What time is it?"
"Almost six, is he coming at seven?"
"Yeah. And we still need to figure out bathing suit I'm wearing."
"Slutty or classy or cheekie?"
"Hmm classy with cheekie."
"The black ones?"
I get off the bed and go to the dresser, I pull them out.
"Mia's getting some tonight." She says and starts dancing around the room.
"Shut up, my mom is home."
She covers her mouth with her hands. "Oops."
I shake my head and walk into my bathroom, plugging in and turning my curling wand on. "Should I wear make up?"
"Maybe something light. Don't want it smearing all over when you're in the hot tub."
I nod and start curling my hair.
"I'll pack a small bag for you to bring some extra clothes and your suit."
"Thanks."
Ten minutes later I finish my hair, Lexi gets any spots I missed and now we're sitting in my room on the bed. My bag is all packed, phone's charged, and is makeup done.
"When's your date with Kyle tomorrow?"
"It's an afternoon date but at three."
"Do you want me to come help you with your outfit?"
"No it's okay spend time with Noah. I think we're just going for coffee anyway, nothing too major."
"Do you know what you're wearing?"
"Yeah I think. You know those black tights skinnies with the knees ripped out and my blue sweethearts shirt?"
"Yeah."
"Those."
"Causal yet cute."
My phone alarm goes off and I turn it off, 6:55.
"Five more minutes. I think I'm going to throw up."
"Babe, breathe. You got this and you guys know each other already."
"But it's our first official date."
"And you've already spend a whole weekend together, if he didn't like you he would have never asked you or went to all that drama with you if he didn't care and like you already."
The door bell rings and Lexi grins at me. "Lover boy is here."
"Shh. I'm trying to listen to the conversation."
Hello, can I help you?" I hear my mom say.
"Hello, my name is Noah and I'm here to pick up Mia for our date tonight."
"Hello Noah, please come in." I hear the door close.
"Mia?"
"Yes mom?"
"There a Noah here for you."
"I'll be right now."
Lexi grins and hops up from the bed, she walks out of my room and down the stairs.
"Hey Lexi."
"Hi Noah. Can I talk to you before Mia comes down?"
"Uh yeah sure."
I come out of my room and peak down at them.
"I want you to treat her nice tonight, buy her anything she wants, and respect her," Lexi says and I try to hold back a laugh.
"Yes ma'am. Is there anything I shouldn't do?" Noah asks.
"Um don't say no to her."
"But what if she wants to jump of a bridge into zombies?"
"You better be jumping with her into those zombies."
I start laughing and they look up at me.
"Hi Mia." Noah says and smiles. He walks to the bottom of the stairs and waits for me to walk down. Once I'm down the stairs he links our hands together.
"You look beautiful, Mia." Noah says and hands me a single rose.
"Remember I'm watching you Noah," Lexi says and I giggle.
"Your friend is crazy, no wonder Kyle likes her."
Lexi walks over to the door, grabbing her stuff and leaves.
"Aww you two look cute," my mom says.
"Thank you ma'am," Noah says.
"Thanks mom. I'll be back on Sunday."
"Have a good weekend you two."
And that's when we leave and we start our date.
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winryofresembool · 5 years
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Love Can Melt the Ice, ch. 18
Summary: Figure skating time! Part 1.
A/N: Long time no see! Sorry about the long wait, but here it is, the first part of the “grande finale”. I can’t believe we are finally here :’) I’m so excited (and also terrified) to write... whatever it is that comes next. Some important figure skating info for those who are not that familiar with the sport: like I hopefully make clear enough in my fic, the competition consists of two parts, short skate and free skate, and this chapter has the short skate part.
This chapter is dedicated again to some of my very favorite people on this website, aka @criis55 and @automail-freak-and-alchemy-freak because you guys have blessed me with so many pics, and there aren’t enough words to describe how much it means to me. You are simply wonderful ♥
Please enjoy and REVIEW because that way we’ll finally get to the part you all have been waiting for ;) (Oops now I spoiled it)
Previous chapters:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 pt 1, pt 2, 16, 17
Next chapter: [x]
Companion pieces (note: these are all post Olympics happenings so reading the main fic first is recommended): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Words: 2100+
Genre: general
Warnings: swearing, no news there :D
“Brother, you seem kinda anxious,” Al noted as the two of them were approaching the figure skating arena. It was finally the day of Winry’s individual short program, and like promised, Ed was taking Al to see the competition. Which of the brothers was more nervous (about two very different things), was up for debate.
“I do not! You’re the one who hasn’t shut up about Mei Chang the entire morning! I don’t think we should interrupt her today; this is her most important competition so far and I bet she is just as focused as Winry is.”
“Since when are you the voice of reason of the two of us?” Al frowned at his brother, looking genuinely surprised. “Are you really the same person who left home two weeks ago?”
“I… of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?” Ed asked nearly aggressively, his stuttering and the red blotches on his cheeks betraying him.
“I don’t know, maybe because you’re in looooove,” Al stressed the last word as annoyingly as possible. “And you know what they say about love? They say it changes people.”
“I… just… Listen, can we just go inside now? It’s fucking cold out here.” The glare Ed shot at Al would have scared someone who wasn’t as familiar with him as Al was. He didn’t let the topic go that easily.
“We can, but you can’t deny what I just said.”
“You can’t deny a fist on your face soon. The automail one.” Ed lifted his right hand threateningly.
Al snorted. “You know, that sounds more like the Edward I know.”
Ed punched Al on the shoulder, although just lightly, but the younger brother didn’t even seem to notice. He stopped on his tracks, his gaze on a person who had just come out from the arena through the side door only the competitors and staff were allowed to use. She had dark, braided hair and a red (Xing’s national color) coat covering her short, pink dress in which she was supposed to perform. She seemed to be on her way for a quick warm-up jog, not noticing the two golden haired boys near her. When she started running, a small bow fell from her dress, and Al decided to yell after her.
“Ex-excuse me, miss, you just dropped something!”
She turned to look at the speaker and noticed the bow on the ground, picking it up before turning her attention fully to the two quite fascinating looking boys.
“Oh! Thank you so much!” She had an unreadable expression on her face for a moment, as she kept taking them in. “Do I… know you from somewhere?
“I don’t think so,” Al answered.
“Wait a second…” She finally recognized them, and Ed swore she had stars in her eyes when she asked Al: “Oh my god, are you Edward Elric? This is such an honor…”
Al just stood there awkwardly for a moment, not knowing what he should tell her. Finally, he decided to go for the truth: “Sorry, I believe you got us mixed… I’m Alphonse Elric, and this is my brother Edward.” He pointed at his shorter older brother. The girl eyed Ed suspiciously; admittedly, he didn’t look his best at that moment. Everything about him screamed he had just been in a fight; he had small bruises on his face, his leg was in a cast, his untied hair was sticking to various directions, and the worn leather jacket he had chosen to wear to avoid being associated with team Amestris was hazily thrown on his shoulders.
“Re-really?” she asked, “I… always had a different kind of picture of you in my head…”
Ed grumbled something incoherent under his breath, making Al laugh and say: “Don’t mind him. He’s always been like that. I… I’m gonna assume that you are Mei Chang, aren’t you?” he asked, suddenly more shyly.
“Yes, that’s me,” she admitted. “How did you know?”
“I may have watched your performances on TV…” Al answered, blushing just slightly.
“That’s funny because I’ve heard a whole lot about you! My brother’s the captain of team Xing so he talks about hockey and different hockey players a lot…” She shook her head and continued: “Honestly, I can’t believe I ran into the Elric brothers right before my competition! Are you going to watch it?”
“Yes, actually! Well, Ed here is going there to see his girlfriend” (Ed’s glare towards Al was nearly deathly this time) “but I am really looking forward to seeing your performance!” Al said smoothly.
“Oh, really? So, Mr. Alphonse.” Mei seemed to have lost the last of her interest in Ed with the g-word, but instead she casted Al a curious look when she asked: “Are you the older brother?”
Ed, who understood she was referring to his height, had almost reached his boiling point and asked angrily: “What makes you think that?” Al immediately stepped in: “I think my brother here is simply trying to tell that he’s the older one. But that doesn’t matter, I got the looks and the wits.”
Mei giggled at Al’s joke. “Alphonse, you’re too much.”
“Pffft.” Al waved it off.
May checked her watch and noted: “Hey, I should be going, but do you think we could continue this conversation maybe once my competition is over?”
“Su-sure!” Al replied, flustered and surprised by the fact that he had managed to attract this girl’s interest so quickly. “Where should we meet? Do you know any good cafes or restaurants here?”
“I know some! But I really need to go now so let’s text later, OK?” She slipped a piece of paper with her phone number into Al’s hand. “See you soon!”
“See you!”
“How… did you do that?” Ed asked when Mei was out of hearing distance, looking beyond shocked.
“Oh brother, some people just have the skill. And you know, politeness can take you far.”
Ed just rolled his eyes and started heading towards the front doors of the figure skating arena.
Winry was waiting for her turn in her dressing room. Even though she was nervous, a weird kind of confidence was surging through her, making her feel less awful. After all, this time she was only responsible for her own performance, and no matter what happened, at least it’d be over after this competition. Weirdly enough, one part of her was very eager to find out what would happen after that… And she realized she felt that way because she’d finally get to know what was going to happen to her and Ed.
Ed. She wasn’t 100% sure if she had done the right thing by asking for some space, because after the practices, when she was alone in her room, her thoughts started drifting towards unwanted direction. But she tried to reason that he needed that space just as much as she did, because admittedly things between them had progressed fast. Emotionally, at least. Physically... well, she supposed sharing a bed was already something. Either way, it would probably do good to him to have some thinking time.
She allowed her thoughts to drift for one more second, wishing she’d see the brothers in the audience, before someone announced that it would be her turn soon. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, stretched her back and arms and started walking towards the rink. There was a mirror on her way, and this time, she could see the swan she was supposed to be for this performance more clearly. As she observed her reflection for a moment, she realized the white dress or the feathers in her hair didn’t do it, it was her facial expression.
The previous skater got her points, and Winry started gliding on the ice. There were so many people watching her that she couldn’t spot the two golden haired boys, but she trusted they were there. Now it wasn’t time to think about them, it was time to convince everyone who was watching her that she was worth an Olympic medal.
Thankfully, the routine was so familiar to her that even her nervousness couldn’t make her forget it. Her first element was the layback spin. Winry started pretty carefully, having just enough speed to keep the spin up long enough to not lose points. In the story she had built around this routine, it was supposed to represent all the confusion the swan felt when she realized she didn’t belong to the group she was in. After that she took her first steps in the outside world, shaky and insecure. The step sequence had always been her favorite part, because it allowed her to express the vulnerability she herself had felt after her parents’ death, a feeling that was difficult to express orally.
Next came the difficult triple lutz – triple loop combination, and she knew that if she nailed it, she’d be a strong medal contender. The landing wasn’t as perfect as she had hoped but at least she had done everything she was supposed to do and didn’t think she’d lose a lot of points for it. After that she was time for her axels. That was the part she was particularly nervous about because of the outcome last time. She knew a double axel was usually no problem for her, but… what if her foot started hurting again? She had another performance already the next day and she couldn’t afford to get injured…
She sighed of relief (hoping it wasn’t too obvious, though, because even her facial expressions mattered in a tough competition like this) when she managed to land safely, and the foot didn’t react to it in any way. Now she had gone through the hardships the swan of her story experienced, and the rest of her routine would be easier. The last jumps, another short step sequence, and two different spins (that she was notably more confident about than the first one) to finish the routine. Her smile was wide and genuine when she bowed and curtsied to the audience. Suddenly, she thought she saw a tiny bit of gold in the audience, not too far from her, her smile widening even more. She was out of breath and her ears were ringing a bit, but that didn’t matter at the moment.
She knew she had definitely done better than last time.
Would it be enough, though? That she couldn’t say yet, because some of her toughest competitors were yet to skate, and a lot would naturally depend on her free program as well.
Garfiel came to her when she left the rink and hugged her.
“You nailed it, girl! I’m sure you’ll win this!”
“Uh, thanks,” Winry said modestly, “but I wouldn’t cheer too much yet. We don’t even know my points!”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve seen you perform thousands of times and I know that was one of your best ones yet. If the judges didn’t see that… they are blind.”
Winry just smiled as Garfiel guided her to the seats where they would listen to the point announcement.
“Aand Winry Rockbell’s points are… 81,95!”
“Is that good? Is that good? Al, is that good?” a very nervous young man in the audience asked his brother as the audience around them was roaring excitedly.
“Hell yes it is! There are only a couple of skaters in this group who can come anywhere near that amount of points,” Al answered, happy about Winry’s success.
“In that case…” Ed jumped from his seat and yelled: “FUCK YES! THAT’S MY GIRL!”
“Ed, you might want to calm down a bit,” Al reminded him. “Unless you want that reporter to find you again…”
“If she wins this entire thing, I don’t care to whom I’ll be telling how awesome my girlfriend is.”
“Ed. Girlfriend?”
Ed’s eyes widened when he realized what he had just said, but there was no point in denying it anymore.
“Um… I am… kinda… planning to ask her once this thing is over…”
“That’s awesome! I’m so happy you’ve finally come to your senses!” Al exclaimed, getting a sour look from Ed.
“I wish we could go to celebrate with her,” Ed said much more to himself than to Al, but Al tried to cool him down:
“This competition isn’t over yet. Mei’s pretty good, you know.”
Everyone’s points were announced, and it turned out Winry finished the short program in the second place. Lan Fan from Xing had bested her with 0,10 points, and Mei Chang was only 0,2 points behind her. Paninya was fourth with 78 points and Rose wasn’t far behind either. Overall, Winry was content because she knew she had done her best, and everything was still up in the air; 0,10 points was nothing in the free program event where more points were given. When she left the arena, she felt happier than she had in a while. But that was only until she saw a conflicting view in front of her.
Ed was talking with one of her rivals.
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kisseskstories-blog · 5 years
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That Dress
I’m meeting you and your mom at the restaurant. I’m nervous as hell. This has been in the works for a while now but it’s finally happening. I wait at the table, anxious, my palms sweating, hoping that you’ll arrive soon. I fumble with my water and take a tiny sip. The door opens and you walk in, eye contact, we both smile. Then i notice…. that red dress. Damn it K, you know how it turns me on when you wear that
The first time i met you, you had that dress. I picked you up at the airport. You noticed on the drive that i kept looking at your legs so you decided to slowly pull up your skirt, driving me crazy. We didn’t make it home, we pulled off on the next exit and basically pulled each other into the back seat. That day was amazing. Sometimes you even talk about how i ………… (your turn).
I love talking about how good you made me feel that day. All the places we did things, the car after the airport. Your hands in my hair, lips on my neck, fingers deep inside of me. Clothes left in the hall at your place, your tongue inside…”shit” I say quietly, mom shoots me a look. I stop myself and walk back to the table. You stand up and hug me, mom looks slightly intimidating. You pull out her chair then mine, as you walk away you pull my hair just a little and I smile. You sit down and put a hand on my leg under the table. Mom gives us a look, “I missed you.” I say quietly and you smile. Your hand slides up, “are you really doing this” I think. I have to be quiet, the conversation is up to you now.  
“I’m glad we all get to sit and have dinner together, ” i say smiling at your mom as my hand slides up your leg. You slowly open your legs a bit, inviting me higher. Your mom thanks me for setting this dinner up. She seems to like me so far. My hand sliding up, i turn to you and you see by my facial expression that I’m shocked, you smile knowing that you aren’t wearing panties. “I…..i.. haven’t been here before, ” i stutter to your mom. “What do you think i should get K?” I ask you. You start to answer and right as you speak i slide two fingers inside you. You fake it, trying to read the menu. Your mom says, “oh, your glasses,” and bends down under the table to reach her purse. “Fuck” we both say in unison…… she pops back up and hands your glasses to you…. she didn’t even notice. You feel a third finger sliding in. You moan…. just a little. Your mom, “she really doesn’t like wearing glasses.” I look at you, “what do you like?” You feel the third finger inside now.
I smile, “Thanks momma. She’s right, I hate these things.” I laugh a little and look over at you with a look in my eyes that only you would know. I point to some salad on the menu, “This” I say in a voice that makes mom give me a look. You start to pull your fingers out and I squeeze my legs together. “Interesting” you say as you look at me and laugh a little. Mom chirps in with a question we weren’t ready for, “So how did you to meet.” I start to answer and you push your fingers back in making me silence as you explain, “She was friends with a buddy of mine for a while. She came to visit once and we started talking, kinda went from there” You look at me, “Yes.” I say quietly as your fingers start to move, fuck that was close. I can’t think, God this is dangerous. Mom keeps trying to talk to me, “yes mom.” Is usually my reply. We need to get away from this table soon.
The waiter brings an appetizer. Some finger foods, your mom urges you to eat one, “no thanks, ” you say. I pull my fingers out, you try to close your legs but you’re too slow this time. You give me a dirty look. I take that hand and grab an appetizer, holding it towards your lips. “I insist,” i say with a smirk. You slowly open your lips and i put the appetizer in your mouth, you close your lips over my fingers tasting not only the appetizer but your pussy as well….“mmm, delicious” you look me right in the eye. Your hand already pulling at my pants under the table. I’m beginning to think we’re totally going to get caught and dinner might not have been my best idea. God i need you on me.
I get your pants undone, finally, and start to rub feeling you get hard as I touch you. I talk to mom, asking her how work was, what she wanted to do while we were in town. I watch you squirm and I start to slowly stroke you, “So, love, what would you like for dinner?” mom looks at you and smiles. I love watching you panic just a little, “uh… wh..what you pointed to looked good. I’ll do that.” You whisper a light “fuck” after. I smile and order for me, mom orders, your turn…I squeeze a little as you start to order and you struggle to talk. The waiter gives you a look and then looks down and sees my arm is reaching towards you. I give him a look and he smiles as he walks away. “Well then, where were we?” I ask happily.
“What did you order?” your mom asks me. “I..uh….i don’t know,” i stutter through it. “I think he ordered the pulled pork.” you say and i can’t help but smile. I look at you, “i think I’ll order the pound cake for dessert.” Your mom totally oblivious, “yeah both are good.” You smile and say, “ i can’t wait to try the pound…. cake later,” you wink at me. Your hand now moving faster…. i flinch just slightly knocking my fork to the floor. Your mom looks at me, “you ok?” “Yeah,” i say, “my stomach is been hurting because I’m so hungry.” You noticing my fork, bend down and slide your mouth right down on my hard cock…. causing me to freak just a little. Then my thoughts clear and i push your head down, you make a small gag sound and pop back up, “i got your fork for you, ” you say as you wipe your eye. “Thank you, ” i say reaching for the fork.. .. . Knocking my spoon off on the floor….“oops,” i say….. you give me the “you did that on purpose look.
I let go and get up, “You can get that on your own. I’m going to the bathroom now.” You give me a look that just says “fuck you” and I walk away. Just you and mom, I text you when I turn the corner. “you have 10 seconds. Find me.” I smile and walk to the bathrooms waiting, you walk up behind me and pull me into the corner where no one can see. Sliding your hand up my dress, 3 fingers, I bite your neck, “You owe me big time” you whisper, “Yes daddy.” I say as I grab you again, “But you owe me too.” a moan slips out and I cover my mouth. You pull your fingers out and walk back to the table. I walk in and check my hair, these damn glasses I think. I take them off and walk back out, you and mom seem to be getting along. I smile and sit back down close to you. My dress high up on my legs teasing you.
The waiter brings your food and your mom’s food. “Should we wait?” Your mom asks. “Nah, go ahead, I’m a fast eater anyway.” I reply. You start to get frustrated with me….“does he even notice?” You ask yourself then slide your dress up even more. “I wonder when mine is going to come?” I ask, you lean close to my ear and whisper, “it’ll cum twice when i get my hands on you.” I smile and nod. “What’s that honey? ” your mom asks you…..
My eyes get big, “Oh we just have a surprise for you later. I was double checking on the plan.” You look at me shocked at how fast I covered for that, “Yeah I wanted to do something for you since you let me date your daughter.” I smile and take a bite. You whisper back, “Behave, or you won’t cum at all.” I give you my side eye and pull my dress down. Mom, “Sorry your dad couldn’t be here. He had to work.” I look up, “It’s fine, I don’t need babes to be too intimidated anyway.” and laugh. You put your hand on my thigh, “yeah” you say. I want to pull you into a room. I pick up my phone, “Sorry mom.” I send you another text. “I think I should ride in the back with you” I hit send and you look down at your phone smiling. She never notices you reply, “I agree” Your food comes out, I pull your pants down again and look over, “oh that looks good” I say with a little laugh.
“You should try it,” i say putting your hand on me. Your hand touches me as i slide my hand up your skirt. “Can i try it?” Your mom asks and we both say, “no” simultaneously. “I mean, yeah sure….” i cover. Your mom stands up and reaches for my pork. We freeze… how can she not see your hand on me. She takes a piece and bites and says, “thanks, k will love this.” I look at you with shocked eyes…. the fuck….. you notice that your mom isn’t looking, you lean over and let your spit drip right on my cock giving your hand some natural lube. You continue to stroke me as a light…“fuck” escapes my mouth. Your mom turns back around and blankly stares at me….. “what is she doing?” Oh fuck
I look over at mom and wipe my hand off, I hold up your phone, “his phone quit working for a second. You hate phones at the table, we tried to be sneaky. Sorry momma.” She looks like she may not buy it but, “I’ll make an exception, we all have some reasons for phones.” I smile and grab your fork and try some, “Oh that is good.” I put my hand in my lap, leaving you there, hard. “Is it good?” mom asks, you reply, “yeah. Little hard in some spots but it’s good.” You give me a look and I smile. “Should have stuck with that salad I showed you.”  
We finish up dinner, talking about little nothings and laughing at embarrassing stories of me. “Shall we order dessert?” I ask, mom perks up and suggests a few things. “That cake sounded good.” she finally says, we agree. “I gotta head to the bathroom again. I’ll be back.” I get up and walk away. I’ve been gone a while, you tell mom, “I’ll go check on her. She may be waiting to plan the surprise after dinner.” You walk up to me and I pull you into the bathroom, “We have 3 minutes” I say, make it count. I lock the door.
I pull you into one of the stalls, “Three minutes isn’t long enough, i need you longer,” i say as i pull your skirt up and immediately go down on you. You had something clever to say but totally forgot it when my tongue touched you. Your thighs holding my head and your foot touching my back. You just enjoy this and totally forget about everything. The pleasure my tongue gives you almost instantly makes you cum but you fight it knowing that you’re going to explode when you do finally cum. You can’t control the moans though but you put your hand over your mouth. It’s been a good 4 minutes… you’re so close to cumming now….. my tongue teasing your clit and sliding inside you. You manage a couple of grunts followed by a quick… oh fuck….. you’re close. You hold my head down.. oh fuck…….. suddenly a knock on the wall… “everything ok honey”…… oh fuck for real….. you climax……squirting on my face and shirt…. squirming, barely able to speak….. “k? You ok? ” fuck
I try to think, “Ye..yeah mom, just frustrated. Planning isn’t going as planned.” I try to laugh, she’s quiet a minute, “Okay kiddo. Just checking. You sure your okay? You sound weird.” I look at you and pull your head closer, “Yeah, I’m all good. I promise” You keep teasing and tasting. “Fuck” I say quietly. My hips moving more and more. I need more. “I think we better bs that surprise so I can get you in my bed” You look down at your shirt, I laugh. “I’ll get the water.” I help with your shirt and we walk back out all smiles. I bounce up to the table. “You ready momma?” I look at you, “help” I think. I drive us to the theater, “Dad’s inside, I planned it last minute but there’s a car that’ll take you home. I’m gonna drop off him and head home.” I look at you and smile. Now it’s just us.
You and i both know that we’re not going to make it home before we attack each other. You drive just around to the back of the theater and the windows are instantly fogged up the second that i touch you. You kiss my lips, “fuck, you taste like my pussy, ” the words drive me wild. You tasted so good in the bathroom. I can’t wait to taste you some more. I reach up your skirt… fuck no panties i forgot, you jump on me. Pulling the handle so my seat reclines…. throwing me back, my pants sliding down… fuck you’re aggressive and i love it. You straddle me and start riding me, your hands on my chest. I grab your arms and pull them up above my head causing you to lean forward where i can kiss you. Riding me, fuck you need to cum again already… then suddenly the car jolts….. we look out the window and the car is in the ditch… you knocked it out of gear while you’re fucking me. I look at you, “cum first, then worry about the car. ”
I push myself down more, taking you deeper, making me moan, I forget about the car and kiss you neck, biting just a little. “I need you.” I say as I rock harder. I start to shake, I’m close. My moans louder, faster, your hand slides down and you rub my clit. “fuck…babe” my hand presses against the window leaving a mark in the fog. I lean my head back a little and moan again. You press on my clit harder as you rub. That’s it, “holy…..fucking hell” I cum hard all over your hard cock but I don’t stop. “Cum in me daddy..” I whisper and bite your ear gently. I feel you thrust your hips up into me, perfectly timed with my thrusts. I feel the butterflies in my stomach. I bury my head in your neck and moan. “fuck…..fuck…babe” I grab the back of the seat and thrust faster. I my body shaking, I’m gonna cum again. You know, “no kitten.” you say. “Yes..” I moan. “yes sir” I feel you flex deep inside and it drives me crazy. I feel you cum, I can’t help it, “Fuck” I say louder than planned. I fee myself tightening around your cock again, “now kitten” You say and I cum again, harder then before, my hand pressing hard against the class. “baby..” I look at you. Then I remember, “the car” I laugh.
Suddenly we notice flashing lights outside. Fuck a cop. We scramble our clothes on and i open the passenger side door and step out. You open the driver’s door and step out. Oh just a tow truck. Lucky for us he’ll pull us out of the ditch. We walk back to him, “need help i see…” he says looking at each of us. He’s an older man, slightly overweight. Not as gross as you’d imagine a tow truck driver. “Yeah, we were trying to nap and woke up in the ditch, ” you say, me nodding. My stomach starts to hurt, i should’ve doubled. “I need to go into the theater K,” i say to you with a pained look. You understand and nod, “I’ll stay here and get the car out.” I quickly run off. The tow truck driver says, “it’ll be $250 to pull you out.” “Fuck .. you say…i don’t have any money ” He looks at you, “well, if you give me a hand,” he winks, “then I’ll give you a hand out of the ditch. "What did i get myself into…” you think.
I step back and laugh, “okay so. How about you pull us out and I’ll come up with something. I’m sore and tired. Just get us out.” I watch him look up and down, I groan and pull my dress up a little, “I’m good for it” I say in a flirty way. He agrees and hooks the car up right as you walk out. I walk up and put my hand on your chest as your wrap an arm around me, “you okay love?” I ask and you smile and bite my neck, “you know it.” I look back and clap, “Yay!’ I say excitedly. I act like a stupid girl, I look at you and you cross your arms, “so what do I owe you” I ask with a shy smile. He looks at me again, “maybe we could work out a deal. I think my mister over there has something he would like to see.” The driver looks back at you, “what are we talking here?” I look down and roll my eyes a little getting down on my knees and look over at you. You nod and understand. I start to take off his pants as you get in the car. I stand back up, “on second thought, I’m not that trashy.” I run back to the car and speed off, you look at me and laugh. “take me to the bed mistress” you say.
We get back to the house and I push you against the wall. “fuck, you make me crazy” I take off your shirt and kiss your chest. I slowly walk down the hall to the bedroom. “come get me”…
I wait……. you sit on the bed for a few minutes, then yell, “babe, come get me ” nothing…. you get up, walk out to where we were, I’m gone. “Babe? ” you start to look for me. You know I’m going to scare the hell out of you. “Babe? ” you look in another bedroom. You hear a sound in the other room and you run to it…… nothing. Wtf? You think internally. You walk back to bedroom you started in…. “fine babe, I’m just going to stay here until you change your…..aaaahhhhhhh fuck,” i jump on the bed from the closet. “You fucker, ” you say to me, your heart racing. I tear off your dress, touching you. “What do you plan on doing to me? ”
I smack you then look up at you and laugh, “fuck you” I say with a smirk, you know what I meant. You lean down and kiss me, our tongues touching. I pull at your pants, you crawl off the bed taking them off and crawl over me. Slowly kissing down my body, your hands gently sliding down behind your lips. I moan softly, “baby” you look up at me. I slide up and push you onto your back. “I have a better idea.” you look at me confused, “oh?” you asks. I get up and get your tie, “oh yes” I wrap it around your head, covering your eyes. You feel my lips touch the tip and you get hard, “fuck” you say quietly. Then you realize I put my wet pussy right over your face. Just out of reach, you squirm and I put my hips down as my mouth slides down around you. Your tongue slides in and I moan, you thrust into my mouth making me gag…
My tongue sliding in and out, it almost starts to feel like a competition as you gag each time i thrust my tongue. Your pussy wetter than ever now almost dripping with pleasure. The moans you make vibrate my dick, causing me to moan more vibrating your clit. The doorbell rings, “ignore it, ” you say to me like i really wanted to get up or something. You wrap your hand on my shaft and stroke as you lick the tip of my dick. When your mouth slides down my cock, your hand moves to my balls as you swallow me entirely. My moans vibrating you pussy over and over. You think you hear something and glance over seeing that mother fucking tow truck guy jacking off to us doing 69. “That’s your fucking payment asshole’” you think to yourself and continue gagging on my dick. My tongue thrusts inside you and my fingers rub your clit causing your legs to weaken and shake. Fuck baby i might cum soon….
I push my head down more, taking you deep in my throat. I gag slightly and then pull back up sucking on the tip. I feel your tongue teasing more and more, “fuck” you found a good spot somewhere, you find it again..again. I stroke you, “baby..fuck” I feel my body tensing, I focus on you, taking you deep in my throat again. Sucking, stroking, I need you to cum with me. You slide your tongue across me, teasing, then back to that spot and I moan, right as I do the vibrations cause you to cum. I pull my head up, the cum stretching as I pull my head up. I sit up and start to grind, you keep finding that spot, I’m so close. I look over at the driver and wink, “don’t stop” I moan to you.
You grab my dick and stroke while trying to focus on yourself. You’re so close now with my tongue hitting that spot. My cum still stretching from the tip of my dick to your chin. Your hips moving now .. so close.. thrusting with each quiver in your body. “Fuck fuck… yes,” you moan… thrusting one last time before your body rushes with excitement. The chills flow through you, the moans louder. You glance at the driver, hope he’s enjoying the show… you moan again and suddenly i double.. . Cumming in your mouth and on your face. Fuck we make a good couple.
I sit up fully and push my hips down, I’m so close, you keep teasing me with that spot, “fuck” I start to shake and I lean back down, my body weak. My legs tense, you run your tongue over that spot over and over, Your hands pull my hips down right as I cum, shaking and moaning, “fuck……yes” I moan as you keep licking, You don’t stop, the chills all over my body as I cum again, I moan your name and something about it drives you crazy. I squirm but you hold my hips down,….
You squirm and fight as your body quivers. Your hips try to twist but i hold you. Your moans louder, the sounds coming out of you drive me wild. I hold your hips, you’re still cumming. “Fuck…..” you try to pull your hips up again, my tongue pleasing you and also tormenting you. Your body tensing, finally you punch my stomach and i let go.. your hips flying off of me as your body continues to climax. “Holy fuck,” you say, all you can do is smile.
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huntressjinsoul · 6 years
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Girl’s Day
Rating: T, Mentions of drinking and sex
Pairings: FemMC x Estela, Michelle x Quinn, Zahra x Craig, Grace x Aleister, Diego x Raj, Sean x Jake (platonically but could be viewed as romantic)
Summary: The girls of the Endless Summer gang have a girl’s day together (also has a character cameo from a diff book 👀)
Author’s Note: In honor of Endless Summer coming back from war. This takes place when they all eventually get off the island and save the world. No angst bc there’s already enough of that just fun fluff
“I can’t believe I got roped into this.”
“Oh come on, Zahra, it’ll be fun,” Quinn said excitedly.
“Seat belt babe,” Michelle told Quinn sternly but softly. 
“Yeah, Z, it’ll be fun and relaxing,” MC grinned as she turned to face Zahra from her passenger seat. “You have the directions pulled up right?” She directed that question towards Estela. She nods quietly as she pulls off from the driveway. 
“Whatever, at least I have the back row all to myself,” Zahra mumbles as she stretches out. 
“Where are we going first Michelle?” Grace asks the girl beside her. 
“Well, we’re going to the mall to shop for a while, then we’re gonna go for some brunch just like I promised before. We’ll go to the spa afterwards near the mall. Finally, we’re gonna go back to Sean and Craig’s apartment to get dressed for cluuuuuubbbbiiinnnggg,” Michelle answered animatedly while singing the last part. 
“So that’s why you texted us to bring a club dress to their apartment,” Estela said quietly. 
“Ooooo that looks great on you Grace.”
“You really think so, Quinn?” Grace asked timidly. The girls were shopping for dresses in the mini boutique at the mall, minus Estela and Zahra, who looked bored out of their minds. 
“Yes, it looks great. Now can we move along now?” Zahra asked exasperatedly. 
“Hold on, I have to choose between these three outfits,” MC told her, then directed her attention to Estela, “Estela, which one looked better on me?”
Estela looked up from her phone and studied the outfits closely. “The red one,” she replied before going back to her phone. 
MC shrugged then stowed the other two outfits away. “Alright I’m done. Let’s go pay for these.” Grace, Michelle, Quinn, and MC went to pay for the clothes while the other two waited for them. Afterwards, MC and Quinn dragged their blushing girlfriends to Victoria’s Secret with Grace and Zahra silently chuckling at them. 
“You should totally get this for yourself Grace,” Michelle holds up a matching bra and panties set and Grace blushes. “Plus, imagine Aleister’s reaction to it. Poor guy won’t even speak coherently once he sees you.”
“I-I’ll think about it,” Grace replies. 
“Don’t buy it just for Aleister though. You are a strong, intelligent, and sexy woman all on your own. If you want to buy it, buy it because you want to,” Michelle added. Grace’s face changed into a look of confidence and took the set in her arms. 
“Alright let’s go and pay before Zahra dies of boredom in this place,” MC giggles as she glanced over to said person, who’s half asleep on the bench. Estela wakes her up and the girls go to Gamestop, upon Zahra’s request of course. 
“Now this is more my style,” Zahra grins as she quickly enters the store like a kid in a candy shop. “No way! They have the new expansion for Aeternum Chronicles: Legend of the 7 Crystals! Craig’s gonna freak when I buy this for him.”
“Aww that’s so sweet,” Quinn stated, then looked at Michelle, “We should get into playing video games too.”
Michelle and Zahra laugh, as if it’s a joke. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweets. Me and video games don’t mesh well.”
“I can verify that. She was playing with me and Grace and killed both of us and then herself,” Zahra snorts as Grace giggles and nods, confirming the story. 
On the other side of the store, Estela is browsing the video games with MC behind her. “Isn’t this your favorite one babe?” MC asked Estela as she reached for the game and handed to her. 
“Hmmm. I didn’t realize they released a new Assassin’s Creed game yet,” Estela said as she inspected the game. 
MC took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Estela from behind, holding her close. “Y’know, watching you play that game turns me on a bit. Imagining you as Ezio or Desmond is hot,” she whispered into Estela’s ear. 
Estela blushed a deep red and turned slightly to meet MC’s gaze. “Good to know.” She kissed MC’s cheek. 
“Hey lovebirds, let’s go! We’re all done here,” Michelle said, interrupting them. They all quickly pay for their things and made it out to the parking lot to go to eat brunch. 
“So, Estela, in honor of your first time having brunch, I’m gonna take you to my favorite place ever,” Michelle said as everyone got out of the car. They walked into the restaurant, and Michelle was immediately greeted by the waiter, Daniel. He led them all to their seats and pulled out menus for them all. 
“So what does one eat for brunch?” Estela asked, a bit confused. MC mentally awwed at her face. 
“I usually get something sweet,” Quinn replied, “Like something I would eat for breakfast like a cinnamon roll or a strawberry crepe.”
“I just want a sammich,” Zahra says bluntly. 
“I guess I’ll get the sandwich,” Estela mumbled. “What are you getting MC?”
“I’ll just go with a small salad,” she shrugged. The girls gave their orders to Daniel and carried on with their conversation. 
“But seriously it sucks that we all had to be held back a year because of that trip,” Michelle said. “It already takes long enough to become a neural surgeon regularly, now I have to double down the effort,” she groans. 
“I’m sure you’ll do great,” Quinn replies, kissing her girlfriend’s cheek. “After we graduate, I’m gonna open up a bakery just like I said I would and everyone’s invited for free desserts.”
“Oooo yes! Score!” Zahra exclaimed. Everyone looked at her amusedly. “What? The girl makes good pastries.”
“What are the rest of you girls doing after you graduate?” MC asked the remaining girls. 
“I’ll probably work for my mother’s company or help Aleister rebuild Rourke Industries,” Grace replied happily. “After coming home, I flew out and had a long talk with my mom and we’re finally on good terms again.” The girls gave out congratulations to her while she beamed. 
“I don’t know what I’m doing yet. Maybe start my own tech company or something. Or get into the esports scene,” Zahra shrugged. “What’re your and Estela’s plans?”
“I don’t know. After all the shit we’ve been through on that island, I just want to lay low for a while,” MC answered truthfully. The girls silently agreed on that, knowing that MC experienced a lot more worse things than them. “Maybe become a private investigator or a journalist or something.”
“I think I’m gonna go into law school,” Estela said. “There’s this pro bono firm I’ve been looking to intern in.”
“A PI and badass lawyer? Remember me when you guys become the new legal power couple.” The girls laughed at Zahra’s comment before Daniel came back with all their food. They carried on to less serious conversations while they ate. After they finished, they all went back to the car and drove to the spa place. 
“Now remember, MC, Zahra, no eating the cucumbers,” Michelle told them as they entered the building. The said girls glared at her while the others giggled silently. “Reservations under Nguyen. Party of six please,” she told the hostess. They were all led inside the spa place and went off to do whatever they wanted. 
“Thanks for booking this place, Michelle, I already feel relaxed,” Grace said happily. 
“No problem, Gracie. I wanted to treat all of us like queens for a few hours,” Michelle replied as she wrapped her hair up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a sauna calling for me with Quinn in it,” she smirked as she walked towards the sauna. 
“Aye no fucking in the sauna!” MC called out, getting the attention from the other customers. They all glared at her while she blushed embarrassingly. “Oops, probably shouldn’t have said that out loud.”
Grace chuckled, “C’mon, let’s go get our nails and hair done before you embarrass yourself further.” She dragged a still flustered MC away from the main room and into the side salon room. 
Meanwhile, Zahra and Estela were getting massages together, getting their muscles relaxed. “Sooo,” Zahra said, trying to start up a conversation. 
“Yes?” Estela replied. 
“Can you like, teach me all your combat moves and stuff? Cause you’re seriously badass and I wanna learn.”
“Sure, if you teach me how to hack. I’ve been wanting to learn… for reasons.”
“Yeah, sweet,” Zahra grinned. Their masseuses looked up at each other and silently made alarmed faces, but shrugged at each other and didn’t say anything before going back to their jobs. 
After a few hours later, the girls finished all their treatments up. MC had lost rocks, papers, scissors between the four of them and had to pull Quinn and Michelle out of the sauna. She looked mortified after they all left and told the other three girls, “I can never unsee what I saw,” and, “you guys owe me so much.” Grace and Zahra doubled over laughing while Estela patted MC’s back comfortably. Michelle blushed as red as a tomato while Quinn looked smug and satisfied. They all piled up in the car again and went back to Sean and Craig’s apartment. The guys were all there playing poker. 
“Hey, you girls want to join in for a few rounds?” Diego grinned as he held out a beer. 
“You might not want to, cause I’m on a winning streak,” Jake smirked. The whole gang was able to clear Jake’s name after returning to the U.S and reunite him with his family. 
“It’s just luck,” Sean grumbled. 
“Well if it’s luck, does that includes getting lucky with you, Steve Rogers?”
Raj does a spit take all over the table, choking out hearing Jake’s statement. Diego is right behind him in a quick stride, patting his boyfriend’s back. “Deep breaths, babe.”
“What did I say about getting a room you two?” Aleister said, annoyed. 
“Annnnyyyyways… we’ll have to take a rain check on this lovely poker night. The girls and I gotta get dressed to go clubbing,” Michelle interrupted. She dragged the girls into Craig’s room and pulled the outfits out of the closet. “Well thank god Craig doesn’t use his closet and just leaves his clothes everywhere.”
“Speak for yourself, you know how hard it is to get it on when you’re tripping over everything?” Zahra snarked. MC laughed as she helped Michelle with the clothes. They laid and handed out the outfits.
“Alright, Quinn and I are on make-up and Grace will do hair. No offense to you girls MC, Estela, and Zahra, but you girls couldn’t tell a make-up brush to a broom,” Michelle stated. While MC looked offended, Estela and Zahra looked at each other and shrugged, silently agreeing. “The bathroom’s across the hall and Sean’s room is the next door. Let’s take turns getting dressed and glammed up and then wow the boys with our looks.”
When they all finished dressing, Michelle and Quinn put the final adjustments on Grace and Zahra while MC and Estela put the final adjustments on each other’s outfits. Estela and Zahra didn’t want to hassle and wear a dress and donned jeans and a bomber jacket for Estela and a leather one for Zahra. Michelle and Quinn wore semi-matching short blue dresses. Grace wore a yellow jumpsuit while MC wore her LBD. “Alright ladies, we are ready so let’s go and give these boys a run for their money,” Michelle said as she clapped her hands.
The girls walked out of Craig’s room and into the living area where the boys were playing Mortal Kombat. Craig was up against Aleister while the others cheered them on until Diego spotted the girls. “Well you girls look muy fuego!” he exclaimed.
Raj turned to look at the girls and Diego, pouting. “Hey, I’m feeling a little jealous here.”
“I’m gay, not blind Raj,” Diego said then pecked him on the lips before getting off of the arm of the sofa. “Have fun ladies, but not too much fun. I don’t want to get a call from MC saying that you’re all in the middle of skinny dipping in a fountain.” Aleister and Craig dropped their controllers and turned around. Once they saw their respective girlfriends, their jaws dropped to the floor.
Craig climbed over the back of the couch- but tripped and face planted- got back up and rushed over to Zahra. “Can boyfriends be invited to clubbing as well? You look frickin great.”
“Keep it in your pants Hsiao. We’ll be back at a reasonable hour so we won’t deprive you of our beauty. C’mon ladies, let’s go have some fun!”
Aleister caught Grace before she left through the door. “Ahem, have fun and be careful, sweetheart.”
Grace kissed him on the cheek, “I will. Have fun with the guys.” She heard a scoff and a faint ‘not likely’ before she smiled and walked out.
“Have fun girls! I’ll be sure to have Steve Rogers and me decent before you come back!” Jake called out. Sean blushed and hit him on the shoulder.
“I want shots!” MC yelled over the booming music. “C’mon Michelle, come get them with me.” MC dragged Michelle off to the bar while the others found a table.
Michelle was trying to keep up with MC, but she ran into someone roughly.
“Excuse you!”  “Watch where you’re going!”
“Wait… Becca! Hey, I haven’t seen you around Hartfeld,” Michelle exclaimed.
“Meech! Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in awhile either! How’s it going? Was your trip fun?” Becca smiled at her.
“Umm, it was very adventurous I’ll say that,” Michelle replied. “I’m doing good, pre-med is still kicking my ass. I heard you left the sorority. What happened?”
“I went through some troubles the past year and my own damn pride made me a total bitch to Madison. I left it because I couldn’t afford the membership but I’m happy to say that everything’s alright now.”
“Well, that’s great. I have to go to help my friend carry the drinks, but we should hang out sometime. I have a new phone so do you mind giving me your number again?” Michelle took out her phone as Becca shook her head. She put her number in the phone and gave it back. Once they exchanged goodbyes, Michelle walked over and helped MC carry the trays of shot glasses.
“So, who was the blonde?”
“An old sister at my sorority. She was one of the few sisters I actually held in high regard for and confided in. We were thought of as total bitches but we didn’t care- we grounded each other.”
“I’m glad she was there for you,” MC said. They walked over to the table where the rest of the girls were and laid out the glasses. “Alright, five glasses for each. Let’s get hammered tonight!” The girls cheered and downed their glasses. Everyone, except for Estela and Zahra, felt slightly buzzed by the time they finished the shots and a drink of their own.
After most of them were tipsy, Quinn dragged all of the girls, Zahra reluctantly, onto the dancefloor. Grace laughed as Quinn attempted to twerk on Michelle, who looked equally happy and embarrassed. Zahra disappeared somewhere amongst the crowd and dragged Grace with her.
MC and Estela were dancing at their own pace until a sensual song played. MC decided to be bold and turned around to grind on Estela. She heard Estela have a sharp intake of breath and smirked. Estela held onto MC’s hips as they continued to dance. After a few seconds, MC felt Estela’s lips on her neck and gasped. They weren’t always the ones who showed PDA, but as of right now, both of them didn’t care.
“If it weren’t for the other girls, we’d be catching a car back to your apartment,” MC said breathlessly.
“Well thank god we are because I am not letting you girls get kicked out for public indecency.” Michelle butted in.
Estela immediately removed her hand from the front of MC’s pants and blushed. MC faced Michelle and Quinn, who were smirking at the blushing couple. “Uhh we got a little carried away?”
“Right,” Quinn giggled, “Meech and I were wondering if you’ve seen Zahra and Grace? We haven’t seen them for awhile now.”
“Eh, we shouldn’t worry about them that much. I mean, how much trouble can they get in?” MC shrugged.
“Apparently a lot since they appear to be getting kicked out,” Estela pointed out in the direction of the door. Sure enough, the bouncers were escorting a smug Zahra and a worrisome Grace out the door.
“Guess we have to cut this girls’ night out short,” Michelle pouted. The girls walked over toward the door and followed Zahra and Grace out. “What happened?”
“We were on our way to the restroom when this dude came onto Grace. He was really drunk and wasn’t taking no for an answer. When he grabbed Grace, I reacted and punched him in the face. Really wished I kicked him in the balls instead because his face hurt my hand,” Zahra explained.
“Oh my god, are you ok, Grace, Zahra?” Quinn asked as she inspected said girls for any bad injuries.
“Yeah, we’re fine. I’m just glad Zahra was there to help me out.”
“Eh, it’s no problem. Support your local girl gang, or whatever the hell Quinn said about sticking together,” Zahra shrugged.
“Well, let’s go back to the guys’ apartment and we can crash in my apartment since it’s right next to theirs,” Grace said. The girls nodded and took two separate Ubers home since all of them couldn’t fit in one. Once they got back to the apartment, Grace ushered them in to hers. “We can raid the guys’ for their food. I was supposed to go shopping for food tomorrow.”
“Sweet, Craig has a cheese puff stash and I know where it is,” Zahra grinned. The girls went over to Sean and Craig’s apartment and found that the guys were already asleep. “Pshh, what a couple of old men.” Diego was on Raj’s lap cuddled into his neck while Craig and Aleister were asleep on the floor. Jake had his head rested on Sean’s shoulder from their place on the couch, whether that it was intentional or not, they’ll never know.
The girls raided their refrigerator while Zahra took the cheese puffs. They quickly dipped out of there and carried out the food back to Grace’s apartment. The girls stayed up watching movies and talking until the wee hours of morning until they all crashed.
The last thing Michelle thought as she looked around the sleeping girls was Best Family Ever.
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Bloodlines-Chapter 3
Warning: Violence and Kickin’ Ass Folks.  
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Jay motioned for the two men in front of him to open up the back of their truck.  “What?” he said  when the foreman gave him A Look.  “You didn’t think I wasn’t going to check it out before you brought it into the club?  You’re from County General. Word on the street is you’ve been ripping people off.”
“People?” The foreman scoffed, wiping his wired rim glasses.  “You say it as if you were human.”
“You saying I’m not?”
“I ain’t sayin’ nothing.  Just that I couldn’t imagine myself living your life.  Dealing in blood, pretending all the time.  You’re an abomination, you know.”
Jay shrugged. “Think what you want, but this was a human idea.  Because you didn’t feel safe. And now we don’t feel safe, but keeping us safe keeps you safe. Screwing me over, by the way, will negate that.”
“Yeah, yeah.  I get it.”  
The man set a crate down in front of him. Jay pulled out and inspected the packets of blood inside.  Ever since the virus went rogue, extra precaution had been needed and, using his sensitive sight, Jay was able to examine the shipment to see if there were any cracks in the seal.
“So this is coming straight from your blood bank, right? And the only people who have access to the bank are the ones on the list that you gave me?”
“Yes. I followed all the instructions to ensure the safety of your ‘food,’” the foreman said.  “Is there anything else?  This place kind of gives me the creeps.”
Jay was about say no and dismiss them, but someone barged out onto the loading dock, butting in before Jay could speak. “Boss,” he huffed. “We have a problem. You…you got to come quick. She’s already taken out one of the guards.”
“Who?”
“I dunno.  But you gotta come.”  
“Oh, Christ, all right. You— pack everything up and put it in storage. I gotta go see what the problem is.”  He motioned for his man to follow him inside. Behind him, the foreman and his crew exchanged looks.  But Jay didn’t notice because he was soon face-to-face with the Amazonian woman hell-bent on tearing up his club.
“It’s about time, Jay.”  
She turn to face him, and Jay’s eyes widened. It had been a while, but some things never changed about her.  The curly hair. The thick lips. The presence of a queen.  “P…Phoenix?” he stammered.
“Um, yeah.  Were you expecting someone else?”
“I…no, it’s just been a while. And you didn’t tell me you were coming!”
“Surprise,” Phoenix said without humor.
Jay cleared his throat.  “Indeed,” he said.  “So uh, should we catch up? Sit and talk?  Have a drink?”
“I’m not here to catch up.  I’m here so you can help me with something.” Phoenix seated herself on a barstool. “I wish I had a better picture than this, but I know you.  You know everyone that comes in and out this joint.  Who’s this?”    
She pulled out her phone and it up.  On the screen was a very tall, astute man coming into JPEX, Jay’s club.  She swiped left to show Jay the rest of the sequence of pictures, the ones that showed him walking in, looking down, hiding all but his profile.  
“I’m not sure who that is,” Jay said, barely looking at the screen as he signaled his bartender for a drink.  “I wish I could help you, but guess I can’t.”
Pheonix sighed.  “Why you lyin’, Jay? Do we really have to do this? I mean we can if you want. I’m in a fightin’ mood, just so you know.  But before we fight, I’m going to show you the pictures one more time, and you’re going to take a very hard look.”
Jay pressed his lips together.  “Funny you should think that I should know who that is,” he mumbled.  When Phee asked him to repeat himself, however, he decided to keep that to himself and gave her a fake smile.  “Sorry, still no idea,” he lied. “And why should I know anyway?  This place is pretty big, Phee.  I can’t keep track of every single person that walks in.”
“Jay.”  Phoenix’s tone was taking on an edge.  “Come on.  These pictures are taken one after the other.  In succession.  And, if you notice, the doorman doesn’t check his ID.  He just lets him walk right in.  Which tells me that he’s a regular, and probably a very important one. Now, are you going to start talking or do I have to start breaking shit?”  To make her point, Phoenix smacked Jay’s glass onto the floor.  “Oops,” she said when it shattered. “My bad.”
“Jesus, Phee. Really? “Really.”  Pheonix spotted another glass and, like a cat, shoved it to the ground. “Oops! Sorry again! God, I hope broken glass isn’t hard to clean up with all that beer sludge on the floor.  A lot of pretty girls have open toe shoes on. It’s the hottest style this season. Hate to see bloody toes on the dance floor…”
She watched as a bar-back came over with a broom to clean up the mess.  Jay shooed him away.
“Okay fine, fine!”  Jay said.  “If I get him here, will you just leave and take your personal beef with you?”
“What makes you think this beef is personal?”  
Contrary to Jay’s hopes, Phee caught his little slip of the tongue. “Just a guess?” he tried.
It didn’t work. Without any warning, Phoenix grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.  “What do you know?  Start talking.”
Security appeared out of nowhere, making their way toward the scuffle. Jay put his hand up to stand them down.  “Don’t touch her.  Don’t do anything.  Just give us some space.”
Phoenix grinned. “Sounds like you’ve come to your senses and you’re ready to help a girl out.”
Jay rolled his eyes.  “His name is Zico.”
“Zico? Great.  And you can get Zico here?  Do that and I’ll take our fight elsewhere.”
“Alright.  Alright…but let go of me, would you?”
Phoenix let go and put her hands up to let him know that she wasn’t going to try anything.  Jay quickly sent a text to Zico and was glad when he responded right away.
“Just a suggestion, you might want to let ya boy explain things to you before you just start staking people.” He wasn’t sure why he thought this was the best thing to say to her, but Jay wasn’t great at thinking before letting things came out of his mouth.   “And while we wait, how about we have a drink? We can catch up on old times, Phee.”
“Phoenix,” she corrected as a wide-eyed bartender set down two tumblers. “No one has called me Phee since high school.”  She tossed the cherry stem aside after plucking off with her teeth. “I have to say, though, I’m surprised to see you go down this route after I warned you not to.”
“What route?” Jay asked.
“Getting yourself involved with thugs.”
“Thugs? Phee, look around you.” Jay waved his arms around as if he was conducting a symphony. “Chicks dig fangs. Like, really dig fangs.” He grabbed the arm of a sexy brunette walking by, and spun her around so she was pressed up against him.  “They also dig the bank I make off hanging around with other guys that have fangs. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
The girl blinked her wide, smoky eyes in Jays direction. And Phoenix dry-heaved a little when the doe-y eyes were followed up with an obnoxious giggle.  Jay whispered something else in her ear.  
Phoenix knew him well enough to know it probably wasn’t an endorsement for the Jay Park School of Propriety.
“You know, you were suppose to be the smart one, Jay.” She downed her drink in one gulp and slammed the glass down on the counter.
“Jesus, Phee. Enough with the rage issues on the barware. Tumblers are really expensive, okay?” The girl tottered off as Jay returned his attention to Phoenix.  “Also, I didn’t blindly follow anyone.  I know what’s up.” ��He knew that she was giving him a look but he was over playing dumb about the situation.  “Okay, I kind of know what up. I don’t know all the details but…”
Jay was cut off by a commotion behind them.  Phoenix turned around just in time to see a tall, icy blonde walk through front door.
The man removed his sunglasses.  “All right. I’m here,” he declared.  “What do you want, Jay?”
There was no question as to who the new arrival was, and the rage that had been simmering inside Phoenix swelled.  This was the man who had taken her friend.  The man responsible for bringing her back home.
Forgetting about Jay, Phoenix leaped at the newcomer, kicking him square in the chest, sending him flying backwards onto the floor.
“Where is he?” Phoenix demanded.
Even though he was surprised, it didn’t take long for Zico’s fangs to appear and his eyes turn solid black.  He got to his feet.  “Where’s who? Do I know you? I don’t even know you. And I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
Jay snickered.  “Did I forget to mention who was asking for you?  My bad,” he said.  “Zico, this is Phoenix.”  
“Phoenix? Phoenix the…..augghh!!!” Her fist made contact with his nose.  Blood spilled across the front of his shirt, and Zico staggered back, holding his face.  “Fuck me, what the hell was that for?”
“Answer my question,” Phoenix said.  “Where’s Mino?  I know you have him.  And I know he and his friends need help.”
She took another swing at him.  Wiser now, Zico ducked, getting around behind her so he could try and pin her arms. This wasn’t the best maneuver because she used the back of her head to crack it against his already-swollen nose, sending him back down to the floor.   “Jesus,” he cursed again. “I can’t answer you if you keep hitting me in the face.  Stop for a second, would you?”
“No. I won’t.  Because I don’t have time to play games!”
She came at him again.  Zico put his arms up to protect his face and when she slowed down, looking for an opening, he punched her in the side of her stomach. Phoenix gasped, doubling over, and Zico kicked her legs out from underneath her.  She hit the ground hard, attracting the attention of all the nearby club goers, including the two members of Zico’s crew, who had come to his side to see why the hell he was picking a fight with some girl.
“Look, I came down here because Jay told me to, not to tear this place apart,” Zico said.  “I don’t know what crawled up your ass and died, but it’ll be a lot easier on both of us if you just tell me why you’re here, and what me having Mino has to do with anything!”
“Mino is not your responsibility.  He’s mine.  You’re not turning him on my watch!”
Zico looked over at Jay.  “Really, dude?  Why don’t you just broadcast our plans…”
Jay held up his hands, the smirk on his lips belying his attempt at feigned innocence.  “Hey, man.  I just brokered the meeting. Not my fault you two decided to fight first and act reasonable later.”
Zico snarled.  Phoenix got to her feet.  They stared each other down, the tension palpable, but it was a henchman who moved first.  It could have been harmless, but Phoenix was having none of that, and yanked a stake from her boot to point at his chest.
“Whoa.  Whoa whoa whoa, no stakes!” Jay shouted, running into the fray. “No stakes in my club!  This is a stake-free environment. Bad form!”
“Butt out, Jay.” Phoenix produced a second stake, smacking Jay’s side hard enough to crack a few ribs. Jay crumpled to the ground, wheezing, as Zico and his boys looked on, startled enough to close ranks.
“Sit this one out, Jay.  We can handle it,” Zico said, bracing himself.
Phoenix laughed.  “Oh, am I’m supposed to be scared because it’s three on one?”
“Are you?” Zico asked.  
“Not a chance,” Phoenix replied.  “I’ve fought teenagers with more skill than you.”
The taunt was a clear blow to Zico’s pride.  Especially when one of the onlookers jeered, egging Phee on despite Zico’s home field advantage.  
“Just because you can take a punch doesn’t mean you’ve got skills, ” Zico said coldly.
He charged her.  Phoenix charged back.  The one thing Zico had going for him was that his grip was strong, but so was hers and they wound up holding onto each others shoulders, tussling around the room. As more things broke, Jay groaned.
And then, because the current chaos wasn’t enough, Tablo, Misty and The Twins came running into the room.
Jay went to meet them. Phoenix used the distraction to give Zico a boot to the crotch.  Zico fell to his knees groaning.  
“If you don’t tell me where Mino is, I’ll just kill you and comb the city myself,” she threatened.
“No, Phee. No, don’t do that,”  Jay said.  He had one arm outstretched toward the new arrivals, and the other toward the quartet brawling next to his bar.  “Please.  Don’t do <i>that</i>.”
“Give me one good reason not to,” Phoenix demanded.    
“Because that’s Jiho, Phee.  Woo Jiho. You know from the block. ”
“What?” Phoenix paused midstrike, giving Zico a much-needed reprieve.  “What did you just say?”
“I said, that’s Jiho,”  Jay repeated.  “Jiho is Zico.”
Phoenix did her best to cover her surprise and steady her breathing.  With a grumble, she stepped back, letting Zico take the henchman’s—Jaehyo, according to Zico’s thank you—hand and stand up.  He looked a mess, but already some of the cuts and bruises were healing.
Phoenix squinted her eyes a little and opened them again.  “Uh.  Your nose got smaller.  And blonde? Really?” “I like blond,” Zico responded.  “Also, let’s not pretend this has anything to do with my hair.”
“Your right.  It doesn’t.  It has to do with <i>you</i> fucking up.  I thought the last thing I said to you was please take care of each other?” She looked at each of the men in turn.  “How in the hell is turning into vampires and turning your friends into vampires doing that?”
Not liking the idea of being overheard, Jay cleared his throat.  “Why don’t we take this up to VIP and have some drinks,” he suggested.  “All of us.”  He motioned for Tablo, Misty, and the Twins to join them.  “This isn’t something we should discuss in the middle of the floor.”
With some reluctance, the newcomers and Phoenix agreed, and the entire party made their way up to Jay’s personal ‘lair,’ a second-floor booth toward the back of the club.  Jay grabbed two bottles of scotch and some blood for his new vampiric guests, and everyone sat down.
“So I’m not sure where to begin.”  Phoenix dabbed a cut on her lip with a napkin.  “Part of me wants to know how all this happened, the other part doesn’t care and just wants to know where you’re keeping Mino.”
Zico reached for the carafe of blood to pour into his tumbler, but once he heard her voice, he put it down and reached for the scotch.  “It’s complicated,” he said. “I didn’t mean for it to go down this way, but Mino was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  This was the only way to keep alive.  In fact, this might be better for him in the end.”
“I’m shocked that you care,”  Misty jumped in before anyone else could speak.  “The way you’re all being slaughtered, what’s one more casualty? Buys you time, doesn’t it?”
Zico rolled his eyes. “Can someone get the cat a drink?  She needs to relax.”
“No, thanks,” Misty said. “Knowing you, you’ll probably try to poison me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Zico shot back.
Jay, in need of some more alcohol himself, downed some scotch and set aside his tumbler.  “Believe it or not, Mino becoming one of us gives gives him a fighting chance, Phee.”
“Oh yeah? And how is that?” Phoenix asked.
Jay grinned and flexed.  “Vampire powers,” he said.  “Gives you some supernatural muscle.”
“And what exactly does he need supernatural muscle <i>for</i>?”
Zico took a sip of scotch and coughed.  “Because there’s this thing,” he said.  “I don’t know what you want to call it, but it’s like an infection or something. And it’s bad.”   Beside him, the second of Zico’s henchmen poured a glass of blood, and snorted.  “Not that it’s any of your business,” he said.
“It’s okay, Kyung. Phee is family,” Zico said.  “I’ve known her since before I turned.  I trust her.”  
Kyung rolled his eyes.  “If you say so,” he muttered.  Kyung drank his blood and then excused himself to the rest room.
Jay poured the scotch drinkers another round.  
“Don’t mind Kyung,” Zico said.  “It’s his job to be the skeptic.  Anyway, there’s this thing, and we don’t know much about it. I don’t even know where it all began to be honest with you.” “Zico…” The tall one, Jaehyo, jumped in. “Maybe this one time, Kyung is right.  It’s not her business. None of this is.  Mino made his bed and he has to deal with it.  Phee it was great seeing you. We will pay Jay for the broken glasses and you can be on your way.  Or have another drink if you like, though we understand if you’re busy and need to get going. In that case, you can just down it like a shot…” Misty and Pheonix both stood up. They were meeting for the first time, but they could already agree that they didn’t like being pushed aside.
“What they’re trying to hide from you, is that there are monsters running around town and they can’t get them under control,” Misty announced.   “Okay, monsters?”  Phoenix turned to Tablo in confusion. “I didn’t get anything about monsters. Why didn’t I get a notice? How long has this been going on?” “Probably because these things don’t have a classification,” Zico said.  “They’re not demons, and we’re pretty sure they’re not coming from hell. The only thing we can conclude from all the information we have is that they were once vampires and that they are born on earth.” “Say what? How…” That was all she could say before she was interrupted by a sudden, horrible, blood chilling noise.  “What the hell was that?” “Oh no,” The twins said in unison.  They looked at Zico, ready to deliver the bad news, but Kyung, rounding the corner from the corridor that housed the restrooms, beat them to it. “You know what,” Kyung said. He started to pant as if he was gasping for air, and stopped to grab on the side of  the booth. “You know what? It’s not okay.  We don’t work with them and they don’t work with us.”  He took a staggering steps toward the group as he wiped the sweat from his face.  “And when we try, look at the results.  This one wants to have his cat back,” he said pointing to Yukwon.  “And his brain twin gets dragged down with him and they’re both useless.  And you…you get into a fight with this bitch and almost lose, but still think it’s fun to sit around the table like it’s a campfire.”  Kyung let out a growl, which caused the rest of the vampires present to jump up and get into a defensive formation. “You’re all weak, pathetic, insignificant wastes of earth, and I’m over it.”   Even though Zico wasn’t sure it was the best idea, he thought maybe he could reason with Kyung.  “I get why you’re pissed but maybe we can work this out. Just calm down.  Let’s talk.” “Oh, now you want to talk? Don’t you think it’s too late? We both know how this ends, but let’s face it we were never equals in this relationship.  There was always a power struggle, but now I’m better than you. I’m more powerful than anyone in this room and I’m going to enjoy feasting on your flesh. Every single one of you.” Everyone watched as Kyung cracked his bones and his jaw to contour into the most horrific monster they could imagine.  His eyes were beginning to bleed and he had this manic laughter that escaped his lips. “Oh, my god,” was the only thing Misty could whisper as she saw his finger nails grow into black talons and another claw broke from his wrist. “What is he?
Jay couldn’t take any more of this freak show and went straight into survival mode. “Get everyone out of the club!” Jay shoved Misty and Tablo at the twins. “Tell the DJ “Code Black. “ He’ll know what to do. Zico and I will hold him off.” “You mean the three of us will hold him off,” Phoenix said, watching the creature. “I think I’ve proven that I can hang.” Park let out a growl.  His jaw became unhinged, making room for an extra set of teeth. Phoenix heard Misty gasp, then squeak as she was dragged away from Kyung, who was now looking like the missing link in the chain of evolution. Phoenix grabbed two stakes out of her boot.  “Any tips before we begin?” “Don’t let him bite you or scratch you,” Jay said, breaking a barstool to use as a weapon. “Don’t get his blood on you either,” Zico added. “And we’ve got to try and keep him up here so he doesn’t spread his infectious ass.” “Got it.”   “What is that thing?” Misty asked as Yukwon pulled her toward the stairs. “Are they going to be all right?” “Don’t worry about them,” Yukwon said.  “Worry about getting the hell out of here.”
“But…” “Misty, focus!” Yukwon grabbed her shoulders.  “Take Tablo with you and go! That thing upstairs isn’t a joke.” “Okay.  Okay.” Misty followed Tablo out the emergency exit just Phoenix’s body came tumbling down the stairs, causing a crowd of drunk girls to scream and scatter.
“I’m alright,”  Phoenix said jumping up from the floor and wiping at the gash on her forehead.
“Good for you,” Zico said, running past her with Jay hot on his heels.  “Get back in there cuz he’s not going down!”
“And we’re running out ideas,” Jay added.  “Yukwon! Min! Get these people out of here!
Kyung stomped his way down the stairs, jumping over the railing and on to the top of a table.  More people screamed and ran, and Zico took Kyung’s brief distraction by the fresh meat to knock his legs out from under him.  He reached for his hair, ready to bang it against the table with all of his strength, but Kyung was able to use his feet to kick him in the stomach first, and jump to the ground on all fours.  He lashed his tongue out toward a bystander.
Jay was just barely able to tackle her to the ground so that Kyung missed.  
“We need a better plan than this,” Jay panted.  He released the girl from underneath him, allowing her to follow her now-screaming friends to the door.  “Phee?”
Phoenix took this opportunity to jump on the creature’s back, and wrap her legs around his neck. “Working on it!”  she yelled back.  
Using her stakes as a bit, she crammed them into Kyung’s mouth far as she could.  Kyung raged, doing his best to knock her off his back, but Phoenix held on.
“Come on, break!!” she hissed.  “Break you asshole!” Using the last bit of adrenaline she could muster, she pulled with all her strength, breaking Kyung’s neck with a yell.   She let out a tired “thank God” as Kyung’s body crumbled to the floor.
“Get away from the body!” Zico yelled, stumbling towards her. “Move away, now. Hurry!”
“Why?” Phoenix asked.  “We won.  It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine!” Jay stumbled towards her. “You have to get up! We have to run...we have to go! He’s going to…”
Before he could finish, Kyung was already starting to move and struggling to get to his feet.
“What?” Phoenix turned around and saw his body was moving again.  “Holy shit, are you kidding me?”  Desperate, she looked around until she noticed Jaehyo had a sword on him.
Without thinking, Phoenix grabbed it from his holster.  
Not paying attention to their screams of no, Phoenix ran at the reanimated problem child, using his disorientation as a chance to slice his head off his body.   Kyung crumpled again, and this time, did not rise.
“There,” Phoenix panted.  “That should do it.”
The vampires stared at her.  Mistaking concern for some sort of messed-up bro loyalty, Phoenix rolled her eyes.  “Oh come on, what did I do now?  There is no way he’s getting up from that, where’s my high five?”
She raised her hand.
Jay and Zico backed up.
“Phee, you have his blood on you.  On your shirt,” Jay whispered.  
“What? How?” Phoenix looked down. “Oh god, what do I do? What do we do?”
“Take it off,”  Zico commanded. “Take it off and don’t move.  Min, Yukwon, call Taeil and P.O.  Wake them up if you have to.  Tell them to get to the club and bring all of their equipment.  Jay, take off your shirt and give to her.”
Jay didn’t give it a second thought, taking off his shirt and tossing it to Zico.
Zico handed it to Phoenix.  “When the guys come, they’re going to need to examine you head to toe.  You have a lot of cuts and bruises on you, and we don’t know if anything got on your skin.”
“I’m fine,” Phoenix said, because she wasn’t going to panic.  “How long does the transformation take? Wouldn’t I know by now if I had been infected?”  All of their faces worried faces told her the she was asking the wrong people.  “You don’t know.  You don’t know anything, do you?”
“No,” Zico said.  “We don’t.  I’m sorry.”  
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“Don’t take this the wrong way but I love you so much I can’t stand it” “How… How can I take that the wrong way?” “I don’t know, I’m really nervous”, with Netherlands and Taiwan. Something fluffy and funny, but romantic, please ^^
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Title: Meteoric NightFandom: Hetalia :: NethTaiRequested by: @mireille2806sstuffPrompt: “Don’t take this the wrong way but I love you so much I can’t stand it” “How… How can I take that the wrong way?” “I don’t know, I’m really nervous” from putthepromptsonpaperOther: FluffA/N: In honor of the meteor shower tonight… Here’s this one. Title is based off a Cicada song.
Often, Mei thinks about the first time she met Abel. It had been through Kiku, in the most cliche and rushed manner. She’s on her way to the library to get her cell phone from him - she’d left it in the college library two classes prior and hadn’t had a chance to get it, but Kiku had been heading there anyways and grabbed it for her. Upon arrival, she finds Kiku at his usual table in the very back - but he isn’t alone. Beside him, a rather intimidating man is hunched over, scribbling into a notebook.
“Mei,” Kiku greets, looking up, “your phone is in my bag. Give me just a moment and I’ll get it.”
Mei is torn between thinking they are studying and thinking Kiku is tutoring someone again - it ends up being the former - when the blond lifts his gaze, undoubtedly to see why they’re being interrupted.
Mei immediately blurts, “Do I know you?”
He blinks. “No.”
“You know his sister,” Kiku informs her, fishing her phone out of his bag, “Lien’s girlfriend.”
“Oh!” Mei brightens and half flings herself onto the table, stretching out a hand to shake. “I didn’t know she had a brother! Nice to meet’cha! I’m Mei, Kiku’s half sister, and Lien’s best friend!”
“Abel,” he replies, hesitantly reaching out to shake her hand, “I study with Kiku sometimes.”
In that moment, their existence is established to each other, polar opposites or not. Mei takes her phone, thanks Kiku profusely, and races out of the library with a bounce to her step.
After their first meeting, she notices Abel around the campus a lot more. They don’t share any classes - she’s in fashion and he’s in business and creative writing, so even though they could have shared a marketing class, they don’t - but she catches sight of him in the quad often, writing or doing something on his phone with his earbuds in.
Her class is canceled, one of such days, so she has time to stop by.
“Hey!” She greets, and his perpetually annoyed looking gaze lifts.
Tired eyes drag over her. “Mei,” he greets, a moment later.
“You remembered!” She beams. “Mind if I join you?”
“That’s fine,” he replies, gaze shifting back to his notebook.
Mei drops her messenger bag at her feet and sits beside him. Whatever he’s writing, it’s in another language and she can’t read it. Kiku probably could, with his language obsession, but she’s sure it’s some sort of Germanic language. Too busy trying to be nosy, she barely realizes that he’s stopped writing and is now scrutinizing her.
(“Oh, that,” Abel tells her, when she asks years later, “you smelled nice. I wanted to say so, but it sounded odd and I’m not eloquent off of paper.”)
Mei looks up. “Oh,” she says, “uh, what are you writing?”
“Poetry,” he tells her, checking the time on his watch. “I have to go to my next class. Bye.”
Mei watches him go with a huff. I wanted to know what it was about.
So, if only because Mei is persistent and clearly doesn’t know when to leave well enough alone, they end up sort of becoming friends. Lien and Emma are a little more than surprised when Mei mentions it.
She and Lien share a dorm and Emma practically lives on Lien’s side of the room; she looks up from where she’s half draped over the aforementioned Vietnamese girl and gapes at Mei.
“He mentioned a Mei, but somehow I thought he meant like, another Mei. A May? I don’t know; how did you manage to befriend Abel?”
“I just talked to him?” It comes out more questioning than Mei intends and she pauses, halfway through a sketch of a dress, and spins around in her office chair. “Wait, did you just say he talks about me?”
“Oops,” says Emma, and shoves her head under Lien’s pillow.
Lien just gives a long suffering sigh.
With all the romance novels she reads, Mei probably should have expected the coffee shop. She frequents the place for their tea - coffee gives her too much energy and Kiku never let her touch the stuff again - and Abel, it seems, frequents the place for the atmosphere and the pastries.
Or so he’s just told her, from where he sits across from her.
She’d seen him almost immediately upon entering, asked for her usual, and immediately crossed to sit in the corner booth with him once she’d received it. Somehow, Abel had seemed unsurprised to see her.
“Let me guess,” he says, setting his pen down in anticipation for her undoubtedly long winded response, “you’re a regular.”
So now they’re here, exchanging words as Abel writes and Mei draws. It takes her a moment to realize he’s watching her oddly, as though he wants to say something, but the moment she meets his eyes, he drops them and resumes writing. She still doesn’t know what the poetry is about.
“-so anyways, I convinced Abel to go to that carnival that recently came to town,” Mei is saying, talking so rapidly and gesturing so much that she doesn’t notice Kiku stops until she’s well ahead of him.
He’s just standing there, staring at her, scrutinizing.
Mei dares to ask, “What?”
“You have a crush on him, don’t you?”
“Oh my god,” Mei complains, “am I that transparent?”
“Mei, I’m telling you, you gotta tell him,” Emma informs her without looking up from her text, “because I promise it’ll go well.”
“What do you know that I don’t?” Mei demands.
Emma lifts an eyebrow. “A lot of things, apparently.”
“If you start arguing, you’re both getting kicked out,” Lien cuts in, before Mei can even open her mouth.
Can we talk?
Mei blinks at the text and checks the time. It’s nearly nine at night. She sighs and rolls over, sending back a quick, Sure. What about?
Can you meet me at the cafe?
“Jesus, Abel,” Mei groans, dragging herself up and changing out of her pajamas and into her clothes. She texts him again to tell him she’s on the way and sneaks out, hoping to any god that has ever existed that Lien doesn’t lock her out.
Abel’s already there when she arrives. The cafe closed at nine, but he’s holding two cups, still fresh with steam. He offers one out to her as she approaches, shivering.
“Sorry,” he says, “I know it’s late. Here. This is the tea you like, right?”
Sure enough, when she takes a drink, it is. “How did you know?”
He shrugs. “I pay attention.”
Abel gestures and begins to walk, and Mei falls into step alongside him, noting the way he slows his pace now so she can keep up easier. Abel’s quiet for a while, as though thinking, and Mei’s gaze drifts to the starry sky. They walk until they come to the city park and Mei brightens, setting her tea down on the nearest picnic table, before racing to the swings. Abel sits down on the bench and watches.
It had been years since she’d last been on swings, but she still enjoys the feeling of cold wind rushing through her hair and tickling her cheeks, eyes taking in the wide expanse of sky overhead. It just so happens that she’s in the air when multiple, bright streaks race across the sky. A meteor shower, she realizes, with a start, and an airy laugh.
“Abel, look! It’s beautiful!”
Her phone vibrates and she looks down as the screen lights up.
Don’t take this the wrong way, but I love you so much I can’t stand it, the message reads.
Mei has to pause and double check, but sure enough, the contact name says Abel.
“How…” She laughs, lifts her gaze to find him in the dark, his face illuminated by his phone screen, “How can I take that the wrong way?”
“I don’t know,” Abel admits, “I’m really nervous. I’m not… good with words.”
When she gets close enough to half fling herself into his arms, Mei laughs at the way his ears turn red - from the cold and embarrassment. I love you, too, she’ll text him later, when she’s tucked into her bed, nose red and lips stretched into a giddy smile.
Mei has no filter whatsoever, so everyone knows that they’re dating within the week. Abel is odd about public affection, but she likes it better when they’re alone anyways. He’s gentle with her, softer somehow. Emma just smiles knowingly, and Kiku seems entirely unsurprised. Sometimes, Abel walks her to class. Sometimes, she hears people refer to them as the power couple, which she doesn’t understand until Alfred explains to Kiku, who explains to her.
Mei can live with that.
Sometimes, Abel lets her hang off of him in the halls, or hold his hand. She keeps thinking about the time they first met, her impulse decision to say something to the scary boy with the scar above his eyebrow. Now, she knows he got the scar in a childhood accident and he hasn’t climbed a tree since. Now, she knows he’s secretly a sucker for romance, from novels to songs. She sees him smiling at her when he thinks she isn’t watching, sometimes.
And she’s happy.
“Hey, Abel?” She asks him, months later. “What were you always writing poetry about?”
Abel looks up, almost smiling. “You, mostly.”
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First timer’s luck - E’Dawn [Hyojong] (Pentagon)
Group: Pentagon Member: E’Dawn aka Hyojong aka little shit Genre: fluff (because if it’s not fluff it’s angst which I’ll get to) You just couldn’t resist trying Hyojong’s new game, turns out you’re not that bad.
Spending the weekend with Hyojong meant two things, lots of physical affection and skinship, and playing games or napping the weekend away. Not that you minded, you loved spending the rare weekend with Hyojong. Between his job as a DJ at one of the more popular clubs in the city and his college classes during the day he was always busy.
You were the same though, except you worked from early in the morning till the afternoon and all of your classes were either online or night classes. Your dumbass chose to double major and even though you’re almost done with both, you’re plate is full. So getting to just lay around the living room your legs tangled together was melting away the stress from the last two weeks.
Just like the last Saturday the two of you spent doing almost nothing, Hyojong was reclined back he feet resting on the edge of the coffee table with a game controller in hand. Some of your mutual friends had gotten him into this multiplayer-RPG-Zombie-Apocalypse game (damn Hui and Shinwon) and he’s been obsessed with it since. He was up before you were today, which is insanely unlike him. When you rolled out of bed at 9:30 unable to sleep anymore he said had been playing for at least an hour an a half.
After making something quick for breakfast that the two of you munched on, you curled into his side as he played. You put a relaxing playlist composed of both of your favorite songs to play in the background. You had planned to read ahead for class so you grabbed one of your text books from the table and started.
Maybe ten minutes and six pages of text later you hear someone screaming from the headphones around Hyojong’s neck and his cute little snores. You put the bookmark back in your textbook and sat forward to see what was going on. Hyojong’s character was standing in a house like structure in a closet, not moving while whoever he was playing with was screaming for him to do something.
You gently removed his headphones and put them on, adjusting the mic closer to your mouth.
“Why are you screaming so loud?”
“Hyung? You sound so girly!” A familiar voice teased.
“That’s because it’s not Hyojong.” You rolled your eyes, picking up the controller Hyojong had dropped onto his lap. 
“ARE YOU A MURDERER PLAYING IN HYUNG’S SPOT?!”
“It’s (Y/N) dumbass.” You winced from the yelling.
“Oh, hi it’s Wooseok!”
“You play too?”
“Yea, Hui hyung got me into it. It’s alot of fun.”
“Why am I not surprised.”
“Be nice, I’m here too (Y/N).”
“Hi Hui, who else is here?”
“Shinwon, Jinho hyung and Yanan. Hyojong was suppose to be playing but he...?”
“Fell asleep.” You started messing with the controls trying to figure things out. “He got home from work about 3:30-ish. I figured he’d sleep all day but he was up before I was.”
“Wow, you’re an earlier bird too noona.” Wookseok chirped.
“I know, imagine my surprise. Do you guys always have play dates?” You picked, hitting a button causing the character on the screen to shoot the door. “Oops.”
“Sometimes, we were all suppose to play later today when Hongseok has to work all day to cover for someone and I have a tutoring session I forgot about.” Shinwon chimed in, “and hello noona.”
“Ah, okay. Makes sense. How’s my favorite chinese kid?” You mused, knowing Yanan probably wasn’t full functioning yet.
“He is good, just tired noona. How are you?” Yanan giggled out a yawn.
“I was going to be a good student and read ahead for class but you guys are really distracting.” 
“I can kick Hyojong out if you’d like.” Jinho popped in, “Sorry, I was getting something to eat. Hello (Y/N).”
“No, it’s fine. I was actually curious, I want to learn to play.” You had figured out how to roam the house, pick up items, reload the character’s gun and open doors and such. The moving around part wasn’t too bad. “Morning Oppa!”
“Really? We can give you a run down if you’d like.” Jinho offered.
“Why do you only call hyung oppa?” Wooseok whined. “Do you even call Hyojong oppa?”
“We’re the same age, so no. I call Hui oppa sometimes.” You shrugged before realizing they couldn’t see you. “Look are you losers going to teach me to play or should I just leave?”
“Can you imagine Hyung’s reaction to Noona kicking his ass later?” You could hear the evil smirk in Yanan’s voice. “I’ll help.”
“That would be funny.” Hui admitted. “Where are you?”
“In some house, wherever you left him from earlier.”
“We’ll come get you.” Shinwon cheered.
About an hour later you were holding your own in the game. Your aim wasn’t that good but you had eyes like a hawk. You were on watch duty from somewhere a little higher than the rest of the guys as everyone searched and worked to kill all the zombies. The only hard part was the moving fight zone. After a zone was cleared the players only had a few minutes to move to the next zone. That’s what was getting your team.
The six of you had cleared five zones already, were working on the sixth when shit hit the fan. To clear a zone you had to eliminate all the zombies within the zone. As you moved the next zone things got harder and this was the hardest yet. The screen said there was 80+ zombies lurking in the 3mile radius of the map. You and Jinho were going off towards the north to plow through the zombies there, Yanan and Wooseok had taken the South and Shinwon and Hui had headed East. The West had the most so the plan was to take that on together.
Separating seemed like a bad idea after the South got ambushed and Shinwon and Hui both died within minutes seconds of each other. Yanan and Wooseok got separated going to take care of the South after Shinwon and Hui died. Just as you and Jinho were finishing clearing up the North a screech from Yanan made you throw the headphones off. On the screen his username popped up saying he was eating alive. In less than five minutes the team had dropped by half.
When you jumped and let out a surprised shriek Hyojong stirred. After a moment, he jostled awake when you jumped again, a zombie barely missing you. He watched you for a few minutes as he woke up and joined the world of the conscious. He smiled to himself, seeing you beside him cross legged and so into the game he loved.
He was impressed by how well you were handling things. It took him a few seconds to check your stats on the side. You were low on ammo and your health was below half but you were playing well. He noticed that Jinho and Wooseok were the only other players still alive. As he watched you play he noticed how well you were actually doing. You had copied some things he’d done before, like luring zombies into a building and throwing in a molotov, or moving up as high as you could and taking the zombies out one by one with a sniper. He was very impressed.
He continued to watch you play until Wooseok died and you panicked, then Jinho was ambushed and killed in the next zone. He could faintly hear the guys giving you tips on what to do and where to go for a supply drop. You had done the best out of their team of six. This was your first time every playing this game, at least to Hyojong’s knowledge, and you were dominating. He sneakily grabbed his phone and sent a few texts to Hui bragging about how well you were doing.
“Ah! Goddamnit!” You yelled, frustration clouding you judgement for a solid three seconds before you whip around to see if you woke up your boyfriend to find a dumb grin on his face. “Ah, morning... again.”
“HOW DID SHE LAST SO LONG?”
“Why do you phrase things so weirdly Wooseok?” Jinho grumbled at his younger friend. “That’s borderline weird.”
“SHE LITERALLY LIVED LONGER THAN ANY OF US AND SHE’S NEVRE PLAYED BEFORE.”
“BECAUSE NOONA’S A BADASS!” Yanan yelled back.
“I’d say I’m surprised but she lives with Hyojong, she can’t have spent all that time with him and not picked up some skills.” Hui reasoned.
A flood of praises came in complimenting you on your game play and how well you did. They kept saying they made it as far as they did with your help, they had never made it past the zone before you died. The last zone you played in alone was new territory. Hyojong sat there a huge grin on his face as he listened to his best friends praise his girlfriend’s skills.
“You might even give Hyojong a run for his money.” Hui picked.
“We’ll have to see later. I have a Saturday to spend with my amazing gamer girlfriend, say bye.”
“Bye Noona! Talk to you later!” Wooseok and Yanan chimed at the same time.
“We have to play again sometime!” Shinwon gushed, “Bye you two!”
Jinho and Hui both said goodbye as Hyojong was turning off the game console. You watched him take the headset and controller from you before setting them on the table.
“What happened to reading ahead?” He sat on the coffee table to face you.
“You fell asleep, someone had to play.” You shrugged. “I didn’t want to wake you up.” You hand moved to his cheek. “You’ve been putting in extra hours at work and I know you’ve got homework out your ass. You need all the sleep you could get. Besides Wooseok was yelling about something. I was going to tell him to shut up, but you look like you have so much fun playing I wanted to try.”
“And what’d you think?” He leaned into her hand.
“After some practice I could kick your ass. They said you were the best player so far, I can totally take that spot.”
He threw himself on you, trapping you underneath him on the couch.
“We can play together later if you think you’re up for it.” He nuzzled his nose into your neck. “Thank you. For letting me sleep. I wanted to sleep later, wake up after you like normal. But we scheduled and early game because the guys will be busy later.”
“They told me.” You threaded your fingers through his hair. “I get it, it’s fun. Just take care of yourself okay?”
“Always. Now, let’s take a nap.”
“But you just woke up Jong.”
“And?”
“Okay, then we can have lunch and play some more.”
“Sounds like the perfect Saturday.” He mumbled into your neck, his sentence already fading into sleep.
“Definitely does.” You couldn’t keep your eyes open much longer between the comfortable position and his body warmth. So you followed him into dreamland, awaiting you time to play together.
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NOVL Excerpt: A Tragic Kind of Wonderful 
by Eric Lindstrom
I’m still in a good mood despite that weird conversation with Connor yesterday. Two days in a row is some kind of record, at least recently. Maybe because it’s Friday, and I have almost no homework, and the sun finally came out…but no, I know better. My ups and downs have minds of their own.
I ride after school along the beach trail, pumping the pedals, outpacing the lumbering zombies I imagine chasing me on my way to work. They’ll never catch me. Not as long as I have Nolan’s bike.
Parked in front of the Silver Sands Suites is a small rental van. Maybe someone’s moving in. I head inside. Five minutes later I’ve locked my stuff in a cabinet by the sink, put on clean scrubs, pinned on my name tag, and washed my face and hands thoroughly.
I check the mirror. Despite vigorous scrubbing, I’m still dotted with freckles. My aunt Joan and I have a long-standing bet that I’ll outgrow them. She thinks they’re temporary because I have slightly lower density plus brown hair and blue eyes, but I’m a month from my seventeenth birthday. As much as I wish she were right, I think I’m going to win this bet…damn it.
In the kitchen I fill a glass of orange juice halfway. I hold it behind my back as I enter the Sun Room. Ms. Arguello is alone here and calls to me, “Excuse me, miss?”
She’s in the paisley wingback chair by the south window, knitting a heavy scarf, like every day of the two years I’ve worked here.
“How’s your first day going?” she asks.
“Very well, Ms. Arguello, thank you.”
“Oh! You know my name already. How nice, Miss…”
I stoop to bring my name tag closer to her.
“Mel Hannigan?” She laughs. “Was that on your shirt when they gave it to you? Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get your own name tag soon!”
I smile. “No, that’s my name.”
She looks at me askance, playfully suspicious. “Is it short for Melissa?” I shake my head. “Melinda?”
“Nope, just Mel. What can I do for you?”
I know what she wants—it’s the same every day—but she’s much happier when I play out this scene naturally.
“Let me know when the mail comes? I’m expecting a letter from my grandson. I’m knitting this muffler for him.”
“I’ll keep an eye out. Is there anything else I can get for you?”
“No, thank you. Or, maybe a small glass of orange juice?”
She smiles when I hand it to her. She doesn’t ask why I had it ready. The fact that her letter will never come pops into my head. I push it right back out and leave her to her knitting.
Some days I avoid the Beachfront Lounge for as long as I can, but not today. The Hanniganimal is Up! As soon as I walk in, Mr. Terrance Knight sees me and grins. He sets down his book—today it’s his Bible—and struggles out of his usual chair by the heater vent. It’s a battle he wants to win without help, and it usually takes a full thirty seconds.
I don’t remember how old Mr. Terrance Knight is exactly, but he’s at least eighty and still a few inches taller than me, maybe a full six feet. I wait till he’s fully standing and balanced, and then I look up into his eyes, his curly hair shockingly white next to his rich black skin.
“You just get here, Mel? You need to settle first?”
His voice is like thick melted butter; I want to swim in that voice. I squint at him and smile with the right side of my mouth. “Mr. Terrance Knight, I’m never gonna settle!”
“That’s what I want to hear!” he says.
We head for the piano.
My boss’s door opens. A wispy ball of white hair like a dandelion pops out—it’s Judith.
“Sorry,” she says to Mr. Terrance Knight. Then to me, “I need you.”
When I get close, Judith whispers, “Ms. Li. First day. I think she needs some of your magic.”
Ms. Li is tiny, sitting in a chair, wearing a simple red silk blouse, black skirt and hose, and pumps that aren’t nearly comfortable enough for a woman her age, or any age if you ask me. Her hands are folded in her lap. Tears stream down her wrinkled face.
Standing beside her is a tired middle-aged man, probably a relative, wearing a brown suit that’s rumpled and looks slept in.
“This is Mel,” Judith says to Ms. Li in a loud voice. “She’ll stay with you while we finish up some details. We’ll be right outside.”
Ms. Li doesn’t seem to hear. Judith leads the man out and closes the door.
I sit in the chair next to her. It’s good to let them lead.
After another minute of tears and trembling, she looks at me.
I smile. Not my bright smile—I can’t imagine she’d want to see that now. I smile in a way that says, I understand how much the world sucks sometimes…but it doesn’t always.
Her eyes crinkle at the corners. I think she heard me.
“Do you want something to drink?” I ask as loud as Judith.
“I’m not deaf,” she says. “I just didn’t want to answer her endless questions.”
“Oh, sorry!” I laugh. “She only wants you to be happy here.”
I open the apartment fridge by Judith’s desk, retrieve a water bottle, and show it to Ms. Li. She nods. There are plastic cups on the desk; I fill one halfway.
While she sips, I say, “You maybe don’t want to hear about how nice this place is, but it’s really great. I know it’s probably not as good as being at home—”
“Ha! The witch’s castle? That’s the only good to come of this!”
“What?”
“My daughter-in-law. Wretched woman. I only stayed in her castle because of Miles.”
“Who’s Miles?”
“My other son.”
“Is he—”
Her eyes shut and force two more tears down her cheeks.
I take her hand. “I’m sorry. I won’t ask any more questions.”
She squeezes my fingers and holds on.
“Dad!” a muffled voice says in the hall. “Where is she?”
The door swings open—our hands let go—and someone rushes in and kneels before Ms. Li.
He looks about my age, my height, but nothing else is the same. Everything about him is sharp: his cheekbones, his nose, his chin, his shoulders; even his black hair looks like it’s usually neat but now is disheveled and spiky. It reminds me of an angry black cat. I see my hand reaching out to touch—I snatch it back.
The movement catches his eye. He does a double take when he sees my face, caught off guard somehow. He scowls.
“Are you a volunteer?” he asks in a tone that sounds like he’s really asking, Who the hell are you?
“I work here. I’m—”
“You’re not a doctor,” he says. “Or a nurse. You’re just a…just a…”
He turns back to Ms. Li and grabs her hands.
“Just leave us alone.”
I stand and set the water bottle on the desk where they can reach it. Out in the hallway, I look back inside. He’s staring at their clasped hands, whispering.
Ms. Li looks up at me with an expression I’ve seen here many times.
I nod you’re welcome and close the door.
After I leave Ms. Li, I get a text. From Annie. I tap the screen.
I need to swing by your house today.
Bizarre. Must be a mistake. I saw her phone’s address book once and there was no one between Hannigan, Mel, and Lewis, Connor. I consider texting Connor about it, but no. They’ll figure it out.
An hour later I find Dr. Jordan sitting by a window with a mug of coffee. The direct sun on his face makes it glow almost as white as his hair.
I sit across from him. “Hey.”
He’s a resident and wants me to call him Piers. It feels too weird, though, so I rarely call him anything directly. He’s a retired psychiatrist but won’t let me call him Dr. Jordan because he’s not my real doctor. Except he kind of is.
“How are you today?” he says.
“Are you asking, or are you asking? If you’re asking, I’m not a danger to myself or others.”
Dr. Jordan watches me over his coffee, amused.
“What?” I say.
“I do so enjoy our time together. You’re like the daughter I never had.”
“Granddaughter.”
He salutes me with his mug.
None of the other ears nearby work very well. I’m free to talk.
“I think my meds need a little adjusting.”
“Feeling mixed? For how long?”
“Today. Right now, at least. I don’t know. I’m revving up but also losing energy.”
“An off day isn’t a cocktail issue. Anything stressing you out at school, or with friends?”
“No. Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t want it to be about any of those things. That should count for something.”
He sips his coffee.
“I know,” I say. “I can’t choose how I feel, but I can choose how I think about how I feel.”
“That’s not quite what I said, although I suppose it’s an adequate enough street version.”
I sneer.
“Seriously,” he says. “You need to talk to your doctor. About everything. Not just the meds. I’m not—”
“Not my doctor, I know.”
“I was going to say I’m not going to be around forever.”
He watches me. Usually it’s other people who get uncomfortable with how much I hold eye contact. Now I get a glimpse of how they feel.
“I’m glad you didn’t,” I say and stand up. “That would’ve been a shitty thing to say.”
In the two years I’ve worked here, first as a volunteer and now as an employee, I’ve seen half a dozen residents leave the permanent way—through the roof, as Judith says—including Grandma Cece. I miss her, of course, and all the others who’ve left through the roof, but I really don’t know what I’d do without Dr. Jordan.
I sit back down.
“Sorry.”
“You’ve come a long way, Mel. And in a very short time.”
“Thanks to you.”
“In spite of me. I promised Cece I’d help with life coaching, but we talk so much, it relieves the emotional pressure to engage with your therapist. More proof I was right to give up my practice. If I were doing this properly, I wouldn’t let sentiment and a promise to Cece stop me from cutting you off, to push you into a more productive relationship with your doctor. I shouldn’t be—”
“Your ‘life coaching’ saved me, Dr. Jordan. I’m sorry if you regret that—”
His look stops me. It’s a subtle expression but I know it.
“I mean…my real doctor thought your life coaching was wrong! I wrote down his exact words.…” I get my phone and thumb open the notebook app. “He said I was fetishizing the personification of my symptoms. He also said my bipolar disorder couldn’t be cycling as fast as I claimed, not at my age.”
Dr. Jordan’s eyes narrow. “He thought it was wrong? Don’t you mean he thinks it’s wrong?”
Oops.
“I mean back when we talked about it,” I say.
“You never told me.”
“You just said I talk to you too much! And there’s plenty I don’t tell you! He said I should stop talking to you so I stopped talking to him!”
Dr. Jordan sips his coffee. He once made the mistake of telling me Winston Churchill would relight his cigar to give him time to think or compose pithy, articulate statements. Now I know what Dr. Jordan’s coffee is really for.
“I thought you said something last week about your doctor being a woman.”
Shit. “Yeah. That other guy moved away. My new doctor, she just wants me to fill out questionnaires and talk about the meds. As long as I say I’m fine, I’m out the door.”
“So you haven’t given her a chance.”
“I answer all her questions.”
“Mel, some doctors push you and divine meaning from what you say when pushed. Others wait to hear what you say on your own and divine meaning from what you offer up. Offer something up. Give her a chance.”
I don’t say anything.
Dr. Jordan sets his mug down. “Tell her what’s going on in your life. And if you feel strongly about something, say so. Stand your ground; defend your feelings. Be honest and hold nothing back. A good therapist will help you understand and process, not argue. Try her out this afternoon and see. It can only help.”
Hold nothing back? How could I possibly tell that quiet woman in her sterile little office things I’m not willing to tell Dr. Jordan? Things I don’t even let cross my own mind? It’s inconceivable.
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So. SO.
There's this 'Ginny invents Wizard Therapy' AU i've been. Thinking (TM) about, right? I've mentioned it before.
Here's the entire thing I've got of it so far:
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(they all need fucking therapists let's be honest)
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true that
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(ron my poor boy. oh goodness my child. please seek help darling you deserve better)
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hence why i have Ginny going down that route instead of journalism after her hollyhead harpies stuff is up
since quidditch isn't exactly all-day every-day i think she could do some muggle education on the side
and bring some fucking therapy into mind-healing
because the poor girl never got any
and she wouldn't want to see any kids have to pull themselves through what she had to pull herself through
because sure her family helped, or tried to, but they weren't trained, they had no idea what to do, really
i've got Thoughts about post-war Ginny
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ye
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and making her like. More of a well-rounded character a;lkjg;alksg
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hahaha awesome
I think Ron could be a Healer but for like, physical injuries
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what is ginny in the books? violent quidditch girl with pretty hair and. uhhhhh
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yeaaah.....
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she's good at helping harry through his bullshit
so
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she's fiery and peppy and cool but
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.... just tryna expand on that
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yeah
Rowling's definition of "strong woman" isn't.... really on point
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not even a little
violent? check! kind of mean? Check! slut shaming? Check!
not like other girls? double check!
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I don't think Ginny would enjoy therapy in a closed office tho, like physical therapy might be up her alley
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no that's my point
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keeping in with the sporty themes
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like she'd be the kind of therapist to try various forms of therapy with her patients and work with what's best for them
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Yeee
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because she seems the perceptive and supportive type
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Well she'd know
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she's not an armchair hollywood therapist lakjs;glkag
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she'd know that everyone was like "oh you need to talk about it" and bitch she tried it didn't help
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also i imagine there would be a few times where her patients are like 'what would you know about it?????!!!!!!'
yeah exactly
and she'd have ways to deal with when that came up
different ways for the temperament of each person
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what helped Luna was to believe in her dad's crazy theories. what helped Harry was to be believed in. what helped her brother Ron was to be shown support and being told things. what helped Hermione was to sleep for three days and get a punching bag
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hahahaha
but what helped Luna, also, was encouraging her to go see the world and to try and find the things she believes in, to help her through her grief over her mother which she never got any real help for, what helped Harry was to sit quietly with him, to play quidditch with him, to listen when he exploded and to explain calmly in no uncertain terms what he needed to hear, to wait and to listen when he decided to open up about his childhood on his own terms, what helped her brother was affirmation and open care, soft affection, kindness, clear and obvious and un-misinterpretable love, what hapeled hermione was in fact to sleep for three days and get a punching bag, but also someone to vent to, someone to talk her through the things she doesn't understand so they don't make her angry, to clearly and concisely break down the emotions she struggles to empathsie with, someone to tell her in no uncertain terms that she should never have attacked ron, but there are ways to make up for it, to give her books upon books upon books about better ways to deal with difficult situations, give her a focus, something to learn in a way she'll absorb it, and to gently correct assumptions she makes and to slowly lower her intolerance to being told she's wrong about something
because; luna's dad's crazy theories are just that - crazy - and sometimes you need to bring your head back down from the clouds. And sometimes Harry is just wrong, in fact often, and he simply needs to understand himself better. And Ron just needs more love and Ginny feels bad about not noticing it before and needing an entire goddamn degree to see it properly, and Hermione. Hermioine is a mess. And she needs help with that, just like anyone does.
Hermione, one day, to Ginny 'This isn't therapy!' re: the punching bag. Ginny, pushing up her sleeves, getting ready to rant: "Well in fact, there are about a hundred or so and growing texts within the community that-" also she's punching the bag so she can prove that punching the bag helps vent your agression, because hermione saying that really did anger her, and hermione is surprised by how quickly Ginny calms down
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yas
beautiful
now I want a story in which it's just Ginny doing her family and friends' therapy
"what, being your own family's therapist is against the law? not in the wizarding world it's not"
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hahahaha
yeah basically
Ginny, knowing the muggle rules, being a witch: I can't read suddenly, I don't know
Hermione: Angry noises
Ginny: Idk, I don't see it in the law books :/
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seriously you could write that
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im not a therapist
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hahaha yeah
but like just
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id LOVE to
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like you said
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but im not a psychiatrist or a therapist or any of the ists
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Ginny just noticing some stuffs. and doing it
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i know literally nothing about therapy
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fair fair
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i mean
techinically
Ginny could just. Invent therapy
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heheh
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like wizards don't know muggles already have it
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ye
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so she could train to be a mind healer, be like 'this is bullshit' and open her own practise by bullying the ministry into letting her
and so she invented therapy
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honestly I'd see it like one chapter per person, starting Luna then we see them do what you described
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Hermione is pulling her hair out but it works, so like, calm down, just reiniventing therapy here
yeah that would be grand
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Then Harry. and some of the canon happenstances but also others
then Ron and at this point the RWDS kinda takes over the fic oop-
then Hermione, and hurray
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hell, Marietta books and pays for a visit, partially to be like 'fuck you and your friends i want you to be uncomfortable' and Ginny is like. Ah.
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hahahaha
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and then Marietta is like. Yo. Actually. And keeps coming back
eventually they get to her insecurites about her apperance and how she can't find a hairstyle that hides the scars and still lets her see and how everyone who meets her gives her the side-eye and the only people that are cool with her are Cho and Terry and it's really stressfull, and her mother is still stuck in this shitty dead-end job in the ministry and Marietta doesn't really know what to do with her life and can she even have one? in the wizarding world? when everyone knows what she did? when the higher ups in the ministry are best friends with the girl who cursed her, when everyone in the DA knows her face, knows what she did, is she welcome? Is her home not her home anymore?
like everything just ends up pouring out and Ginny's like. oh shit. Okay.
this is actually serious
and obviously Marietta gets her well deserved not-really-a-redemption (a redemption for giving Luna the Loony moniker, but not-really-a-redemption because what she did was understandable giventhe circumstances, regarding Umbridge)
and because I grew very attached to Mari and Terry and Cho in... like all the fics i've written a;lkgja;lskgja;sg
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ye
(hugs) can relate haha
they cute
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hugs gracias
but yeah Marietta is kind of. Stuck. Mostly, in a bit of a funk, after the war
because she's still a kind of paraiah
and like
what is she to do
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yeah I wonder why? /s
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when the only world she's ever known rejects her, but the world her mother is from Marietta doesn't legally exist in
Marietta is a half-blood, second generation witch, and she's kind of just... lost
i mean if you think about it this way
muggleborns are immigrants
really
from a different culture, and a different country, moving into the wizarding world, with the shock of the different lifestyles and technology and everything else
so here's marietta
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yeeep
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with her single, muggleborn mother
and a paraiah's brand across her face
like what is she to do?
and that's her issue
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Muggleborn mom who isn't in the muggle world anymore
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yes
who hasn't been for years
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so she really has nowhere to go
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who is so totally assimilated into the wizarding world she hasn't kept up with the outside
marietta only exists in the wizarding world
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god that's fucked up
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and in the way that she exists there, it's no life, not really, to be hated by everyone for something you did when you were sixteen
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that's why the statute needs to go honestly
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frankly
and truthfully
this fic would probably end up a statute breaker fic after all the therapy
like it'd get a sequel
'surprsie bitch! real goddamn plot!'
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I imagine Ginny thinking about how she'd have reacted had everyone in Hogwarts blamed her for what Riddle did
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Marietta would be kind of... basically she'd be kind of foreshadowing for that
oh god yeah
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heheh
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like the thing is
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to empathize with Marietta better
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she already felt bad for picking up the diary in the first place
PERCY REBELS (+ MAJOR DIVERGENCES) AU
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Harry never saying anything [about the diary]? nobody ever saying anything? that's a kindness
if anyone, anyone
found out
she would have been
Ginny would have been blamed
the wizarding world is one for victim blaming
hell even Arthur's first words to Ginny when he sees her after the chamber are about that*
[that she shouldn’t have trusted the Diary, thereby blaming her first and the Diary second]
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that was Lucius' plan all along
pinning the blame on Ginny
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yeah exactly
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trying to make it seem like this 11 years old girl could have an artefact of the Dark Lord
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like Lucius used the WW's propensity for blaming the victim, it's so gross
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sully the name of the Weasley family
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disgusting
it'd have been really goddamn clever if Harry hadn't. Like. Existed.
VTF Today at 21:34
heheheh
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people think it was a stupid plan
but it really wasn't
the wizards don't think of things like 'how would she have gotten that diary' and stuff
After that it moves into the other AU (Percy Rebels AU) but we're actually writing that one so it doesn't count. This one... this one's been in my head for years at this point ive just. Never been confident in my ability to write something so serious. I mean, I'm not a therapist, you know? I wouldn't want to propgate the hollywood ideas of therapy. Because that's not therapy, but it's also the only version I've ever been exposed to, and I'm horrendous at research, I know I'd find the wrong things.
So. Yeah. That's the AU I haven't written down anywhere! Except here. Now.
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