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fvrxdrm · 3 years

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Hey do you still do requests for Leon Kennedy Re2? I was gonna ask about an NSFW but a little rendezvous to a hotel or something, thank you for reading this

Resting? What the Fuck is That??? (Leon Kennedy x Reader)

Pairing: RE2make!Leon x F!reader

Warning(s): NSFW

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“Y/N!”

A leather-gloved hand clasped onto your wrist as Leon pulled you into the darkened lobby of a hotel you both agreed to meet up at after getting separated. The force he inserted made you stumble a bit but thank God it wasn’t enough to make you fall onto the ground that was painted with blood and grime or else... Yikes!

The young man in front of you slammed the door shut with so much intensity that you were sure all of the undead that chased you down flew across the country before pulling a bookshelf to use it as a barricade while you rest up for a little while.

“Man, that was close!” You exclaimed. Your heart was pounding so much and your lungs were burning and begging for air with all the running you’ve done that your upper body didn’t have a choice but to bend down and let your knees support your arms.

“Yeah. Are you okay, though?” Leon asked as he took a few steps towards you and caressed your back with the hand that wasn’t holding Matilda. You held one of your own ones up as a signal for him to let you take a breather before doing anything else and replied to his question.

“Yeah, just…just give me a second.”

“It’s okay. That room right there is clear. We can rest up in there for a bit.”

“You sure we’ll only rest in there?” You tilted your head towards his direction with a teasing smirk playing on your lips. You knew he was vanilla and you’d seen him blush a few times that night with all the cheesy and filthy lines you were bombarding him while finding a way to get out of the city and you enjoyed seeing him get all flustered so you decided to continue your mission of getting him all mushy and soft. What you didn’t expect though is for him to be prepared with a reply of his own.

“I don’t know. We can do some other stuff if you want.” Leon said, sending a flirty wink towards you. His face read ‘ego’ as he saw how red your face had become, mentally patting himself on the shoulder as he finally gained a point after hours and hours of trying to come up with something to respond back with. “Come on. There’s a bed waiting for us in there.” And with that, he strutted towards the room he was talking about earlier, confidence blossoming all over him as your widened eyes stayed glued to the man who you unconsciously might’ve taught too much that night.

*****

“Ugh! Finally, a bed.” You plopped down on the soft mattress of the king-sized bed that almost occupied the entire room and ended up looking like a starfish, the popcorn ceiling above you weirdly gaining your attention.

“Scoot over. You’re not the only one needing some rest,” Leon said as he nudged your foot that was dangling over the edge of the furniture. You turned your head towards him, your eyes narrowing in a sly manner and your lips curling into a lopsided grin.

“And if I say no?”

“Then, suit yourself.” Leon walked over to where your legs were spread, donning an impish look of his own, before throwing himself on top of you, the sudden change of weight making you yelp and groan.

“Ugh! Fuck!”

“You asked for it,” he remarked, his voice sounding muffled as he let his face rest on your neck. It was getting hard to breathe the more Leon spent every second just laying on top of you and so, you tried your very best to push him off of you before you ran out of oxygen and die because of him.

“Get off me, you psycho!” You grunted, still struggling to shove him away but Leon stood his ground and moved just a tad bit to get more comfy just laying on your stomach. “Bitch, if you don’t skidaddle-“

“Okay, okay, I’ll get off. Geez.” Much to your relief, he finally got off of you and fell onto the right side of the bed, his hands lazily settling down on his vest-covered abdomen, while you tried to catch your breath for the umpteenth time that night.

“Jesus… You almost killed me,” you breathed out as your palm placed itself on your chest where you could feel your own heartbeat pummeling so hard that you thought it was going to break through your ribs.

“Well, I told you to scoot over.”

“It was a joke, asshole.”

“And?” Leon, who was enjoying himself a bit too much, looked over at you with the exact same smile he gave you earlier before torturing you with his lean muscles. You stared back at him, your eyelids getting closer to closing as you silently accepted his own staring contest before you eventually scoffed and withdrew your gaze away from him.

“You’re the worst.” Your body flipped over to face the direction of the brown wooden door you both previously entered and tried to get some sleep, battling with the paranoia that had been trying to take over your system since the outbreak of some sort of virus occurred. But alas, you failed to defeat that inner demon of yours.

“Can’t sleep?” Leon spoke after a few minutes of awkward silence. He mindlessly drew invisible shapes and patterns in the air out of boredom, turning the ceiling into a canvas filled with nothing but the imaginations of the boy. You were quiet for a minute, contemplating whether or not you were just going to ignore the rookie beside you and attempt on another round of ‘let’s-fuck-around-with-paranoia-and-fear-because-that’s-totally-healthy-and-normal’.

Leon noticed your lack of response and looked over to your direction to see your form trembling in fear and trauma and this rang an emergency alarm inside of him.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s wrong? Is it something that I said? Did I injure you?” He softly asked, his hand reaching over to your arm and comforting you in one of the ways he could. You finally turned around and faced him, baring your tears and vulnerability to the man who just saved you from getting bitten by a number of cannibalistic creatures…again. “Hey, you can talk to me, you know. And if this is about what I did earlier, I’m-“

“No, I just…what if we don’t make it out of here? I mean, you saw what happened earlier. One of them could get us at any moment and-“

“Hey, hey, we will make it out of here, alive, alright? We’ve gone this far tonight. What’s stopping us now?”

“Leon-“

“No, alright? We’re gonna make it through. As long as we stick together we’ll be fine. Don’t you trust me?” He rested his leather-covered palm on your cheek, tenderly stroking your skin as his crystal blue eyes stared directly into your E/C ones.

“I do, Leon, I really do. But…I’m the one I don’t trust…and I’m scared.” Recollections of what happened that past week since the upsurge happened flooded your brain; from when you were bitten to when Umbrella found intel on you and started chasing you down town. You were stuck hiding inside an abandoned apartment that had zombies lurking from one corner to another and it was good thing you were smart enough to plan tactics to sneak up on them without getting the attention of the undead while moving around to find stuff that could be useful to your survival.

“Y/N, I’m just as scared as you are but we have to fight.”

“Leon, you don’t understand.” Your eyes dripped with more tears, unmasking the façade you’d varnished yourself with as soon as the virus hit and when Leon saw this, he pulled against his chest and stroked your hair to make you feel more at ease. And it certainly did.

Minutes had passed just calming down to the warmth your human duvet and shield had given off and your breathing had become a bit shallow than before. However, while Leon was doing his best to comfort you, your mind went towards the direction of ‘am-I-going-to-tell-Leon-the-truth-or-not’. If you told him the truth, he would either not believe you and kill you or leave you or believe you and maybe even help get you off the radar atleast until you escape the city and after a good amount of thinking time, you decided to tell him the truth because why not? He’s going to find out either way, anyway. And so, that you did.

“Leon, I have to tell you something.” You pulled away from his grasp and stared right into his eyes where you could see the exhaustion and pain hiding beneath the not-so-convincing mask of courage and gentleness.

“What is it?”

“I…I um…”

“Hey, it’s okay not tell me, alright? Maybe what’s bothering you is too personal.” Leon rubbed the exposed skin of your arm to assure you and you almost didn’t want to tell him because of how badly you wanted to stay right in his arms and enjoy the warmth he was blessing you with and just sleep right there but you had to. You didn’t want to lose his trust and feel like you set him up when he finds out later since the chance of that happening is higher if you didn’t tell him earlier.

“Leon, I…I”

“Y/N, I told you, you can-“

“I’m bit”

There, you said it. Now all you have to do is wait for Leon’s reaction while you tremble like a cat or something.

He went silent for a few seconds, eyebrows crumpled together until words finally formed in his mouth. “What? When? And how are not turned yet?” His eyes roamed your body to look for any vital signs that you were bit and was turning into one of those…things…that were outside but couldn’t find any so he assumed that you were telling a sick and stupid joke.

“I was bitten the day the outbreak started and…I don’t think I’m going to turn into one of them…ever.” Leon looked straight into your worrisome eyes again, bewilderment written all over him for the millionth time that night.

“What? How? You saw what happened out there, I saw what happened out there, so how are you bitten and not turning? And also, I’m not seeing a single bite mark on you.” You took in a huge amount of air before releasing them to blend in with the cold and turned your left forearm upward so you could show Leon the damage you did five days after you almost became zombie chow. He took a closer look, getting as much visual details as possible to prove or deny that what you had was a bite mark. But as he further inspected the injury, he saw that it was not a bite mark but was actually a burn of some sort. “Y/N, what the fuck? This is a burn not a bite mark.”

“Yeah, I did that. Five days after I was bitten, I decided it would be a great idea to cover the bite by burning it.” You chuckled. “Stupid, I know.”

“If you’re immune, then, why are you scared?”

“Umbrella. I-it’s a pharmaceutical company that claimed responsible for the attack, I believe. And now, they’re after me, probably to make more of that trench coat and fedora bitch or something.” And with that, silence took over you again, giving Leon enough time to process the information he just got from you and scheme a plan for you two to get out of the city without running into any workers from said pharmaceutical company. But when you noticed how he was stressing himself out for you, you took his hand in yours and placed a chaste kiss on his forehead to snap him out of his trance. It was sweet how he cared about you so much, but you didn’t want him to forget about himself. And besides, you could take care of yourself. You would always have each other’s back, especially in a situation like this.

“Somebody’s after me. I don’t know what they want but…I’ve been hiding from them these past few days.” At that point, Leon had become more concerned for your safety than before, making a mental note to not separate with you ever again.

"Who?"

“Leon, you don’t have to think too much, okay? All I’m asking you to do is to never leave my side and I will never leave yours. We’re a team, remember?” The said man lifted his gaze from your feet and let his own eyes linger on your face for a minute until he suddenly felt the urge to touch your forehead with his and chuckled.

“Funny how you’re the one telling me stuff like that now.”

“Well, we need each other’s reassurance, don’t we?”

“Yeah, we do.” Small smiles were drawn on both of your lips, taking in the beauty of the light you both found while finding ways to dodge the undead and get out of the city alive. The presence you provided was enough to contribute to the solace you were both begging the heavens above for since the two of you got involved into the mayhem unwillingly and you treasured that every step of the way, promising to never leave and forget about each other once you had escaped the ghost of a town called Raccoon City and none of you were planning on breaking that no matter how easy or hard it was. You saw each other as gifts and you thanked the other for giving them to you. Words may not be enough but actions are so you two decided to thank the other by showing the desire and feelings you had caught along the way.

“Please…kiss me, Leon,” you whispered, the warmness in your breath tickling against his lips, therefore sending more jolts of lust and tingles down to his crotch.

“Wouldn’t ever object to that.” And with that, Leon pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss was slow and uncertain at first, testing the waters to see if the other would pull back and regret the decision they had made. But once a few minutes had passed and nobody was pulling back, your hands grabbed onto each other’s body and pulled to bring yourselves closer to the point where you were certain that you could feel even the smallest details that formed you two before Leon made himself comfortable on top of you without breaking the fiery hot kiss.

You eventually felt the need to take in some air and so you pulled away and watched as Leon removed every single article of his police uniform, only straddling you with his boxers that were barely making his hardened length unseen by you.

“Please, tell me you want this, too,” Leon pleaded, his palms resting on your sides.

“I want you, Leon…so badly.” And that was enough for Leon to take all of your clothes except for your panties that were surely ruined by your own arousal and pressing his mouth back onto yours, exploring your slick cavern with his tongue and melding your saliva with his. Your hands work their way around his body, feeling each crevasse, each line along his perfect physique while his ventured over yours, exploring as much region of your body as he could.

The way his lips painted your body felt so surreal but at the same time…natural. It was like he was writing a beautiful poem with your skin as his paper, an unspoken story worthy to be told. Who would’ve thought that such a wonderful tale could be made inside the horrors of your future past?

Usually, when people read and write stories like these, all they could focus on were the fear and trauma that each character had endured throughout the book. It was very rare for us to focus on the bond and comfort that they had gained and most of them were poorly written and delivered. But Leon, he knew what he was telling. He was certain about his invisibly/visibly written confession to you and that showed on the way his gentle touches were affecting you.

He held his length in his hand, slowly stroking to spread the pre-cum that dripped from his slit before entering inside your heat carefully, making sure not to let his own excitement take over him and end up hurting you, and moans were immediately released from your mouths.

Leon took his time and let you adjust to his surprisingly huge size before slowly mimicking a backward and forward motion and he abruptly pressed his lips on yours to muffle both of your sounds to avoid attracting any unwanted guests.

“Leon,” you whimpered as you took in the pleasure the man on top of you was giving you.

“Fuck!” His movements started pick its pace, the urge to scream becoming a hard task to do as Leon repeatedly stroked the root of your clit and he was struggling himself at how tight and wet you were. You for sure knew that a puddle of your nectar was pooling on the mattress and the thought of someone who thought it was a great idea to come back here to investigate shit amused you so much that you would’ve laughed if Leon hadn’t rammed himself inside of you as his orgasm took control of his body, causing you to come closer to your peak. And with one last thrust, he released his seed inside of you while your warmth coated his cock, the delicious sensation causing you to arched your back and Leon to squeeze his eyes shut.

Fuck, that was good!

“Shit! I thought I was gonna die right there,” you panted. “I thought Officer Leon Kennedy was vanilla.”

“Well, to be fair, with a body like yours? Who wouldn’t lose their innocence,” he slyly remarked, a snarky wink perfectly ending his cheesy sentence.

“Sure, Leon. Come here.” You reached your arms up to wrapped them around his body that was coated with perspiration before pecking his lips once he had leaned down to your level.

“Well, shall we get a move on?”

“Lead the way, super cop.”

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I did not intend this to be this long and I wrote this, like, in three days bc my laziness is really tempting XD. Hope you enjoyed this though.

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sneezingpotatoes · 3 years

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Merry (LATE ASF) Christmas xD

Over a year late, but... You know?😂😂😂 I come baring gifts! xD Gotta keep my word no matter how long it takes lmao

Okay so I got my ex-best friend to draw Draco for me xD LOL She’s vanilla and doesn’t know about my kink so I had to kinda sneakily ask her to add the blush and stuff lmao BUT FOR THE MOST PART, this is my OC Draco xDD She did a good job with it! That’s him feeling all sickly in the story xD I might get her to draw my other OC’s too! If you want her to draw for you too or see what else she drew, her instagrams are: @ixreikoluxi and @ixreiko_luxi ((Just dont message her anything kinky LOL but she does do commissions on anime art!)) Also I tried new things in here... And there’s a lot that be happenin in this fic so hopefully it’s a good read lmao xD

ANYWAYS MERRY (LATE ASF) CHRISTMAS AND ONTO THE FIC XD I think it’s around 15k words OvO ENJOY

December 23rd

A soft murmur slips past Draco’s ears through the darkness of sleep, earning a sleepy snort and a shift on the couch from the sleeping drunkard. The murmur wasn’t loud enough to fully wake the hungover excuse of a man resting on the couch, but it did plant the seed of a weak headache into his temples from the lingering alcohol flowing through his veins.

“...co ... Draco! Wake up, please.”

The gentle shaking of his arm causes Draco to slowly stir awake. The rugged man lazily blinks a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus through the dim light on the face hovering above him. He winces as he’s greeted with a sharp churning in his stomach from his heavy alcohol consumption the past few days, cursing at the situation entirely.

“Shit. Wahtimeisit..? Wahdoyouwant?” His voice was deep and groggy from sleep, words slurred from his mind and mouth both sluggish and still trying to register and function at the thought of being awake so early.

“It’s 10 ‘till 6am. I need you to do the Christmas shopping for me while I’m at work today.” The gentleman firmly instructed. Shit. He had forgotten about that. The rugged man audibly grunted, rubbing the sleep out of his tired eyes. “I left the shopping list and some money on the table. Do not forget about it, Draco. I mean it.” His voice was strict and bold, leaving a mark on Draco’s deafened pride. The gentleman locked the door behind him and was gone before Draco could even attempt to respond.

“Could’ve at least turned off the fricken light, jeez.”

He groaned, dreading the long day of shopping he had ahead of him. Every time Reuben had asked him to go to the store for him, it was always at least a four-hour endeavor, seeing how Reuben always had items on the list that he had never heard of, and the nearest shops around his area were all unheard of and he had no idea where any of the items were. Even if he did go shopping on a regular basis, he was sure that he would still be lost in each of the supermarkets. Christmas was in two days, so that meant that everyone was out and about, doing their last-minute Christmas shopping, just as he was about to, seeing how he had waited nearly a month to even think about the list. Yeah, Reuben had warned him about this multiple times, that’s why he had made the list ahead of time, but Draco didn’t care. Well, he didn’t care until now. The rugged man cursed to himself just thinking about the long shopping list and having to deal with crowds of people. Why did he have to do all the damn shopping, anyway? ‘It’s not like you do anything all day, anyway. You just lay around or go to the bar and get drunk. The least you could do is help out around here and go to the grocery store.’ He could hear Reuben’s nagging voice already engraved into his memory. They’ve had this conversation once before, and Draco hated to be reminded of it. He sighs, shoving away the memory and slamming his eyes shut, trying to return to the peaceful slumber that he had been rudely awoken from.

4 hours felt like minutes according to Draco as he was rudely pulled out of sleep by warm licks to the tip of his nose. At first, he shoves the clever feline back away from his torso and rubs his freshly licked nose, sluggishly trying to go back to sleep. Absinthe returns a couple of seconds later, gently sitting on his chest with a soft ‘meowrr’ that makes the rugged man bat an eye at the creature.

“Jesus Christ, cut it out, will ya!?” The man grunted, remembering that he was supposed to feed the feline two hours ago, and that he probably wouldn’t hear the end of it with Reuben when he got home. She speaks again, hopping onto the floor and stretching outward near her food bowl. “Alright, alright already. Shaash, I’m goin’.”

Brain still foggy from sleep, the rugged man brought himself to his feet, releasing a loud, well-needed yawn that forced his jaw to slack all the way open as he headed into the kitchen, feeling the patient feline watching his every move. He takes the can of cat food from the cabinet and sluggishly places the food in the bowl, having Absinthe instantly begin to eat the protein packed meal.

“You’re welcome, little bastard.” He mumbled as he watched the feline scarf down the mushy substance, gliding a gentle hand behind her ears. “Must be good, huh?” It was odd. Draco normally judged Reuben for speaking to his feline like an actual person, but it was actually quite soothing to say the least, as it brought a wry smirk to his face. Obviously, he wasn’t going to tell Reuben that. The black cat abruptly stopped eating and peeked her head at the man crouched directly behind her, purring when he rubbed the right spot. He gave her one last rub before getting up to grab a change of clothes.

He called an Uber after taking a decently long, hot shower and eating a slice of cold, leftover pizza from the fridge for breakfast. Reuben was the only person with a car around here and he had taken it to work today, so he felt that an Uber would be the better option at least. The rugged man scoops the money from on the table into his pocket, grabs the shopping list and heads outside into the freezing winter air.

***

The sky was a nice dark gray, not doing the sun any favors with providing any warmth or sunlight really. There was a cold, gentle breeze that would occasionally brush through his dark black bangs and hug his neck and chest, forcing him to pull up his short jacket collar as much as he could in order to shield himself from at least some of the coldness. This would be one of the moments that he missed his trench coat and fedora the most. Reuben had made him throw the old things out entirely and get a completely new wardrobe about a week after he had moved in. He couldn’t complain; he didn’t much care about having to wear new clothes, he just wanted to keep his fedora and trench coat if anything. The sound of car tires sloshing in a puddle of rainwater catches his attention as it appears to be his Uber driver. The driver waves at his direction, beckoning him to come over.

“So, where we headed?” The uber driver asked as Draco entered the back seat.

“Just to the local shopping center up ahead. I put the damn address in the app, why are you asking me? Do your damn job.” He muttered, eyeing the long list in his hand. He’s sure that the driver said something back to him, but he wasn’t listening; He was already in a bad mood and had to prepare himself for the long endeavor ahead of him.

The closer they got to the shopping center, the more Draco started to get annoyed. There were so many cars in the street, driving slow for what Draco thought was both to look at all of the Christmas lights and decorations hanging up on all of the lamp posts and just from the amount of people in the area period. There were so many people walking on the sidewalks with their families, friends, partners and just some walking solo; He was kind of glad that he hadn’t driven here himself. It would be hell to find a parking spot anywhere, and just hell to get out of here. He grunts to himself, noticing a few people wearing face masks that were walking along the sidewalks as well. He had forgotten that this was the perfect weather and season for people to get sick. It was probably the perfect place to get sick too, seeing how there were just so many people brushing up against one another, touching all sorts of the same products and just overall breathing the same air in general. The driver pulled over in what seemed to be the middle of the shopping center, having a giant Christmas tree on display to his left with so many bright lights and Christmas ornaments dangling from all of the branches. That seemed to be the hot spot of the entire center, seeing how there seemed to be a ton of families crowded around the tree, whether they were taking pictures in front of it, sitting and chatting, or just hanging out around the area. He paid the uber driver and exited the vehicle, instantly starting to make his way towards the nearest supermarket so that he could get out of this mess as quickly as possible.

Draco was hit with a little bit of relief when he entered the store, feeling the heat instantly wash over him as he grabbed his handheld shopping basket. It was short lived though as he saw how long the checkout lines were, and how many people were still shopping down every isle in the store. He briefly sighed, shoving all of his aggravation aside. He knew that he wasn’t going to get anything done fast if he just kept moping about the situation.

It took about an hour of roaming down every isle a few times, bumping into and being bumped into a good handful of times and scanning over the shopping list at least 30 times before Draco was sure that he had gotten a good selection of items off of the list and made the executive decision to check out. It didn’t matter which line he chose; each line was so long that it was stretching into an actual isle, causing multiple people to have to cut through every once in a while, just to get to the other side of the store. He picks the closest line to him and decides to start waiting now rather than later. Why does everybody have to be out shopping right now anyway? He thought to himself, feeling his arms starting to grow tired from carrying the heavy basket for so long.

It wasn’t long before other shoppers began to slowly file in behind him, causing him to feel slightly uneasy from how close they had to stand in order to be out of the way of other shoppers. What made matters worse was that the person behind him sounded like he was under the weather and Draco didn’t want to be anywhere near it. The thick sniffling that was heard from behind him made Draco internally groan. Damn it, he hated this so much. The regret was really starting to sink in now. At this moment he wished that he had went shopping right when Reuben had made the list. There’s a chesty cough from behind him that makes Draco turn his head slightly enough to see a young man sniffling helplessly into the palm of his hand. He rolls his eyes, feeling like he’s stuck in his current position. He knew that he always had an option to leave the line, but he had already waited 10 minutes and he didn’t want to be there any longer than he had to. The shuffling of feet in front of him caught his attention as he followed suit and scooted forward a couple of inches as the next customer was being serviced. There were only two customers in front of him now, and he was actually standing inside of the gap with the chip racks and soda coolers; He was nearing the light at the end of his tunnel. He knew that he could wait a couple more minutes and put up with this a little while longer. That was until…

“Hh… Ah’TSSCHiuh!!”

The loud sneeze from behind makes the rugged man flinch, feeling a gust of air and cold spray instantly hit the back of his neck. He slowly turns around completely this time, bringing a hand up to wipe where he had felt the sickly spray come in contact as he was greeted by a young man with short brown hair, sniffling and wiping his nose onto his jacket sleeve.

“Oh, come on, man! Are you freggin serious?!” Draco yells, feeling disgusted and aggravated at the stranger. The outburst causes a handful of eyes to veer over to their direction. The younger man could only give a sheepish smile in return, feeling way beyond embarrassed and nervous of what the rugged man would do.

“I, uhh… I’m sorry, man! It’s just allergies! ‘Tis the season, right?” The young man said with a pleading smile and nervous laugh, trying his best to ease the rugged man over. Allergies my ass. His voice sounded thick and strained just from that apology alone, and Draco already knew what this meant. He looked like a walking germ cell; ain’t no way that’s some goddamn allergies.

“Un-fucking-believable.” He muttered, looking at his hand in disgust. He was furious way beyond comprehension, but he didn’t want to cause a bigger scene than he had already. For this kids’ sake. The young man pulled out a pack of tissues and handed him one with a shaky hand. “Where the hell was this at before you fucking sneezed on me?!” His voice was loud with anger again as he snatched the tissue out of the man’s hand and wiped his own in disgust. The younger man quickly fumbled into the packet again to grab his own tissues as his eyelashes began to gently flutter shut.

“Ah’TSSCHiih..! Ih‘TISShiEW!!”

The cans and bottles in his handheld basket clanked against each other as the young man jerked forwards, diving into his hand full of tissues as his bangs bounced off of his clammy forehead with each itchy explosion. He would’ve crashed into the chip rack if not for the kind stranger behind him. Draco was relieved when the customer in front of him was beginning to load the belt with his items, allowing him to scoot up some again. It was short lived though, when the young man also scooted up behind him, sniffling and coughing so close in his ear it felt like he was practically shoulder to shoulder with him.

Finally, after a few more minutes of waiting, it was Draco’s turn to quickly checkout and instantly leave the store. The cold air greeted Draco once again, but he didn’t care this time. He was just happy to get out of that store and separate himself from that walking germ infestation. His arms were already starting to get tired even though he had two more stores to visit; He just wanted to go home honestly and take another hot shower to cleanse himself. It was about a ten-minute walk to get to the next store on his list. The fresh air was really nice, but it was awfully cold and starting to loosen up his sinuses. He had to sniffle every few seconds just to try and prevent his nose from leaking onto his numb upper lip.

His second shopping experience was pretty similar to the last store, minus the disgusting event, but the process went by faster than he had thought it would, and for that he was grateful. He peered down at the shopping list once again, having a wave of relief brush over him from seeing the small handful of items that he had left to get: Cranberry sauce, Asparagus, wait… Proscouittio? What the hell was a proscouittio? The rugged man sat down on the nearest bench, allowing his arms to rest by setting down all of his grocery bags onto the cold concrete as he pulled out his cellphone and dialed up the pediatrician.

“Hello? Draco?” The smooth and concerned voice of the gentleman was heard on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, it’s me. What the hell is a pro… scouittio?” The rugged man asked, voice still coated with irritation from having to be out shopping. He snuffled twice into a curled knuckle, giving the underside of his nose a quick wipe after feeling a faint burning at the back of his sinuses from the cold air. A light chuckle is heard on the other end from the gentleman.

“It’s prosciutto, not proscouittio.” Reuben corrected through a light snicker. Draco snarled, irritably bringing his phone closer to his mouth.

“If you’re going to laugh and make fun of me, so help me God I swear I’ll hang up right fucking now and blow this money at the nearest bar in sight.” His voice was dry and grim, causing Reuben to stop his chuckling instantly. The rugged man snuffled thickly again, lifting up his arm to briefly rub his leaky nose along his jacket sleeve this time.

“Okay, okay, calm down. There’s no reason to get all riled up.” Reuben’s voice had a naturally childish glee to it today that forced Draco to ease up a little, even if he didn’t want to. “It’s a thinly sliced ham. Very delicious. You can find it at Scardello deli a little way east of the Shopping Center. Oh, and Draco, make sure you’re reading all of the ingredients carefully. My parents are coming over and it has to be correct.” It was hard to pay attention to Reuben, seeing how his nose would not stop running no matter how many times he wiped at it. He had to keep sniffling to himself in order to barely keep the leakage at bay. He audibly sighs, as he felt his inner nostrils begin to tingle from the cold air just enough to make his chest bounce with a muted hitch. “—And a block of Gruyère cheese from the deli too, please.” There was a moment of silence before Reuben realized that he had been talking to himself for the past few seconds. Another muted hitch escapes from Draco as his nose and lips began to quiver uncomfortably from the subtle itch.

“Hehh…” He could feel his eyelids start to droop closed and his shoulders begin to rise from the third inhale that was audible this time and forced him to bring up a shaky hand to squeeze his nostrils shut with his thumb and forefinger.

“Hello? Draco? Are you there—" The hitch only sounds like a soft grunt to Reuben as he is unable to hear clearly since Draco instantly pushed the device deep into his chest as he jerked forwards twice.

“Kxxnt… Hhuh-… Eh’GSXnt!” The first sneeze was weak and soft enough to go unnoticed, but it made the gentle tingle in his sinuses rattle, causing the second sneeze to sound a bit more agitated and loud enough to get picked up on the line.

“Oh? Bless you, Draco. Are you alright?” Reuben asked, voice clearly coated with concern. The rugged man barely caught the sentence as he brought the phone back up to his ear, sniffling a handful of times into his curled knuckle.

“Yeah, ‘s just cold as hell out here. What were you talkin’ about?” Draco muttered, massaging the bridge of his nose with chilled fingertips.

“I said I need you to pick up a block of Gruyère cheese from Scardello’s Deli for me while you’re out. I must’ve forgotten to put it on the list.”

“Jeez, I need a drink.” Draco groaned as he massaged the bridge of his nose in irritation of the new item added to his list this time.

"Tell you what: I'll pay your bar tab for all of the hassle you're going through today, even though all of this could've been avoided had you listened to me." Reuben offered, mumbling the second half of his sentence in a matter-of-fact manner. Draco didn't care though. He was sold on the 'pay your bar tab' part.

"You've got yourself a deal then."

“Good. Oh- And Draco, be safe out there. Don’t stay out in the cold for too long. Make sure you’re keeping wa--”

“Tch.” Draco instantly ended the call after he irritably smacked his lips, ignoring the pediatrician’s advice. He didn’t need to hear something he already knew and was well aware of. Reuben wasn’t his parent. He knew how to take care of himself. The rugged man quickly stood back up in a huff and headed straight for the second to last store on his list.

The next store that he needed to visit was a fresh produce store. Reuben was very picky about the ingredients that he needed. He always wanted it to be organic and to be from a certain brand, which was very annoying and very time consuming to find. If he had been lazy and just brought home a random brand of the product, he knew that he wouldn't hear the end of it from Reuben. Draco didn't know why the hell he cared so much, seeing how it all tasted the same to him anyway. What was the point? It was all food; one just costs more than the other.

The list was growing shorter though, and it only took him about half an hour to find the ingredients that he needed, and checking out was a breeze. The only place he needed to visit was Scardello's Deli. He was glad that this was his last stop though. He was growing rather hungry and decided to take this opportunity to grab him some lunch with the leftover grocery money, if he had any.

Upon approaching the Deli, his heart instantly sinks from how many people are inside of the deli, and just from seeing all the tables outside being filled as well. For a brief moment he had forgotten that it was almost Christmas and that the piles of people showing up to this Deli wouldn't be an exception. Scardello's was also a popular Italian deli, famous for their tasty, high quality ingredients; seeing this many people here on an average day wouldn't be surprising either. You'd be lucky if you didn't have to wait in a long line that extended outside of the store.

Draco quickly stepped in line, wanting to save his place before someone else had the chance to and began the waiting game for the last time. He was happy, seeing how after he was finished shopping here, he could finally go home and he also had free alcohol on his waiting list. It wasn't too bad though. He enjoyed the scent of freshly toasted bread and the savory scent of spices that were infused into the meats. This was the best experience he had today for waiting in a long line, even if he had handfuls of groceries in his hands.

After waiting for about 20 minutes in line, it was finally his turn to order and he was relieved. There was a big glass full of different types of meats on display in front of him, all looking very delicious, but he points to the specific type of prosciutto that Reuben had asked for, along with the block of Gruyère cheese. The cashier nods to the rugged man and repeats the order back to a couple of workers that were slicing meat in the back as he pressed a few buttons onto his register.

"Prosciutto di Parma. Good choice. Delicate to the tongue and sweet to the taste." The woman behind him stated as she approached the meat display and stood beside him. She held her black suitcase to her side as her long, white lab coat flapped behind her as she turned to study the rugged man standing in front of her. "Hmm... You don't look like the type to eat anything close to prosciutto... Who sent you?" She mused, chuckling to herself as she saw the confused, and now irritated glare on Draco's face. The rugged man furrowed a brow at the lady, feeling offended by her choice of words. ‘Look the type’? The hell does she mean by that?

Her long, brown hair seemed to flow vibrantly behind her back, naturally complimenting her dark, purple orbs while she looked at the display case full of meat. She was actually very beautiful in Draco's eyes; he had to force himself to shift his gaze so that he didn’t end up staring for too long.

"I gotta $62.60 for a Prosciutto Di Parma an’ a Gruyère ." The cashier stated through a heavy Italian accent that instantly snagged Draco's attention and brought him back to reality. Over $50 for just some damn meat and cheese? What has the world come to, he thought to himself.

"U-uh, yeah, and I wanna add your uhh... Italian Sub. That should be cheap enough at least." He muttered, dazed by both the woman still hovering over his shoulder and the price of the meat as he fumbled into his pockets for the leftover grocery money.

"Ey, Giuseppe, put his order on my ticket." The woman stated as she gently grabbed his hand in order to prevent him from scrambling for the lose bills in his pockets any longer. “Grazie mille amico mio.” Draco gave the woman both a confused and disapproving look in return but she brushed it off as she placed her own order on top of his.

“Nessun problema. Qualunque cosa per mia sorella!” The cashier replied with a smile as he typed away on the cash register.

"The hell d’you think you’re doing, lady? I have the money to pay, you know." Draco muttered to the woman with shattered pride after she had placed her order. The cashier had told them to stand over to the side as they began preparing their food.

"Mm-hmm. Oh I'm sure you do." She said with a flirtatious grin. Draco couldn't tell if she was joking or if she was just being sarcastic. Or both. The childish tone of her voice reminded him of Lirin a bit, and made him unintentionally release an agitated sigh. "Nobody in their right mind walks into Scardello's with pocket change."

"Listen, lady, pocket change or not: money is money. Don’t give a rats ass about how it looks." Even though she was very beautiful, her beauty didn’t seem to filter Draco’s mouth nor his personality. He could care less, really. She could’ve been Beyonce in a two piece and he still would’ve said the same thing.

"Hm. Touché." She muttered, giving the rugged man an approving nod before giving him a light punch in the shoulder. “Can you not call me lady though? Don’t you know how rude that sounds?”

"Do I look like a fuckin’ mind-reader? I don’t know your name, lady.”

“The name's Sicily." Her response came out awkward sounding as she fought to keep herself from actually socking him in the shoulder again. “Gaash, do you kiss your mother with that potty mouth?”

"Don’t you ever mention my mother ever again, you got that??" He mutters intensely, having the cashier interrupt their conversation with two bags of food in hand.

She awkwardly thanked the cashier and gave him a tip before leaving the Deli. Draco followed her outside over to a wooden bench a few steps away from the Deli as she sat down and separated the food between both of them.

"Y’know, you’re being kinda rude to the person that just bought all this food for you. Here." She said as she gave him the bag with freshly purchased food inside. "That one's yours." Draco accepted the bag in silence as she taps the bench and invites him to join her and have a seat, in which he distantly accepts. The two sit in silence for a good few minutes before Sicily decides to cut through the tension. “I didn’t catch your name earlier...” She mumbled into her sandwich before taking a bite out of it.

“... Draco, I guess...” He replied annoyed, only staring at his sandwich rather than eating it.

"Well, Mr. Draco... You’re an asshole, you know that?” She stated through a soft chuckle after hearing Draco release a loud, obviously aggravated grunt in response, “An attractive asshole, I might add. And honestly, you just have the manliest resting bitch face I’ve ever seen--”

“What the hell are you getting at here?”

“You wanna know why I paid for your meal? I just wanted to make that sour face at least a liiiittle bit sweeter, you know?” The rugged man gave a perplexed look towards the woman sitting beside him. It felt weird hearing a woman speak so openly and without a filter just like him.

“...Shut up...” Draco half-muttered after an exhausted sigh, before finally taking a bite out of his sandwich.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Too bad. I’m not a sheep. I don’t follow orders.” She mused with a dorky accent, surprisingly earning an unexpected chuckle from the rugged man. He wasn’t expecting such a resilient response. He had to admit, she was a cute, quirky, and geeky person that made his heart flutter the more he talked with the woman.

The two sat on the bench oddly enjoying each other's company and eating the delicious Italian lunch for about half an hour. Even though it was really cold outside, it didnt matter to them. It felt like Draco was genuinely having a great time with Sicily and he didn't want it to end. You might even say it was a first date at that. She seemed to be the only person that could get underneath his thick skin and actually make him chuckle, multiple times at that. Wait a minute, what was he thinking? It couldn’t have been a date. They were simply just having a decent lunch together. That was all.

The half hour feels like seconds as the time flew by, though. They had already finished their lunch and Draco knew that he needed to get back and put the groceries away. Sicily seemed like she had her own plans to get back to as well, seeing how she was the one who had cut the event short. She did feel awful about ending their moment, so she paid for his Uber and waited with him until the Uber arrived to take him home.

***

Draco had an odd, empty feeling resting in his stomach as the Uber pulled up to Reuben's home. He was glad to be home and to have all the shopping finished; It felt like a huge weight was lifted off of his shoulders, but he still missed the company of Sicily. He thanks the driver for the ride after he collected all of his belongings and started for the front door, heaving all of the groceries along with him.

Draco raises a curious brow as he sees Reuben's car in the driveway. It was out of the ordinary to see Reuben's car here at this time, because he normally didn't come home until late at night. The rugged man adjusts the bags in his hands, dismissing the fact of the car being there only to be halted by a stray dog crossing his path in the driveway.

The dog looked like a black and brown German Shepard, but it had a deep cut along its left eye and it was faintly shivering from the cold winter air. Once Draco made eye contact with the canine, it slowly sat down and wagged its tail, patiently waiting. For what, Draco had no idea. He had seen this dog before. Multiple times at that. Reuben would always chase the dog away with his shoe whenever he saw him on the porch, but Draco never understood why. The rugged man cautiously approached the injured creature with a struggling hand to scratch behind its ears and the dog instantly dropped its mouth open and let its tongue hang out, clearly enjoying the attention and feeling of affection.

"You like that, dontcha boy?" As if in response to Draco, the dog barked and hopped up to place his paws onto the rugged man’s chest, trying to lick his face. Draco chuckled at the friendly creature and gave it a hug as he couldn't resist the poor, abandoned animal. He knew how being cold, lonely and abandoned felt and how much value was in the slightest amount of affection. He wasn’t fast enough to dodge as the canine licked his cheek a few times. "Okay, okay, down boy! Get down!" He had to force the dog down, seeing how the canine was overly excited from the rugged man and his attention. "What’s your name, anyway?" He muttered, trying to find a collar or dog tag on the animal, only to find nothing. The stray dog sat in front of the rugged man with excited eyes. It was hard for Draco to look back at the poor animal, but he knew that he couldn't take him into Reuben's house. The pediatrician had mentioned that he disliked dogs with a passion; for what reason, Draco had no clue. He gave the dog one last good rub and slipped past him in order to get to the front porch. The dog only sat in place, watching the rugged man as he stood on the porch, glaring back at the stray dog with guilt. “... You know what, fuck it.” He says as he grabs a slice of the prosciutto and tosses it to the stray dog. Immediately, the dog grabs the meat and runs into the grass, tearing the meat up and swallowing it savagely like he hadn’t eaten in a while. ‘You enjoy that, little buddy.” He whispers before sliding into the house.

***

Draco released a light sigh as he was relieved to be back home and outside of the cold. Before he could enter the kitchen to set down the groceries, Reuben arose from the couch and greeted him with a cheerful grin.

"Welcome back, Draco. I assume everything went well?" The gentleman grabbed a few of the bags from the rugged man and led him into the kitchen.

"Yeah, but- wait, why are you home right now?" Draco asked, confusion coating his voice, as he sat the bags on the counter and began to take all of the items out. Reuben gives a slight chuckle as he takes the empty bag from Draco and throws it in the trash.

"I couldn't have you here while I wrapped up all the Christmas gifts, now could I?" He said, pointing at the elegant Christmas tree that now had multiple gifts resting underneath it. Draco rolled his eyes, aggravated at the fact that it would’ve been a whole lot easier if Reuben would’ve taken him to the store in the first place. “Oh, relax, would you? I thought I’d find you wearing an ear-to-ear grin from the clean slate you now have at the bar!"

"... Fine, just whatever... There better be a flask full of booze under there or you're catching fists." He falsely allowed the joke to slip off of his tongue, forgetting that he wasn't outside with Sicily anymore. Reuben doesn't mind though, and takes it as him finally getting into the Christmas spirit. "What's with the sweater?"

"Oh this old thing? You like it?” Humors Reuben as he stretches out the sweater in order to show off all the glowing Christmas lights and decorations on it. The rugged man only gives a disgusted look in disapproval at the ugly thing. "It even lights up, s-see?Ihktsh!" Reuben furrowed a confused brow as he barely caught the abrupt sneeze into a curled knuckle, feeling an overwhelming itch force entry into his sinuses and cut his shirt viewing short.

A sharp, breathy inhale was the only thing Draco heard before he looked over to see Reuben twitching forward with each rapid sneeze, catching them with the top-side of his hand. "Hih-Ktsh! Hihktsh! Hh-Hihh! Hih'KSsh! HuhISsSCH'ue!!" The power of the tickling sensation was so strong and abrupt that his lungs didn’t know how to function properly with the irritant fighting in his sinuses.

He knew the feeling of this type of tickle. It wasn’t from sickness, nor from hay fever, and his house hadn’t been dusty enough to irritate him the past few days, so it could’ve only been one other thing. A handful of muted gasps escape from the gentleman as he could feel his sensitive nose trembling in agony.

“Hh-have youhh beenn playi’gw-wihh-hih! Wid dohh-gs??” The pediatrician struggled to ask between hitching breaths as he grabbed a few tissues from off of the counter with one hand and pinched his nostrils closed with his other hand.

“Yeah, so what if I did?” Draco fired back, defensively as if the stray dog were under attack by the evil pediatrician. The gentleman only blew his nose in return, shaking his head from how intense the tickle was becoming. He instantly shuffled backwards after he blew into the handful of tissues for a second time, foolishly trying to expel the irritant as quickly as possible, only to rattle the irritant around and get hit with the full force of the tickling sensation. He coughed and fanned at the air as if doing so would remove the irritant that forced his nostrils to instantly tremble in aggravation. He could feel his body rejecting the irritant fiercely as his eyelids instantly slammed shut once again and his chest visibly bounced from the rapid, overwhelming breaths his body felt were necessary to take between each desperate sneeze he lazily caught in the handful of tissues. The sudden irritant caught both him and his body off guard as it physically tried to process what the devil Draco had brought into his presence.

“D-Dr-a’KSh!Ihktsh!! Huh’kSsh!! I-Ihssh’uehh-hih! HihH’ksh’u!!… I-Ih-hhehh-HH…” Reuben barely squinted his eyes open to share a struggling glare with Draco, trying his hardest to speak but failed miserably, getting lost in his own sea of rapid hitches. The strength of the irritant forced the pediatrician to instantly jerk forwards into the damp handful of tissues with rapid, itchy explosions.

“Hihktsh! Kshnt! IhKTSH-tsshIISsh! AlleH-Hh’Issh…! T-tIDSh’ue!! Hehh…D-dohhgs-s Hhgh-ihkssh’u! hHAH-ESsh’uekgshu! IH’KGshIEw!! Iksshu! Kgshu-IKGSshu!” The gentleman's body trembled with each sneeze as he struggled to take in a breath of air. He had foolishly tried to speak in-between the fit in vain as he had cut himself off with the rapid, tumbling sneezes.

The rugged man gives Reuben a questioning glare as he released four more tired sneezes in-between desperate nose blows and irritated coughs into his handful of tissues. He didn't know that Reuben had a dog allergy; He also hadn't played with the canine for that long either, so he was confused as to why Reuben was having such a reaction.

"I'm a-allerhh-hih... Hahh...! Ihktsh!! Hheh'kssh-ISshu! 'EDSh'ue!! Ekgsh!! IsshShishh! IGSSch'uh! Hahh... Allergigk do dogs." He congestedly tried to explain again through disruptive hitches.

Draco could see the pediatrician's pink tipped nose still twitching from the irritant lingering about as he dabbed away the allergic tears that started rolling down his cheeks with the side of his hand. He gave a sly smirk to himself, finding a hint of pleasure in seeing the arrogant pediatrician looking so vulnerable. It was nice to see Reuben knocked off of his high horse for a bit.

"Well in that case, I want a dog." Draco humored to the pediatrician as he watched him still trying to catch his unsteady breath.

"Hah’KGshn! Ihgsh! Kgsch! H-how consihhderate o-of... Ih-Kgsshn! Hh-huh... youhh." His speech was still shaky and broken from the faint hitches riddled between his words. He blows his nose once again in an attempt to blow out the irritant that had entered his nostrils, but it does nothing but dampen the tissues further in his hand.

The gentleman irritably tells Draco to finish putting away the groceries and to throw his clothes into the washer as he left the room to take some allergy medicine, already beginning to feel miserable. He also couldn’t help but give a little chuckle to himself, finding the whole situation to be quite humorous. He only wondered how bad it would be if Reuben were to actually encounter a dog in person.

The hot shower that Draco had been waiting for all day finally came and went, leaving him with a strong feeling of relief and relaxation. It felt like ten pounds had been lifted off of his shoulders, seeing how he still felt disgusting from that irritating encounter at the store. Reuben seemed to be feeling better as well, since he had stopped sneezing when he got out of the shower. He had to admit: The Christmas vibes were definitely present from both the nicely decorated Christmas tree and all of the decorations Reuben had been putting up all over the house. It was his first Christmas with the pediatrician, and it felt like it was going to be a great one at that.

December 24th

The loud clank of a pan serves as a rude awakening for the rugged man as he flinched awake from the couch. He tries to open his eyes but instantly slams them shut with a heavy wince from the blinding living room lights. A few light coughs escape from his grasp as he sluggishly wiped the sleep from his eyes. He felt groggy today. Groggier than usual. He releases a sluggish snuffle in an attempt to clear the wall of congestion that must’ve built up overnight.

“Evening, Draco.” The lanky gentleman greeted from the kitchen, adding water to a pot before placing it on the stove top. “A pleasure to see you awake. I surely thought you were going to sleep the entire day away.” The rugged man remained silent as he blindly reached for his flask from off of the coffee table and instantly began consuming the alcoholic beverage, only to choke on the burn in his throat. That was strange. He thought that he was used to the burn of a little Whiskey. “How many times have I told you to stop drinking in the morning?” The rugged man winces, trying to clear his throat of the itch and now faint burn from the alcohol.

“Mornin’ to you too, asshole.” He muttered dismissively, hearing his own voice sound a little scratchier than usual. “HhUh-TDZSSH...!! EHh’GTSZSHh’UHH!! GOD--!! Damnit!!” He barely catches the first loud sneeze into the cup of his hand, almost spilling his flask from the force of the second loud sneeze that shakes his entire core. He yells a swear, feeling the most torturous burn scrape his raw throat from the loud morning sneezes.

“Ah. Lovely.” The sarcastic tone from the gentleman earned a pained chuckle out of Draco as he struggled to choke down another swig from his flask. “I’m expecting company over soon. I’d recommend getting dressed and presentable.”

“Dressed and ‘presentable’? Screw off.” Reuben only sighed in return, not in the mood to put up with Draco’s shenanigans. A mild yawn escapes his lips as he glares at the clock resting on the stand. “3:30pm? Shit.” He mumbled as he rubbed a hand across his face in an attempt to wipe the sleep away as he got up to join the pediatrician in the kitchen. There were a lot of different foods scattered across all of the kitchen countertops with other food items cooking on the stove as well, and he was sure that he saw something baking in the oven. “Why the hell are you makin’ so much food?” Reuben abruptly stopped cutting the vegetables on the cutting board and sat his knife down in order to share a confused glare at Draco.

“Draco, my family is coming over for the Holidays, remember?” His heart instantly sank after hearing those words. He had forgotten about Reuben’s family coming to visit. He dreaded this day as well because it was going to be the most awkward day of his life, which was probably the reason he had forgotten about it in the first place. “You do remember, don’t you?”

“HhUH-EGTSsh!! Y-yeah, sure. When are dhey cobin’ a-adywayhh? IH’TIZSSCH'ugh!! Shidt.” He asked between the forceful sneezes, dismissively trying to hide the fact that he truly had forgotten about his parents coming over. The gentleman raises a concerned brow at the second pair of harsh sneezes and gives the rugged man a quick gloss-over.

“My blessings. Are you feeling well, Draco?” The pediatrician doesn’t hesitate to shove a cool palm underneath the man’s disheveled bangs and atop his clammy forehead out of his routine pediatric habit. “You look exhausted. Then again, when don’t you look exhausted?” Draco flinches and knocks away Reuben’s hand in return, before taking another swig from his flask.

“’M fine. Your snooty parents must be talking about me already.” He humored, but not really. He didn’t want to offend the gentleman, but they both knew it was obvious. Reuben brushed off his comment, not disputing it either, seeing how Draco could’ve been right. His parents were a bit snobbish and he wouldn’t be surprised if they actually were talking about him right now.

“We agreed on 4pm, but knowing my family they’ll probably be knocking on the door any minute now. That is why I’d strongly advise getting dressed.” The rugged man leaned against the countertop in silence for a moment, trying to find at least someway to get out of this pickle he was forced into.

“Why the hell do I gotta act all nice and prissy just to impress your damn parents? It ain’t like we gettin’ married.” He irritably muttered into his opened flask, dreading the evening he had to prepare for. The pediatrician took a moment to compose himself, trying not to let the stress of the day wash over him and cause him to say or do something he didn’t intend to.

“Draco, can you please just wash up and get dressed? Don’t make this difficult. You can leave for the bar right after, I don’t care, just don’t embarrass me, please?” Draco gave the man a questioning look. He hadn’t heard the pediatrician ask him to do something in this pleading tone ever. It was... different. A bit concerning.

“Whatever...” He grumbled, silently slipping out of the kitchen and leaving the pediatrician to continue cooking the feast in kitchen.

He had to admit that he was a little nervous about meeting Reuben’s family. If his family was as arrogant and uptight just like he was, it was going to be a long evening. Especially if Reuben was acting this way about his parents, something was definitely going to go down. He did seem like the type to have parents with high expectations and standards, which Draco knew that he wasn’t qualified for. Even though Reuben was how he was, he didn’t want to leave a bad impression on his family, but he couldn’t make any promises either. He knew that he was going to have to prepare himself to probably listen to his parent’s brag about how much money they make and how proud they are to have a Pediatrician as a son. He released a long sigh as he collected a some-what clean outfit, completely ignoring the pressed suit and tie that Reuben picked out for him, and headed into the bathroom.

***

Draco took his time in the shower, not wanting to leave the bathroom at all and face a room of strangers. He already started to feel slightly worse from when he had woken up, seeing how his nose had begun to leak and itch more profoundly and his throat was really becoming agitated. He could already hear a few unfamiliar voices carrying into the restroom that made him uneasy. He was a complete stranger getting dumped into a family meet and greet. He knew that he would feel out of place and like he didn’t belong but there was no way to escape. All of his guests had already arrived and were chatting up a storm in the other room. He could make out Lirin’s high pitched voice, which gave him at least a little bit of comfort, but the other few voices made him release a tense sigh. This was going to be weird, but it was better to hurry up and get this over with now.

Draco slowly opened the bathroom door, deciding that it was time to leave the steamy bathroom so that the stuffy, warm air could stop making his nose leak so damn much. He carefully peered down the hallway, instantly being greeted by unfamiliar faces. There was a man with brown hair and glasses in a dark suit, looking like an older version of Reuben just with stubbles on his chin that was having a conversation with a mature woman, looking young for her age, with long, luscious brown hair; They looked like they had professions related in business or sales.

“Speak of the devil, that must be the man of the hour! My son here’s been tellin’ me all about ya!” The man in the suit said with open arms as Draco approached the group. He instantly pulled the rugged man in for a tight hug that took the breath away from him and caused him to cough over the man’s shoulder. “Don’t be shy! We’re all family here.” After a brief moment, he finally let go and gave Draco a good look over. “You look well! Seems like you’ve made yourself right at home.” The rugged man remained silent, unsure of how to respond to the sudden change of tone from his last sentence.

“Oh, don’t mind him, honey.” The woman said as she straightened up Draco’s shirt. “Donovan’s always been such a hard-ass to all of Reuben’s new friends, haven’t you, Donny?” She said, abruptly giving Donovan a death glare. “My name’s Colette.” Before he could even reply to the woman, Donovan stepped closer to Draco with judging eyes.

“I just don’t want my son to have any bad influences or distractions. You know how it is.” Draco took an uncomfortable step backwards, feeling the tense atmosphere weighing on his shoulders. He already felt like he was being pulled in both directions from both parents. The rugged man froze, feeling like the dark glare from Reuben’s father was judging his every move and action. He curses internally, feeling his nose start to run again, knowing that he can’t do anything about it at this moment.

“Dad I’ve told you countless times, he’s not a distraction. I’ve been doing just fine even with him here.” Reuben said through an irritated sigh as he stressfully massaged the bridge of his nose. Donovan instantly approaches Reuben with a stern voice, clearly not fond of the entire situation. It seemed like none of his words were getting through to him.

“Mmm. And just how long does this Draco plan on staying here?” The rugged man forcefully took this opportunity to turn around and grab a few tissues and wipe his nose, before the leakage had the chance to become visible. A hint of relief crosses over him as he quietly blew into the tissues. It was a soft enough blow to the point where it didn’t draw any attention away from the conversation.

“Ease up, darling. It’s Christmas. We came down here to enjoy the holiday with our son and niece. Besides, Draco looks like a responsible young man. If our son says he’s fine with him being here, leave it at that.”

“Yeah, Draco is SUCH a RESPONSIBLE young man.” Lirin childishly chimed in, hugging Reuben loosely from his side. “You should see how RESPONSIBLE he is when he’s drunk.” She smirked. Draco bit his tongue, trying his best to catch himself from saying an angry remark. Just hearing her sarcasm made him clench his teeth.

“Is that so…?” The voice of a clearly intrigued and curious woman fills the room as Sicily enters the house and locks the door behind her. “We’ll have to grab a drink later.” She flashes Draco a charming wink that makes him instantly look away.

"Sicily, darling! We thought you wouldn't be able to make it! What a pleasant surprise!" Colette exclaims in surprise as she embraces the woman. “Is that alcohol I smell on your breath?”

"Mom, relax. What are you, a police officer? It’s Christmas!” Sicily’s entrance cuts through the tense atmosphere as she gives Donovan, Reuben and Lirin a hug in greeting. “Anywho, don’t be shy now, Draco, was it?” She gave the rugged man a playful nudge in his side as she pulled him over onto the couch. Draco doesn't fight her as he allows himself to be forced down onto the couch, feeling both relieved that he got snatched away from the demonic man, but also, dare he say 'happy' to see Sicily for a second time. "Some parents, huh?" She says after observing Draco's facial expressions. "I know. Dad can be quite the handful. Just make sure mom doesn't get a hold of any wine, or that could be a real shit-show." She giggled to herself as she kicked off her boots. “Last year, mom had a liiiiittle too much of the holiday nog and almost broke all of my drinking glasses. Wanna know how? She was throwing them at pops for losing 10 grand in one of his stock investments.” Another, louder giggle erupts from Sicily, earning a darted glare from Donovan towards Draco.

“Um, excuse me everyone. Dinner is almost ready, so if you all could please relocate to the dining room…” Reuben muttered, placing the dinner rolls on the table.”

***

“Honey, this looks delicious!” Colette exclaims, looking at all of the food Reuben had prepared. It did look delicious. How one man could make so many different dishes all by himself beat Draco. He did a really nice job with everything, but of course, he wasn’t going to tell Reuben that.

“Let’s dig in!!” Lirin exclaimed before instantly chowing down on her over-piled plate. She was the first to make her plate before anyone else cold even touch the food.

There were so many silverware and differently sized plates on the table and it made Draco squirm internally. It felt like he was being setup. He and Reuben both knew that he didn’t have any knowledge about dining etiquette, or any etiquette in general. Hell- he doesn’t even know the name of anything that’s on his plate! He’s sure that everything on the dining table was fancy and had a L or Lu in front of it. He wouldn’t be surprised if Reuben’s family called their glasses of water: L’agua.

The rugged man watched as all of the family members delicately picked up their proper utensils and began to elegantly cut and eat the food on their plates. It was like he was in the realm of gods and goddesses and he was the only human in sight, attempting to mimic their custom. Even Lirin somehow managed to mask her gluttony. It was hard to even think about eating, seeing how he could barely survive the coldhearted looks that Donovan was darting his way. He could tell that he was subtly watching him, waiting to see which utensil he would pick up first and judge him if he grabbed at the wrong one.

“Aren’t you going to eat, Draco?” Reuben’s mom gave him a concerned look as she noticed he hadn’t touched his plate. “Your food will get cold soon. It really is good, I promise!”

"Mom? Please." She whispered, feeling insulted. "Hey Draco, wanna blow this joint and go get some drinks? Lirin tells me you're a real drinker."

“I thought you’d never ask…” He replied with a nervous laugh, giving Reuben almost a puppy dog look of ‘please let me leave, this is my only escape.’ His parents tried to talk them out of it, but of course, Draco can’t be talked out of consuming alcohol.

***

The music being played from the piano at the back of the bar rang blissfully in their ears as they entered the bar. It wasn’t too crowded, surprisingly. A soft aroma of alcohol filled the air as the two slowly approached the counter. There was a nice Christmas tree set up near the piano that lit up the room, with a male bartender wiping out a glass behind the counter.

“How can I help you?” The man said as he tossed the towel onto his shoulder and sat the glass down onto the rack.

“Let me get two shots of Bourbon for me and my friend here please.” Sicily ordered as she took a seat on the bar stool. The bartender nodded in understanding as he grabbed a bottle and started pouring the alcohol. Draco hesitantly sat down in the stool beside the woman, still tense and a bit uncomfortable with going into a bar with the pediatrician’s sister. “Relax, I just want to loosen up and have a couple of drinks with you.” She muttered, pulling out a cigarette from the paper carton and resting it on her rose red lips. She shared a short glance with Draco before it was awkwardly broken by the rugged man pretending to clear his throat.

As the night went on, the fuzzier his head was beginning to feel. He had only had 5 shots and he could already feel himself starting to get a little more than tipsy. It was weird; Usually he could down more shots than this without feeling a buzz this early on. He could hardly think, let alone keep up with what Sicily was saying, not like what she was saying mattered, anyway. Draco was sure that she was one shot away from being completely plastered, seeing how her cheeks were flushed and her words were so slurred that it was a challenge to understand a word coming from her.

“It’s nice to let lose every once in a while, and take a break from all this classy shit.” She says, hoping to break the tension while allowing a long sigh to escape from her lips, causing a stream of gray smoke to bounce off of the counter-top and disperse into the air.

"You're tellin' me..." Draco muttered, grabbing the shot glass from the bartender and immediately scarfing it down like it were a dose a vicodine. "I could barely manage back there."

"Yeah..." Sicily distantly mutters, glaring down at the shot glass in her hand for a moment before irritably scarfing it down as well with haste.

“HhH’EGJISCH…!! ‘EGSSCHIUH!!” The rugged man dove forwards over the counter, holding his glass of whiskey away from him in vain so that hopefully it didn’t spill when he jerked forward with both of his itchy explosions. “O-oh shit! *hic*” He yelled with a breathy chuckle, finding humor from both Sicily’s laughter and the discovery of a small splash of alcohol that had spilled onto the counter from his glass. Sicily had toppled over onto the drunk man’s chest in laughter, struggling to breathe from how hard she was laughing. Draco’s own laughter abruptly stopped as the burning in his nostrils was still intense and flaring about.

“HhUH…!!” He sloppily leaned backwards with a deep inhale, barely able to stay upright from the weight of Sicily leaned so close up against him. He can feel his nostrils trembling in irritation from the burning as he slams his eyelids shut and dipped forwards again, slamming his glass onto the counter-top.

“Hhih…! Hhg’TIZSSCH’uhh! *hic* h-HUhgDzZSSCH’uhgg!!” His reflexes aren’t in tune from the alcoholic fuzziness as he is slow in turning his head away from the drunk woman. The first sneeze flies over Sicily’s head and lands on the counter-top, but he is able to partially turn his head over to the right and aim the second slurred mess of a sneeze towards the ground. Sicily shrieks in surprise from the two loud sneezes, feeling his chest tense up and shove her forwards, but she instantly smothered her chuckles into her hands as she pulled away from Draco and took a sip of alcohol from her shot glass. The rugged man brings up a sluggish, curled knuckle to lazily wipe underneath his faintly twitching nostrils, only to feel how moist and leaky they had been.

“Sh-shidt… Hheh…” He tries to cup his hand in order to lazily cover the disgusting mess on the lower half of his face, but before he can even ask for a tissue, his chest inflates quickly, forcing him to lean back once more with a disturbed grimace on his face. “

Sicily sloppily reaches into her purse, fumbling over herself as she takes out her handkerchief and shoves it into his cupped hand.

“Pineapple!” Sicily yelled abruptly, before he could even finish the oncoming sneeze.

“HhUHh’G-ghhn…?” The forceful hitch is instantly interrupted as his fuzzy and sluggish brain tried to wrap his mind around the randomness of the word pineapple. He sat there for a moment, confused, still waiting for the impending sneeze but the tingling in his sinuses had slightly died down to a quieter itch at the back of his nose.

“Ahh YEP, works everytimee.” She tiredly mused, downing her last shot of whiskey. Two hiccups escaped from her mouth once she downed her last shot and she giggled to herself before she flipped the shot glass upside down onto the counter.

“I use’to do thaht with Reuben when he’ws younger. That boy hadth’ most sensitive nose I’d ever seen. Once he start’d sneezin’ there was no goin’ back. ‘less you yell ‘pineapple!’ a’the right time. That’ll do it.” She muttered, fighting the effects of the alcohol that were trying to make her pass out on the counter-top.

"Hey... I wann' tell you somethin' an... An' you bettnot l-laugh..." The rugged man rubbed his face, feeling his mouth and tongue gradually becoming numb. It was definitely weird. He was feeling a lot of things tonight, both good and bad. He looked at Sicily with tired eyes, watching her back rise and sink with each breath she took as she rested on the counter with her head faced down in her arms. She grunted softly, as if signaling to Draco that she was still listening. "I... I r-really like you, you know tha?"

"Oh, that's nice. Me too." She muttered, giggling softly in her folded arms. At that moment, Draco's heart flew out of his chest as he struggled to sit upright.

"I'll have the ramen too. No eggs..." She weakly reached out to grab Draco's arm and shook it gently, "Please no eggs. I don't want eggs." He sighed and rolled his eyes, realizing that Sicily must've been talking in her sleep.

December 25th

“Hhg’tdsszhh! ‘Egsschh!!” The two tired sneezes were lazily stifled and released into the air as he shuffled around covered in his soft blanket in which he wore like an oversized jacket. He gently scrunches his nose around, feeling the tickle remaining at the same strength. He was lifelessly lying on the couch, too fatigued to do anything. Too exhausted to even sniff away the wetness leaking from his sore nostrils. What was the point? He had been sniffling and snuffling all night; every time he sneezed, the wetness quickly returned anyway. He was so congested to the point where it sounded like he was inhaling pudding every time he took a breath. The room was still dark, besides the random flashing lights of the elegant Christmas tree in the corner of the room. He audibly winced from the pressure pounding in his head with the pulsing of his veins. Drinking alcohol all day probably wasn't the best call, he had to admit. He felt so worn out and tired but he couldn't fall asleep; Not even the word Christmas could bring his spirits up. He snuffled lightly, too exhausted to even sniffle as hard as he needed to. His body tensed up reflexively as a shiver crept down his spine, forcing his body to quiver every once in a while. Blankets. N-need more blankets. A-and huhh-

“Draco…? Are you up?” The soft, sleepy and tender voice of Sicily cuts through his suffering as he can just barely see a thin figure slowly approaching from down the hall. She slowly made her way over to the couch and noticed the poor, sickly body lying there in pain. Her sleepy expression changes instantly to concerned when she observes the sick body closely. “Draco, you look horrible!” She exclaimed in an intense whisper, not trying to wake up the sleeping pediatrician. She held his clammy cheeks and frowned, giving them a smooth rub with her thumb to clear the sweat away. “You’re boiling! And-- Oh...”

"Ehh'hoOo! Hh-hih- HIH'gdzssh!" He can feel his cheeks start to blush a light pink as he barely realizes that he had sneezed on Sicily's neck and chest; He wanted to pull away but he was too exhausted and fever struck to do anything.

“HEH'Ssgk! ’M-m alrigh’. ‘ll jus’… Jus’ do the sleep. EEH'HooOgk! Hih'gSHUHhgk!Tiredhh…” He muttered, finding it complicated to compose the proper sentences and to communicate in general. At this point, he had partially given up stifling, forcing his sneezes to sound like a mixture of a cough and a mild yell. Sicily gave him a worried look, finding it odd to see a person so delusional and out if sorts. She was too worried to feel disgusted.

“Hey, Draco! Wake up! I ne...ed you t.. sta... Awa... Ke..!"

Draco wasn’t sure what dimension he had stumbled upon, but he couldn't hear or see Sicily anymore; He felt like he was asleep but at the same time, he wasn’t sure if he was. The blackness around him began to swirl into a spiral as if he were entering a portal, and before he could comprehend what was happening, he was back home in his old house. All the lights were off in the house but the single overhead kitchen light, which severed as a homing beacon to the rugged man. There was a tall, slender woman that stood hovering over the stove, humming an all too familiar tune.

“Mm?” The woman slowly turned around to face the rugged man as if she were moving through molasses. The crimson locks resting beneath her shoulders dangled behind her back as she gave him a pained smile. “Just in time for dinner. Have a seat.” The bags underneath her eyes were complimented with a subtle dark circle, indicating that she had been overly exhausted and worn out for days on end. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

“N-no, I...” Something isn’t right. Before he could do anything, the creaking of the front door catches his attention.

“M-mom...?” His words came out sluggish and muffled, as if he were moving in a time warp. With each hesitant step he took, the world around him blurred and swashed around, colors blending and smothering each other like dye on cake batter. The single word that he spoke seemed to echo for ages and bounce off of the walls and floors with a weird reverb like they were in a mutated cave.

“You heard your mother, boy.” A dark tone from behind brings a boil to the blood flowing throughout Draco’s veins. He knew that voice all too well. “Sit like a good dog.”

“You...” He clenches his fists, feeling all of his uncontrollable anger rising to the surface.

“Draco. Draco, get up! Draco--!?” He could barely hear the screams of his mother behind him as he was too busy dashing towards the figment of his father with a bawled fist, ready for a solid punch.

“I’LL KILL YOU!! YOU FUCKING MONSTER!!!” His own battle cries begin to drown out the loud crackling of the now roaring fire engulfing the walls and flooring. The dark, bulky body in front of him kept a cool smirk on his face, even in the given situation, which angered the rugged man and the fire even more.

“Draco, stop it!! Draco--!!!” The fear-filled screams from his mother began to cut in and out, almost mutating into the worried screams of the pediatrician.“Draco!!! Stop! Wake up! Blast--, he’s not responding!” Reuben yelled as he was holding on to Draco’s arms.

“We need to get him into some cold water, NOW! Start the bath!” Sicily nodded and darted for the bathroom, immediately starting to fill the tub with the coldest water she could. "Draco, you're hallucinating! WAKE UP, DAMN IT!" There was a slight shakiness to Reuben's voice as he struggled to pin the rugged man down. He had been in situations like this before and seen it plenty of times, but something about seeing Draco in such a broken state filled the pediatrician with more than just a little worry.

“I-I’ll fucking--... Kill you... I swear it...” The rugged man exhaustedly muttered, trying to punch the air but failing, since Reuben was holding him down in place.

"Reuben, the tubs halfway full!" Sicily yelled from the bathroom. The pediatrician signals for her to come and help him drag the sick corpse into the bathroom, in which she doesn't hesitate to do.

He was a tall, heavy and sickly thing. It took them a while to get him off of the couch with him fighting the two while weakly kicking and punching at the air as if doing so would hurt his invisible enemy. You could imagine how tough it was for them to force him into the bathroom, let alone the freezing bathtub.

"Help me get his shirt and jeans off..." Reuben muttered to his sister as he forced the rugged man to sit down on the toilet lid.

"W-whahd are yhou d-doig, pervert?!" Draco yelled, eyes sluggishly tracing the room and barely staying open. "G-Gedhh... HEH'Gdzsshiew!" The sneeze sprays the pediatrician’s pajama shirt as he temporarily flinches in disgust, but he doesn't let it bother him. He's in pure focus mode, as a trained pediatrician should be. "EHHgtsshnk!! Thad's whad you ged, b-bast.. bah.. heh-"

"Don't mind him, Sicily. He'll be fine." He says, noting Sicily watching with an expression on her face that he couldn’t read, but mainly to himself to give him some sort of relief while dealing with the given situation. He bites his lip, having mixed feelings about the situation. "L-Let's get him into the tub." The two nearly shove the rugged man into the cold pool of water, causing a lot of it to be spilled onto the bathroom floor. It only takes a second of being in the freezing water for him to snap out of it and realize where he was. Reuben sighs, feeling his heart nearly beating out of its chest. He had never seen Draco in such a state before in his life, and it worried him more than any patient he ever had. “Could you use this cup and pour some cold water over him?” He says, handing Sicily the small cup. “We still need to cool his body temperature down before he overheats. I need to go ge… some water. T-towels…” Before Sicily can even say anything, Reuben darted out of the room and closed the door behind him. She knew exactly what that meant.

“I need to ge… some water. T-towels…”

She heard him repeat it in her head. The tone in his voice when he said it. The strain and slight shake towards the ending. The pause in between and after. She gripped the cup tighter in slight anger. Two loud coughs from the rugged man jolt Sicily out of her own thoughts and redirect her attention. She can’t help but give the rugged man a good gloss over. He was visibly shivering in place, causing little ripples to bang against to tub walls. He looked like a dead corpse that still managed to breathe in her eyes. His red nose didn’t even attempt to hold back the sickly fluids that dripped down onto his chin and bare chest. He was too cold and out of it to care or do anything about it. She could see a tinge of black starting to linger underneath his eyes and his cheeks looked like pieces of cotton candy against his ghostly pale skin. She dipped the cup in the water on his side until it was submerged in the water and poured it over his head. He didn’t even flinch. He was probably too dazed to even feel the cold water, she thought to herself.

“… ‘ts c-cold m-mom-mm…” He barely mutters through chattering teeth, slowly closing his eyes and leaning back into the tub. Sicily immediately drops the cup and grabs the rugged man before his back can fully sink into the tub.

“Draco! Hey-hey, you have to sit up! Look at me!” She says, voice sounding strained from pushing the rugged man forward to sit upright. Draco doesn’t respond, allowing his body to fully go limp into Sicily’s arms. Sicily grunts, barely being able to keep Draco above the water from her current position. She hunches over the bathtub, trying to find the right position to comfortably hold Draco upright, but falls forward into the cold water on top of him. She releases a heavy exhale from the abrupt submersion in cold water and immediately pulls Draco’s upper half out of the water and into her chest as if he were hugging her. The rugged man takes in an immediate deep gasp and releases a handful of wet coughs over her shoulder, shivering like a madman. The woman gives a soft smile to herself, feeling the grown mans body tremble underneath her arms. She allows her fingers to rest on his clammy back, enjoying the feeling of his body up against hers so tight and closely. She closes her eyes, feeling warm from both Draco’s body and the happiness and comfort of Draco’s embrace. It felt as if time stood still for ages as the two leaned up against each other in the tub. Draco’s body had calmed down from the event, besides the constant sniffles, and they just sat there together. Holding each other.

“S-Sicily…” Draco’s faint whisper barely cut through the thin silence.

“It’s me, Draco.” She whispered back softly, still resting her head atop of Draco’s shoulder and hugging him. The rugged man slowly pulled away and nuzzled their foreheads together. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the company of the rugged man. She moaned softly, feeling the warmth from his forehead rub against hers. The warmth from his fever radiated off of his face against her skin, summoning a faint smirk to cross her lips. She can feel her heart race a little from the shift in the room as she feels a cold hand rake through the side of her hair. She flinches as the cold water from his hand drip down her left side. His hot breath comforts her as she smells a hint of Marlboro and leftover booze beam closer. She can feel his shaky breaths get stronger and closer as his warm lips come in contact with hers. He gives her a long peck on her soft lips, allowing her body language to convey to him if he should stop or proceed. She gasps internally, half knowing what was happening and half not. She doesn’t fight it though, and brings up a hand to trace a line down his chest as he pulls her closer and gives her two more deep kisses. He can’t help but moan as she gently pushes his head closer to hers. It was a very intimate moment, that’s for sure. If Draco had any questions, they had all been answered right now.

He slowly pulls away and nuzzles her forehead again, allowing them both to catch their breath. Sicily’s eyes were locked onto his as she seductively licked her lips, signaling that she was ready for more. He swallows down a cough as she leans up against his chest again, but this time, pushing him back and forcing him to lay his back against the curve of the tub wall. Draco is caught off guard by this action and flinches, uncertain of what she was going to do next. He can feel his heart begin to race as she starts to give him kisses on the top half of his chest. Once she reaches his neck, she rests her body on his and starts to give him pecks all over his face. She reaches his nose and gives it two pecks, feeling her insides start to get all warm and excited.

Her adrenaline was rushing all over for many different reasons. She knew about Reuben. She knew about him being gay and she knew about his sneezing fetish. She knew he had the hots for Draco way before he himself probably did. She knew that something was off when he said he needed to get some water. He couldn’t handle Draco sneezing on him or him being practically naked in the bathtub. She herself didn’t have the fetish, but she was overly curious about what was so appealing about it. She couldn’t knock it until she tried it at least; she was already in the mood to get dirty with Draco. It did give her a rush knowing that she had the man Reuben had his eyes on. She was doing things to Draco that Reuben would probably never get to do. Draco sneezing on him was probably the closest thing he would ever get.

“S-Sicily I—… Hh…” He whispered weakly, closing his eyes and slowly lifting a hand to his face. She immediately grabs his wrist and shoves it back down into the water and holds his other hand hostage under the water as well.

“I know.” She says, watching his red, glistening nose twitch above her. Another peck from Sicily occurs on top of his nose. She can feel his chest rise with another weak inhale. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind. Just sneeze.” Draco snuffles twice, giving Sicily a confused glare.

“W-waih wah?” He says, trying to lift his hand again only to have Sicily press more weight down against it and prevent him from doing so.

“You heard me.” She reaches her head up to Draco’s, using her nose to lightly rub against the moist rims of his nose to try to coax out the sneeze before he can say anything else.

“B-but I ne—” Sicily shushes him and pecks him on the lips before continuing to rub his nose in different patterns and speeds. He produces two loud snuffles, sounding both thick and wet, which creates a spark in Sicily’s eye. “W-wa- HhiH… Hih! W-wahd are y-you HiHh…. Hh-doig??” He manages to say before tilting his head back against his will, involuntarily trying to escape from the induced tickling sensation on his already sensitive nose. She reaches up to follow him, giving a subtle giggle, enjoying the chase.

“Stop fighting me and just do it already.” She says as she can feel his chest practically jumping with each stuttered inhale. Cold, clear sick coats the tip of her nose as she feels his nostrils twitching up against it. She knew that it was building up in there to the point where his nose was crying and leaking sick tears for a release.

“HhuH! …. Hh-hUh! HhIH!” She tightens the grip on his wrists in anticipation, feeling slightly aroused by it all. It was like waiting for the inevitable. A devilish smile creases her lips as she watches the rugged man’s face grimace in torment. He snuffles thickly a few times in vain, as the sick just leaked immediately back down anyway; he just accepted the fate of not being able to use his hands. He felt awkward not being able to have the freedom to cover his mouth. He wanted to turn away from her but he knew that wasn’t what she wanted. He curses mentally, feeling a little embarrassed but more irritated with the pestering itch in his sinuses.

“HIH… HHIH…! HHG’TIZGSSSSCHK’ughh!” She slams her eyes shut and flinches hard, unprepared for the sudden cold spray of sickly fluids. She wasn’t sure what position she was supposed to be in for the actual sneeze. She was too intrigued by the satisfaction of him suffering with his nose to think that far ahead. But this was something… new. “H-HUhgDzZSSSGCCH’kguhgg!! ‘HEEHGSSZCHH’uhh!!!” The second batch of mist sprays her face and she can feel glops of sick make contact with her face and chest that start to slowly drip down. At first she’s disgusted, but she is oddly satisfied in a way. The third sneeze hits her back-to-back with a new batch of wetness, and by this point, she feels like she’s being rewarded for her good deeds. A subtle moan is released, more to herself as she realizes that she liked it more than she thought she would. “Eh… HehhgKSSZCHHh’kt!!” She squirms, feeling a rush when his body jerks underneath her from the harsh coughs that follow; the rattling coughs remind him of how much he feels like a pile of crap all over again. Sick was all over both of them and he knew it. It was hard not to hide all of it, especially since he didn’t have his hands to cover or wipe away at it, and his nose was practically drooling over her nose tickling his. There was bound to be a lost of discharge. He can feel his cheeks start to flush a dark red from embarrassment as he tries so hard to sniff everything away. All he wanted to do was get out of the bath and hide on the couch. “S-sorry.” He mutters between sniffles and nose twitches, feeling slightly guilty as he tried to clean himself up without his hands.

“Thanks.” She says, kissing his now sick coated lips and giving him a smile. “Now I know.” Draco pauses for a moment, surprised at what he was hearing. Was he still hallucinating from the fever?

“Huh..??” He says, overly congested, trying to clean himself up with the bath water now that his hands are free.

“Now I know that you are the one… And this secret stays between us.” She said with a final kiss before getting out of the tub. The whole time she dried herself and left the room, Draco was still sitting there dumbfounded, overly confused about everything. He didn’t know how to feel. He was happy that he pretty much made out with his newfound crush, but… What the hell just happened??? Was any of this real..? N-no… It couldn’t have been…

“… I need to go the fuck to sleep…” He muttered before sinking into the tub again

***

“Reuben, I don’t care! I wanna open gifts now!” A loud, high-pitched voice rings the ears of Draco and causes him to stir awake against his will. “We’ve waited long enough! It’ll be New Years if we wait for him to get up!”

The rugged man sluggishly cracked open an eyelid to be blinded by the Christmas lights from the tree and the fire in the fireplace. Someone must’ve moved me back onto the couch… What the fuck… Immediately he feels his nose start to run like a faucet as he tries to sit up on the couch. He grimaces when his body aches and finds it a challenge to even sit upright. He sniffles a few times, trying to stop the leakage but it does nothing but make the sick dance around in his nostrils before returning back to the same spot it was in before so he just gives up and lets it stay there, too fatigued to attempt to blow his nose or wipe it. His heart skips a beat as he notices Sicily lying on the floor right beside the couch.

“Look who’s awake!” The pediatrician says, relieved to see him up and at ‘em. “Did we wake you?” Draco only sniffles in return, feeling grumpy and too sick to respond. He just wanted it to end. And by it, he means everything. This damn cold, flu, whatever the hell that kid gave him, Christmas, this day, pretty much EVERYTHING. Just leave him alone. “You should go back to bed and get some rest if you still aren’t feeling that well, Draco.”

“I wahs tryig do before your loud ass woge be ubp!” He yelled congestedly, coughing into the blanket right after. He winces, feeling his entire body feeling sore; inside and out. It felt like his whole body would break if he coughed or sneezed again.

“Okay, okay! Everybody calm down.” Reuben says, looking more towards Lirin as she raised a fist to him. “Don’t get too riled up, Draco. Your body is still recovering.” The rugged man leans back into the couch feeling defeated and overtaken by pain. He just wanted someone to put him out of his misery.

“I… I deed sobe paid bedicinde.” He mumbles through wet sniffles, sounding clearly beat down and worn.

“I’ll get them.” Sicily says, stretching from the floor before Reuben can leave the room. He freezes for a second but then nods in acceptance for her to get the meds. She returns a moment later, with the bottle of NyQuil and pours him a cup.

“I deed like… dhree o’ dhose…” He mutters through a strained voice as he shots the cap of medicine down.

“You ‘deed’ to blow your nose.” She jokingly mocks, pouring him a second cap full of NyQuil and handing him some tissues. He snuffles dismissively and jokingly steals the cap, chugging it down and returning it back to her with a mumbled ‘fuck you’ under his breath. She giggles, feeling slightly relieved that the old Draco was starting to come back a little. Reuben distantly watches the two from the distance, feeling a little excluded and odd. He knew something was going on here, but he wasn’t sure.

The gurgling sound in the tissues grabs the attention of the entire room as Draco gives one good blow into the handful of tissues. One blow and that’s it. Fuck it. He was too tired and that single blow took the wind and force away from him. He weakly coughed a few times into the tissues and threw them onto the floor, immediately sinking back into the couch.

“Let’s do the fucking gifts so you assholes can get out and leave me the hell alone.” He mutters, voice barely audible.

***

The gift exchange was fun for the most part. Everyone was having a great time except for Draco of course. Everyone seemed happy with their gifts. Reuben bought him a brand-new motorcycle so that he didn’t have to Uber or wait for him to drive him around. Lirin bought him a book on tips for being sober. And Sicily went out and got him a new flask with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pack of Marlboros. One thing he could say was that this was the first Christmas that he had in a long while that actually felt homie. And it was the first Christmas that he had been too sick to participate in the festivities for.

“Alright Draco. Thanks for being apart of our Christmas and opening the gifts. We’ll get out and let you rest.” Reuben says, watching the NyQuil already start to take its’ toll.

Reuben and Lirin walk out of the room, leaving Sicily and Draco together again. She was sitting beside the rugged man on the right side of the couch. They sat together in a peaceful silence, besides Draco sniffling every couple of seconds. He didn’t mind her company. If anything, he was glad that she decided to stay.

“Alright, you’re tired. Time to go back to sleep.” Sicily says as she tries to get comfortable on the couch. “Come here.” She gently tugs on his arm for him to come closer to her on the couch. He exhaustedly obliges and nearly collapses into her chest, shifting around to get comfortable in her embrace. She blushes a little, feeling his head resting on her chest. Best Christmas gift ever, she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and raked her fingers through his damp hair, massaging his scalp as she tried to fall asleep wit the sick rugged man. She cracks an eye open as she feels the rugged man shift uncomfortably in her embrace and freeze before lightly jerking forwards twice, releasing two weak sneezes aimed at the floor.

“Hhuh’kgDTzsshn! Eh’Dsschkn!” The two weak sneezes take whatever energy he had left and he doesn’t even sniffle, feeling his entire body becoming too tired to do anything at the moment. He can only release a shaky exhale and collapse into Sicily’s embrace. She smiles, feeling overwhelmingly happy at the situation.

“Merry Christmas to me…” She happily mutters to herself before joining Draco in a long, well deserved sleep.

END.

Hopefully it was worth the wait LOL XD A lot is going on in this fic but I like’d working on it even though I had some intense writers blocks lol xD Like I said, I’m working on like 5 different fics all at the same time hahaha so hopefully I can post those because I been writing a lot, just not all on the same fic ahaha.

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warmau · 5 years

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kofi request: lovestruck!yukhei

yukhei strolls into the first eight am class of the semester with a huge grin plastered on his face

but that’s to be expected

he’s wong yukhei

when is he not smiling?

despite the rainy september weather, the gloom on every other students face, and the blaring white lights of the stuffy college classroom

yukhei looks like he’s just won a beach getaway as he slings an arm around a grumpy looking haechan and starry-eyed mark

“well - didn’t yall miss me?”

“hell yeah dude!”

mark grins and haechan buries his head into his hands - muttering something about how this is his freshman year and yukhei is already making his head hurt

yukhei takes it as a compliment as he teasingly leans over with puckered lips and haechan swats at him like an angry cat

the noise from their corner drowns out the awkward silence of the room as everyone waits for the professor to trudge in

they do, ten minutes late, a broken umbrella and all

yukhei cracks a joke about it and gets reminded that: “mr. wong this is college not high school. we don’t need a class clown.”

as usual, there’s a reading of the syllabus and mark takes notes excitedly as haechan doses off and yukhei surveys the room

he basically knows everyone aside from incoming freshmen, but he’s sure they’ll all be best friends by tomorrow

and then the door opens with a slam

all eyes turn to look upon you

you’re d r e n c h e d

still holding your backpack over your head like an impromptu and horrible alternative to an umbrella

your expression is far past disgruntled and the professor doesn’t even get a word in before you march past them and to the only empty seat

directly in front of yukhei

the professor recovers and continues to drone on as you start shuffling in your bag and groaning to yourself because the only notebook you brought got absolutely damaged by the weather

you have nothing to write on, you look like a mess, and you’re sure the overall vibe you’re giving off is far from friendly

but then, to your surprise, a piece of torn out paper dangels in front of your nose

you look over your shoulder and yukhei’s grin grows wider

“thought you might like to take some notes”

he coos and haechan opens on eye to watch you sort of laugh a little quietly as you take it

yukhei watches you turn back, almost in slow motion, the remaining drops of rain are disappearing on your skin and you might have looked offputting to everyone else

half pissed, half exhausted trudging to the seat

but to yukhei you looked - you looked -

he rests his cheek against his palm, the back of someone’s head has never enticed him so much until finally, the class is over

mark is bouncing up and down eager to see if yukhei’s schedule falls in line with his and haechan is making up some excuse as to why skipping on the first day can’t be that bad

but yukhei can’t hear or see anything else

as you turn, slipping your backpack over your shoulder as you catch eye contact with him for a mere five seconds

you smile

yukhei feels white noise fill his head

“thanks for this!”

you wave around the paper with your half-hearted notes and scribbles, walking out toward the door

and yukhei isn’t used to all these conflicting thoughts hitting him at once

what’s going on with me? am i sick? why’s my hea-

“dude, i totally forgot - that senior yuta is having a party and-”

mark’s voice snaps yukhei back into reality and he gets back in his groove

no worries, just positivity, no meddling worries or problems

except its a lie

from that day on,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yukhei is never the same

you only have one class together and it’s this horrible eight am

you’re late half the time, but yukhei is getting yelled at half the time

so really - you make a great pair

the thing is, no matter how easily yukhei has been able to connect with others

you’re different

everyone around yukhei is simple. haechan is hard to read, but loyal to a fault. mark can’t lie. xiaojun and hendery are funny just like him, but they’re also probably smarter. kun is dependable and the person to go to for anything. ten is one of yukhei’s favorites.

but you - what the hell are you?

you make yukhei’s throat clog up - his low pitch voice suddenly coming out in weird, mousy noises

you lean back and let your arms stretch up over your head during a boring lecture and

it’s like an earthquake shakes through yukhei’s long body - his neck feels hot whenever you tilt your head sideways and his eyes can’t peel off the skin of your neck

yukhei panics - and he never panics - when you ask simple things like ‘does anyone have a pen?’ or ‘did we have homework?’

yukhei can never answer - mark always does

and when mark starts joking with you after class one day, this i supposed to be prime yukhei territory - he’s supposed to join in with his own humor and have everyone laughing

but he jsut hangs back

because the thought of embarrassing himself in front of you is too much to bare

which is insane - yukhei is gracelessly shameless

haechan notices - like he always does - and asks yukhei finally as the midterms are coming up

“so like are you broken?”

“what?”

yukhei raises an eyebrow and mark bites back his lip, “haechan don’t tea-”

“nah like has no one else noticed?”

haechan looks between yukhei and mark and then sighs with a roll of his eyes

“yukhei you’re literally always smiling and talking and this is the one class where you haven’t said more than ten words since all the way back in septemeber.”

yukhei opens his mouth - not sure what kind of excuse he can even put forth on the table because haechan is right he’s ,,,,,,,,,, he’s a little broken and it’s because

“the midterms next week - right?”

your voice fills up yukhei’s head and sets his whole body back into overdrive

you sit in your seat, turning all the way around and yukhei thinks he’s going to stop breathing at some point

why is your sweater all baggy and cute, why are you pouting as mark explains that the study guide isn’t getting posted till a day before the actual damn test, and why oh why why why are you so -

haechan clicks his tongue

“yukhei will help you prepare for it if you want.”

yukhei whips his head around so fast it nearly swirls right off

mark is about to say he can help too - but haechan slaps a hand right over his mouth and gives you a grin

you agree, saying you’ll meet yukhei in the library after then

and yukhei doesn’t do anything but let his wide eyes watch you turn away

the library feels like it’s going to swallow yukhei hold

at least thirty people greet him as he walks in, but all he can offer is a small nod which leaves everyone confused

you get up from the table and wave your hand for him to come over and yukhei thinks

if i book it right now, will that be bad?

he might be nervous but he’s not rude, so he makes his way over

you already have some notes and the textbook out

yukhei manages to say some words - but he forgets them right after they slip out

and the whole hour you “study” together - yukhei is just sure he’s seeing pink spots in his eyes

cherubs in the bookshelves

cupid trying to aim the perfect shot from the wall clock above the librarian's desk

he keeps bouncing his leg as you talk and when the hour is up he shots out of his seat

“i - uh - soccer -”

soccer practice, say you have soccer practice!

“gotta- so-”

“yukhei”

his name sounds so sweet when you say it

“yukhei, hey - are you ok?”

yeah im ok, and you’re beautiful

“yukhei?!?”

he doesn’t realize he’s swaying dangerously close to toppling over and you grab his arm and get him out of the stuffy library and into the empty halls

he feels that embarrassment he dreads getting around you and wants to apologize or do something

until suddenly you’re saying something and yukhei is pretty sure he’s dreaming

“do you wanna go on a date after the midterms?”

“a date?”

yukhei straightens up

“wait - a date?!”

you nod

“yeah, im asking you out.”

“wait - wait - wh-what?”

“do you?”

“do i?”

“do you - yukhei - want to go on a date with me?”

“wasn’t this about the midterms-”

“yeah but do you -”

he shakes, half from excitement and half from anxiety

“is this a joke?”

“no - do you wanna go?”

“yes, fuck yes- i mean yes of course-”

you smile and yukhei remembers the smile you gave him back on that first day you walked in

covered in rain, a scowl on your face, arms crossed as you threw yourself into the chair

and then - how soft you’d become when he’d handed you a flimsy piece of paper

and how you looked - you looked so - you looked like the soulmate of his dreams

“wh-why did you decide to ask me out -?”

he asks as the high of the moment doesn’t leave his mushy brain completely unfunctioning

you take his hand and yukhei short circuits but keeps it together

“haechan told me you were broken and he told me it was kinda my fault.”

you giggle and yukhei short circuits again, this time letting it show with the goofy way his smile turns up

even though he finds haechan later, giving him a noggie and telling him to never pull a stunt like that again

in the moment yukhei can only thank haechan over and over

as you swing your hands a little and you make a joke about how maybe a date will make him un-broken

but yukhei doesn’t think so - he thinks rather than broken,,,,,,,, he’s more like lovestruck

and the more you keep smiling at him like that, the more lovestruck he’s gonna keep getting

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holyfuckthisfishcandrive · 4 years

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Fighting and Home

First, Previous, Ao3

Word count: 1902

Warnings: Horrible parenting, smoking mention, fighting, yelling

Roman pressed his pillow over his ears. It muffled the screams but they were still too loud.

Dad yelled something, Remus yelled back, Ma cut in with her voice shrill.

"Give up," Roman whispered, holding back tears. "Stop arguing with them."

Remus couldn't hear him. Nobody could hear him. They wouldn't have listened anyway.

Roman's breath hitched.

How pathetic of him.

He should be used to this by now. He had even expected it the moment Remus had bought the stupid cigarettes.

How could he hope to be a hero one day when he couldn't even handle his own parents and brother fighting?

Part of him wanted to go over to Patton's house. Ma and Dad wouldn't care if either of them were at dinner after a fight this bad, so it would probably go unnoticed and Patton had told them that they could always come to him if they wanted to.

But for that, he'd have to get past Dad and Ma.

He'd have to get himself moving at all and get out of the false safety of his blanket cocoon.

He couldn't do it.

But maybe he could text him?

Roman peaked out from under his blanket. His phone was just a few inches away from him.

He removed his hand from the pillow over his ear and the yelling downstairs got louder.

Roman winced and opened his phone to find Patton's contact.

Their last text conversation had been about body armour because Patton had agreed to let them go out by his side soon, as long as they retreated as soon as he told them to.

Roman: Hi

A loud scream made him jump and he almost dropped his phone. Footsteps stomped up the stairs loudly and Remus' door slammed shut.

Patton: Hi, kiddo

How are you?

Roman nervously licked his lips. Downstairs Ma was still yelling at Dad. He had probably tried to blame her for Remus smoking.

Roman: Not really

Patton: What's wrong?

Roman: Another fight

Wasn't involved but it's loud

Patton: What happened?

He hesitated for a moment before replying.

Roman: Remus started smoking

For a few moments he didn't get a response, the 'typing' symbol appearing and disappearing a few times before remaining gone for a few minutes.

Patton: Sorry, Remus just texted me

Do you two want to come over and have tea?

Roman most definitely wanted that.

The question was if he could.

He listened for sounds downstairs. Ma was still yelling. A door, probably the front door, slammed shut and she screeched in frustrating before stomping up the stairs and slamming the door of her bedroom behind herself.

Roman: Ok

Slowly he managed to stand up, terrified of every small creak of the floorboards under his feet.

He snuck over to Remus' room and knocked with his palm to make it quieter.

Remus opened a moment later. He had cried.

Roman nodded his head towards the stairs and in the vague direction of the front door.

Remus hesitated then nodded.

They snuck downstairs and Roman kept glancing over his shoulder. It didn't help with the persistent feeling that Ma would appear behind them at any moment, grab them and drag them back to their rooms.

They took their shoes and jackets and slipped outside, hiding in an alleyway to put them on. They had no idea where Dad had gone so they couldn't risk him seeing them.

"Let's go over the rooftops," Remus suggested and rubbed his sleeve over his face. " 's safer."

They climbed up the facade of the nearest building, making sure that no one saw them.

The familiar exertion helped Roman's anxiety ease up and the slight breeze felt good in contrast to the suffocating air back in the house.

They jumped from rooftop to rooftop, so far away from the casual nightlife down below. Roman wondered what the people walking down there might think if they looked up and saw them.

Once they reached the train station they climbed down a ladder and took the next train to downtown. There were a few people going home from work, none even noticing the teenagers.

Remus pulled out a sharpie and doodled on a wall. Roman didn't look but it was probably either a dick or an octopus. Or both. Probably both.

Roman pulled out his phone and opened a game he didn't care about just to have something to do with his hands.

He wasn't even sure what it was about but it was easy and had bright colours.

They got out at the downtown station and walked past the small park where Roman was pretty sure drugs were sold like candy and reached the flower shop.

The door to the back alley was surrounded by cats who greeted them loudly.

Roman pet a few of them in passing and Remus knocked at the door a few times.

Patton opened the door and ushered them inside to make sure that the cats didn't come in.

"Are you two alright? I made Lavender tea," Patton rambled and hugged both of them tightly. "Are you hungry? I could make something for you if you want to. I think I have some ice cream too."

Roman melted into the embrace.

"Can we eat dinner here?" Remus asked after a moment.

"Of course, do you want noodles or something else?" Patton pulled back and lead them up to his apartment and into the cosy living room.

"Noodles sound good," Roman said and followed Patton to the kitchen. The smell of lavender hung in the air and soft steam rose from the kettle.

Roman got out a cup and poured himself some.

"Careful, it's still hot," Patton warned.

Roman hummed in acknowledgement and smelt the tea, feeling it's warmth on his face, and closed his eyes.

Simply being here in Patton's tiny apartment made him feel safer.

"Move, I want some tea too," Remus pushed against his arm and Roman moved out of the way.

"Do you boys like pesto or tomato sauce better?" Patton asked and set a pot of water onto the stove. "I have both."

"Both mixed," Remus blurted out.

"Pesto," Roman said. Dad had dragged them to an Italian restaurant yesterday because one of his colleagues had celebrated his birthday and for some reason, they had to be there. Roman had had enough of tomato sauce for at least a month.

"I'm not sure they go well together, Remus," Patton chuckled. "Let's go with pesto for now."

"Fine," Remus grumbled and took a sip of his tea.

Roman carefully took one too. It wasn't too hot anymore and the soft taste made him smile.

"Is it good?" Patton asked. "With lavender, I'm always worried that I used too hot water. It ruins the tea."

"It's fucking great," Remus grinned.

"Language!" Patton scolded and blew into his tea to cool it down faster.

The water in the pot started to bubble and Patton moved the lid slightly to avoid it boiling over, as he explained to them. He had taken to teaching them household chores since both were determined to leave their parents' house as soon as possible and Sera was usually too busy to show them how to get shit done.

Once the food was done they sat in the living room and Patton filled the silence by telling them about his day and details of his confrontation with Sleep the night before that the press hadn't gotten.

Roman was pretty sure that this was what family dinners in other families were like.

Weird, that the guy they had only gotten to know because they had pressured him into becoming their mentor was now more of a Dad than their biological dad had ever been.

Back at home Remus would've already been yelled at for slurping his noodles, while Patton only asked him to do it a bit more quietly. Roman would have gotten a glare and exasperated sigh for bouncing his leg, but Patton didn't react to it in any way.

He'd make a great Dad, Roman thought and felt tinges of jealousy towards any future kids Patton might have.

"So, kiddos," Patton said as he put the dishes into the dishwasher and smiled at them, "who wants some ice cream?"

"What kind do you have?" Roman asked, while Remus already went to grab some bowls.

"Just the classics, Vanilla and Chocolate. You can mix them if you want to," Patton closed the dishwasher and gestured towards the freezer. "Should either be in the first or the second drawer."

Roman checked and pulled the cartons out.

The chocolate had been opened already but only a small scoop was gone while the vanilla was even newer.

"Tomorrow your boyfriend comes to the shop again, right?" Remus asked looking through the mismatched spoon collection for the ones he wanted to pick.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Patton said, turning bright red. "Not that I wouldn't like him to be," he added quietly.

"Then why don't you just ask?" Roman asked. "Take him on a beautiful date, have fun and then when he brings you home you give him a small kiss before you go inside, leaving him standing there for a few minutes, unable to process what just happened because he loves you so much and you just kissed him! And then when he comes again you confess your undying love to each other, make out and have a spring wedding!"

"Bit mushy but yeah!" Remus agreed.

Patton had turned an even darker shade of red.

"I can't just ask him," he said and got a scoop out of one of the many drawers.

"Why not?" Remus asked.

Patton sighed.

"Neither of you have been in love before, have you?"

The twins both shook their heads.

"Well, it makes things... complicated," Patton began filling the bowls with ice cream. "The thing is, I don't know if he likes me back. And if he doesn't and I ask him for a date he might feel uncomfortable, because I'm just a friend to him. Nothing more. And that might ruin our friendship, which would be... I couldn't stand to lose him like that. I'm happy just being around him, so I don't want to take any risks that might destroy what we have."

"But you could be even closer and together more often!" Remus argued.

"That would be very nice," Patton agreed and put the ice cartons away again. "But he also has a son. About your age, I think. So, what if his son doesn't want another parent or doesn't like me? I wouldn't want Logan to have to choose between his son and me. His son would definitely win but still."

Roman stared at him in bewilderment.

"How could anyone not want you to be their dad?" he blurted out, his mind only catching up with his mouth a moment later.

He pressed his hand against his mouth as if it would somehow take back the words.

"You-," Patton hesitated. "Would you want me to be your dad?"

"I uhm... Yes," Roman admitted.

"Duh," Remus shrugged. "Who wouldn't?"

For a moment it was silent then Patton began to smile.

"I'd love to be your dad, kiddos. Now let's eat the ice before it melts."

They sat on the couch this time.

Suddenly Remus shot up.

"Wait a minute! Why do you not know if Logan likes you? You're a fucking empath!"

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vinylhazza · 4 years

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Imagine Graysons gf is an architect or civil engineering. Helping them with the moving home (van). That would be so funny. The boys wanting to do it like they want and y/n standing there and thinking wtf. Like “hey, I’m here the architect/ civil engineering. And boys that won’t fit in there.” And gray being: “and I love to build. Babe, it’s gonna fit.” And Ethan “yeah, trust us..” and after preparing the things the boys check that u were right but they didn’t wanna tell u.

a couple hours ago

“okay so here it is! we already have a layout of everything i just wanted to let you see it,” grayson explains, placing a kiss against the heated skin of your cheek.

but of course you know that isn’t true. you know you’re here to help because he’d been laying sneaky notes around the house for weeks about your “marvelous degree” and what an “asset” it would be if you would “help him with something”. he wasn’t the most subtle of men. but then again neither was ethan when he came right out and asked you to help them today. at least he’s upfront.

you didn’t mind though, you knew they would try and cram whatever they could into this van and make it the hardest living space known to man. if you could make it easier on you while you all traveled the country, you were okay with that. it was a big van, you had to admit - but not big enough for their much larger ideas.

“c’mere let me show you what we have and tell me what you think,” grayson continues, unwrapping his sturdy arms from your waist to drift over to the table sitting next to the van - a diagram is spread out on the slab of wood, and you can already tell he’s trying to do the most.

before you can say a thing, he begins explaining everything from the beds to the storage space, privacy, and ideas for lighting that won’t run down the battery significantly. you wait patiently while both ethan and grayson bounce their ideas off one another, getting into a little argument about which side they claim before apologizing quickly after. they know how much you hate their pointless bickering.

their hands are animated, voices raising, so excited to show you what they have figured out…that it sort of makes you feel bad that you’re going to have to knock down some of their dreams about the van. it’s not that the ideas weren’t great - because they were - it’s just that…they think there is much more room than there is.

but you waited until they finished and removed their hands from the detailed diagram to look at you before you begin talking. graysons face falls when he sees your hesitation.

“what’s wrong? you don’t like it?” he sputters, elbowing ethan when he mutters “told you so” under his breath.

grayson is a fabulous builder, you have to give him that. most of the time he is wonderful with knowing proportions and understanding that you simply don’t have room for everything you want. there are ways to have the things you want without cramming so many things into one place.

“i love it gray…but you aren’t going to have enough room,” you sigh, not wanting to see the sad puppy dog look on his face after you tell him your professional opinion.

“what do you mean? this mattress will go here, this one will go here, and then we have this little cabinet and a fridge right here-” he tries swaying you by pointing to places he’s already shown you. you nod along once again.

“yeah i get that babe but…once again, you won’t have room for all that. dual purpose building is going to be your best bet. you want a table and a bed - you can have both if you do this wisely. i can show you if you want?” you shrug your shoulders, knowing it’s frustrating for him to have mapped it all out and get hyped up to show you just to have his architect girlfriend come in and step on it - but you’re just trying to stop him from sabotaging the project.

grayson rounds the table once again while ethan goes to play with his new friend, a small cat he found hiding by some wood in the corner. his hands are placed on your shoulders to give you a gentle massage, reassuring you only the tiniest bit.

“i hear what you’re saying…but i love building and i really think i got this down to a science. it’s gonna fit,” he chuckles, calling your bluff.

“yeah trust us,” ethan calls from his perched position, hand gliding down the fuzzy back of a cat.

“whatever you say g, let me know when you’re smushed and can’t move. I have a lunch date with my mom though so i’ll be back in a bit?” you laugh, knowing he’s bullshitting you. I mean…you would kind of know if something wasn’t going to fit. it’s literally your profession to make sure everything having to do with something being built - aka a living space - is up to par. but you’ll let them find out on their own.

“you’re gonna be so proud. have fun, love you,” he grins, kissing your lips and patting your butt while you walk away, earning a little squeal from you.

“bye bitchface,” you call to ethan before walking from the shop, knowing if they continue with the plan they have - they will regret it.

if there was one thing grayson hated more than anything, it was admitting he was wrong about building something. he spent nearly an hour looking over the plan he spent so long coming up with - only for he and ethan to measure everything out and discover that you were right. you were fucking right and that was so annoying. not because you were right but because he was so confident and now he just felt like an idiot.

“god dammit,” grayson mutters, slamming his hands down on the table with a rising temper. he and ethan had tried everything to make their plan work - but the measurements just weren't there. he would have to go with the new plan and he hated to say it but he really wanted to know what idea you were going on about earlier.

“it’s fine bro, it happens. just let her help?” ethan chuckles with a pat on his back right when you come strutting back through the shop door with a dazzling smile and a welcoming kiss for your pouty looking man.

his bottom lip is poked out into a grumpy pout, his head hung over the new diagram you’d noticed when you walked into the door. there were definitely more scribbles and things crossed out than when you left. you’d had a pleasant time with your mother, chatting her up about how amazing grayson was, just girl talk. but you had been eager to get back and see if you had been right about your philosophy on lack of space. seems like you were.

“so did you guys come up with something or did it end up working out for you?” you smile knowingly up at him, arm swung around his hip while you examine if he’s going to try and fib or not.

“uh...well...it’s kind of complicated you see-”

“what grayson is trying to say it that you were right and he was wrong and we had to come up with a new game plan,” ethan speaks over his brother, earning himself a glare from gray in the process. you would have no know anyway, “we kind of need your help with that dual purpose thingy you were talking about.”

“hm” you hum, nodding. you knew it was going to happen anyway. fortunately you had drawn out your own little plan while sitting with your mother at lunch. she knew it was just who you are and what you do, so she didn’t mind when you cleared the table to lay out the large piece of paper that was folded into your purse, sketching out your own plan that was sure to work.

you swing your purse off your shoulder for it to land over the diagram. you reach a hand inside to pull out your own sketch of the van, laying it into grayson’s large hand with a smile.

“i’m still very proud of you, but this is what I was thinking,” you reassure him, kissing at his cheek right by the clear safety glasses that rested on his face.

“let’s see it,” ethan perks up, setting down the cat to lean his elbows on the table, just in time for grayson to unfold the sheet and have it neatly splayed out on the table over the old plan.

it was amazing. I mean of course it was amazing you had a fucking gift and he couldn't deny that. you captured the vision of what he wanted from the very beginning and he was shocked speechless while he looked down at the frayed piece of paper from going all around LA in your purse. you even put a mushy little scribble about how handsome he was and how good he looked while he built the van and made it perfect - earning a gagging sound from ethan next to you.

“shut up bitch not like you haven't gotten a mushy note from your girlfriend before, I would know,” you narrow your eyes at him, having seen the notes that his girlfriend leaves for him every morning before work. she’d helped her with them a few times for God’s sake. they were very good friends so it wasn’t a shocker from ethan to know that she had seen them. he still took the chance to flip her off.

“wait baby this is so amazing,” grayson is speechless, pulling you in for a hug so tight you have to tap at his shoulder for him to let go, “thank you so much angel.”

“no biggie, just a little somethin’,” you giggle, ethan pulling you into a hug shortly after.

“no really thank you so much this is great! we have everything we need plus a little wiggle room,” they both gush, running to the van with the paper to try and imagine what it would look like.

you spend the rest of the day picking out fabrics, measuring out the new plan, and making sure that everything fits before they finally get started with the crew to bring the van to life.

a few days later and it’s finished . it is exactly what you imagined it would be. perfect for the four of you surprisingly. it felt like a stretch that grayson, you, ethan, and kyle would all stay in one van but with your plan it actually ended up being perfect. they finally understood your dual purpose example - loving that the table could actually lower down and turn into a queen size bed. killing two birds with one stone is what you were good at.

is was grayson and ethan that did most of the work, along with the crew of course. it wasn't like you minded getting your hands dirty, grayson was just very particular about how he wanted to build things so you left him to have his fun with ethan. it was their video of course. what the fans didn't know didn't hurt them. you were just excited you could get creative juices flowing again, meaning the video will be the greatest it can be, meaning you’d be on the road very soon and be on the adventure you’ve been looking forward to for so long.

#asks #gray!concepts #grayson!concepts

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fandomoneshots-imagines · 5 years

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Experiment (Avengers x Hybrid! Reader - Part 3)

Summary: An experiment that wasn’t meant to survive is saved by Peter Parker and taken in by the Avengers.

Warnings: experimentation, forced breeding attempts, violence, abuse, Bucky fluff in this chapter

Part 1, Part 2

“Tony gave to me,” I spoke up, the food falling out of my mouth. The group was silent for a second before laughing loudly. While they were laughing Tony’s phone began ringing. He pulled it out and held it to his face.

“Hey Mr Stark,” A familiar voice spoke up, making my ears perk up.

“Hold on kid,” he hit a few things on his phone and a screen popped up in front of me, revealing the floppy brown haired boy.

“Petey!” I smiled, trying to move closer to the screen.

“Hey,” he chuckled softly, “how you settling in?”

“Like it here. Meeting everyone. Laughing at Tony for Kat.” I grinned, my tail swishing behind me.

“Oh, so you told everyone?” He smiled, “For the record I was against the name as well but it slipped out when Dr Banner surprised us.” He explained.

“Well we’re glad you found her Peter. You did good kid.” Nat said, making me purr.

“Peter! Are you ready to get started on the millennium falcon?” A guy asked and entered the room behind Peter. Peter whipped his chair around and tried to push the guy out, “Hey are you talking to a girl?” He pushed passed Peter.

“Ned just give me two seconds!” He tried to push his friend away.

“Hi, I’m Ned, what’s your name?” The new person asked. He had a large box in his hands

“Am Kat,” I tried to look for Peter and my tail flicked behind me. Steve moves behind me trying to keep my tail still but it kept flicking out of his hold.

“Captain America? Oh, were you on a work call?” Ned moved out of the way and Peter was standing behind his, his hair all messed up.

“Uh, kinda?” He scratched his neck, “Kat, I’ve got this uh project I gotta work on but I’ll give you a call later ok?”

Tony moves over beside me, “Two things. One, building the Millennium Falcon is not a project. Two, you mean to say you will be calling me?”

“See you later Kat!”

“Bye Petey!” I waved to him.

“Ugh, she’s just so cute.” Nat groaned. I picked up a piece of food that was on the plate in front of me, took a sniff, then put it back down.

“I just wanna cuddle her.” Bucky spoke up. He received some strange looks as well.

“Like cuddles. Me and brother cuddled.” I mumbled poking at a mushy piece of fruit.

“Brother? There are more of you?” Steve asked, moving beside you.

“No,” I said softly. My tail grew limp and I pushed some of the food around. It grew silent in the room and I let out a little sniffle. As soon as I made that little sound, several pairs of strong arms wrapped around me. A deep purr came from my chest at the warmth the radiated around me.

All of a sudden there was a very loud crash and a flash of bright light. This caused a shriek to leave my lips and my claws to dig into the nearest person, in this case it was Bucky’s metal arm. While it didn’t hurt him physically, it did leave dents in the plates. Everyone looked down at the arm and back up at me. Bucky popped the arm off and set it on the counter, staring at it.

“I’m gonna add some strength to the list.” Tony mumbled. “I’ll take this down to have it repaired.”

“It’s ok sweetie. That’s a friend.” Wanda reassured, rubbing my back.

“Very loud friend,” I huffed and picked up a piece of apple.

“So you've met Thor?” Sam asked making me very confused. As I was about to respond the doors to the living quarters slammed opened and a very large man carrying a hammer and wearing armor strutted in. I scrambled out of my chair and hid myself behind Steve.

“Friends! It’s great to be back on Earth!” The large man bellowed. “How have things been?” He placed the hammer down on the chair I was sitting in and leaned against the counter.

“Everything is great Thor.” Nat patted his large arm. It was easy to see he was flexing as she touched his arm.

“How is Asgard?” Steve asked. I peeked at the new man over my protectors shoulder.

“My kingdom is wonderful. Recently defeated my half sister from destroying my home. Loki is watching over the kingdom while I take a little holiday.” He looked over to Steve and I ducked back down, “But that’s enough about me. Who is this shy little thing hiding behind you Captain?”

“Thor, this is Kat. She’s a new member of the team.” Steve introduced, “Doll, this is Thor. He’s the King of Asgard and a God.” Steve tried to move so Thor would be able to see me but I kept myself hidden, running over hiding behind Bucky.

“Nuh uh, doll. You dented my arm.” He chuckled and moved out of the way. I huffed and ran towards Nat but was stopped by red energy drifting around my body. My ears were flat back against my head, my pupils dilated to tiny slits, and my lips pulled back showing my teeth. The noises coming out of me were not happy.

“It’s ok, kotyonok.” Wanda’s voice said softly, her hands out in front of her, the energy coming from her hands, “Thor’s big but he’s not a bad guy. We’ll make sure no one will ever hurt you again.” Her words soothed me a little bit and I put my teeth away and the noises I made quieted down.

“It’s nice to meet you, little one. As Lady Wanda said, I will not hurt you. In fact, I once gifted my mother with cats to pull her chariot. She loves them dearly. ” He said softly. I softened my eyes a little bit at how he spoke about his mother.

“Not a cat.” I said softly, wrapping my tail around my waist as security.

“My apologizes little one,” He smiled. I gave him a small smile in return and not too long later we were all on a large square couch watching a movie. I had started in my own seat but once Tony came back with Bucky’s arm I laid across the back of the couch, my head resting beside Sam’s. At some point during the movie I had fallen asleep and was gently shaken awake by Bucky and Tony.

“Come on, were gonna show you to your room.” Tony said softly. I nodded and sat up, wiping a little bit of drool off my face. Bucky wrapped my arms around his neck and picked me up as if I weighed nothing. I clung to his body and buried my head in his neck, purring loudly. Bucky followed Tony down a series of hallways and finally got to a room.

“Here we go, sweetheart.” Tony said softly. I looked up and watched as he pressed a button on the wall and a door slid open, “This is gonna be your room. We can decorate it at a later date. Your bathroom is over there. Steve is across the hall. Bucky is to your right. Wanda is to your left. The clothes I got you were brought here earlier but you’re going to need more as I just got the bare essentials for now.” Tony explained but I could feel myself falling back asleep, my head back in Bucky’s neck.

Bucky tried to put me on the bed but I kept myself attached to him, whining, “Bucky warm.” I buried my face in his neck. He tried to pull my arms off him but I just tightened my hold.

“Come on doll. You’ve gotta get to bed. Your own bed.” He tried.

“Bucky wants to cuddle?” I pulled back and looked at him with big eyes.

“Fuck,” he whispered, “Yeah, Bucky wants to cuddle. But we’re gonna cuddle in my bed. And just for tonight. Tomorrow you’re sleeping in your own bed.” He lifted me up and walked out of the room, hitting the same button Tony hit, shutting the door. He walked down to the next door and did the same thing, opening the door to his own room. I pulled back a little bit and looked around. It was really dark and smelled like him. It was kept surprisingly neat. He walked us over to the bed and laid me down in the center of the bed, walked to the dresser grabbing some sweatpants, and went into the bathroom having changed into said sweatpants.

“Remember, tomorrow you’re sleeping in your own bed?” I nod and he laid down, pulling me to his chest and grabbed the remote to the small tv, turning it on but keeping the volume low. A purr rumbled through my chest as my eyes drifted close again. My tail lazily swished over the covers and over my legs before stopping once it was wrapped around Bucky’s leg.

#avengers #avengers oneshot #avengers fanfiction #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #avengers x reader #masterlist

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dieced · 4 years

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Anarchy Reigns story idea that I’ll probably never write out. Takes place in the continuity of The Agent and the Hunters.

Sasha knows Leo is dating Durga and Garuda, but the rest of the BPS do not. But they know Leo is dating someone because of the stunt with the flowers at the Bureau. So Leo figures it’s only a matter of time before people figure it out, especially given his line of work. So he decides to bite the bullet and just get it over with.

So he invites Durga and Garuda to be his date for the BPS’s office Christmas party. Garuda politely declines; parties aren’t really for him. But Durga leaps at the chance to watch Leo be uncomfortable and make the situation worse, because he is a Bastard.

They have some ground rules of course. People cannot know the true story behind how they first met and f*cked for information because Leo could lose his job. So they make up a cover story about meeting in the bar in Altambra and just seeking each other out AFTER the mission for a hookup that led to the flowers and dating.

The night of Leo the party manages to wrangle Durga into a dress shirt and Leo puts on his nice vest and they head in. They enter the room holding hands and all of Leo’s coworkers are so obviously not staring at them it’s just ridiculous. Like everyone looks at them out of the corners of their eyes but makes a point of not blatantly staring, but it is so unsubtle and Leo just sighs and heads for the snack table, dragging Durga with him who is delighted to be the cause of so much tension.

It’s even worse when every person with cybernetic eyes tries to look up Durga in BPS databases, but their eyes glow when they do that so they try and do it subtly when they think no-one is looking. But Leo is very sharp and catches so many people with the tell-tale glow and just politely pretends not to notice.

Gradually Leo makes the rounds and introduces Durga to his coworkers. “-and this is Durga, one of my two partners. The other couldn’t make it tonight blah blah polite small talk.” Ignores the fact that everyone has already searched Durga by the time they get introduced, and know he’s a *gasp* bounty hunter with a shady past. Ignores that everyone wants so desperately to know the details of how something so scandalous happened, but can’t admit they already looked Durga up because that’s hella rude, so they just flounder awkwardly through the conversation and fill it with loaded questions.

Durga meanwhile is having the time of his life causing so much tension and being the source of a scandal for a bunch of BPS agents. And he does everything in his power to make the situation worse. He’s full-on plastered to Leo’s side, hugging his arm affectionately, taking every opportunity to call Leo mushy pet-names (baby, dear, darling, honey) despite this being wildly out of character for him. And Leo doesn’t even fight it. Just resigns himself that this is going to be his night. His horny cat boyfriend lavishing attention on him in public to scandalize his coworkers, and his coworkers trying and failing to be polite.

But Durga isn’t done. Embarrassing Leo and terrorizing his coworkers is fun and all, but it gets boring quickly. He wants something more. And when Durga is bored, he almost always wants one of two things. A good fight (not currently appropriate) or a good f*ck (hell yes!)

It starts subtle. While he’s draped over Leo’s side, he cops an occasional feel to make sure Leo knows he’s interested. He makes just a few too many not-quite-dirty but very much suggestive jokes in conversation. A few too many smirks, a wink or two, just little things to get Leo tense. But he knows he can’t push too hard or be too direct, or Leo will close off. And that’s not what he wants.

After a few hours Durga finally makes his move, and it’s an easy one. He leaves Leo’s side at last and heads for the bathroom. And then he just waits. It takes maybe 15 minutes tops before Leo (so worried, bless his soul) comes to check on him.

Literally the second Leo is through the bathroom door Durga pounces. He slams the door shut and backs Leo against it, pressing both their body weights against it to keep it shut as well as locking it.

(What they do next is not allowed to be written on tumblr due to the massive ban on adult content, sorry folks)

After the deed is done, Leo and Durga freshen up and walk out. Leo is trying his damnedest to look calm and collected and failing miserably. And Durga is just grinning like the cat that got the cream, no attempt to be subtle. And one look at the averted eyes of everyone in the room, and Leo’s gut sinks. Literally everyone knows. He is never going to live this down.

#Anarchy Reigns #My writing #not for work #implied only

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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ for every single one of our ships ( 5 for each )

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

Evan&Lia

Evan actually met Lia through a friend of a friend originally, and she was just so tiny, and looked so innocent, that he had to corrupt her.

When Lia first told him about her marking kink, he was a bit ‘eeeeh you want me to what?’ before he ended up biting an E to her ass.

He has a collection of collars she’s free to wear whenever she’s visiting, all play colors with different names, colors or textures.

The easiest way for Lia to get Evan to cut his meetings short, is to just text him a nude and say she’s in his bed.

Evan gets awfully stressed with work at time, and Lia will often then just come stretch herself over his lap with a kitty tail in and be like “bitch pay attention to me”

Moira&Adrian

Adrian makes Moira tea with lemon, honey, and a sprinkle of edible sparkle whenever she gets really sad and upset and refuses to leave her nest.

Moira had a MASSIVE crush on Adrian when they were at high school that she still finds herself giggly about him having chosen her as his omega.

She is TERRIFIED of his family.

He charmed her mother so awfully bad the first time they met after they all grow up, that Moira’s mother keeps telling her to just have a mating ceremony already.

Adrian keeps “losing” his shirts. They’re really just hiding in her nest.

Adrian&Belle

The easiest way Adrian knows to cheer up Belle, is to pull her over his lap and spank her until she releases all the tension she’s been holding.

She has a tattoo of one of his song lyrics on her ribs on the left side. - Sugar verse

Whenever they fight, it gets loud and ugly and doors slam after. Isabelle has a habit of going for a long walk after before she returns home and gets the ice cream, then goes “okay let’s talk calmly.” with ice cream. Because it keeps her calm.

Whenever anyone tries to fuck with Isabelle, everyone expects Adrian to be the one to take the fight but she’s usually busy kicking the Alpha in the nuts before he can even realize just what happened - Omegaverse

Isabelle is terrified of the idea of marriage, and if he ever suggests it she might just break into tears and ask why he didn’t instead do something more logical, like a collaring ceremony instead.

Thomas & Agata

Thomas the moment he thinks Agata would allow him, is so going to adopt a couple cats at the shelter, and come home with them to surprise her.

There’s always plenty of flowers in Thomas’ apartment because Agata sneaks in with them before Thomas even gets home. What he hasn’t told her, is that he’s taking meds because he’s allergic to pollen but it makes her so happy when there’s flowers there.

He always sleeps better when she’s in bed with him, because he holds her like a teddy bear in his arms.

Whenever Agata cooks for them, he gets all soft and mushy and just holds her close and keeps snuggling her.

He’s terrified of hurting her because she’s so tiny and fragile and he’s so tall and big.

Nate&Elizabeth

They met at an event from the publishing event, where Elizabeth managed to keep complaining that the food was awful so they snuck away and got nuggets instead.

Neither is really interested in putting labels on what they have, but neither is really involved with anyone else.

Elizabeth’s sister once asked her if she could get his number for her. She ended up lying and saying Nate had a girlfriend because she got pissy.

Whenever she visits... It’s never just a few hours. It’s always a sleepover.

They never cook. They always order in.

Emma&Nate

Emma thinks Nate is the cutest in the world.

Emma has a habit of getting real sad if she thinks Nate has left bed for the day before she wakes up, so when he returns with a glass of chocolate milk and some breakfast, she becomes really happy even with tears in her eyes.

Despite Nate’s inability to tell Emma no, she tends to listen to his no’s really well. Which might be in part why she ‘forgot’ to talk with him before bringing home her chocolate cupcake.

Nate ended up banning Emma’s stuffies from bed during sex after he accidentally got cum on it and Emma sat in front of the washing machine for the whole cycle with a sad frown.

Whenever Nate is sick, or feeling a bit under the weather, Emma will make fresh homemade bread, soup, and serve it to him while trying to feed him because ‘but you’re the baby now! I have to take care of you’ though she never succeeds on actually feeding him. But it does make him laugh when she goes all mommy’ish.

Rosa&Mia&Alexia

THE TRIAD. Rosa is super happy about her little gay triad and gets super protective whenever anyone tries to insult them.

Mia and Alexia has a habit of each grabbing Rosa whenever anyone tries to insult either of her girlfriends, or them as a whole after that one time she slapped a guy and they all got thrown out of the club.

Alexia comes home a bit too often to Mia and Rosa emptying the fridge of whatever is tasty that doesn’t need to be cooked.

Alexia knows better than to trust Rosa to go grocery shopping alone, after she sent her to go get some veggies and Rosa came home with the veggies... But also 3 chocolates, another box of sugary cereal and a lack of fruits.

Rosa and Mia regularly exchange clothes, but they can’t borrow Alexia’s clothes because they don’t have quite as big boobs and it looks strange.

#thcblackrosc

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roger1na · 5 years

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careful ch3 - john deacon x reader

summary: you are a ballet student at the royal ballet academy. To pay for your tuition, you work part-time at the celebrity gossip magazine, Seven. One fateful day you’re sent to interview a band on the rise, Queen, post-concert and befriend the sweetest man on the planet.

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: swearing, cigarettes/smoking

author's note: thank you for being patient! i'm back in my groove after a few desperately stressful weeks and i'm super excited about this chapter and the next few ones!

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chapter three

Falling in love was so terribly easy, you thought. You wanted to drift into love, be slowly caressed into feeling romantic things. With John, you’d been pushed out of an airplane and the ground was approaching fast but you weren’t scared. You almost wanted to be taken into the embrace of the earth. It’s where humans are meant to be on, isn’t it? Feet planted.

Loud thoughts and bursting emotions stampeded in your brain after dancing. Your face was glistening with sweat and your updo had come loose, stray hairs framing your elegant face. When you danced, all your worries left you. There was just the music and the choreographed steps and the ache in your muscles. Once Tchaikovsky’s last composed note stopped though, real life came tumbling and left you more breathless than dancing ever did.

Particularly the colour of post-it note neon green kept coming up. It was a whole new level of fear that had stricken you when you had noticed it stuck to your desk telephone.

call me sometime!

xxx-xxx-xxx

The note was scrawled in messy handwriting and whoever had written it had had shaky hands for the way the letters peaked oddly. But they had forgotten to sign their name and for a moment you were extremely confused.

”Nat!” You called out to the office secretary, a small but dynamite woman with cat-eye lens and no time for anybody’s bullshit. She looked up and clicked her tongue.

”Yes love?”

”Who’s this from?”

”Oh some bloke.” She went back to her typing, acrylic nails click-clacking on the keys.

”Wow, yeah, can you be more specific?” You rolled your eyes. ”What’d he look like?”

She squinted her huge eyes and looked up to the right corner of her eyes trying to remember. ”Long brown hair. Sort of a big nose, but not in a bad way. Looked like he hadn’t smiled since birth.” Your heartbeat sped up and you held the note close to your chest. ”Why? ’Ave you got a bloke?”

”No! Shut up. Maybe.”

She grinned and set aside her work and leaned on her hands to get a better look at you. She pumped her eyebrows up a few times. ”Tell me more.”

”Sorry, I’ve actually got work to get to thank you,” you turned on your heel, trying not to squeal or scream or show any sort reaction to the little square piece of paper that had saved your morning.

”Ha ha. Run from this discussion for now, Y/N.”

And so you did. You locked yourself in the bathroom before carefully taking out your diary and sticking the note there, then casually as ever you continued your day, not thinking about it. Or pretending not to think about it. It never really left your mind. You imagined what’d it be like to roll those numbers into a phone. To hear his voice slightly muffled, slightly static, on the other end. And then you told yourself not to think about it because there was work and dancing and living to be done.

That’s how you ended up in the dressing room, clutching your diary and thinking of all the sappy things you’d like to say to him and framing the note with little hearts and stars and general squiggles, not really thinking much of it.

“Are you really going to keep writing sloppy romantic shit about him in your diary and never talk to him again?” Rose startled you, peeking over your shoulder.

You slammed the notebook shut, embarrassed that she’d gotten a glance at your innermost thoughts. “Shut up,” you bopped her over the head with the book gently. “It’s not easy. What do I say?”

“Hi, I’m madly in love with you but I’m too proud to admit it?”

”Shut up!” You laughed. ”’M really not.”

”That mushy shit-” she gestured to your diary vaguely throwing her hands around it, ”-that’s madly in love.”

“No, it’s not, it’s barely a crush.” You quipped back and held your diary tightly to your chest.

“A-ha! You admit there’s feelings!” She jumped around victoriously. A scarlet flush was spreading on your cheeks. Rose paused her celebration when she saw your embarrassed face. “What’s wrong? Is this the first time you’ve had feelings since, what, 1969?” She was joking around but your eyes were panicked. Her mouth formed a little ‘o’ when she realised.

“What do I do?” There was a certain urgency to your voice. Rose took pity on you, lacing your hands in hers.

“You goof, it’s going to go just fine.”

“Will it?”

“If you give me a light, I’ll promise you,” she had let go of your hands and was now fumbling in her bag for her trusty pack of Marlboro Reds, same shade as her lipstick. When you had tossed her your lighter and she was inhaling nicotine, you started making your way out of the studio.

“Listen, call him. You’re a total dork, he sounds like a total dork, it’s a match made in heaven.”

“I don’t call people, except for you.”

“That’s because you have no social life,” Rose laughed. She was such a breeze, floating along in life, dabbling in this and that. Part of you wished you were like her, the other part was glad to be a small, pocket-sized persona that could easily fit in anywhere quietly, no fuss, no show. “I get it, huge deal, he’s a fucking rock star, but I mean, how bad can it get?”

“I suppose,” you trailed off. The two of you had reached the stairs that lead to the underground, where Rose took the tube back home.

“Be brave for me, okay?” She kissed your cheek. “Ta!”

“I hate you, for being so right,” you called out after her. She glanced back at you over her shoulder and winked.

“Love you too, sweetheart!” Then the tunnel swallowed her and you were left alone with your mess of thoughts.

You took deep breaths to calm yourself as you caught one of the famous bright red double deckers of London. Right, it’s just a phone call, you told yourself as you got off on your stop.

Memories of him standing at the steps to your apartment complex’s front door made your heart beat faster. What wouldn’t you give to see that again? How he perfectly fit into the scenery, though he was impossibly tall and almost funny-looking with his long hair and crooked smile.

Your door creaked as you pushed it open and took in your apartment. The dumpy old couch your brother had given you. The dusty old curtains your mother had sewn up. The bright red rotary phone on a stand next to the couch that you had saved up for, for months. You liked the way it reminded you to keep striving and soon you’d have an interior design to match it, not just sad hand-me downs.

You took your sweet time getting ready. You brewed a cup of tea in a banged up kettle whilst whistling a tune. You set in a vinyl and danced to the music whilst waiting for your cuppa to be done.

When you had a cup of Earl Grey’s steaming in your hands you took the needle off the vinyl and silence settled into your house. You sat down on the couch, cringing at the noise it made in the desolation of a poor neighbourhood at night, in London.

Slowly, but certainly, you rotated the number into the phone and picked it up and put it to your ear, anxiety twisting your insides.

The line was ringing. You bit your lip nervously and played with the telephone cord.

First ring.

What if Natalie was just messing with you? Were they all in on a collective prank and she’d described your lunch date to get a rise?

Second ring.

What if he intended it for another Y/N? And Nat had handed the post-it note to the wrong person? There was one other one, in another department, another building but still.

Third ring. The line clicked. “Hello?” His East-England accent sounded marvelous through the phone.

“Hi,” you choked out, voice gone out of nervousness. You cleared your throat before repeating. “Sorry, hi.”

“Hey,” he laughed nervously on the other end. “Sorry, who is this?”

“Oh right! It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N! I’m so glad you called!” His voice deepened just slightly as he realised he didn’t have to be on guard.

“And I have half the mind to ask you the same thing. You didn’t sign your note!” You scolded him playfully.

“Shit, I’m sorry! How’d you know then, to call me?”

“Took a chance. And asked our receptionist.”

“Clever girl,” he joked. Your smile was wide and though your heart was palpitating, you were beginning to calm down.

“I was actually really nervous to call you.” You started.

“But I’m the least intimidating person you could talk to.”

“Yeah but, you’re you. What’s a twenty-something rockstar doing talking to me?”

“You make me sound old. I’m twenty-two, twenty-three in a few weeks.”

You almost spat out your tea. You could’ve sworn he was older. In the end he was only two years older than you. “What?”

“Oh, come on, am I some grandpa to you?” He complained sourly.

You started giggling uncontrollably and you heard him sigh on the other end. Sometimes, you can hear it when people smile. You swore you could hear the right corner of his mouth twitch up and his eyes wrinkle as he listened to you laugh.

“Alright, alright, calm down.”

You sighed and suppressed a smile that was trying to spread on your face. If the nosy neighbours were to glance through their window they’d think you were mad. “So, actually, how are you?” You started.

“The same. Cheered up when you called.” There was clanging in the background and somebody laughed and another voice complained.

“Where are you? Do you have roommates?” You felt your cheeks burning.

“God no, I’m at the studio. We’re working on our next album.”

“You gave me the number to your studio and not your house?”

“They’re the same. I bought the telephone, only natural that it’s my number.”

“Right,” you laughed and rolled your eyes.

“John, who’re you talking to?” A high-pitched, scratchy voice interrupted. “Is she pretty?”

You heard the scuffle of somebody covering the receiver with their palm before you heard John’s faint voice. “How d’you know it’s a girl?”

“You’re grinning like an idiot. Is it that dancer? What’s her name?” Somebody tried sounding out different names very similar to yours whilst another person kept disagreeing and suggesting your actual name.

“She’s the one who interviewed us, remember? Y/N Y/L/N.” The more reasonable voice finished.

“John?” You whispered into the receiver.

“Right, sorry about that.” His voice returned sheepishly.

“No worries but, it’s like, what, 9pm?”

“Nine forty-six.”

“Right, it’s late, why are you still working?”

“They’re arguing over something. I want to make sure they agree on something good in the end.”

You shook your head. “You need your rest. Have you eaten today?”

“You don’t need to worry, Y/N.” There was a triumphant ha in the background when he said your name.

“But I want to. You worried for me too.”

“I suppose,” he paused and you could hear him tapping on his bass, which you assumed was sitting in his lap. It made a hollow, plastic sound. “But I’m fine. Thank you. I hope you’re fine too.”

“I am, thanks. We’re rehearsing Swan Lake.”

“I have no idea what that is, if I’m being honest,” he chuckled. “But I want to see you dance. When do I get to see you dance?”

You smiled softly, blood rushing to your cheeks. “Soon, I hope.”

There was a yell in the background as somebody rushed to John who tried to keep the phone out of their reach. “Fred, fuck off, no you’re not-”

There was a small, whispered row, before John was back on the other end. He sounded slightly grumpy and a bit breathless, as if he’d just been in a fight. “Do you want to teach us dancing?”

“What?”

“Freddie is dying to learn about ballet and he’s hellbent on you teaching us.”

You giggled and you heard John scoff slightly on the other end. He was an adorably witty and grumpy man. He had a way of always seeming like the world was out to get him, but that he was absolutely too determined to get his shit done to let it bother him.

“Sorry yeah, it’s a stupid idea,” he mumbled.

“No, no! I’d love to,” you replied fondly. “When’s the best time? I’m free every saturday. Usually.”

“Brilliant, darling,” you heard Freddie’s yell into the receiver and the sound of John smacking the back of his head. “Next saturday alright with you?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Right then Freddie, back to singing,” John shooed him off. More cursing filled the background. ”You're really okay with this? We’re all a bunch of dunces. And we’ve got eight left feet.”

You laughed. ”You’re a dork, John Deacon. Of course I’ll come. And I’ll have fun too.”

”Brilliant.”

“What do your new songs sound like?”

“So far, pretty good. We’re about half-way through, we’ll push the album through for the winter.”

“Will I get a signed copy?”

“We’ll see,” he teased.

“You are a piece of work, John,” you rolled your eyes before listening to him chuckle on the other end. His laugh was slightly bark-y, but not in an uncomfortable way. It sounded full of joy, with a mischievous edge to it.

”I’m going to start heading off to bed,” you whispered, after a moment of silence.

”Alright, sleep well.”

”I hope you come to a good agreement.”

”We won’t, but thank you.”

”Goodnight, John.”

”Goodnight, Y/N.”

You put the phone back before screaming into your pillow. What had you gone and done? You lifted your face to stare at the clock hung on the wall, hearing it’s ticking go too slow as you heartbeat accelerated.

“Rose is going to freak out,” you muttered.

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sidespromptblog · 5 years

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Wake

Summary: When there is panic among the other sides and Virgil is nowhere to be seen, there’s one who knows just how to deal with it. Even if its not the most convenient way.

Warnings: None, this is silly fluff with the tiniest feathering of angst.

That morning the kitchen was filled with the sound of clanking silverware and the heavenly smell of waffles cooking, everything was as it should have been. The coffee maker beeping as the last of the coffee dripped into the coffee pot, just seconds before a onesie covered hand grasped the handle pouring it into a star covered mug. A large chunk of butter was soon plopped on top of a pile of waffles fit for a king and a prince, and the steam that rose from the delectable breakfast quickly steamed up the glasses that looked down at them.

Everything was as it should have been.

Almost everything at least.

Roman worriedly looked up from his breakfast and towards the stairs for the fiftieth time within the hour, he hadn't yet touched his waffles and the butter had long since seeped into them making them a little more than soggy and mushy. His meal no longer held his attention, especially as Patton’s foot nervously tapped against the tiled floor making a steady rhythm echo throughout the kitchen. Only accompanied by the occasional rustle from the pages of Logan’s book, that now was only taking up less and less of the logical side’s attention. Soon enough, the tip of the bespectacled side’s finger tapped against his mug, only adding to the grating sound of Patton’s own nervousness. "He’s been up there for an hour..." The creative side's voice was that of someone about to throw a temper tantrum especially when it was accompanied with his infamous pout, although he wasn't fooling anyone in that kitchen. It was clear that he was worried, just as they were all worried for deep dark storm cloud of their lives.

Virgil was always on time for breakfast, ever since they’d welcomed him into their little family he’d seemingly made a point to arrive on time. As if proving something to them all. Chewing on his bottom lip, Patton’s tapping foot eventually came to a halt as he glanced towards the pile of food he had prepared for them all. “ And breakfast is getting cold.” He softly muttered, there was a whine somewhere in his voice. The kind of whine a dog would make when watching their human go away every day to school, but this was different, this was Virgil. “ What if he’s fallen!” The words rushed from the moral side’s mouth as he shoved himself abruptly away from the counter, his fingernails now digging into the warmly colored flesh of his arm. “What..whatif he’s tripped in the shower..what if-” The worries kept spewing and erupting from his mouth, one after another that honestly made Logan unsure who truly was the anxious side among them.

Eventually, the combined effort of both Roman’s and Patton’s concerted expression was just too much to bear right then and there.

“What if-”

A loud clatter filled the air, as the coffee mug that had just been in Logan’s hand, now only half empty, slammed against the countertop in a flurry of motion. Looking over to them, the both of them were astounded by the exhausted look in Logan’s eyes he looked over from the swirling contents of his coffee with the gaze of someone who was well and truly dead inside. The words that had been on Patton’s tongue froze within mere seconds of seeing that look, of course Logan was exhausted with all of the work he had been doing in the past week and their worries clearly weren’t doing him any favors. A sickening concoction of guilt and worry stirred inside of Patton’s guts, he’d just ruined Logan’s morning with the kinds of emotions that Logan already was all too willing to avoid.

Apologize. He hastily thought to himself as soon as Logan started to straighten himself up. Apologize before he leaves and goes back to his bedroom!

“Hold my coffee.”

Three words.

Three words that were just the slightest bit slurred with exhaustion and the remains of sleep, but be that as it may, and despite the fact that Patton just stood there for a moment clearly having no idea on what to do as Logan shuffled over to him pressing a coffee cup full of lukewarm coffee into his hands. Despite Patton’s reaction, and despite however Roman had reacted in that moment, it didn’t stop Logan from shambling over to the stairs, climbing each one as if they were the summit of Mount Everest themselves. And if Logan could feel the burning gaze of the other two sides on his back, he certainly didn’t say so as he lifted his legs that felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds each, forcing himself up each step.

By the time he made it completely up the stairs, and to Virgil’s bedroom, he wanted nothing more than to take a nap right there on the dark purple patch of carpet in front of the anxious side’s door. It felt so soft and thick under his toes, he could imagine just kneeling down and curling up like some cat in front of a fireplace. But no, no he was there for a reason, and the reason wasn’t a power nap.

The doorknob felt icy cold under his hand, as if Virgil had dedicated his night and most of the previous day to sticking his doorknob in the freezer when no one was looking. But regardless of the chill that swept through Logan’s body, the door opened with ease, giving him entrance to the pitch black room and amble towards the massive black and purple bed with an oddly shaped lump in the middle.

Even Virgil’s bed looked as soft as a storm cloud rolling in from the horizon. Lay on it. He impulsively thought to himself, and with little thought to the sleeping mass in the middle of the bed, the logical side did a rather illogical thing.

He opened his arms as wide as he could, and fell starfish style onto the bed.

His head thumped solidly against what must have been Virgil’s ribs, it was then that a grumpy and very tired grunt answered his physical assault. Just mere seconds before a blindly waving hand pressed against the logical side’s cheek, attempting more than anything to get him away so that Virgil could reclaim precious seconds of his sleep. And honestly, Logan would have liked nothing more than to give it to him, except for the fact of the matter being the majorly concerned prince, and the panicking fatherly side downstairs waiting for their dark stormy knight. So that only left one final thing that he could do, the worst of the worst when it came to any of them.

“Virgil,” Logan’s muffled voice slurring voice cut through the silence of the dark room like a knife as he prodded the other’s side again and again. “Virgil.” He tried again, and in the moment that it seemed like he wasn’t getting any results, he knew just what to do.

Taking a deep breath, Logan wiggled until he was more solidly on top of the bed. He moved until he could feel the feathery softness of the anxious side’s hair and the smooth curve of his ear before he leaned in.

“Hi,” He began, his voice taking on a much more cold and professional tone to it. “I’m your guidance counselor and I’d like to talk to you about your plans for the future.”

There was instant chaos.

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dragonwitch77 · 5 years

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BFF

She. Was. Late.

Most of the forest felt an unease tension that grew with each passing day that a certain hatted child seemed to miss showing up. The minions could feel it. The Dwellers could feel it. Peck, even the annoying Fire Spirits could feel it too! Even the spiders and the nonliving nooses could sense the tension! It probably wouldn’t be surprise if she could feel it as well.

“You go talk to him.”

“No way! You go talk to him.”

A small group of minions were huddled in front of the Boss's home, whispering to one another so not to alert/anger their ghostly ruler of their presence. They had all agreed that something had to be done with the fourteenth day rolled by, and still there was no sign of the newbie anywhere. The Boss's anger was getting suffocating at this point, and it was only halfway through day fifteen! Someone had to know what was going on!

Only problem was that no one was willing to go up there and talk to him. Their bravery had washed away when the hollow tree home of the Snatcher came into view. Now they were bickering amongst themselves to who would go talk to him.

“I can’t go talk to him! He’ll kill me!”

“We’re already dead! Just go talk to him already.”

“No! You should go talk to the Boss.”

“M-me?”

“Yeah. You.”

“B-but what i-if he eats m-me?”

“Boss only eats souls from contracted clients.”

“Yeah. He’d never harm us!”

“Well he did send one guy to HER place that one time…”

Silence hung over them, turning gazes at one another as the tree seemed to loom over them with foreboding. None of them wanted to walked up to the Boss and ask him what was keeping the newbie from coming to visit and why he was so angry.

“M-maybe we should come back later.”

“Yeah. Maybe the Boss will calm down in an hour or two.”

“Waiting sounds like a good idea!”

“Are we sure that’s a go—”

“THAT’S IT!” The minions jumped as the Snatcher's loud outburst caught them off guard, as well as the sound of a heavy book slamming shut before being thrown to the ground. The long serpentine body of the Snatcher floated out of his hallow home at a fast pace, grumbling to himself and not noticing the small crowd of cowering minions below him as he passed by.

“Pesky kid. Making me worry. Over HER of all things! Not visiting over two weeks. Doesn’t even let me know!” He continued to grumble to himself as he headed towards the best place to look for the kid first, leaving behind very confused minions.

“… sooo. Who wants to bet that the newbie’s alright?”

“Five says that she’s hurt!”

“Ten says that she’s sick!”

“Forty says that the Boss takes care of her!”

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Cooking Cat sighed as she stirred a pot full of soup. She hoped the child would be able to eat this. She hadn’t eaten anything solid over a couple of days now, and it was starting to worry her. The poor girl couldn’t keep her food down for long, and Cooking Cat was certain that this wasn’t just a common cold now.

Her fever kept spiking, her body was shivering like a dog out in the cold, her skin was turning awfully pale, not to mention how dark her eyes were getting. The poor girl looked like she was dying! Not even the medicine that she gave her was helping out, and she seemed to be getting worse each day.

“Hmm. This doesn’t seem like a normal fever. Then again, I don’t rightly know how alien fevers work.” She talked to herself, a little habit she did when she felt nervous. “I just wish she would get better soon. This sickness is putting the poor girl through a lot of pain.” Taste testing the soup and deeming it ready, she poured some into a bowl and proceeded to head for the bedroom.

Only to get a nasty surprise when she stepped out from the double doors.

“THERE YOU—” Cooking Cat screamed as a black shadow face with yellow eyes screamed in her face, only to stop suddenly once they realized they were yelling at the wrong person. “Oh wait. You’re not the kid.”

Cooking Cat clutched her chest, trying to get both her breathing and her heart rate under control.

“Wait a minute. Aren’t you that cat that cooks? Cookie Cat right?”

“C-Cooking Cat actually.” CC replied once she managed to get her breathing under control.

“Right right. Whatever. Where is she?” Cooking Cat tilted her head as the shadow disappeared one moment and reappeared the next.

“Who?”

“The kid!” He plucked one of the ‘relics’ up, looking underneath it. “She’s been absent in her usual pestering visits to my forest. You can’t believe how many of my minions have been pestering me about it!”

“Well she’s certainly not underneath a hamburger plush.” Cooking Cat shook her head. “You must be Snatcher correct?”

“S’up.” Snatch greeted, dashing down into engine room and came back with a deep scowl.

“Look, if you’d be so kindly as to not visit at the moment?” The ghost turned to glare at her. “As much as she would like company right now, poor little thing is too sick to see people right now.”

“Sick? What do you mean sick?” The shadow put his hands to his… well, not exactly hips.

“Sick as in SICK. Really badly too. Poor dear can’t even get out of bed much less eat anything right about now.”

“Well not if it’s on the floor.” Snatcher pointed at her feet. She looked down and grumbled as her well-cooked soup was now on the floor. “Probably wouldn’t be the best to serve the kid that dish.”

“Look, would you please—”

“Check on the kid and give her a piece of my mind? Sure!”

“What?! No! Stop!” The shadow didn’t listen to her as he took off towards the bedroom.

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The lights were off when Snatcher fazed through the doors. His glowing eyes illuminated in the dark as he slithered right up to the bed. He could hear ragged breathing under the covers. Pinching the cloth between his fingers, he lifted the sheet slightly.

The kid look like DEATH! It shocked Snatcher how bad she looked. She skin was pale, her face was twisted in pain, there were dark bags under her eyes, and good NIGHTMARES this kid had it bad!

“Kid?” Snatcher was starting to grow a little worried. She wasn’t wearing her outfit, just a simple nightgown with frills, clutching his little gift he ‘mailed’ her. Her hair was down and her forehead was covered by a wet washcloth. Small whimpers were coming out of her.

This was certainly bad.

“You!” Snatcher snapped his head towards the door, not noticing that they had opened. Cooking Cat was glaring at him, waving him over. “Get over here! Let the poor girl sleep!” She whispered harshly so not to wake the child.

Snatcher glanced at the hatless child one more time before placing the sheet back over her and going over to Cooking Cat.

“What were you thinking?!” CC yelled as the entered the living room. “She doesn’t need anyone bothering her at this moment! You can’t just go barging in like that! She—”

“How long has she been sick?” Snatcher’s question cut her off.

“What?”

“How long has she been sick?” Snatcher repeated, looking at Cooking Cat with dead seriousness.

Baffled, CC thought back to the earliest she could remember. “About nine or ten days now. Maybe longer. She didn’t really start showing any signs of sickness till she collapsed. Make matters worse when she snuck out once and the Conductor brought her back carrying her like a small baby all red faced and barely able to breathe while sweating up a storm! Poor dear was out cold with a burning fever after that.”

“If it’s that bad, why hasn’t anyone taken her to a hospital already?”

“Do you know anyone with medical knowledge for sick alien kids?”

Snatcher opened his mouth but nothing came out. CC sighed, shaking her head. “The Conductor had taken her to the hospital first, but since she’s an alien, they were much of a help there.”

“Isn’t there a book or a medical guide on this ship? Anything that could help her?”

“No. I’ve cheeked everywhere I could and still found nothing that can help.” Snatcher turned away, frowning deeply at this new information. “Look, as much as your concern is nice—”

“Concern? Concern? I’m not worried about the kid! I’m just here because my minions wanted to know what happened to her and that’s it! Now that I know, I don’t need to bother coming back here again!” With that, Snatcher had disappeared again, leaving a confused and miffed cat.

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“Come on sweetie. You have to eat!” Cooking Cat rose the spoon to the child’s lips, but sighed as she turned her head away with a whimper. “If you don’t eat something, you’ll only get worse. Please, try to eat something.”

“nooo.” Hat Kid weakly mumbled, hugging her Wolfy close to her and burying her face against the plush.

“Sweetie, please. Just try. I even made this one nice and mushy so you don’t have to chew it.” CC tried to bring the spoon closer to her, but was rebuked again. She sighed, putting the spoon down back in the bowl. “Alright, we’ll try again later. How’s you ice pack? Does it need changing?” She took the bag off of the child’s head, earning a whine of disapproval.

“Hmm. Feeling to be warm instead of cool. Be back in a bit sweetie.” Cooking Cat left the room, leaving the sick child alone.

She tried to sleep, but the smell of Cooking Cat’s soup was making her stomach turn in a sharp twist. Whimpering, she tried covering her head under her blanket and cuddle with her Wolfy. Normally she wouldn’t be cuddling her dolls like this, but Wolfy was special. Plus he was supper comfy to hug when she was feeling bad.

“Kid? Hey kid, you awake?” Something poked her side, forcing a whimper out of her. “Come on kid, I didn’t spend about two days worth of searching just for you to ignore me. Come on, get up.” The poking continued.

Hat Kid whined as she slowly proceeded to sit up. She weakly glared at the intruder for waking her up, but it was quickly replaced by a sleepy smile when she saw who it was. “sssnaaaaccccchhh…”

“Snatcher kid. A for effort though.” Snatcher huffed, setting down a large book at the foot of the bed. The hatless child looked at the book in confusion as he proceeded to open it wide and flip through the pages. “Let’s see. Sicknesses. Sicknesses. Hmm.”

“wha you do?” Hat Kid crawled over to the book, watching as Snatcher turned page after page.

“Looking through this old book on illnesses. Back in my day sicknesses were common. We had to rely on the village’s doctor a lot. Kind of a weird fellow. Almost like a voodoo doctor with crazy experiments going on at his place.”

“why?”

“Kid, I’m not dumb enough for this.” Snatcher gestured to her whole body. “Clearly you’ve contracted something that’s not normal.”

“didn’t… sign… noothing…” Hat Kid mumbled, hugging Wolfy and rubbing her chin on his head.

“Not that type of contract kid.” Snatcher rolled his eyes. He kept looking through the pages, stopping on a few that seemed plausible to the kid’s sickness but was quickly thrown away once Snatcher checked for all other signs of the listed sickness. “Black tongue, no. Pinching ears, no. Sheesh kid, you’re sweating up a storm there.” Snatcher joked as he searched the kid’s hair for bugs lodged in her scalp.

“no funny…”

Snatcher frowned. “Kid. Help me out here will ya? Is there anything that you know might help me? Anything you’re not telling me?”

She pushed her lips together, thinking very hard. “… fiiingers… tingly… head… hurt… feel… icky… side… hurts… really… bad…”

“Which side?”

She lifted her left arm up, patting her left side. “still… hurts… when… got it…”

Snatcher could have quirked an eyebrow, if he had any. He maneuvered over to the left side of the bed, pinching the nightgown the kid wore. “May look for just a moment?” Hat Kid whined but allowed Snatcher to lift her nightdress up. It was not a pretty sight. There was a bruise on the kid’s side. A deep purple with small pale blue spots surrounding it.

… pale blue spots…

Why did this look so familiar to him?

He went back to the book, flipping the pages more urgently. “snnnnaaaach?”

“Hang on kid. I think I might got something here. I just need to find the right page and—ah-ha! Here we go!” Snatcher picked up book, looking over it carefully. “Let’s see what we’ve got here…” His smile was slowly turning downwards, frowning deeply. He looked at the kid to the book and back, looking at the child with an expression that she couldn’t place.

Finally, he lowered the book but didn’t let go of it. “K-kid? Funny… funny question.” Snatcher chuckled nervously, gripping the book tightly in his claws. “D-did you happen to find some flowers? Blue ones with purple tips with spiky leaves?”

Hat Kid looked at him confused.

“Y-you know. Long black stem, with a… a small vine wrapped around it, blackish color with red spikes on it.” She kept looking at him in confusion. “It’s-it’s a plant that floats on water? Like on a small pond, or lake, o-or a big puddle surrounding a big hallow tree with a face in it?”

Her eyes widened.

“You… didn’t get near any of those… right?”

She frowned a little. She pointed to her pillow pile. Snatcher frowned a moment, looking between her and the mountain of pillows. “fort.” She said softly, hugging Wolfy in a one arm hug. “fort.”

Snatcher blinked, but shrugged, diving slowly into the pillows and searched around till he found a secret little room. He found what awaited him was a big plush bear, a small bookshelf filled with books, a small desk with a book laid open.

And a wilted flower inside a vase of water.

Snatcher.

SCREAMED.

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The young prince didn’t understand what was happening.

Many strangers and servants were coming in and out of his parents room, dashing to and fro with items such as blankets, bowls of soup, jars filled with something he could not make out, and herbs that he recognized that were for medicine. But no matter how many times he tried to stop someone and ask what was going on, no one paid him any mind as they rushed about.

He frowned sadly. Mother was awfully sick lately. His father was worried to the point where he didn’t even notice him tugging his pants. It was worrying the young prince how his mother was suddenly stuck in bed. It felt like it was his fault somehow. But he didn’t recall seeing his mother’s arm covered in small blue dots before or the red stuff coming out of her nose and ears before.

Father didn’t seem to react well when he told him about this. It was almost five days ago, and yet there was still no news about his mother.

He tried distracting himself with books, but his worry was ever growing. He just wanted to know if his mother was alright!

“Wilfred? Is mother going to be alright?” He tugged on the old butler’s pants. Wilfred didn’t seem as busy as the others, and the old man looked down at him with a sad look on his face.

“… My prince.” Wilfred started, licking his lips and glancing around the hall. “I’m… sure the queen is fine.”

“But she’s been stuck in bed for five days now! Wilfred, when will mother be better to come play again?” He tugged on Wilfred’s pants harder. He wanted to know that mother was going to be fine. That she going to come back. That she was just messing around with everyone and would return to her normal self soon.

“… My prince. I’m… afraid that at this rate it’s already too late for the queen.” The old man sighed.

“Why? Isn’t she just sick?” The prince tilted his head in confusion.

“She’s been sick for far longer my prince.” Wilfred bent down on one knee, looking at the small boy in the eyes. “She has a sickness that has claimed many lives. And I’m afraid it will soon claim hers as well.”

“Why? What do you mean by ‘claim’? Is she going somewhere?”

The old butler frowned, rubbing a hand down his head as he sighed. “It’s… It’s called—”

“The 25 day illness.”

Cooking Cat gasped, covering her mouth in shock. The scared look on her face would have brought joy to the ghost if he was not glaring at the wilted flower in his hand. Its wilted dry form mocked him, teasing him with its frail dead state.

He growled, crumpling the flower in his hand and making it into a fine powder. “Stupid weed. I should have gotten rid of them sooner, but no. Some idiot had to invade my home and keep me busy from noticing the kid getting close to these things!” His hand ignited, burning the powered to ashes.

“It can’t be the 25 illness. I-it just can’t!” CC shook her head, gripping her chefs’ outfit in her claws.

“So you’ve heard about it.” Snatcher crossed his arms, dumping the ash to the ground.

“A little. Back when I was a kit in class. I’ve read about it and none of it was good.”

Snatcher sighed, watching as the small robot vacuumed up the remains of the flower. “It was a deadly thing in Subcon. It took many lives before a treatment was found.”

“I read that it died out years ago.” Cooking Cat looked at the ruler of Subcon. “But, I don’t think there’s a treatment for it now.”

The ghost growled.

“Snatcher, this is bad! Not only is she not doing well, but she’ll just get worse as the days—”

“I KNOW THAT!” Snatcher roared, slamming a fist against the wall and shaking the entire ship. “… I… know…” He hand dropped to his side, gaze locked down on the carpet.

Cooking Cat stared at him a moment before sighing, shaking her head. “Look, I… I need to check up on her. Make sure she’s fine after that freak out you had earlier. Can you wait out here for a moment?”

“Sure just… whatever.” Snatcher sighed, sinking to the floor as Cooking Cat went to check up on the alien child. He buried his face in his hands. How was this possible?! That flower was supposed to be extinct years ago! It was the first plant to go once he saw it again after his death. He was sure that he got them all!

But apparently he missed some. And someone had the stupid idea of placing them around his home. How? How could this happen?! He tried to keep the kid from that accursed flower when he found them, but it seemed the kid already found it before he did! Why did that stupid Mafia man keep him so busy?!

There was no way the kid was going to live! She was as good as dead! And not by his hands but by stupidity! He didn’t know the cure for this! He couldn’t fix this with a simple snap of his fingers! He was powerful but he wasn’t a healer! Why didn’t he study more on health like his father insisted when mother died?! Why hadn’t he looked through the village healer’s notes when he had—

His eyes widen. “That’s it!”

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“Boss? Are you sure about this? We’re really far from the village and—”

“QUIET.” Snatcher all but growled as he poked his head in another building for what felt like the hundredth time, hissing in anger as he pulled away. “It’s not this one either.” He floated to the next house, doing the same for that one and got the same result. “Are you certain you remember where his home was?”

The minion, who was the unfortunate one to still retain bits of memories of the old village before her icy rampage, nodded their head. “Yes! He lived somewhere inside this area of the village! It was a big house with horseshoes hung on its roof!”

Snatcher sighed. It would have been that easy to find a building just like that, but none of the houses had any roofs much less whole roofs on them anymore. They were either caved in or completely missing.

“Boss? Is the newbie going to be okay?” Snatcher shot a glare at the minion.

“What do you think?!” He hissed, going to the next still partially standing building. Once he deemed it not the right one, he growled in frustration and blasted it away. “WHERE IS THE PECKING PLACE?!”

“Calm down boss! I’m sure we’ll find it!” The minion scampered ahead of the Snatcher, coming across some ruins of what used to be an old building.

“This is getting nowhere!” Snatcher growled, throwing his hands up in the air. “Why did I even think this was a good idea?! Everything here is nothing but ruins and rotting wood! No journal is going to survive wreckage like this!”

The minion wasn’t listening as Snatcher continued to rant. There was… something about this place that rung bells in their mind yet they didn’t know why. There was hardly anything left but the back crumbling wall of the building and its wood rotting flooring. Yet it felt very familiar to the minion the longer they stared at it.

“And just wHy did it have to be this place?! Why of all places did it have to be here where failure is EVERYWHERE?! Just being here makes me regret ever LIVING here! Of all places!”

Living here.

It clicked in the minion’s mind. They looked closer at the wall. Closer at the hanging horseshoe hung on the left corner. “BOSS! THIS IS IT!” The minion cheered, catching the Snatcher off guard in his ranting.

“What?”

“This is where the village healer lived!” The minion explained, hopping up and down. Though their joy wasn’t shared with the same enthusiasm with Snatcher as he stared at what little ruins remained.

“… there’s… NOTHING here.” The minion stopped jumping, looking at their boss in worry. “There’s absolutely NOTHING left of this place!” He growled, looking at the remains with anger. He extended his claws, jamming them into the floor and proceeded to tear out the rotting floor.

Only to be surprised to find something underneath.

“Are… Are those hidden boxes?!” The minion exclaimed as they saw many piles of boxes that were hidden under the floorboards. They picked up the closet one, opening it up and pulled out a jar with a dried plant inside. “This looks like a healing herb that the healer used. Were these boxes for storage or—”

They jumped as something smashed far behind them and looked up to see the Snatcher grabbing boxes after boxes, opening them and closing them. “Come on, come on. Where are you?!” He grabbed one more box, opening it wide and smiled in triumph as he pulled out a worn old book. “JACKPOT!”

Tossing the now useless box away, he proceeded to go through the book, looking over every page carefully but quickly, flipping through page after page after page after— “HERE!” Snatcher pointed to a page in the middle of the book, lowering down to the minion’s level for them to see. “Here! The treatment for the 25 day illness! Every last detail and key!” He threw back his head laughing out loud as he hugged the book to his chest. “The kid has a chance! She has a chance!”

“Um, Boss? What does the book say?”

“Right right! The book! This wonderful book!” The Snatcher looked back at the page, reading it over and frowned. “… It says that the illness can be treated with a special concoction made of different certain plants.” His face grew hard.

“… Boss?” The minion was getting worried.

“… everyone.”

“What Boss?”

Snatcher shot forward, enlarging himself and glaring at the minion who shrieked and coward beneath him. “Gather every minion! I want all minions searching the whole forest for these plants! No one is allowed to stop until they have gathered ALL of the plants needed for this cure! Am I clear?!”

“YES BOSS! IMMENSELY!”

“Well what are you waiting for then?!” Snatcher summoned parchments of paper with a list of all the plants needed written on all of them. “GET MOVING! GO GO GO!” The minion took off, running as fast as they could back to the village with papers in their hands. Snatcher himself already headed off, starting his search as fast as he could.

*^*

“Peck! Peck! Peck! Peck!”

“Shouting peck isn’t going to make things any better.”

“Peck it is! It’s makin’ me feel jus’ dandy!” Conductor shouted, pacing around the living area of the spaceship. “Ah come bringin’ a doctor like ya asked, n’ now they’re tellin’ me they can’t do peckin’ squat ‘bout it?!” He stomped his foot on the ground. “What kind of doctor can’t help a lass when she’s in pain n’ sufferin’?! It’s like watchin’ me own kids sick with the flu, but worse!”

CC’s ears flattened against her head, looking on the verge of tears. The Conductor saw this, sighing loudly and shook his head. “Six days they say. All she has left, they say. What rubbish! If they can’t even give her somethin’ tae help with the pain, then they ain’t no doctor in me eyes. Can’t even show a smidgen of sympathy fer this.” He sighed, leaning against the wall for support.

He hadn’t felt this drained since the doctors had told him there was nothing they could do for his dying wife.

“Isn’t there… anything anyone can do?” CC asked, wiping her eyes.

“Well, unless someone come bargin’ in with a cure, Ah can’t really say fer sure.”

“COOKING CAT!” The duo jumped as Snatcher burst out of the ground with several minions in his arms. He stood motionless for a moment before falling flat on his back, dropping all the minions, whom they too fell to the floor with their boss.

"Good gravy on a battered pork roast! Snatcher you gave us a scare!" Cooking Cat along with the Conductor ran over to the large ghost. "Where have you been?! You took off the moment I went to check on the poor sweetie! Do you have any idea how worried you made her in her condition?!"

Snatcher wheezed, a feat that should not be possible for him since he didn't need to breathe. “she… she’ll… thank me… later…”

“Ah don’t think so spook! No one has the right tae leave a sickly lass like that n’ expect them tae forgive ya! Ah have the right mind tae shove ya down the nearest, darkest, deepest hole Ah can find n’—”

Snatcher held up a book, stopping the old bird in his ranting. “I’ve got it.”

“Got what?”

“The kid’s cure.” CC and the Conductor froze as Snatcher handed the book to Cooking Cat. “The middle section of the book contains the way to curing the kid’s sickness.” He pointed to the minions scattered all over the floor. “They have the ingredients for the cure.”

The minions weakly held up an ingredient before their arms flopped to the floor.

“Wha—ARE YOU TELLIN’ ME YA BEEN GOIN’ ROUND FER THE LASS’S CURE N’ DIDN’T EVEN THINK ‘BOUT TELLIN’ ANYONE?!”

“Excuse me birdy, but I was BUSY.” Snatcher glared at the old bird.

“Ah could have helped ya!”

“You would have been in the way!”

“Says you ya over grown shadow!”

“Well at least everybody knows what I am you old dinosaur!”

The Conductor gasped. “Oooh, NOW ya done it spook!”

“Oh yeah? Bring it on you—”

“SHUT UP!” The duo froze, stopping their argument as Cooking Cat read the book over. “Boil water, cut plants, certain parts, squeeze this for juices… I can make this. I can make this!” She jump for joy, grabbing the Conductor’s arm and pulled him along. “Everyone to the kitchen! We have a cure to make!”

The minions groaned, getting up one by one and followed the cat as she dragged the Conductor along to the kitchen. Seeing everyone follow the duo, Snatcher sighed, laying his head back down as his worry started to disperse. Not long after, he was fast asleep.

*^*

“No!”

“Lassie please! Stop strugglin’! Ya need tae take this!”

“No!”

“Sweetie please! We don’t want to hurt you!”

“No!”

“Lass if ya don’t quit squirmin’ right now, Ah’m gonna force it down yer throat!”

“Conductor!”

“NOOOO!” Snatcher growled, trying to focus on the book as the Conductor and Cooking Cat tried to feed the sick girl the cure. Only problem was, surprise surprise, she didn’t like it one bit. He could smell why. That stuff smelled AWFUL!

“Lass, please! It’ll make ya feel better! I promise!”

“Nononononononononono!” With another growl, Snatcher slammed his book shut and floated over to the bed.

“Alright, that does it.” He grabbed the child, forcing her to stay still. “You had the easy way kid, now we have to go this the hard way.”

“Snatcher—”

He shot a glare at Cooking Cat. “The longer she doesn’t take it, the closer she is to dying. So just shove some of that in her mouth already and get it over with!”

“No! Nononononononononononononononono!” Hat Kid screamed, trying to get out of the ghost’s grip but proved to be too weak to do so. The Conductor and CC shared a look before the older of the two sighed.

“Alright lass, jus’ hold still an think of it as candy.” Conductor held her mouth open as Cooking Cat poured a spoonful into the sick girl’s mouth.

Her eyes widen as the most awful tasting thing slid in her mouth. She would have spat it out had the Conductor not pinched her lips shut and forced her to swallow it. Tears ran down her face as the taste lingered in her mouth. But the worst part was yet to come.

The two adults and ghost cringed as she started hacking, dry heaving as her stomach, barely having anything inside for days, forced her to throw up the awful thing onto an awaiting towel laid out in front of her. She openly cried at this point.

“Oh lass. Ah’m so sorry.” The Conductor patted her back in sympathy, rubbing circles and hugging her close as she cried her little heart out. “There there lassie. Shh. Yer so brave. Yer a brave one. Shh. Ah know. Ah know.”

“Come on kid. You need to keep taking this.”

“don’t wanna!” Hat Kid cried, burying her face against the Conductor’s chest as he rocked her back and forth. “it’s yucky and gross and i don’t want it in meee!”

“Sweetie you have to take it! If you don’t then you’ll never get better!” CC tried to reason with the child. “We have to get the bad stuff out of you so you can get better, and you want to get better right?”

“No! No no no no NO!”

“You’re taking that stuff and getting better! Whether by force or your cooperation!” Snatcher growled.

“but it makes me feel bad!”

Snatcher sighed, shaking his head and leaned closer to the girl. “Look kid, do you want to die? Because that’s what will happen if you don’t take this stuff. Is that what you want? To die? A painful, slow, death? Hmm?”

The small girl sniffled, shaking her head.

“Then you have to take this. If you do, I’ll promise that you can have as many sweets as you want when you get better. Any sweet that you want and more for an entire week.”

She sniffled, blinking away her tears. “r-really?”

Snatcher nodded his head. “If you get better, you can have any sort of candy you want! But only if you take this medicine and get better.”

She stared at him a moment, hugging the Conductor. “…”

“Lassie, it’ll be fine. It’ll be over before ya know it! An when it is, you can go back tea playin’, n’ runnin’ n’ all sorts of fun when ya get better.”

“And you’ll be able to eat again!”

She looked between the three, staring at them with puffy tear filled eyes. “… no more yucky?”

“You won’t have to taste it ever again when you’re well again.”

She was silent for a moment before she finally nodded her head.

*^*

Four days passed before they finally made progress.

The kid’s fever started to go down some, and she was starting to eat some soft foods again, if only just a little. Snatcher looked up from his current book as Cooking Cat stepped out of the bedroom with a try still full of food. “She’s still not eating?”

“No. But the good news is that she’s getting thirsty again.” Cooking Cat smiled. A small sad one. “If this keeps up, she’s be right as rain again! Though I do wish the Conductor was here. Poor sweetie won’t take the stuff without him there.”

“She has her wolf. She’ll be fine.”

Cooking Cat gave him a look. “You know, this is awfully nice of you to help the poor thing out like this. It’s generous of you to do something this nice.”

“Yeah yeah fine. I’m being nice. BIG deal.” Snatcher waved her off, focusing on his book as the cat chef went back to the kitchen laughing.

*^*

It was nice to see the newbie sleeping peacefully.

Seeing her sick made them feel bad, especially since it was the 25 days illness. They didn’t recall much of their past, but that name alone set shivers down their nonexistent spine.

They hummed a little, taking the cloth off the newbie’s head and dipped it in a bowl of water, wringing out the excess and putting it back on her head. Newbie was lucky the boss was so worried about her. She really made his life more… well. Lively!

She was certainly the boss’s favorite, even if he would never admit that.

“You really got the Boss wrapped around your little fingers newbie. I don’t think he’s ever show this much care for anyone before.” They ‘smiled’. “The Boss really likes you!”

“Yes. He does, doesn’t he?”

They froze, quickly spinning around before the last thing they saw were strings and then.

Nothing.

#snatcher week #snatcher #hat kid #cooking cat #conductor #sick fic

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look at where we’ve been (through time) - bechloe fic

based on a prompt from @isthemusictoblame who wanted a bechloe first date (round about). i really hope u like it xx

“Is it possible to actually, like, shit yourself from nerves?”

Beca scrutinises her reflection in the bedroom mirror for about the millionth time in the last hour, checking and double checking that she’s put enough concealer on that giant fucking zit that’s magically appeared overnight, quelle surprise. Maybe she should burst it. Would bursting it make it better or worse?

“Yeah,” Amy replies from across the room, flicking another page in her copy of Extreme Fishing. Beca stares back at her in the mirror, horrified. “Wait—did I say yes? I meant no. I definitely meant no. That’s happened to nobody, ever.”

Beca doesn’t exactly feel reassured. “Jesus Christ. What if I shit myself?”

“Wear extra absorbent underwear.”

“Amy, I’m going on a date. I’m wearing my sexiest underwear.”

“By sexiest underwear, do you mean your boxer shorts with the little dog faces on them? Because I’ve rummaged through your stuff enough times by now to know that they’re literally the only kind you own, you turnip.”

Okay, so that’s another thing she needs to add to her list of inappropriate things Fat Amy does to Beca’s shit when she’s not paying attention. Beca opens her mouth, but no words seem to come out. This happens a lot around Amy. She’s actually run out of reactions. Her jaw swings open and closed like a door on a loose hinge, until Amy finally looks up from her weird magazine.

“What?” Amy shrugs, “If you do want actual sexy underwear, ask Stacie. She gave me some great catalogs. The stuff is really cheap and barely worn. Honestly. The elasticity in this thong I got was pretty—“

“Please be quiet,” Beca interjects quickly, deciding to terminate that line of enquiry immediately, because the elasticity of Amy’s dodgy thongs is not something she wants to hear about right now. Suddenly self-conscious, Beca looks under the waistband of her tights, wondering what underwear she’s actually thrown on. “And for your information, my pants actually have cat faces on them today, so…”

“Oh, even worse,” Amy says dramatically, faceplanting her bedspread. “Nobody likes cats, Beca.”

Beca sticks her tongue out to Amy in her reflection. “Nobody likes you.”

“That right? I’m sure if you talked to Philippe, aged twenty-four, from Illinois, because that dude really liked those photos I sent him—“

“Can you actually speak like, one sentence without grossing me out?” Beca says exasperatedly. She tugs at where her shirt tucks into her skirt, wondering if it looks better in or out, or whether it fucking matters at all what she’s wearing. She’s never cared all that much before. “Anyway—who the fuck from Illinois has a name like Philippe?”

“I think he had a fetish for French stuff,” Amy says, like that’s totally normal, “He kept trying to get me to do weird things with garlic and this one time he sent me this video of him eating a snail. Like, a wild, free-range snail he’d found in the street.”

“That’s insane!”

“I know, right?” Amy seems to agree, “I was like, dude, but some seasoning on it at least!”

There’s silence, because Beca’s lost enough of her sanity already, and she’d ideally like to keep some of it intact for the rest of the evening. She decides to leave the shirt loose and wanders back over to her side of the room, reaching out for her phone. At the top of her notifications tray there’s a snapchat from Chloe. With a half-smile, Beca swipes it open.

It’s a picture of Chloe. Specifically, Chloe’s newly-shaved legs in a pair of the sexiest, patent-leather stilettos she’s ever seen, and Beca almost has a gay heart attack right there and then. The caption reads just for you!!! with alternating heart and fire emojis—god, she’s so fucking whipped, and it’s just the first date. God knows what she’s going to be like when she actually sees Chloe in person.

“You’ve got that face on.”

Beca’s cheeks flush bright pink as she quickly shuts off her phone and throws it on the nightstand. She pats her hair, trying to make it look like everything’s totally normal and not like she almost had an orgasm looking at a freaking photograph. “What are you talking about?”

“That face I always pull whenever Philippe sends me a pic of his huge French dick. Sort of like…” Amy opens her mouth wide, her eyes inflating twice their normal size, a hand pressed on her heart for effect. “You’ve got that face on. Has ginger sent you a tit-pic?”

“What?” Beca squeaks, “No!”

“Oh my god, has she sent you a cli—“

Beca throws a pillow at Amy to silence her, who takes the shot like a champ, collapsing onto her bed a la being-shot-by-a-flying-burrito style. “Dude. If you say one more word, I’m hacking into your email and cancelling your Extreme Fishing subscription.”

“Feel free,” Amy shrugs. She rolls up her copy and expertly aims it into the trash, where it sits amongst tampon wrappers and unfinished classwork. “I was ripped off. That magazine has nothing in it about how to fool stupid old men into thinking you’re a part-time Victoria’s Secret model and trauma surgeon online and loads about how to entice carp using natural bait. What the fuck?”

Beca nervously pads back over to the mirror, where the aforementioned zit is currently throbbing painfully and looks way redder than it did a few minutes ago. She groans loudly. “Oh my god. I look a mess. This is the first date I’ve had in months in and my whole body is totally not co-operating.”

Amy sighs, finally moving her ass from her bed and walking up to behind where Beca stands. “For the record, I don’t think you have to worry about what you look like whatsoever.”

“Really?”

“I mean, yeah, that zit on your chin is about the size of Pluto,” she supplies unhelpfully, “But Chloe doesn’t care about that shit. She only cares about seeing you—she’s mushy like that. You could rock up in a garbage bag and she’d be like wow, that bitch is hot, I wanna bang her right now.”

Beca smiles a little. Sure, Amy’s not the most eloquent of speakers when it comes to relationships and emotions and all that, but it does make her feel a bit better about the whole thing. She does have stupid underwear on and a huge spot and a ladder in her tights but Chloe has seen her at four am, vomiting over the toilet after slamming too much tequila. She’s seen her sobbing into a milkshake in the middle of the day after breaking up with Jesse. She’s seen her during finals week when she didn’t wash her hair for a whole seven days. That girl has seen her at rock bottom, yet still wants to take her messy, uncoordinated ass on a date.

“But, Beca,” Amy suddenly says in a real solemn tone, tearing her away from her thoughts, “You have to let me pop that zit.”

Beca darts away from Amy’s vicinity like that superhero from one of those stupid comicbook films Jesse loved—you know, the one with the silver hair that runs really fucking fast, but she can’t remember the name because her head is full of way more important stuff than superheroes—and throws her hand up, grabbing a hockey stick (that belongs to neither her or Amy) and using it as a makeshift cattle prod as Amy follows her around the room like a serial killer.

“You,” Beca swipes at her with the hockey stick, “Are not going anywhere near my face.”

“Come on, Beca, I’ve watched so many YouTube videos on it, I can pop them like a pro—“

“I’m leaving in literally ten minutes. I’m not letting you and your huge monster hands anywhere near my tiny face.”

“What will hurt more—me popping that zit right now for no payment, or Chloe’s look of horror when she sees the start of a mountain range emerging across your chin?”

“You just said she wouldn’t care!”

“Let’s face it, you’d have to be blind not to care about a zit that size and Chloe happened to mention to me the other day that she has perfect twenty-twenty vision. On her driving test she read a sign from a whole mile away, unbelievable, right?”

“Amy, that’s bullshit, you—no! NO! GET AWAY FROM MY FACE! HOLY SHIT, AMY!”

-x-

The whole date thing actually was unintentional. As in Beca didn’t start the day thinking she’d end it securing a date with Chloe Beale. Even though that wasn’t, like, something she thought about pretty much all the time or anything.

They’re sat on the balcony that juts out of Chloe’s attic room, their legs dangling into the abyss, watching as the hazy orange sky blurs into black. Chloe’s just been on her eighth unsuccessful Tinder date of the new year and Beca wonders why she keeps going back to that fucking app, especially when there’s so many people she encounters in her day-to-day that are actually kind-of nice and not ugly or creepy that would be desperate to date her and treat her like she deserves. Because she does. Deserve better. Much better than weird thirty-year-old cashiers with BO and a penchant for rushed sex in uncomfortable places.

“And then he got his dick out,” Chloe says dramatically, complete with hand gesture to make sure Beca completely understands, “Like, right there, in the middle of the restaurant?”

Beca snorts, taking a sip of beer. She passes the bottle to Chloe, who takes a generous swig, wiping her top lip. “Men are weird.”

“They are,” Chloe agrees, nodding sagely, “They totally are. Maybe I should swear off them. Go on a man detox or something.”

“Not a bad idea,” Beca says, like her motives aren’t totally selfish, “It’s kind of what I’ve done. After, you know, Jesse. I just swore off everything.”

Chloe sighs softly. Her arm reaches out and wraps round Beca’s shoulder and she finds herself melting into her, warm and soft jarring with the cold night air. “Still hurting about that, huh?”

“Not really. It’s just—I don’t think I’ve ever been on a good date, and that really put me off? I don’t know what’s wrong with me half the time. Because Jess—he was really nice and considerate and actually liked me, but every time we went out there was this voice going we could just do all this at home.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Chloe states plainly, resolutely. She takes another drink. “What floated his boat sank yours. You were stranded at the harbor while he sailed off. You’re the captain of your own ship, Becs. And maybe you didn’t have room for another sailor.”

Beca murmurs a laugh at the excessive nautical metaphors, but Chloe’s always like this when she’s a bit drunk, verbal diarrhoea all over the place. It’s adorable. “But I do want another sailor on my, uh, boat?”

(It’s really too bad that Chloe’s looking over the balcony and down onto the lawn, because then she would’ve seen the conviction Beca looks at her with, like she’s the only person in the whole wide world that Beca would even dream of being with right now and any time ever. They’re surrounded by stars and Beca’s fucking looking at her like she’s the brightest of them all, and Beca can’t believe what a sap she’s becoming.)

“Maybe you just need a good date,” Chloe says, “And I’m, like, the queen of dating.”

Beca suddenly sits up, narrowing her eyes a little. “Is this you asking me out?”

Chloe shrugs, trying to hide her smile and failing catastrophically, because maybe this is the point she’s always wanted to reach too. “Sure. And it’ll be the best date in the world, I can assure you.”

Beca laughs, a delirious and slightly drunken giggle in the back of her throat. She clamps a hand over her mouth. “Sorry. I just can’t believe that this is happening.”

Chloe grins, leaning across and pressing a sloppy kiss to Beca’s cheek. Warmth explodes in Beca’s chest and she fights the urge to kiss her back, while she’s in this happy drunken bubble, because she’ll so regret it a few hours later when the buzz has worn off and she’s lying in bed, mapping the cracks in the ceiling.

“You’re my favourite captain,” Chloe says, her words slightly slurred, “You’d be such a bad-ass pirate. I can totally imagine you with a hat and a parrot and those big puffy pants all pirates wear.”

“You’re my favourite captain too,” Beca murmurs, “Because, like, there can be more than one captain.”

(The conversation has kind of lost its way, but it’s nice, and Beca would’ve stayed out there all night drinking beer with Chloe Beale if it didn’t start freaking raining seconds later. Fucking bitch weather always out to kill her vibe. And she totally does not scream that at the sky or anything.)

-x-

Chloe picks her up at seven thirty. Which is weird, considering they live in the same house.

“You didn’t need to ring the bell,” Beca says incredulously, Chloe stood on the doorstep. She’s wearing an off-the-shoulder floral dress that cuts just above her knees, a denim jacket and the same shoes from the photograph she sent earlier. She’s a fucking goddess. “You literally live here. You have keys.”

“I know, but the thought of someone picking me up for a date always gets me really excited, you know?” Chloe says, “I mean the surprise is kind of spoiled because you already know which car I drive, but I do have a brand new playlist I created on Spotify in preparation, and that kind of thing gets you way more excited than cars do.”

Admittedly, Beca is curious, and the effort is really touching so she lets the initial weirdness slide. “As long as there isn’t any Taylor Swift, I’m totally yours, dude.”

Chloe lifts her head. “I can’t promise that. She does have some non-breakup songs that completely fit the occasion. You look beautiful, by the way.”

The compliment is so honest and pure that it knocks some of the air out of Beca’s lungs, because Chloe just called her beautiful, and it’s the first time in a long time that she’s heard that from someone who actually means it (and who she wants to mean it). Chloe just called her beautiful on their doorstep in the most normal day in March, with a giant red splodge on her chin where Amy admittedly popped her zit successfully, and Beca wonders if she might end up remembering this day for the rest of her goddamn life.

“You look great too,” Beca says, which is an understatement, but whatever. “Now, where are you taking me?”

It turns out Chloe has booked a table at a really posh restaurant in the city, which makes Beca feel a little uncomfortable because she’s the kind of girl who is happier with takeaway pizza and sweatpants, but she trusts Chloe and her instincts. They end up at the top of a really tall building surrounded by glass and from their table they can see across the whole of Atlanta, beautiful and illuminated by artificial light. Before she sits Beca presses a hand against the window, waving at the world below.

“You like it?” Chloe asks, standing next to her. Their reflections blur, merging into one another, like for a moment they’re the same person. “Someone I used to work with recommended it to me. Told me it was like you were on top of the world.”

Beca grins; she’s on top of the world, but it’s not all because of the view.

-x-

Surprisingly, Beca doesn’t actually hate the date. For brief, dark seconds she imagines Jesse is the one sat in the chair opposite and her stomach turns, tangled with nerves, scared she’s going to do the wrong thing or say something stupid or embarrass herself in front of her boyfriend. But she blinks and there’s Chloe, grinning and talking madly, and she’s not anxious at all.

(Fuck you, Amy. Shitting has been avoided, absorbent underwear aside.)

They do cute couple-y things like hold hands across the table and share dessert and make other diners uncomfortable. It doesn’t bother her. It’s not new knowledge to her that some people are yet to be dragged into the twenty-first century. She lets Chloe chat the evening away, because listening to Chloe talk is like her favourite song over and over and over again.

When the waiter drops the extortionate bill Beca doesn’t want the night to end. Luckily, Chloe has no plans to.

“Do you wanna see something awesome?” she says, lips curled into a mischievous smile, and Beca would be a grade A idiot to say no to something like that.

“Oh, absolutely.”

-x-

Apparently Chloe knows the security guard who watches over the Atlanta Aquarium. All she does is flutter her eyelashes at the guy stood at the front desk while she’s outside and the doors creak open, letting the two of them in. She grabs Beca’s hand and pulls her through corridors of eerie, dark tanks, illuminated by pale blue lights. She finally stops at a tank that takes over a whole back wall, fish of all shapes and sizes and colours drifting together right in front of them. It’s completely silent, other than the whirr of filters, bubbles rising to the surface.

“For the record,” Beca says, quiet and breathless, “This is the kind of shit that only ever happens in John Green novels.”

“I love John Green novels,” Chloe replies, and when Beca turns, she’s somehow fished a whole bottle of rose wine from somewhere in her jacket. Beca just shakes her head out of disbelief. “Want to get drunk in an aquarium with me?”

Beca untwists the cap, taking the first drink. “As if you even had to ask that question.”

They sit down on the floor a few meters away from the glass and pass the bottle between them, toes of their shoes touching the tank. Beca watches as a fish doused in bronze swims out in front of them, face touching the glass. She lazily points out in front of them. “That one looks like you.”

Chloe snorts. “What, because it’s red?”

“Yeah. It’s red. Like you.”

“In that case,” Chloe leans out, clumsy fingertip landing where a near-microscopic fish internally lit up by a flash of electric blue sits unmoving. “That one looks like you.”

“Well, it’s a good job I’m no longer sensitive about height jokes. You lose.”

Chloe brings the bottle to her lips, taking a sip before speaking. “You know… I meant what I said earlier.”

Beca brushes a strand of her hair away from her face. “About what?”

“That you look beautiful,” Chloe answers matter-of-factly. Beca’s heart stops. “I just think—like, sometimes you need telling. That you are. Beautiful, I mean. I don’t think you believe it.”

Beca half-remembers some line Jesse used on her in freshman year, something about being halfway to his standard of beautiful, and how it didn’t really bother her at the time but after the breakup it kind of gnawed at her, like she was the person she is now because of him and what she thought he wanted. But Chloe… she’s never expected her to be anything, to look like anything. She just wants her to be Beca, whether that’s with the earspike or not, and maybe it took her too long to realise that. Jesse was nice, sure. But there was always this extra layer of expectation with him. Like—she wasn’t quite perfect, to him, and he was trying his hardest to make her that way.

She doesn’t want to be the perfect girlfriend. She likes being messy and nervous and a bit out of control, sometimes. And Chloe gets that. Chloe has always got that.

Beca takes a long drink, refusing to meet Chloe’s eye. She watches the fish, a beautiful, messy rainbow of colours and movement, and how that’s a bit like the Bella’s, this crazy group of crazy girls that somehow all work. “You know, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about—what would’ve happened to me, if you’d never violated me in the showers that day. Like where would I be right now, without the Bella’s? And without… well, you.”

Chloe shrugs nonchalantly, but Beca feels her shoulders tighten. “I don’t know, Becs. I don’t tend to dwell on what ifs. I like the here and now.”

Beca smiles into the bottle. “Yeah, I mean, the here and now is pretty good.”

“Yeah?” Chloe smiles back. Her feet reach out, her toes tapping against Beca’s. “I think it’s pretty good too.”

-x-

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Go for it, dude.”

“I was… really nervous about tonight. Like, really nervous.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah. Totally skitzing it. I rang up Aubrey in a total panic. Luckily she knocked some sense into me. You know what she’s like.”

“…What did Aubrey say? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“She said get a grip Chloe, this is Beca Mitchell we’re talking about, she might think she’s God’s gift but she’s really not that special.”

“Geez. She doesn’t live and let die, does she?”

“No, no, but—she also said that out of everyone, she’d never seen anyone make me so happy, so you mustn’t be all bad. Mostly, but not all.”

“…I make you happy?”

“Of course you do, weirdo. Before you rolled into my life there was, like, a huge Beca-shaped hole in it. Only I didn’t realise it was Beca-shaped at the time, but if I had that would’ve been a really weird coincidence, right?”

“Huh. Yeah. Right.”

-x-

(It’s weird, because there’s always been a hole in Beca’s life too, and it’s the kind of hole that’s made her feel completely and utterly empty for so many years, and when Jesse didn’t fill it she thought there was something seriously wrong with her. But then Chloe—she slipped in so effortlessly Beca didn’t even realise, and it knocks her for six, because an actual person has made her feel actually complete for once in her turbulent life and it happened so naturally that it passed her by, passed her perfectly, and everything is suddenly right.)

-x-

They finish the night where it all started. On Chloe’s balcony.

The wine is long gone but Beca knows where Jessica hides her secret stash (in the gap behind the fridge, FYI, she’s really not that stupid, Jess) so she brings back two full bottles, drops one in Chloe’s lap. She has no idea where the rest of the girls are but there’s music, bassy and loud, coming from the Treble’s House—a party she’s missing out on, perhaps, not that she cares.

“I think I’ve realised something,” Beca says, plonking herself down next to Chloe, their knees touching. Chloe lifts her head up as if to say oh? “Yeah. I don’t think I actually hate dating.”

“Oh!” Chloe squeals excitedly, “Have I officially converted you?”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Beca says, killing Chloe’s high with a grin when she looks like a wounded puppy, “No, it was great, I loved it. But—I’m thinking, maybe it wasn’t the dating I hated? Maybe it was the… company, I wasn’t happy with.”

Chloe grins quietly, staring down at her knees, where Beca’s hand rests on her own. Her fingers reach across, cover them, and Beca clings on like a lifeline. “What about now?”

“This company,” Beca says, raising their intertwined hands, studying them carefully like she’s working them out. She nods resolutely. “I think this company is kind of alright.”

It would be just wrong for Chloe not to lean across and kiss her.

-x-

“By the way, that picture you sent me was, like, smoking hot.”

“Oh, you liked it?”

“Chlo, Amy thought I was looking at porn, that’s how much I liked it.”

“Well… there’s plenty more where that came from.”

“There better be. You know I’m only dating you for sexy photos, right?”

“Yeah. Totally. I knew that was a given the minute I asked you out.”

“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page. It would be a bit embarrassing if we weren’t.”

“Good.”

“Awesome.”

“Cool.”

“…Should we kiss again?”

“That sounds like a great plan.”

“Awesome.”

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect fic #fanfiction #bechloe #bechloe fic #beca x chloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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Through rose colored lenses [Bakukami]

I have no idea how it happened but now I’m heavily invested in this ship. It sneaked up on me and I had to write something for them askdjas And of course this is super mushy and fluffy because I cannot contain myself.

Anyways! Here it is ! This 6000+ mess !

Also on AO3 !!

Kaminari wears reading glasses.

It’s such an insignificant, casual fact, but Bakugou only finds out about it when he knocks on Kaminari’s door and he opens up, blinking behind a pair of yellow rimmed lenses. Bakugou is momentarily distracted by this and he can’t help but stare because Kaminari looks stupidly cute wearing them and Bakugou’s heart does the tiniest leap thanks to this fact.

“Bakugou--” Kaminari speaks up, already a small, expectant smile curling up on lips, as he leans against the door frame. “Hey!” He arches an eyebrow in question. “Whatcha doing here? Thought you were hanging out with Kiri.”

“ Was .” Bakugou drawls. “Idiot forgot he’d made plans with Deku and his group.”

Kaminari crosses his arms, tilting his head to gesture Bakugou in the room. “Aw, you could have gone with them.”

“No fucking thanks .” He shoulders past Kaminari into the room, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Don’t want to go out with that noisy bunch.”

Kaminari chuckles, shutting the door and catching up with Bakugou, nudging his side playfully with a wink. “You say that like you are so quiet, babe .”

“Who’s your babe --” Bakugou shoves him with a huff and a scowl before unceremoniously plopping down on Kaminari’s bed. He grunts in discomfort when his back meets something solid and he rummages under him to pull out a book. He blinks at it, turning it around to look at the cover.

“... Poetry ?”

“Ah, yeah.” Kaminari settles down next to Bakugou on the bed. “I was reading a bit.” He unconsciously fixes his glasses and Bakugou blatantly staring again. Kaminari seems to notice and fiddles with them again, bashful. “I-I just need these for reading so I don’t bring them to class.” He meets Bakugou’s eyes and goes for a confident smirk as he tilts the glasses forward a little. “Since you’re staring so much I take you like them?~”

Bakugou ignores the heat in his cheeks, averting his gaze and propping the book open on a random page to distract himself. “You just look different with them, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Aw, come on~” Kaminari props his chin on Bakugou’s shoulder, peering up at him. “Different good or different bad?” He nudges Bakugou’s cheek with the top of his head when he doesn’t answer, whining. “Bakugooooooooou-- Kacchaaaaan ---”

“Different diferent , quit your whining.” Bakugou shrugs his shoulder to get Kaminari off him, leaning back against the headboard of the bed, shutting the book and tossing it to him. Kaminari flails to catch it before pouting, leaning next to Bakugou and propping it open where he’d left a bookmark.

“You’re no fun.”

Bakugou snorts, crossing his arms behind his head and shutting his eyes for a moment. “ Live with it. ”

After that, It’s quiet for a few beats, save for passing of a page or, Bakugou finally notices, music playing faintly from Kaminari’s phone charging on the nightstand. Instead of the loud upbeat music that he usually has on, this one is mellow, atmospheric. It speaks truth with how far and wide his tastes go.

Bakugou opens his eyes and his gaze trails back to Kaminari, whose eyes are focused on the pages, one hand fiddling with the corner of the next. Bakugou might be loud and explosive, but even he has quiet moments of pause like this, where he stops to look at the details, particularly when it comes to Kaminari these days. The way his hair falls on his face, not bothering to fix it, or his glasses sliding down his nose, or the slight part of his lips, jaw and shoulders relaxed as he reads.

It’s hard to rewind and find the one thing that caught Bakugou’s attention first about Kaminari, because now he gets drawn in whenever he looks at him. Much like Kirishima, Kaminari found a way into his daily routine, a seat at their usual lunch table, a spot at his side when they walk back to the dorms, took a very present place in his mind, at the corner of his eye, in his heart. It’s cheesy to just think about it and his pulse quickens, Bakugou cursing these stupid, mushy feelings that he caught for the electric boy next to him.

It’s so much like being a dumb teenager boy in lov e, something Bakugou had never in his whole life thought he’d come close to. Because there were supposed to be more important things than crushes and dating, specially in their situation, trying to become heroes while watching their backs every turn for the next villain plot. But his feelings had chosen to betray him.

It’d been much like a lightning bolt, the realization that Bakugou’s in love with Kaminari striking him down all of a sudden. Or perhaps it had been more gradual than that, without him noticing; one moment Bakugou was thinking Kaminari looked like a fool, having choked on his own milkshake at a joke Sero made, spilling it all over himself and making a mess, and the next he was thinking the sound of his embarrassed laugh and his toothy grin were extremely nice.

And that was the catalyst, with just the thundering of his heart against his rib cage as warning, echoing in his head, letting him know that he was already in too deep to swim back up.

Bakugou and love-- feelings in general--had never seen eye to eye. He didn’t know what to do with this feeling, squishing and twisting it in his hands to try and take it apart so he could analyse it and give it reason, to know what to do with it, but it had proven to be futile. It slipped away from his grasp and his control, making his palms sweatier than usual and for the room to feel a little too warm whenever Kaminari’s loud laugh reached his ears or, worse, when that blinding smile was directed his way, even if it was just because he was trying to show Bakugou some silly picture in his phone.

He wasn’t planning on acting on it. No, rather, he didn’t know how he would act on it. Dating had been the last thing on his mind when he entered U.A, and in his life in general he had never given it serious thought.

He thought he was doing a good job at camouflaging it with his usual explosive temperament but Kirishima somehow noticed. He always noticed.

“You’re not subtle, dude.” He had said, cheek propped up in his hand and grinning. “It’s sooo obvious, I dunno how Kami hasn’t noticed yet.” Said person was talking about some comic with Ashido on the other side of the classroom, his voice excited and clear. Bakugou had to fight the urge to look his way.

“ Shut your fucking mouth. ” Had been Bakugou’s smart reply to Kirishima, scowling and fighting off a wave of embarrassment. “He’s a dumbass of course he’s not noticed I--I’m in--” Kirishia smiled wider and Bakugou slammed a fist on the desk, palms warming up. “Wipe that disgusting grin off your face!!!!”

“You what?~” Kirishima batted his eyelashes at him, speaking in a sing song voice, the face of innocence.

Bakugou was already fuming, palms cracking with tiny explosions as he stood up. “I’m going to blow your face off, that’s what!! Shut it !!”

Kirishima laughed out loud, not taking him seriously. “Sorry, sorry, don’t get embarrassed !”

“I ain’t embarrassed !! You’re being a little shit !”

“Whatcha guys yelling about here?” Kaminari chose that exact moment to drop by, looking amused. “I can hear your voice all the way from over there.”

“Ask Bakugou.” Kirishima shot him a look, which prompted Kaminari to arch an eyebrow at him, smiling lopsidedly.

“None of your business!” He barked, dropping back on his seat and crossing his arms. “Everyone could hear you talking, you don’t get to complain.”

“I’m not complaining.” Kaminari shrugged, sliding a seat his way and plopping down on it. He smiled. “I’m used to it by now...It’s like your charm point?”

“Which?” Kirishima prodded. “His yelling or his voice?”

“Mmmm….” Kaminari cupped his chin in thought, looking up at the ceiling. “Now that you ask, his voice is more of a charm point. His yelling is just...so like Bakugou!”

“So…” Bakugou did not like what Kirishima’s face was doing as he slid closer to Kaminari, grin almost cat like. “You like Bakugou’s voice?”

Kaminari didn’t even stop to think why he’d been asked, he looked like he was really thinking about it. “I mean it is a little too much for my ears when he’s yelling, but…” And here he looked Bakugou in the eye, making his heart catch in his throat. “You do have a nice voice, when you are talking normally. It’s like--kinda raspy, in a nice way? Deep, too. I like it.” He snickered. “Bet girls would find that super sexy , man!”

Bakugou was too busy combusting from the inside out to form a coherent reply. Kirishima took full chance of that.

“I think you broke him bro.”

“Oh damn--Bakugou you alive in there?” Kaminari leaned forward, tilting his head. There was clear mirth in his eyes. “Didn’t know all it took to shut you up was a compliment --”

That finally got a reaction out of him, face flaming much like his hands. “Oh I’ll shut YOU up!!!”

Somehow that one moment was all the queue Kaminari had needed to find excuses to shoot casual compliments his way. Kirishima had a shit eating grin whenever he was around to witness it because he could see the exact moment Bakugou’s brain collapsed and embarrassment took reign.

He hated it because Kaminari was clearly only teasing him and unaware of why it affected Bakugou so much. It was stupid and ridiculous and made his insides twist and flutter. But at other, rarer times, it seemed like Kaminari was genuinely complimenting him.

“Seriously, though.” Kaminari had been saying once, lying on the couches of the common room upside down, legs hooked on the back of it and letting his head dangle off the edge of the seat. His phone lay on the table, forgotten. “I think you are pretty amazing, Bakugou.”

“ Duh .” Bakugou had been fiddling with a rubix cube, brow pinched in focus. “I know that already.”

Kaminari chuckled, fingers drumming in his belly. “Yeah, I know you do but...I’m not talking about your quirk.” At this Bakugou’s movements slowed down, listening. “I mean, your quirk is strong but that means nothing if you can’t control it. Take me, for example.” He fiddled with a little electricity between his thumb and forefinger’s pads, watching it. “My quirk is pretty strong. But I go stupid whenever I use it too much and I can’t really control which way I direct it unless I use support items...And I panic so much during fights I don’t really think through what to do.”

He looked back up at the ceiling, hand falling down. “But you manage to keep calm during a fight and come up with a strategy in the middle of it. Even when you are going head first into the danger.” He tilted his head towards Bakugou.

“...I’ll admit back when I first met you I didn’t know why a guy like you would want to be a hero.” Bakugou tensed at this, face already scrunching up to retort, but Kaminari kept going. “Now, though.. I realize you fit right in.” He grinned, something soft about his gaze. “People can talk shit all they want but you are one of the most dedicated and determined people to be a Hero out there. I like that about you.”

Whatever comeback he’d had ready died in his mouth, blinking down at Kaminari in a daze.

“Oh.” He really didn’t know what to say, the words ‘I like that about you’ echoing in his head. His neck was starting to feel a little too hot and he cursed these inconvenient feelings for it. But for once the compliment Kaminari threw his way felt genuine, and it was making his insides feel warm in a different way. “...Thanks.” He settled for in the end, in a low grumble, making Kaminari laugh while he reached backwards for his phone.

“Don’t mention it man.” He messed with the touch screen for a moment, still smiling. “I just said what was on my mind. Taking a page off Tsuyu’s book.”

There’s a pause, Bakugou trying and failing to get back to his cube before he groaned, letting it dangle loosely off his hands.

“Then I’ll just say what’s on mine .” At that Kaminari looked up, meeting Bakugou’s scowl. “You give yourself too little credit.” His eyes went wide but Bakugou went on. “Don’t give me that incredulous look. You are so focused on others you forget what you are already fucking good at. Using support items to use your quirk more effectively isn’t a weakness . You are obviously a team player and work better when others are involved. You are just shitty at working on your own because you forget you have a brain in there to think .”

“Wow, you’re so sweet.”

“ Shut up , my point is--” He’s glaring, even when he’s clearly trying to pay the other a compliment. “You--are plenty fucking cool .” Kaminari’s eyes seem like they are going to bulge out of his head, mouth agape,and Bakugou couldn’t stand looking at him, shoving his hand on the other’s face and making him let out a startled noise. “You know what you have to work on already so instead of comparing yourself go do that, dumbass!”

Kaminari pushed at Bakugou’s hand to get it off his face and after a moment Bakugou removed it, Kaminari taking a big gulp of air and beaming up at him. “I can’t believe you just paid me a compliment--!”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“You think I’m coooool---”

Bakugou groaned. Why had he even spoken up? Kaminari was going to hold this over his head all day.

But, well...maybe it was worth it, given how genuinely happy he looked about it.

It caught Bakugou off guard each time, how comfortable he found himself in Kaminari’s presence. Even with the flame in his chest constantly present, feeling like it’d consume and burn him, it was easy being around Kaminari. The hard part was swallowing down the feelings bubbling up every time, still a tangled mess, still something Bakugou didn’t know how to act on.

“You’re scared.” Kirishima, the ever voice of reason, commented casually while they were doing homework, eyes fixed on his homework.

Bakugou’s hands curled into fists over his own work. “What kind of shit are you talking out of your ass?! I’m not--”

“Isn’t that why you haven’t done anything yet?” Kirishima finally looked up to him, pointing a pencil his way, making Bakugou flinch. “You’re a straightforward guy. You could have gone up front and said it so many times but you haven’t.” His smile turned understanding. “And hey, it’s alright. Confessing to your crush is scary stuff. You never know how things are going to change.”

Bakugou was fuming, teeth gritting and fists curling and uncurling, choosing an innocent page filed with formulas to fiddle with between his hands. He hunched his shoulders, face pinched as he looked down. He didn’t want to admit that maybe Kirishima was right, on some level. Because blurting out his feelings would make things complicated and maybe, just maybe , he was afraid of things changing.

Nowadays unpredictable things were the norm for them all, never knowing if tomorrow would bring another villain assault. Before, his only constant had been the praise of people, the knowledge that he was strong, the expectations on his shoulders. So much of that had crumbled or changed by now; his world had shifted so much ever since walking into U.A, and now having this one new constant in his life, something like friendship , it was too good to let go off.

Sensing his inner turmoil by how he was crushing the poor page, Kirishima sighed. “Look, I’m just saying, you never know until you take that leap. Kaminari’s not the kind of guy who’d stop hanging out with you because of that.” He patted his chest confidently with a fist. “A true man confesses his feelings even when it’s scary !!! That’s what I believe !!” He grinned. “And I believe in you .”

After a moment Bakugou sighed deeply, letting go off the page he’d crushed beyond recognition. “Save me the pep talk, Kirishima.” He scowled up at him, but there was no bite behind it. One corned of his mouth was even curled up, like he was fighting to smile back. “I ain’t scared , just you fucking wait.”

He wondered why it was so much easier dealing with villain attacks or the crazy challenges U.A would throw at them sometimes than doing something as simple as telling your crush you liked them. Curse being a teenager in love.

But even if the fear was present, perhaps taking that leap was more important; when everything felt like it could change any minute, maybe it was best to use the chances given to him, to have a silly sense of normalcy by letting Kaminari know how he felt.

Which brings him back to the present time, Kaminari waving a hand in front of his face, close to swatting him.

“Uh, Bakugou? You okay? You look like you’ve been spacing out.”

Bakugou catches the hand, lowering it away from his face. “I’m fine.”

Kaminari looks unconvinced but shrugs, turning back to what he was reading. “And here I thought you got distracted by my handsome face.”

Bakugou huffs but Kaminari isn’t exactly wrong. He crosses his arms, tilting his head to peek at what Kaminari is reading. Noticing, Kaminari shifts a little closer, shoulders bumping together and putting the book in the middle. The initial touch of their shoulders almost makes him flinch but he eases into it, subtly pressing closer.

“You like poetry too, Bakugou?”

“Not really.” He has never been drawn to it, preferring more direct and action packed reading rather than poetry’s usual flowery and metaphorical language. Somehow it doesn’t surprise him Kaminari enjoys it, though. It’s just like him. “‘m not a sappy romantic like you.”

“Figures.” Kaminari chuckles, idly passing to the next page. His eyes skim the words before he parts his lips to speak again, voice mellow as he recites.

“...His very being is like a bonfire lighting up the night

burning brightly and brashly.

He is like a scarlet rose in the middle of a the garden

blooming beautifully, but cautiously.

He is everything you long for,

he is everything you cannot touch;

for the mere grace of his skin would hurt you,

for the smallest brush of his lips would burn you.

But for him, oh, for him,

you would gladly ache and burn.”

Bakugou did not imagine the way Kaminari leaned more against him as he talked, or the way his eyes shifted to look at him as he spoke the last words. His heart is hammering in his chest and there’s a familiar warmth at the back of his neck and ears, hand curling tightly on his pant leg.

He doesn’t see a reason why he should be so flustered over some cheesy little poem Kaminari choose to read out loud, but it’s impossible not to when it felt like he was dedicating it to him with the way he looked almost expectantly up at him. The space between them is nonexistent by now, arms pressed flush together. If he bends down the few centimeters that separate them, he could even--

“What do you think?” Kaminari’s question makes him blink, sitting up straighter. His brow scrunches up, letting out a puff of air.

“I’m going to barf from how fucking corny it is.” But he can’t deny that hearing the way Kaminari’s voice lowered and softened as he recited it was nice, words flowing naturally out of his mouth.

Kaminari traces the words with his fingers and looking closely, there’s a hint of pink on his cheeks. “It...makes me think of you, actually.”

It takes a moment for it to sink in. And then Bakugou freezes, palms becoming sweaty.

How is he supposed to take that?

Does this mean Kaminari had been reading it for him after all? He doesn’t get wonder much longer because Kaminari keeps talking after one look at the utter bewilderment in his face.

“It’s like--It fits you? It’s a metaphor, obviously, but well. You do make me think of a bonfire, the way the fire crackles and it brightens up a night...The way people gather around you. It’s hard not to be a little drawn in by you, even when you can be a bit of a loner.” He chuckles. “Or when you get all prickly. A rose is beautiful and eye catching but it is cautious with people who come near it.” He’d been speaking calmly, keeping his cool, but he is starting to seem flustered now, not realizing Bakugou is about to catch on fire where he’s sitting with every word.

“And the rest--Well, um.” He throws a bashful look Bakugou’s way before he averts his gaze. It’s quiet, awkwardly so for a few beats before Bakugou swallows, deciding to act. Because damn it, Kaminari can’t be sitting here spewing poetry at him and not know what he’s doing to him.

“What about the rest.” He somehow manages to keep his voice even, low, and it makes Kaminari look up, eyes wide. Bakugou swallows the lump in his throat, knowing he shouldn’t get hopeful but he’s not so blind to see there’s something in the air around them, something Kaminari left out, and the way his cheeks heat up is enough proof.

Ever so subtly, they had moved closer again. He wonders if this close, Kaminari can hear the rush of his blood, loud in his own ears.

“...He is everything you long for…” Kaminari recites again, quietly, looking him up and down, before mustering up a sheepish smile. “I...Would you consider that a love confession?”

There’s a pause.

Bakugou groans , running a hand over his face in exasperation, knowing it is flushed red by now. A love confession . “Are. Are you fucking really --”

“Listen listen, okay--” Kaminari flails with his hands, laughing in embarrassment and perhaps a hint of panic. “I didn’t think it through ! I saw the poem, thought of you and It just--happened ! It’s out, okay I--” He settles down a little, smiling up at Bakugou. “I...really like you .” He only manages to maintain eye contact for two seconds before his face reddens and he covers it with both hands under his glasses, whining and flopping on his pillow.

“Shit. I said it.”

Bakugou is still in a bit of a daze that his big, silly crush just confessed to him, and what’s more, he did so in one of the sappiest ways possibles.

But more importantly .

“I can’t believe you beat me to it and with a fucking sappy poem of all things.”

It takes a second for Kaminari to react and then his hands fly away from his face, crooking his glasses, and looking up at him with hope, eyes shining.

“You--” He scrambles to sit up again, suddenly getting all up in Bakugou’s face and unable to form a sentence. “What do you--I beat you to---”

Bakugou grips his arms and and puts some distance between them, frowning. “Exactly what you heard or are you deaf ?!” He huffs, shutting his eyes and taking a moment to breathe deeply and count to ten, trying to calm the fireworks in his belly. When he opens his eyes again, Kaminari has an expectant soft look and Bakugou sighs, hold loosening on Kaminari, letting the words finally slip free, even if his own voice sounds too quiet to be his, even if the words taste foreign yet sweet in his mouth.

“I...like you too.”

It takes a moment before Kaminari’s face is splitting in a grin. “Oh my god. You like meeeeeee---”

Bakugou grimaces. He should have known. “Don’t be insufferable about this---”

“You liiiike me~” Even when he’s chiming teasingly, he looks terribly happy and Bakugou’s heart is practically doing somersaults in his chest.

“Yeah and you like me , smart ass, congratulations!”

“I do!” Kaminari beams, startling Bakugou when his hands grab his, giving them a squeeze.“...I do.” He repeats, more quietly, eyes glinting with affection. Bakugou is drawn in by that look, frown relaxing. He wonders what kind of face he’s making, if Kaminari can see the fondness he holds for him in his eyes too.

He sighs heavily, slumping forward and resting his head against Kaminari’s shoulder, closing his eyes. He needs a moment. He lightly squeezes Kaminari’s hands back, delighting at the contact, even though his palms--or perhaps both of them--are a little sweaty.

“Hey…” Kaminari speaks hushedly after a few beats and Bakugou grunts in acknowledgement. “Be honest with me here, wasn’t the poem super romantic? I totally made your heart skip a beat didn’t I?”

Bakugou opens his eyes and lifts his head just to level him with an incredulous stare.

“No.” Kaminari pouts at this, disappointed. Bakugou rolls his eyes, averting his eyes. “...Maybe a little.”

Kaminari grins, tilting his head up. “ Just a little?~”

Bakugou’s reply is in the form of a scrunched up nose and pink cheeks, making Kaminari giggle. When he shifts his gaze back to him, he realizes they have once more moved into each other’s space, faces just a few inches apart. Bakugou’s eyes can’t help but wander to Kaminari’s lips for a moment, which are slightly parted and curled up at the corners.

He can’t really count all the times he has wondered if Kaminari’s lips are as soft as they look.

Subtly he leans forward some more, eyes shifting back up to gauge Kaminari’s reaction. His heart catches in his throat as he’s just in time to see Kaminari look up from Bakugou’s lips, face reddening when their eyes meet. He’s so close he can see his throat bob as he swallows.

Bakugou lifts up a tentative hand, brushing his fingers over Kaminari’s cheek before cupping his face with a gentleness no one would expect of him. Kaminari’s breath hitches and Bakugou can’t help a small, satisfied smirk.

“Whose heart skipped a beat just now , huh?”

Kaminari huffs out a laugh, hands reaching up to hold onto the front of Bakugou’s shirt and pulling. “Shut up and kiss me already.”

That’s all the prompting Bakugou needs to bend down the last stretch between them, kissing Kaminari like he’d wanted to do for so long. The kiss is chaste and a little uncomfortable, Kaminari’s glasses too far down his nose, crooked and bumping against Bakugou’s nose, but it makes Bakugou feel tingly all over nevertheless. He wonders if that’s Kaminari’s quirk at effect here.

He pulls away minutely to slide the glasses off Kaminari’s face. “They look nice but get in the way.”

Kaminari perks up. “So you do like th--Hmph--” Bakugou doesn’t let him finish, pulling him in by the back of his head to resume kissing, tilting his head to the side this time to slot their lips better. He feels Kaminari shiver, kissing back eagerly, before Bakugou feels like a small electric shock just went through him, making his hair stand on end and his skin to really feel tingly. He lets out a surprised grunt and Kaminari leans back first, looking embarrassed.

“Did you--” Bakugou blinks dazedly at him and notices his hair is poofier, standing up a little. Kaminari nods, hands rising up to pat down Bakugou’s hair which had also stood up.

“Sorry, I--didn’t think my quirk would do that.” When Kaminari lowers his hands from his hair and brushes past his cheeks his touch feels, literally, electric, but not in an unpleasant way. It almost just... tickles .

To brush away his embarrassment Kaminari throws him a grin and a wink. “Guess I just can’t control myself around you--You could say that kiss.. .shocked me--”

“No--”

If possibly Kaminari’s grin only grew, wiggling his eyebrow at Bakugou. “Babe, your lips are electrifying , you make me feel all tingly-- ”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up--” Bakugou groans, lifting up his hands to ruffle Kaminari’s hair back down, feeling the static under his fingers. It’s kinda nice, actually. “You’re the one with the electric quirk dumbass, it should be the other way around--”

“So...I make you feel all tingly?”

“You make me feel shockingly annoyed.”

Kaminari pouts. “Mean. I can’t believe my boyfriend would say that--Ah.” He covers his mouth as soon as he finishes, face flushing and eyes widening. Bakugou wears a matching look. “I mean.”

Boyfriend.

Would it be too sudden to call each other that? They really had just laid the cards on the table and acknowledge they like each other.

And yet Bakugou kind of likes how that rings in his ears.

Fuck it.

“Kaminari.” The mentioned blinks at him. Bakugou knows what his face must look like--brow furrowed, tense, almost like he’s going to ask Kaminari to fight him in the back of the school, but his voice comes out surprisingly soft. “...Go out with me.”

There’s the slightest shift in the air again, like it’s charged with electricity, and Kaminari’s hair puffs out, hair standing in all directions. He grins from ear to ear, practically vibrating with energy.

“Yeah! Yes, yes, yes--” Bakugou is too slow to react and Kaminari effectively tackles him down on the bed, arms wrapped around him. He pushes himself up on his elbows to smile down at him, eyes creased. “Never thought I’d see the day you asked someone out. I’m honored ?”

Bakugou huffs, his chest feeling light, making his lips curl at the corners. “Damn right, you better be.”

“If we are going out…” Kaminari hums, something glinting in his eyes. “Does that mean I get to call you Katsuki ?”

Bakugou splutters, letting out incoherent noises. He doesn’t really dislike the way his name sounds in Kaminari’s mouth.

Kaminari looks even more devious upon managing to fluster him. “ Katsuki you’re so cute when you get embarrassed like that--”

“I’m going to kill you--” Kaminari laughs and yelps as a very embarrassed Bakugou wrestles him down on the mattress, glaring down at him but effectively failing to look threatening even when he’s got Kaminari pinned down by the wrists. Kaminari arches an eyebrow at him, tilting his head to the side.

“Are you going to kiss me to my death, is that what’s going on here?” He chuckles, eyes shining with mirth, but fondness. “That wouldn’t be a bad way to go.”

Bakugou grumbles before letting go off Kaminari’s wrists and simple plopping down on top of him, making him let out a wheeze. “Wait, Bakugou, babe, you’re crushing me--” With his hands now free he pats and pushes at Bakugou’s chest. “Okay, I’m dying, you win, I won’t call you Katsuki.”

“...I didn’t say you couldn’t.. .” He mumbles as he lifts up on his elbows, pushing their faces close. Their noses brush before he plants another kiss on Kaminari’s lips, speaking against his mouth as he pulls away. “... Denki .”

Kaminari whines, curling up sideways and hiding his reddening face on the pillow. “ Now I’m dead, yep. We haven’t even gone on one date and you already killed me. My ghost will haunt you !”

“You’re so dramatic--” Bakugou rolls his eyes, sitting up. He glances at the glasses he’d taken off Kaminari’s face, close to the edge of the bed now from all their shifting and grabs them to put them away. But he looks at them curiously and without thinking slips them on, blinking. The lenses are actually a pinkish hue in color.

“Eugh, it’s like looking at the world with a pink filter, what the fuck.”

Kaminari looks up at him then, eyes widening. “ Cute .” He blurts out and Bakugou startles, quickly taking the glasses off.

“Shut up. Here.” As Kaminari sits up, he shoves the glasses back in his hands. Kaminari chuckles, shaking his head as he settles them on the desk.

“Don’t need them now. ‘sides--” He smiles, crooning. “When I’m with you I always see la vie en rose ~”

Bakugou rolls his eyes but Kaminari decides to go on, catching Bakugou’s hands and pressing one of his cheeks to Bakugou’s, humming quietly against his ear. “ When you press me to your heart, I'm in a world apart~A world where roses bloom~”

“First, you recite poetry to me, next you serenade me?” Bakugou sounds exasperated but there’s fondness in the way he smiles a little, tilting his head, nose brushing the side of Kaminari’s temple.

“Do you know how long I’ve liked you ?” Is what Kaminari answers with, pushing himself back to pout at Bakugou. “I can’t help myself now ! I have so many romantic moves I’ve wanted to pull out !”

Bakugou can’t deny he is curious about that first question. But he’s going to save it for another time. He ultimately sighs. “You’re ridiculous .”

“Ridiculously romantic !” He lifts his hands in the air. “Guilty as charged.”

Before he can retort, an alarm goes off from Kaminari’s phone. He watches him as he stands up to check, with an arched brow before his eyes widen in realization.

“Oh shoot! I forgot I promised Mina we’d hang out in a few.” He scratches the top of his head. “Bet she set this alarm herself when I wasn’t lookin’. She knows me.”

Bakugou stands up from the bed as well. “Scatter brain.” Kaminari sticks his tongue out at him for that, dropping the phone back on the bedside table.

“I think this time I have a good excuse for forgetting.” He hip-checks Bakugou as he moves to his wardrobe, pulling out several pieces of clothing at once and laying them out on the bed to choose from.

“Don’t let me distract you, then.” Bakugou snorts. He’s perhaps disappointed their moment got cut short, but he should probably let Kaminari be. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and goes for the door. “Get ready and don’t keep Ashido waiting.”

“Yeah, yeah--Ah, wait !” Just as Bakugou is stepping out into the hall, Kaminari leans one hand on the doorframe. Bakugou turns. He looks giddy, but Bakugou can see the nervous and expectant edge to his smile. “Hey, um--A-Are you free on Sunday?”

Bakugou blinks, thinking back for a moment before nodding. Kaminari fidgets in place, taking in a small breath. “You...You wanna go on a date then?”

Bakugou imperceptible straightens in place at that, caught off guard.

A date. Like a real one .

Without his consent, his heart flutters wildly at the thought.

“...No good?” Kaminari murmurs when he takes too long to reply and he frowns, because Kaminari is looking down at his feet, unsure, and it just doesn’t fit him.

“ Yes .” He blurts out, too loudly, startling Kaminari. Bakugou clicks his tongue, feeling his face flush. “I mean--Yeah, let’s go on a damn date. Sunday.”

Kaminari’s eyes brighten at that. “Great ! I--I’ll text you later and we can decide where to go, yeah?”

“Sure.”

There’s a pause, a moment of hesitation before Kaminari takes a step forward and leans a little on his tip toes, pressing a kiss to Bakugou’s lips. It’s too quick for Bakugou to react to but when Kaminari pulls away he can feel the static between them, lips parted and tingly. Kaminari’s smile is radiant as he leans back into the room.

“Sunday, then.”

Bakugou can only nod dumbly and stare at the door as Kaminari disappears behind it. It takes him a moment before he turns on his heel towards the elevators to get back to his room.

He lifts a hand to his mouth, fingers brushing his lips. He’s glad he’s alone in the halls so no one can ask about the grin that he fails to fight off.

Life for them is colored in hues of unpredictability, every day could represent a new challenge, a new danger.

But when he pictures Kaminari’s smile, the shine on his eyes, or replays the feeling of his lips on his, it really feels like he is looking through rose colored lenses, for a few simple, quiet moments.

#bakukami #bakugou katsuki #kaminari denki #bnha #boku no hero academia #sonny writes

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porkchop-ao3 · 6 years

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may i request rick and reader having a classic case of body/mind switcharoo (maybe rick's invention got them into that conundrum) and ya just know our nasty ol' grandpa is gonna get some ideas here

Thank you so much for this amazing request!! I beamed when I got it, it’s genius xD

This one threw up a couple interesting challenges; namely settling on the right pronouns to use and figuring out who the hell should be stuttering… Good thing @xerxezra was there to help me out ;)

Just over 5k words. Had a lot of fun writing it, enjoy!

“Come on, baby j-just a little longer.” Rick pleaded, blocking the front door and gripping my shoulders. I sighed and gave him a weary look.

“No. I have work to do, I said I’d help you harvest those seed things, and now I really have to go.” I groaned, thinking of that huge pile of paperwork I had to go through over the weekend.

“I-I-I know, and thank you, I appreciate your help with that, but don’t you wanna know what those seeds do?” He asked, stepping closer into my space, letting his eyes wander over my features, pausing on my lips.

“You’re probably about to tell me, regardless.” I noted, tilting my head at him expectantly.

“I can… I can extract the oil from inside them.” He told me, a smirk forming on his face. “And that oil it- it can get us high. It’s a really intense, mind blowing experience, baby, or- or so I’ve heard…” He trailed off, glancing away from me.

“So you want me to stay here and get stoned with you instead of doing my work? Sorry Rick.” I said, trying to duck past him. He grabbed me again, shaking his head.

“N-no, no, no. Hear me out. The high, it only lasts like ten minutes, I’m not gonna keep you much longer! I j-just really wanna try this, and I need a partner. What fun is getting high alone?” He pleaded, rubbing my arms and flashing me this persuasive smile. “Come on, I thought you were adventurous.”

I considered his proposition for a while, giving him an unimpressed glower the entire time. He knew that I was busy, but he also know I was extremely curious, and it wouldn’t take much to convince me to try anything. “Fine. I’ll stay a little longer. But if I’m not out of that door by seven, we’re gonna have issues.” I sighed.

“That’s my girl.” He grinned triumphantly, and guided me by the small of my back through to his garage. He pulled out a chair for me and gestured for me to sit while he gathered a few things; the bag of seeds, a pestle and mortar, and a pipette. He was a quick worker, shaking a few of the small seeds, that resembled millet, into the dish. He ground them up, turning them into a mushy pulp in a few minutes; the more he ground, the more the substance seemed to separate, and there was soon a fine film of yellow oil rising to the top. He used the pipette to gather up the oil, extracting a generous amount. He then sat down in an office chair of his own and wheeled closer to me, reaching out to stroke my thigh.

“So what, do we just swallow it?” I asked, eyeing up the pipette.

“Essentially.” He shrugged. “You, uh, you ready?” He asked, and I nodded, opening my mouth. Instead of serving it to me, he squeezed the entire thing into his own mouth, then took my jaw in his hand and moved in for a kiss. His tongue entered my mouth, mingling with mine and sharing the oil with me. It didn’t taste like much, pretty similar to vegetable oil or something. Rick continued to explore my mouth, groaning quietly as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. When we finally parted, I swallowed the cocktail of saliva and oil down, and Rick seemed to do the same before dragging his sleeve across his mouth.

I sunk back into my chair, waiting for it to kick in and show me that incredible experience Rick had been so excited about. I kept my eye on him, observing his reaction to the drug, and only seeing an unnerving smirk. A few minutes passed and nothing happened, not even a little light headedness, I frowned.

“How long does it usually take to kick in?” I asked, and Rick shrugged, that amused smirk still firmly on his face.

“I don’t know, i-it probably should’ve done something by now. Maybe we picked duds.” He explained, and I cocked a brow at him.

“Duds? Right… this better not be some sort of prank. Like that stuff’s gonna make me shit myself in ten minutes or… or turn me into a plant person. Some weird bullshit.” I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Hey, I swallowed it too. I’m hardly gonna- I’m not trying to screw myself over. I’m just as pissed as you are.” He waved his hand dismissively.

“You look like the damn Cheshire cat. You’re up to something.” I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Baby, would I do anything to put you in danger?” He asked, sliding his hands up my thighs and leaning close to my face.

“Probably.” I said, and he scoffed in offence, pulling away from me.

“Nothing bad’s gonna happen. I-it didn’t work. You can go now, s-since you’re so desperate to get away from me.” He said sourly, wheeling his chair away and tidying up his bench. I watched him for a while, not wanting to leave on a bad note. I rose to my feet and approached him, rubbing his shoulders and bending down to peck the top of his head.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” I whispered, and he grumbled something under his breath.

“You sure will. M-make sure you get a good night’s sleep.” He said. It was on odd thing for Rick to say.

“Huh?”

“Just saying. You’ve been working too hard.” He shrugged, not turning to look at me.

“Oh, okay. I will.” I told him, squeezing his shoulder. And with that, I headed home.

I awoke feeling dazed, groggy and uncomfortable. I’d been working on that paperwork late into the night, and by the way my back ached and the surface I was laying on felt stiff and unforgiving, I realised that I probably hadn’t made it to my soft, cushy bed. I didn’t want to open my eyes, knowing I’d see the piles of paper scattered all over my living room in front of my sofa. I hadn’t quite finished, but I was almost there; I just wasn’t quite ready to face it.

It was only when I heard voices that I realised something wasn’t quite right. I recognised them, a girl and a boy, young. Squabbling. What the hell were Summer and Morty doing in my house? I whipped off my blanket and sat up on my sofa- no, bed- no, wait… a dizzying degree of confusion hit me as I looked around Rick’s bedroom, wondering how the fuck I had got here. Had the drugs really worked and I’d just gone on a massive bender, completely imagining going home and working? What a boring high that would’ve been. I frowned as I tried to remember what had happened, idly reaching down to scratch my balls as I thought.

“Wait, what in the fuck?” I exclaimed, my voice coming out gravelly and deep. I shot up from the cot, staring down at my body in absolute horror, my pale, wrinkly, skinny old man body. I rubbed at my skin, feeling it’s looseness, feeling the jut of bone at my ribs and hips, peeking inside my briefs to find a cock and bollocks sitting in there. “Holy shit. What the fuck? What the actual fuck?” I murmured, racing over to where a mirror sat in the corner of the room. Rick’s face stared back at me, looking more shaken than I’d ever seen him in my life. I stepped closer, breathing quickly as I turned my head this way and that, inspecting myself from all angles. I was him. How fucking high was I? Was I having some sort of identity crisis? Had those drugs fucked with my head so much that I could no longer remember who I was? I had to text Rick, see where he was and ask him what the hell- but I was Rick. Where the fuck was I?

I took a few breaths to steady myself, holding onto the dresser in front of me for dear life. When I no longer felt like I was going to pass out, I searched for some clothes, finding Rick’s usual attire strewn across the floor. I got dressed hastily, and gingerly peeked outside the bedroom door. The coast was clear, so I made a beeline for the garage. I was almost there, hand on the doorknob, when I was caught.

“Hey Rick, y-you uh, you need any help on any adventures today?” It was Morty. I cursed under my breath.

“N-n-no, Morty.” I said, stopped momentarily in my tracks by the way my words wouldn’t come out at will. I had Rick’s stutter? “I just have to go and see Ri- uh, (y/n) about… something.”

“Oh, okay. What about those seed things you ne-needed to get?” He asked and I turned to look at him.

“Oh, (y/n) helped me w-with that. You can um, ca-catch up on homework or something today.” I told him, turning back and entering the garage.

“Homework?” He said in amusement, following me in. I mentally berated myself, I knew Rick better than that, he would never encourage Morty to do something so responsible.

“I mean, p-play video games. I was being sarcastic.” I amended, opening up the garage door with the remote. I turned to him, gearing up to use the irritated tone I’d so often seen Rick direct at the poor kid. “Anyway, leave me alone. I’ve got s-s-stuff to do.” I said, immediately feeling guilty when Morty silently did what he was told with a disgruntled nod.

I climbed into Rick’s ship, thanking my lucky stars for that one time Rick had been too drunk to fly us home from a bar and I’d had to learn how to drive the thing. I headed towards my house, hoping I’d find myself there and get some answers… I shook my head and groaned, realising just how fucking insane it all seemed. I landed the ship on my driveway and quickly clambered out, rushing over to my front door and hammering on it until it gave way. And there I was. Wearing nothing but a flirty smile; a smile that although was planted on my face, definitely belonged to Rick. It took me a minute to come to my senses, but when I did I shoved the woman inside, slamming the door behind me.

“Hey handsome.” She said… he said? He licked his lips and gave me a twirl. I saw my own body from angles I never had before, and for a moment I was fascinated.

“W-wh- ugh.” I stomped in frustration, developing a stutter overnight was not helping my situation when communication was something I so desperately needed. “What the fuck is happening?” I finally spat.

“Cool, right? How many times have you jerked off this morning?” Rick asked, wandering back into my living room. I followed him closely, glancing around the room; all of my paperwork had been pushed aside, and in its place was my collection of sex toys. I gasped and flushed deep red at the sight.

“Jerked off? I-I-I’ve been concentrating on not passing out!” I exploded, watching as he dropped back down onto the couch, spreading his legs and using my pink bullet vibrator to circle his ‘borrowed’ clit, as if it was the most mundane thing in the world.

“Would you relax? I thought it would be fun to mix things up.” He said, closing his eyes and leaning his head back, sighing softly.

“So you planned this? This isn’t some f-freaky friday shit that just hap-happened to us by accident?” I asked, approaching him slowly. I tilted my head, observing my own form touching herself, something I never thought I’d see from this position. A hot tightness began to grow inside my pants, and I glanced down to see a slight bulge begin to make an appearance. I cursed under my breath, not really knowing what to do with that information. I was getting a boner over myself… who was Rick… whose body I was currently inside. My head swam and I covered my face, taking more deep breaths.

“Of course I planned this. This is what those seeds do.” Rick shrugged, looking me up and down as he put on a show, pushing two fingers inside himself- inside my body.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” I exclaimed, pulling my hands away from my face and staring at him with a slack jaw.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He grinned.

“Yeah, well, y-y-you definitely did that.” I laughed humourless, shaking my head. “If I have a heart attack right now, who dies? You or me?” I asked.

“Huh, good question. I don’t actually know.” He shrugged, and I gaped at him in horror. “But you know what always calms me down?” He asked.

“What?”

“A nice, relaxing blow job.” He said, putting the vibrator aside and rising to his feet. He approached me, stroking his hands over my chest and looking me over, eyes settling on the half hard cock in my pants. “Sit down, baby. Let me show you how good you make me feel.” He said quietly, trailing a hand down my chest and cupping my junk. The touch stirred something in me, bringing warmth to my gut and making me buck. I was easily led over to the couch and pushed down, then he was sinking to his knees in front of me.

“Y-you’re about to suck your own cock.” I pointed out, and he chuckled.

“Yeah, teenage me would be thrilled.” He snorted, and I smirked in amusement. Something about Rick’s presence and his causal, unaffected attitude were really starting to calm me down. Or maybe it was the hands on my body, stroking my thighs and moving closer to my arousal. A low groan escaped me before Rick even touched me there, and his eyes shot up to me in amusement. “This is going to be fun.” He said.

My pants were unbuckled and pulled down, underwear following them. My eyes widened as I watched my cock spring free… my fucking cock. I felt like I was going crazy. Rick eyed it up, taking it in his hand and giving it a few slack-handed strokes as I kicked my shoes and pants off, leaving them in a pile by Rick’s knees.

“Wow, never seen it from this angle before. My balls hang real low these days, huh?” He commented, looking thoughtful. His grip tightened, pace increasing. The tightness I felt increased, a sort of pressure building beneath my skin as Rick brought me to full hardness; an involuntary groan rose from the back of my throat. It felt different to what I usually felt, I couldn’t place how. All I knew was that it felt good, and even better when I was engulfed in hot, wetness, Rick taking the head into his mouth and running his tongue around in circles, before he pushed deeper, drawing me further into his mouth.

“Ohh fuck.” I groaned, fidgeting on the sofa, my fingers gripping onto it with white-knuckles. Rick moaned, sending vibrations all over the sensitive tip, and I shuddered. He started moving, bobbing his head up and down along my shaft, painting stripes of heat and pleasure each time. The longer he went, the tighter that pressure felt, and I was struck with the urge to buck my hips, chase those pleasurable sensations until I got some relief, to alleviate that pressure. I resisted that urge, having no clue what was too much, I didn’t want to hurt him; instead, I stroked my fingers through his hair. It was strange, looking down at my own face, touching my own hair, being outside of that body. I almost felt embarrassed, seeing myself like that, knowing this was what Rick saw every time I did this for him; it was an incredibly jarring experience. It did nothing to take away from the tightness building in my gut though, ready to explode.

“What do you think, baby? Feels good?” He pulled off to ask, jerking me with a tight grip that pushed me to the edge; I had no idea how to stop myself and before I knew it- before Rick new it, I was having an orgasm. I bucked my hips, thrusting into the hand around me, crying out at this familiar yet different sensation. Just like the orgasms I had experienced in my own body, it came in waves, but there was more of a sense of relief that came with it, that came with shooting a load. I slumped back against the sofa once the pleasure dissipated, panting loudly.

“Fuck… I’m sorry.” I sighed, my breath hitching when Rick put his mouth on me again, lapping up the cum dripping down my shaft.

“Mm, ’s okay sweetie. I guess that answers my question.” He laughed, rising up from the floor and straddling my thighs. I looked up, taking in the view before me. It was a rare thing, having Rick straddle me like this, I supposed he was filling my role quite nicely. “We’ve got plenty of time, baby. Show’s not over yet.”

“Huh? H-how long are we gonna be like this?” It suddenly occurred to me to ask.

“Only for a year.” He told me, and I choked on my own spit as I gasped. I heard him laughing as I coughed, trying my damnedest to recover. “I’m kidding. Nah, it’s just until we go to sleep again.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I breathed, dropping my head back against the sofa. Rick seemed to be waiting for me, giving me this little smile like he wanted something. I glanced over his new body, so very familiar to me, eyes settling on what was between those legs. Now, I knew that pussy like the back of my hand, in fact I’d say I was an expert on it, but having it attached to another person was a whole different ball game. I shook the thought from my head and just went with my instincts. “Turn around.” I said.

Rick gave me a strange look and stood up, turning his back to me. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back down on top of me, and urged him to lean his head back against my shoulder. He didn’t need prompting to part his legs for me, bracing his feet on the coffee table in front of us to keep himself steady. I brought my hands over his body, cupping those breasts and playing with his nipples just like I did so often to myself. Being in this position, it was almost like I was touching myself, and muscle memory seemed to kick in. I slipped my hand between his legs, finding his clit and rubbing in slow circles; alternating between that and stroking my fingertips over the folds. My fingers were slick, Rick had clearly been enjoying himself long before I’d even turned up, and it didn’t take long before he was letting loose soft moans, wiggling in my lap.

I pushed two fingers inside with my other hand, hooking them and finding his sweet spot with practiced ease. Rick’s breath picked up as I touched him how I’d touch myself, simultaneous stimulation to the g-spot and clit having its effect quickly and easily.

“Oh God, fuck, that feels good.” He told me breathlessly, subtly rocking back and forth. “You know why I did this now?” He asked.

“Because you wanted t-to know what it was like to have a pussy?” I guessed, and although Rick chuckled, I was wrong.

“No one knows how to make you feel good more than yourself. So I knew fucking like this would be the bomb.” He told me, following his words with a groan. He turned his head, burying his face in my neck as I worked more vigorously, circling his clit nice and fast as I worked his g-spot with deep, hard strokes. Usually at this point I’d be close, and by the sounds he was making it seemed he was right on schedule.

“Mm, is this the bomb, Rick? You gonna cum with my pussy, hm?” I purred. Rick whined, his legs shaking.

“Fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum.” He groaned, cursing again when I felt him clench around my fingers, then they were squeezing rhythmically, and my hand was flooded with moisture. Rick kicked his legs as he came, groaning out loud and long; I was sure I never made that much noise myself. I slowed my movements gradually, making sure to ease off his clit long before I removed my fingers, knowing just how painfully sensitive he’d be there.

“Was that good?” I asked, lifting my fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean whilst he caught his breath.

“Holy shit you chicks have it so good. You know how long that orgasm is- Jesus Christ it feels like it’s never gonna end.” He exclaimed. I hummed in acknowledgement, smirking at him as I manhandled him off of me, pushing him down into the sofa face down. “Woah, what’re you doing?” He asked, arousal thick in his voice. I shrugged off the lab coat and sweater I was wearing, tossing them aside.

I stroked myself, quickly finding a pace that suited me. It wasn’t long before I was hard again, and I wondered whether it was narcissistic that staring at my own ass, and the glistening pussy lips peeking out between those legs, had helped me to get there.

“You want me to fuck you, Rick?” I asked, kneeling behind him and grinding against him, getting my length nice and slick.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He growled; it was strange hearing that tone in my voice. It sounded like me, but had an undeniable Rick-quality.

“Want me to pound that pussy of yours with my new cock?” I continued, grinning to myself. I was really coming to enjoy the change in dynamics, being stronger than Rick for once, having a little more control over the situation. It was a refreshing switch, and while I wouldn’t want the responsibility all of the time, once in a while might be nice.

“Mm, yeah, go on baby. I wanna know what it feels like to be bred.” He said, and his words knocked the wind out of me. I was surprised to see my cock jump, my muscles tightening with a hot flash of arousal, and I could no longer wait. I lined up, pushing into him with a smooth thrust, all but collapsing over the top of him when I was buried in his tight heat.

“Oh my God.” I groaned, leaning over Rick and holding myself up with my hands on either side of his head. I had to hold still for a while, adjusting to the new sensation. Now this was very different to anything I’d experienced before; that hot, pleasurable sensation was familiar, but the tight, comfortable feeling of being inside another person was something alien and, frankly, wonderful.

“See how tight your pussy is, hmm? Now you know how good you make me feel every time I get to sink my dick in you.” Rick said to me, tone gravelly and dirty. “You’re gonna feel like you’re never going to last more than two seconds, but trust me; it’ll pass.”

“This is what it feels like every time?” I asked breathlessly, and he hummed his confirmation and squeezed my dick with his muscles a number of times, shooting hot bursts of pleasure through me. “Fuck…” I sighed, beginning to rock my hips back and forth; it all felt so good, so intense. Rick had been right when he said I’d worry about not lasting…

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me how you wanna be fucked.” He encouraged me, tilting his hips back, giving me a better angle so I could push deeper.

“Ohh that’s so good.” I sighed, picking up the pace, that nervous feeling in my gut quickly dissipating, replaced with some kind of instinctual urge, a sort of pull that evened out my rhythm and gave me a burst of energy I didn’t know I had in me.

“Shit.” Rick gasped, burying his face in the sofa, bouncing with my movements. Quiet little moans were surfacing, and I observed him bring a hand to his chest, groping himself roughly.

“You like that, huh Rick?” I asked, whispering into his ear.

“Yes!” He breathed.

“Is it nice having a thick cock inside you?” I continued filthily. Rick vigorously nodded his head, panting and groaning. “Yeah, I know, baby.” I cooed, pressing a kiss into the side of his neck as I continued to fuck him, hearing the sofa squeaking under the relentless motion.

It was quite the workout; and I knew that if I was in my own body my thighs would be screaming by now, but the vessel I was currently residing in was holding up nicely. Rick was much fitter than I gave him credit for. I straightened up so I could look down and watch myself fucking him, seeing how wet he was when my cock emerged glistening. I moved faster still, chasing my release, eager to feel that satisfying explosion of pleasure and relief.

“Ohh god that feels fucking incredible. I want… I want you to cum inside me. Fill me up, I wanna feel it.” He groaned. I shifted my weight onto one hand, reaching my other between his legs and finding his clit, rubbing it in tight circles. Rick wailed, lifting his head and staring up at the ceiling; I could feel him tightening, muscles clenching, and knew his climax was imminent.

Rick cursed and called out my name, twitching below me as he reached his peak, squeezing me hard and fast and bringing me to my own completion. I bucked hard, anchoring myself deep inside him as I shot a second load, this one filling him up, thick and hot. The room was a cacophony of pants and whimpers, and when I pulled out, I was pleased to watch my cum roll down his leg and drip onto the couch; a mess I’d probably regret making later, but for now couldn’t care less about.

“That was awesome, we gotta- we have to do that again baby. I’m know my rickety old body’s got a few more rounds in him.” Rick said, not moving from his spot; face down ass up on the sofa. Wordlessly, I bent down and buried my mouth between his legs, lapping at a mixture of cum and his own wetness. I took him by surprise, and he gasped, hips rolling under the attention. I pushed my tongue inside him, fucking him with it and cleaning out my ejaculate. I groaned at the taste, I’d swallowed so much of Rick’s cum over the time I’d known him that I’d grown accustomed to the taste. I pulled back and trailed my tongue down the back of his thigh, cleaning him up.

“Turn over for me, baby.” I said, and Rick did just that, staring up at me with wide eyes. His pussy was flushed deep pink, well fucked and engorged, I figured he had another orgasm in him before we took a breather. I laid down between his legs and set to work, slipping two fingers inside him and picking up where my dick left off, grinding against his g-spot to coax a desperate whine from him.

“It’s so fuckin’ sensitive.” He told me when I mouthed his clit, sucking gently. I went easy on him, knowing it’d be a moment before he could take much more than gentle stimulation; after that though, a third orgasm would be mind blowing. I’d always found that to be the case, and considering Rick routinely worked three or four out of me in one session, I thought I’d return the favor.

His oversensitivity was passing, and I could gradually apply more pressure with my tongue, circling it around the hard nub and flicking it back and forth. Rick’s moans were picking up again, and I felt his hand tangle itself in my hair, pushing my head down. I didn’t mind, I understood the urge. I rocked my fingers back and forth over that spot inside him, adding a third finger to give him that satisfying stretch that I knew so well. He began to shift his hips, moving rhythmically and grinding against my face. All of these reactions told me I was drawing him to a third orgasm; they tended to come faster and easier the more I had, and Rick must’ve been feeling that too.

“So close… so fucking good baby, keep going!” He groaned, petting my hair and squeezing his thighs around my head. “Argh, fuck yeah! I’m c-” His voice as cut off with a choked out groan, and I could feel him trembling, cumming on my fingers and drenching my chin; this time, he’d squirted.

I sucked the moisture from his inner thighs, lapping his folds and not letting a drop go to waste. Before he could catch his breath I was crawling up his body, crushing my lips to his and easing my tongue into his mouth to share the taste. He moaned into my lips, cupping my cheeks and wrapping his legs around my hips, drawing me closer. When we broke away, he was just as breathless as before.

“Jesus Christ, I need… I need a rest.” He told me, dropping his head back against the sofa and closing his eyes.

“Alright. But I’m not finished with you; next I want you to ride me.” I told him, moving to sit up on the sofa. Rick chuckled, looking back up at me.

“Wow, you’re uh, you’re really getting into this, huh?” He commented, and I nodded.

“I was never not into this. B-but I would’ve appreciated a heads up, you know? It was a little fucked up; waking up with a dick. Your dick, no less.” I snorted. “Plus, I’m pretty confident this isn’t the first time you’ve fucked yourself.”

“You’d be correct.” He admitted shamelessly.

“Exactly, so maybe it wasn’t so weird for you.” I glanced over at him, letting my eyes wander over my own naked body sitting at the other end of the sofa. “F-for me, it took some getting used to.”

“You like it, though?” He assumed, and I smirked.

“Of course. This is certainly an interesting experience to say the least, an-and I’m going to make sure to make the most of it.” I said, sitting up and turning to lean towards him. “So, you rested up yet? Pretty sure this dick of yours still has some life in it.”

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