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Episode Three: A Grinchy Story

The next morning, the group awoke to find themselves at the Whoville airport. Well, almost everyone in the group, that is. Sam and Gluntz were still snoozing away, both leaning on each other. Pam didn’t want to disturb the two, but they’d probably stay asleep until the plane made its return to Glurfsburg.

She leans forward to shake Sam’s shoulder. “Psst. Sam. Wake up.”

Sam’s eyes flutter open and he straightens up. He rubs

the sleep out of his eyes, yawns and stretches. Gluntz almost face planted on the seat due to Sam no longer supporting her, but the sudden dropping of her head jolted her awake.

“Are we there already?”, Sam asked, his voice still sounding tired.

“Yep. Check it out”, Pam told him, pointing out the window.

Sam and Gluntz smiled at the sight before them. Whoville was a pretty little town built on a hill. It had several brown brick buildings circling every level of the hill with a street running over bridges, which the town seemed to have at least twenty of, if not more. It also appeared that every single house was decorated with at least two hundred bruckles worth of ornaments and tinsel. Further out west, in the flatter region, were more smaller and humbler houses. To the north was a mountain with a footpath leading to a door at the very top.

Even though it couldn’t have been later than seven in the morning, all the Whos were out and about, roaming the streets, either heading to work, running errands or spreading Christmas cheer.

“Wow!”, Sam said, his eyes shimmering with childlike whimsy.

“It’s beautiful”, Gluntz said.

——

Ah, Whoville

A place of Christmas cheer

Their spirit was so high

You’d never known that the Grinch still lived here

But our group stepped off the plane

And barely got to say a sentence of three

When a man in a black suit said…

“Good morning, folks. The mayor has asked to see you. Please come with me.”

Guy looked at the rest with a confused expression. “Is everything all right?”

“Everything’s fine. Just follow me.”

Sam leaned forward and asked, “You didn’t find anything wrong in our bags, right? Because if anyone asks, it’s not mine.”

The man in the suit lowered his head and chuckled to himself. “No, Sam-I-Am. The mayor just asked for an audience with you.”

It all seemed so fast

They’d just walked into the port

Were they in trouble?

Or do the Whos want them to…

You know what? I’m not gonna say that word.

No one else said anything as they followed the man. Pam insisted that no one else say anything, lest they get in trouble. Once outside, they were confronted by the mayor herself.

“Hello and welcome to Whoville. I’m Mayor McGerkle.”

The first one to say anything was Pam. “Hello, Miss Mayor, I’m—”

“I know who you are, Pam-I-Am”, she interrupted. “In fact, I know all of you.”

The group all made suspicious looks at each other.

“How do you know us?”, Michellee asked.

McGerkle held out her hand. One of her bodyguards placed a newspaper in it. She showed them the front page. It was printed from Who.S.A. Today three months ago with the headline: “Unlikely Heroes Bring End To Age Old Feud” with their respective headshots in the adjacent column, said column contained the lengthy interview with the Dookess.

“Oh, that”, Michellee said with an edge of relief in her voice. “Guess you all heard about that too.”

“Are you kidding me? You were all the rage six months ago. It’s not often we get heroes in our town. Well, except for him.” She pointed at the mountain that sat just outside of town. They took a glance at it.

“Who’s in there?”, E.B. asked.

“Why, the Grinch, of course”, McGerkle said matter-of-factly.

“The Grinch?”, Looka asked, just as confused.

McGerkle laughs, turns to her closest bodyguard and remarks with her thumb pointed at the group, “They don’t know about the Grinch.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Miss Mayor”, Guy said with a bit of sarcasm and an eye roll.

“Umm, I know who he is”, Gluntz says.

“Ah! Thank goodness, someone’s aware”, McGerkle said. “Perhaps you could enlighten the rest of your friends, young lady?”

“With pleasure.” Gluntz steps out in front of everyone and begins to explain. “About a year ago, the lovely citizens of Whoville awoke on Christmas morning to find their homes had been broken into during the night.”

“Just like we did yesterday”, E.B. says.

“Yeah. Exactly like that”, Guy said pointing his finger for emphasis.

Gluntz continued, “Despite the robberies, everyone still had their Christmas spirit and sang around the tree in the town center. But, as it turned out, the Grinch was the one who stole their Christmas. Everyone knew how much he loathed the holidays, but never thought he would act on it. Then, just before he tossed their stuff off of Mt. Crumpit, the Whos singing reminded him of what Christmas was really about, so he returned their things, apologized for the theft and became loved throughout the town.”

“Well that’s all at once”, Looka remarks.

“Yeah. Seems like your average ‘true meaning of Christmas’ story to me. But this has to be my favorite telling of it”, Gluntz finishes.

McGerkle motions her hand toward Gluntz as if saying “There you go.” “Now you know. But, goodness gracious me, where are my manners? I came here to let you know that I’ve reserved the penthouse suite in the hotel for you all, free of charge.”

“Really?”, Gluntz asks, filling with excitement. In fact, most of them were. Guy was feeling a smidge suspicious at how quickly they got the attention of the mayor.

“Of course. I’m also offering you a ride to the hotel in my limo. Should you want to, at least.”

It seemed like a good offer

They had to admit

But Guy kept his suspicions in the back of his mind

He didn’t want the mayor to think he was full of…

(…)

Oh, my goodness! I can’t believe that was almost written in the story!

——

Everyone was seated in the mayor’s limousine, which seemed, oddly enough, bigger on the inside than it did on the outside. She even had large thermoses of hot chocolate to the side. They all helped themselves to a cup, but, unfortunately for Guy, the limo hit a bump in the road and his hot chocolate splashed all over himself.

“Ahhh!”, he bellowed out.

“Oh, my goodness!”, McGerkle exclaimed, quickly grabbing a towel from a drawer under her seat. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Am-I! A thousand apologies!”

Guy pats the towel on his chest. “It’s fine.” As he sops up the liquid on his lap this time, he comments to himself, “Thank Seuss I wasn’t holding Junior.”

Speaking of whom, upon hearing his name, the baby began mumbling, “M-…M-…”

Michellee quickly puts her cup down and picks up her son, “Were you gonna say something, Junior?” Her eyes were trembling with tears ready to fall. This had everyone’s attention now.

“What’s going on?”, Mayor McGerkle asks.

“We think my little brother’s about to say his first word”, E.B. explains.

But instead, Junior just laughed. It was a cute laugh, no doubt about that, but he still didn’t say anything.

“Oh, well. Maybe next time”, Michellee says, putting him back in his carrier.

As they continued to drive through the streets of Whoville, Looka and E.B. stared out the window.

“You know? I’d like to explore this town too”, Looka said.

E.B. smiled and looked at him. “I was thinking the same thing.”

——

Before long, they arrived at the hotel. Mayor McGerkle led them to the front desk and said, “The penthouse suite, my treat.”

“Sure thing, Miss Mayor”, the clerk said with a chipper tone. He hands her two sets of room keys, which she then hands off to the octet.

“Here you are. The suite’s on the top floor at the end of the hall.”

“Thank you, Mayor McGerkle. And thanks for the ride too”, Pam says.

“And again, I’m so sorry about the spill, Guy.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Good. I’ll just leave you all to it.” She walks out of the lobby and back into her limo.

They then take an elevator to the top floor. Thankfully, unlike the elevators in either Glurfsburg or Upper Yipville, there aren’t any half-floors to slow things down. By comparison, the ride barely scratched twenty seconds.

Their suite was unlike any room any of them (except perhaps either Pam or Looka) stayed in before. It had its own kitchen with an island in the center, a billiard table, a washer and dryer, a large flatscreen TV, and four bedrooms (one large, one medium and two small).

“Holy Snuvz, this place is enormous!”, Sam exclaimed.

“And high class”, Looka added.

Then Guy gets everyone’s attention. “Okay, now we gotta assign rooms. Michellee, Junior and I’ll take the large bedroom at the end there. Sam, Gluntz, you two’ll take the medium one.”

“Hold on”, Pam busts in. She directs this question to Sam and Gluntz. “Since there’s an extra bed in the medium room, do you mind if I take that one?”

Sam shrugs. “Is that all right?”, he asks Gluntz. She nods. “That’s a yes from both of us.”

Guy continues, “Well, for your information, I was about to suggest that anyway. But I’m glad you have that settled.” He finishes with, “E.B., Looka, you two take the last two rooms.”

——

As everyone was unpacking

In each of their own rooms

Guy began to tell Michellee

All about the mayor he presumes

“She seemed pretty nice to me”, Michellee said.

“Yes, but the last time a politician was nice to me, I was tasked with making a bomb”, retorted Guy.

“Hmm”, Michellee hummed. “That’s true. But McGerkle knows all about that, and Whoville doesn’t seem to be at war with another nation right now. Seriously, Guy, you need to relax. We’re here to have fun, remember?” She puts her hands on his shoulders.

Guy nods. “You’re right. But it’s still too early to let my guard down. Not only that, I’d really like to give whoever took out stuff a piece of my mind-”. He was interrupted when Michellee suddenly kissed him.

“Sorry. You just seemed tense to me”, she said.

Guy smiled and took Michellee’s hand.

“It’s okay. I needed that.”

——

Let’s get away from those two for a while

For Gluntz and Sam

Are having a moment as well

Under the watchful eye of Pam

After placing all their clothes in their respective bureaus, Sam’s group all sat on their beds, he and Gluntz sharing one. With no prompting, Gluntz turned and asked, “What do you think the baby will be?”

“What do I think?”. Sam thought for a good moment and decided, “A girl.”

Gluntz smiled at him. “I think so too. But I’ll still be happy even if we have a boy.”

“Whatever you have”, Pam rang out, “I wanna be the first one to meet my grandbaby.”

Sam leaned up and said, “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll be sure of that.” He then holds Gluntz’s hand in his and kisses her on the cheek. This warmed Gluntz’s heart and she leaned against Sam’s shoulder. He puts an arm around her while still holding her hand with the other one.

——

When everyone was done unpacking, they all sat in the living room, not really knowing what to do when there was a knock at the door. E.B. was the one to answer it. Standing in the doorway was a woman dressed in a purple sweater and had a pink headband in her blonde hair. Next to her was a little girl, presumably her daughter since she had the same shade of blonde hair, which she had been cut into a bobcut except for the two vertical braids sticking up like antennae tied at the ends with red bows and she was dressed in a pink coat.

“Hello”, E.B. said.

“Hello, young lady, and welcome to Whoville”, the woman said.

“Thanks. How may I help you?”

“Oh, right. Introductions. I’m Donna Lou Who and this is my daughter Cindy.”

“Pleased to meet you two. I’m E.B. Would you come in and meet everyone else?”

“That is why we’re here.”

E.B. led them from through the hall and to the living room. “Everyone”, she said in a semi-shout. They were all looking at their newly arrived guests. E.B. continued, “This is Donna and Cindy Lou Who. They’ve come to welcome us to Whoville.”

“I guess you remember us from the papers too?”, Guy asks.

“Partly. I was sledding down hill when I saw you all getting out of the mayor’s limo. I recognized you all and I really wanted to meet you. Thankfully, I heard the mayor say something about the penthouse suite and I told my mom and here we are”, Cindy explained, punctuating said explanation with a grin.

Pam mutters to herself, “She’s got a little spy in her.”

“What was that?”, Donna asked.

“Nothing. Just a little self amusement.” She chuckles awkwardly. “Where are my manners?” She walks over to shake hands. “Name’s Pam-I-Am. Pleased to meet you.”

“You as well.”

“I am Sam. Sam-I-Am”, he said, happily greeting the two ladies.

Then one by one, everyone else said their names.

“My name’s Guy.”

“Michellee.”

“Gluntz.”

“Looka.”

When Cindy stared into Looka’s eyes, she felt butterflies in her stomach.

“Why does that affect everybody?”, Looka asked, half flattered, half annoyed.

“What do you mean? Your eyes are very soulful”, E.B. said, walking next to him and talking his hand in hers.

Then there was another knock at the door. E.B. was about to answer it again, but Sam said, “I’ll take this one.”

Upon answering it, Sam was greeted by a large bearded man, dressed in a red Christmas sweater, a green hat and blue pants held up with yellow suspenders.

“Hello!” The man was so loud with his greeting, it could probably be heard in Meepville. “My name’s Bricklebaum and I welcome you to Whoville!”

Sam was pleased to meet someone with as much enthusiasm as him. “Hello, Bricklebaum! I am Sam. Sam-I-Am.”

“Could you please keep it down over there?”, Michellee asked from the living room. “I don’t want the baby to wake up.”

“Oh. Sorry, Michellee”, Sam said. “Won’t you come in?”, he asked Bricklebaum.

When they got to the living room with everyone else, Bricklebaum suddenly rang out, “Donna! Cindy! I made it!”

Cindy laughs and says, “Yeah. We heard.”

Bricklebaum looks at everyone else in the room. “So you people were the ones that ended the butter battle?”

Sam removed his hat and did a really hammy bow. “That we are!”

“Cool!”

More introductions were shared

With their loud but friendly guest

And the girl and her mother

All of whom seemed the best

Over the next half hour

Our gang explained their plight

And getaway to Whoville

To make things right

Donna, Bricklebaum and Cindy

Listened with open ears

Then offered some help

In placating the loss of their Christmas souvenirs

“You really want to help us?”, Guy asks, feeling a sudden wave of excitement.

“Of course. And I know the perfect person to do it”, Bricklebaum said. “My neighbor and best friend in the whole world, Mr. Grinch.”

When Guy heard Bricklebaum describe the Grinch that way, it reminded him of how Sam would introduce himself in relation to Guy back when they were relocating Mr. Jenkins. He almost slipped into a flashback, but he quickly caught himself, remembering the offer for help.

“Do you think he’ll be able to help us?”

“Wouldn’t hurt to try, would it?”

Then Pam stepped forward, pulling the solenoid out of her pocket. “I’m sure he can help us figure this out.”

“What is that?”, Cindy asked.

“A solenoid. Apparently the idiots who robbed their house dropped this in the snow. Now, I don’t know if it was an accident or intentional, but I think it just might help us figure out who’s behind this.”

Cindy palmed her hockey stick in one hand. “They better hope that they don’t come by me.”

“Oh no, young lady. That’s too dangerous”, Donna said.

“Come on, Mom. You know I was just kidding.”

Upon hearing her concern for her daughter’s safety, Michellee, like Guy before her, felt a hit of nostalgia in her heart. She also wanted to recommend a pair of friendship bracelets, but 1) Cindy wasn’t her child to worry about and 2) she lost them back in Meepville three years ago.

But in the meantime, Pam was carrying on her talk about the solenoid. “Do you really think that Grinch could help us?”

“Without a doubt”, Bricklebaum said.

“In that case, I’d like to ask him.”

“Me too!”, Guy exclaimed, sounding almost as full of glee as when he worked in the Zookian Institute of Technology. “You know, inventor to inventor.”

“Even better!”

“I’ll go too”, Michellee said. She turns to Sam and asks, “Sam, do you think you can keep an eye on the kids?”

“Sure.”

“That reminds me”, Bricklebaum said. “Who’s watching Buster and Bean right now?”, he asked Donna.

“My mother”, she answered.

“Who are Buster and Bean?”, E.B. asked.

“My little brothers”, Cindy told her.

“How funny. I have a little brother too.”

“Aww! Where is he?”

“In the bedroom, sleeping.”

“What’s his name?”

“Guy Jr.”

“Well, I hope to see him when he wakes up.”

With their younger brothers

And protective mothers as bonding points

E.B. and Cindy pretty much

Became friends upon these anti-disjoints

“You know, I was wondering. Cindy, could you give me and Looka a tour of the town? We were discussing it earlier and were hoping to get around to it.”

“I’d love to. I can also get my friends to come too.”

Having heard all of this, Gluntz then says, “I guess that leaves Sam and me to watch just Junior while everyone’s out?”

“I guess so”, Sam answered. “You sure you guys won’t need a chaperone while you’re exploring?” He asked the girls.

“Oh, please. Everyone here is so nice, it makes me wonder why we have a jail”, Cindy remarks.

#green eggs and ham #the grinch #guy am i #sam i am #eb #michellee #gluntz #pam i am #looka #donna lou who #cindy lou who #bricklebaum #mayor mcgerkle #oc #philip trousers #snerz #fanfic

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jangofctts · 2 years

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hi!!! i hope that you’re doing well today 💛💛💛

my current thoughts are hung up on adrian finding out the reader has nipple piercings… like maybe they have to change quickly into civilian clothes in the back of the truck, and reader pulls off her sports bra and the outer tactical vest she wears (kinda like yelena in black widow wears??? it’s the only fabric that i think could fully cover the bumps of the piercings without the use of nipple pasties).

and adrian, well, adrian is someone who goes a mile a minute. he’s stripped down to his dinosaur printed boxers quicker than anyone else. and he’s trying to find where he stashed his extra clothes (thank every god out there that he actually packed extra clothes this time…) while everyone else changes with their backs facing the middle of the truck for modesty.

he’s sure he left his shit somewhere near where you are, and he’s also certain that you won’t really care if he comes over since you’re cool about stuff like that (plus, who knows, maybe you’ll compliment him on his sick choice of boxers…). he navigates his way to where he thinks he’s stashed his shit right next to you and is about to announce himself when you turn slightly, laughing some quip over your other shoulder to Harcourt—while completely topless—and, well….

he maybe catches a glimpse of the curve of your chest and the glint of metal at your nipple before he yanks his head to the side because ogling your teammates is not cool, dude.

he tries to act fine—chill. like he hasn’t just seen you, the coolest person he knows (don’t tell chris or eagly), with nipple piercings. he fails. dramatically, too. because adrian, the guy who’s always moving and always talking and always doing something, just stops. he stops and if you stopped long enough not to struggle pulling the hoodie over your head, you’d see how red he gets—how flustered he becomes, his eyes looking everywhere but you even though where he’s stood stock-still is kind of directly in your sight line.

the only think that (kind of) breaks him from his trance is Chris throwing the t-shirt adrian has been looking for over his head. his sight line is momentarily broken, and he doesn’t know if he should be thankful or upset. he pulls the fabric from over his eyes only to see you in a that thick sweat shirt—the one that’s that color that makes the color of your eyes pop—the one that he guesses you’ve usually always worn with a bra that you aren’t currently wearing it with. he can still just barely see the subtle bumps in the fabric, and fuck, does it make his mouth water.

he turns, his face almost purple from embarrassment at this point and his dino boxers a little too tight all things considered. and now he’s the only one not fully changed yet. fucking fuck. he fumbles to stretch his own shirt over his head—getting his pants on is a whole demon at this point with how hard he is, but he manages. he’s got to, unless he wants you to think he’s weird and gross and a creep and not want to be best friends with him anymore.

now, adrian’s a very tactile person, and even though he knows he can’t touch them (you), his hands still twitch and clench at his side, and his eyes are glassy in there mile-long stare that just happens to sweep over your chest every now and then. he’s uncharacteristically quiet—something that visibly worries you and you seem to be completely unaware of what he’s done—seen—thought—which makes it all so much worse (or maybe better…? he can’t fucking tell).

“psst,” you call over to where he sits across from you (he’s shifted to sitting on his traitorous hands, because he can’t stop thinking about palming your chest—running his fingers over the cool metal embedded in the soft flesh of your nipples—made even putting his mouth on them to taste if they’re coppery if you’d even let him-)

your hand settles on his knee and he jolts, partly because you’re warm and he didn’t expect you to touch him, and partly because he realizes you followed up that initial psst with other words. shit. fuck.

“uhhh… what?” he asks. oh yeah, super cool, super not suspicious. he’s killing it.

“i asked if you were okay?” you say. your thumb smoothes a wide arc over the inside of his jeans-covered knee, and adrian can’t stifle the gulp that bubbles in his throat. “you seemed kinda spacey?”

“yeah—uhhh, yeah. i’m good—i’m super cool right now. can’t you tell?” he stumbles out, like his face isn��t red as mars and his hands aren’t casually (yeah, right) moving to his lap to disguise the hard-on he’s developed.

you, for your part, seem to buy it, and pull your touch away from his. he’s caught halfway between sighing in relief and begging you to put your hand back, maybe slide it up his leg further-?

you lean back in your seat, your hands moving to cradle the back of your head in a relaxed pose he’s sure he’s seen in all of the old boomerang (tm) cartoons he watched as a kid. the fabric pulls over your chest—not that his gaze is focused in on your chest or anything; no, that’d be weird of him—and allows him everyone to see your piercings just a little bit better beneath it.

adrian’s mouth drops open—he’s sure he can feel his cock harden further beneath his cupped hands, even though he was pretty fucking sure he was at its hardest as soon as he first saw you and what’s usually beneath your shirt.

the look on your face is suddenly a little less innocent—you grin, one of your eyebrows just raised. oh, fuck. he can picture you wearing that with your tits out and swinging over his face as you ride him within an inch of his life-

“glad to hear you’re okay, adrian,” you say, the corners of your mouth sharpening into something sinful and your eyes falling just a little more hooded. now that he’s focused on your face, he makes out a faint spatter of someone else’s blood on your chin, and shit, if that wasn’t the cherry on top to making you the hottest person on the earth- “by the way, i really like your boxers… stegosauruses really make your ass pop.”

oh, fuck him. he might actually be in love with you.

-🐝

again youve blessed my inbox hOLY SHIT DAWG IM SHAKING im. like this wont leave my hEAD I— fuck i miss my nipple piercings so bAD BRO AHDKDN UHG HOT IMMACULATE CHEFS KISS THANK U SEXY

#wOowie surgery is a bitch #ask #keida answers #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader

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cotncandyboifics · 3 years

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1989 [High School AU]: Chapter 1

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Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~

Pairings: slight Logince, eventual Prinxiety & Logicality

Word count: 1,780

Story summary: Roman Prince is your stereotypical Jock, with everyone swooning after him. Every day a crowd of people follow him around, only to disperse at his personal whim. In reality, he's lucky to have such good acting skills that help him cover up the disdain he has for his life. He only wishes he could use his skills properly.

Patton Whitelock's always there to lend a helping hand, no matter who you are. If you need a favor or just need someone to talk to, go to him. In reality, he's been taught from a young age that kindness should be held above all else. No one suspects that he took it the wrong way.

Logan Montgomery is the smartest boy in the Senior class. He's stern, and most people are too intimidated to speak to him. In reality, he despises most all of his fellow students. He sticks to his studies and doesn't stray, for fear of being stuck in his father's shadow his whole life.

Virgil Black is the most emo kid in school, let alone 12th grade; everyone knows to leave him be. In reality, he's very fortunate. He has two parents who love him dearly. But everything beyond his life, everything within his mind, is utter chaos and turmoil.

what will happen when they're assigned a biology project together?

General CW: food, swearing, implied s-lf h-rm, non-graphic descriptions of s-lf h-rm scars, graphic and non-graphic descriptions of anxiety attacks and panic attacks, drug abuse, minor character intoxicated on heroin, non-graphic drug overdose description, sickness/description of sickness, blood, non-graphic descriptions of needles, (will be added to as I write more)

Chapter CW: <none> (let me know if i missed anything please!)

Author notes: hook chapter go brr

...

Nice to meet you, where you been?

I can show you incredible things

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Saw you there, and I thought

"Oh my god, look at that face

You look like my next mistake"

Love's a game, wanna play?

Roman checked his watch discreetly as he walked down the hall toward his first class. 7:58. He was almost late, but not quite. As he walked in, earning a glare from Mr. Berry and a few students, he glanced at the whiteboard. It read: "Tuesday, September 3 / Classwork: OT essay workday / Homework: OT Analysis and Essay due FRIDAY". The word "Friday" was written sloppily large and underlined. Roman just kept his sleepy poker face and walked to his desk, in the second-to-last row in the middle. He'd not noticed the shrunken figure at the desk next to him, whom everyone knew but no one liked. Virgil Black.

New money, suit and tie

I can read you like a magazine

Ain't it funny, rumors fly

And I know you've heard about me

So hey, let's be friends

I'm dying to see, how this one ends

Grab your passport, and my hand

I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

Virgil shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets as he glared in Roman's general direction from behind bright purple bangs. His scowl deepened as Roman pulled out his notebook but didn't take his single earbud out, proceeding to doodle on the margins of his notebook.

Roman propped his head up on his right palm, tilting his head carelessly as he drew stars around a stick man's head. By this time, the plump red-faced man known as Mr. Berry, teacher of English 12, had taken his respected place at the front of the class for a quick lecture before they began classwork.

So it's gonna be forever,

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over,

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cus you know I love the players,

And you love the game

"Good morning students," He said in a blubbering gritty voice, the sagging skin below his chin bouncing comically as he did so. "I trust you completed reading the rest of the book. Now, as I'm sure you've noticed, the Analysis and quotes along with your essay's final draft are due - both printed - on Friday. If you turn it in on Monday, it'll drop two letter grades, and any time after that is a zero. I should hope this first assignment will get you in the punctual mindset for my class." The large man was walking about the room, between desks checking for cheating or kids working ahead. He was strict, and didn't tolerate out-of-line behavior. As he completed his sentence, his eyes fell on Roman, who was still slouched apathetically, doodling, earbud in. The students watching Mr. Berry saw his face somehow achieve a deeper hue of red and his eyes bulge, as a bull does when it spots it's target. Roman however, didn't notice; a pale-faced Virgil tried to get his attention without the teacher noticing.

'Cus we're young and we're reckless,

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless,

Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

But I've got a blank space baby...

And I'll write your name.

"Psst. Roman." he hissed in vain. Roman's earbud was in his right ear, the same side Virgil was sitting on, so quiet noises from that direction were inaudible to him. Despite the class's uneasiness as Mr. Berry made his way to Roman's seat, and though Roman was fully aware of the fat fuming man advancing on him, he made no change in expression or focus; merely, filled in the dark half of the yin yang he had sketched next to his name as he lightly mouthed the words of the song.

Mr. Berry stopped right in front of Roman's desk, looking down at him furiously. When Roman ignored him, he took further action. Just as Roman had completed the yin yang, a fat red hand came down loudly on his desk and a sudden "MR. PRINCE!!" Erupted from the old man's gullet.

Cherry lips, crystal skies

I can show you incredible things

Stolen kisses, pretty lies

You're the king baby I'm your queen

Find out what you want,

Be that girl for a month

Wait, the worst is yet to come... oh no.

Roman looked up at him slowly, but no trace of fear could be found on his face. Even, a slight smirk hinting at the corners of his mouth. But, not enough for the old man to notice.

"What sort of media is emitting from those... earphones?" Mr. Berry said, bug-eyed.

Roman held up the earbud that wasn't in his ear, looking at it. "You mean these?" He said.

Mr. Berry simply sighed and rolled his eyes frustratedly. "Yes, 'in those', Mr. Prince. You'd better have an adequate response."

Screaming, crying, perfect storms

I can make all the tables turn

Rose garden filled with thorns

Keep you second guessing, like

"Oh my god, who is she?"

I get drunk on jealousy

But you'll come back each time you leave

'Cus darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Roman held the old man's gaze, as if searching for something within his grey-brown orbs. After a moment, he sighed quietly and said, "Taylor Swift."

His response earned a few snickers from other students, to which Mr. Berry scanned the room to see if he could bust two students in one go.

Most of the students thought he looked like Napoleon from the 1954 animated movie based on Animal Farm, a fair comparison. His balding head and fat body gave him an appearance that was quite comparable to a pig.

After a moment of glaring at a few of the known renegades of the class, he returned his focus to Roman. But, this time, he didn't appear as angry; rather, he was smiling gently, but his eyes still held an angry glow. "Since you see no point in listening to my lecture, I'm sure you wouldn't mind showing the class a sufficient outline for your first draft essay? Along with the requirements, of course," the senile man's smirk curled up into a grin as he spoke, tilting his head a bit. Roman merely smirked himself, and stood.

So it's gonna be forever,

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over,

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cus you know I love the players,

And you love the game

Mr. Berry watched in moderate surprise as Roman walked swiftly past the rows of desks to the whiteboard, uncapped an expo marker, and began writing in neatly printed lettering. "Ok, so the final draft is due on Friday," He began, "So you should have your first draft completed by tonight. The essay must have at least five body paragraphs, a minimum of two quotes each-" Virgil watched, shocked, gripping his pencil so that his knuckles paled. "So I hope you've picked out your quotes already. The thesis needs to answer the prompt, obviously. Conclusion should be at least five sentences. So overall, about two or three pages. I'd recommend using this class time to create an outline in your notebook, and typing up a first draft. Have your second draft done tomorrow, and final details on Thursday. And because Mr. Berry is too... behind the times to use Google Classroom, you'll need to print it out and hand it in physically. I'm sure Mr. Berry isn't partial to the trees we're killing, so if you're in Environmental club, I'd not bother complaining." And with this final sentence, Roman touched up his writing on the board and walked back to his seat, never taking out his earbud.

'Cus we're young and we're reckless,

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless,

Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

But I got a blank space baby...

And I'll write your name.

Mr. Berry was still standing over Roman's desk, now staring down at him with large eyes. He opened his mouth slightly to say something, but was interrupted by another student asking a question. From then on, Mr. Berry ignored Roman, which was an easy feat, as Roman did the same.

After a little over half an hour, the bell rang, and Roman slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out. Mr. Berry considered asking him why he'd only doodled for the entirety of the class period and not worked on his essay, but his pride got the best of him, and he watched as the young man walked out of the room confidently.

Virgil had slipped out before Roman, and was now pretending to exchange things in his locker, which was unfortunately right next to Roman's. The tall jock walked up to his own locker, earning a scowl from the darker boy.

"What? Enjoy the show I put on in Mr. Diabetes' class?" Roman said, leaning against the lockers as Virgil shut his own. The dark boy just grunted and walked off, feeling Roman's eyes watching as he turned a corner. Roman smirked for the hundredth time that morning when he was gone and turned to open his own locker. When a few girls from the cheer team started to linger, flipping their hair and puffing out their chests, and Roman actively ignored them until he walked past close enough that a few of them let out squeals. He heard the usual murmurs from behind him, "he's so hot," and "I'd kill to be his date to Homecoming." He smirked to himself again, making his way to his Physics class.

...

Virgil spotted is best friend Patton in his usual seat as he walked into his second period Economics class. The boy smiled at Virgil up on seeing him, and waved happily.

"Hello Virgil!! how are you feeling this morning?" He said cheerily as Virgil took the seat next to him, sliding his backpack under the desk.

"Alright I guess." He thought about telling Patton about Roman, but thought better of it; Patton had enough on his plate to worry about as it was.

As for Patton, he had already taken to pulling out his notebook, preparing for a long class of note-taking. Economics was one of the most note-heavy classes either of the boys had, and usually required all their focus. As the teacher stood from his desk and turned on his projector, Virgil could've sworn he saw Patton staring at someone, but as soon as he looked, Patton focused on the teacher, readying his pencil. But, Virgil being the parano- vigilant person he was, followed what he thought was Patton's line of sight to... Logan Montgomery? What? Upon realizing who he had thought Patton was looking at, he brushed it off. There's no way Patton would be looking at him. is there?

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jemej3m · 4 years

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For the mobster/cop au more interactions between Neil and the rest of the foxes. It could be when they already know he's Andrews husband or when they haven't found out yet Btw, your fics are amazing, thank you!!

okay here’s a real short one but i loved this so here u go:

(tw: descriptions of murdered prostitutes)

Dan slowly put her head in her hands, staring at the three photographs in front of her. This had been tormenting her for days already - it was beyond ridiculous at this point. Matt insisted that someone else should take the case, but Dan just couldn’t let that happen.

Before she’d gone to college, and then the police academy, Dan had worked at a club on the edge of the city. The nightclub was probably one of the seediest Dan had ever investigated (she’d pulled it to shreds when she finally became a detective, mostly out of spite) and sometimes she laid awake at night, wondering how on earth she made it out alive. She’d grabbed a fake ID in high school to work there, having felt like she was out of other options.

This case hit a little too close to home.

She was black, her hair matted and bloodied. Her face had become so bloated with death and violence that she was hardly recognisable, but what was even more horrid was the state in which she was found. It was in the middle of a parking lot - she’d been moved there postmortem - splayed on her front with her legs spread, her dress in tatters. Across her lower back were three X’s, two healed, one fresh. She’d been strangled to death.

There were no prints. No weapon. No fluids. No cameras, no witnesses, even the person who’d called 911 had ducked and run. Dan hated it when bodies were found outside of the scene of death: it made the case that much harder, and removed them from their context. She owed it to this poor girl, who was still wearing one of her clear dancing heels, to find out who had done this to her.

With another aggravated sigh, she leant back in her chair and pressed the heels of her hands into her eye-sockets. She needed a coffee. She needed to go home and pick Hannah up from school to make sure she was safe and watch Bridget Jones’ Baby together with Chinese takeout and have Matt braid her hair whilst Hannah painted her nails.

A small scuffle to her left was enough to drag her attention away from the abysmally small file. Across the room, Andrew was leaning back in his chair, a new figure leaning against his desk. Dan watched as Neil handed Andrew a brown paper bag - his lunch - and smile at whatever remark Andrew made.

“How the hell did he get in here?” Dan inquired, exhausted. Matt looked up from his desk and grinned: he’d come to rather enjoy Neil’s company, in spite of the fact that Neil was definitely a seasoned murderer and letting him go was against everything they’d ever learned about corruption and loyalty.

Though, Dan thought, watching Matt clap Neil on the back. Their height differences were rather amusing.

“No personal crap in the bullpen, Andrew,” Kevin groused, glaring at Neil. He still wasn’t over it. He probably would never be over it.

“Did you just call me personal crap?” Neil echoed. At Kevin’s narrowed eyes, he held up his hands in surrender. “I was just heading out anyway. Just dropping off lunch.” He shook Matt’s hand goodbye, saluted Wymack good day and chanced a kiss to the crown of Andrew’s head, very narrowly avoiding his husband’s swatting. He shoved his pockets and walked animatedly down the desk aisle.

His gaze drifted over to Dan’s desk, and his eyebrows furrowed. “Not again.”

Dan’s instinctive reaction was to cover up the photos. Instead, she swivelled her chair to face him, eyebrow arched.

Neil came closer, leaning against the desk to look at the photos. He made a scathing noise and shook his head. “I don’t understand why Striker thinks that’ll work.”

“Who?” Dan demanded.

Neil gave her an odd look. “Striker? I mean, I’m not sure of his real name, but he earned the nickname with the ‘three strikes and you’re out’ policy for his girls. Runs the Catamounts Club.”

“So this has happened before,” Dan managed, fingertips brushing over the photo.

Neil shrugged. “Usually the bodies are shown off to the girls to scare them, and then obliterated from existence. It’s not like prostitutes are ever put down as missing persons, so he’s never been caught.” Neil leaned over the desk to look at the photographs. “Seems like someone finally wants to do something about it.”

“Catamounts Club,” Dan repeated. “Striker. Repeat offender. You think he’d keep trophies? Some way to track the number of girls he’s murdered?”

“She’s only got one shoe,” Neil affirmed. “He keeps the other hanging up on a string of lights above the booze shelves behind the bar. Though with a body found, he would have taken them down. He won’t throw them out, though. They’re reminders for the girls to behave.”

For a moment, Dan just stared. It took a little while for her to process all Neil was saying - which was a lot. It was a lot. Abruptly, she stood up, snatching the photographs and holding them to her chest.

“You know,” she said, keeping her voice low. “Letting you walk goes against our oaths as a police force. I should lock you up in max security and never let you see the light of day again.” Her breath shuddered. “But - if you can give us information like that - whenever we ask - I’ll be willing to put it aside.”

Neil gave her a quizzical look. “I’ve been informing your cases for years. How else would I have convinced Andrew to marry me?”

Dan had to grin at her colleague. “How did you manage to wrestle him into a ring?”

Neil snorted. “I said that I could be his CI forever. He wasn’t amused. Anyway - yes, Wilds, I will help you out, to keep my ass out of jail. If that’s what it takes.” He gave her a little wave, leaning off her desk and walking towards the exit.

Dan glanced to Andrew, who was still glaring at the elevator, long after his husband had left. She shook her head and sat down, switching on her computer monitor.

She had the Catamounts to bust.

hey psst neil’s a hopeless romantic pass it on

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modestlyabsurd · 4 years

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The Library (Loki x Reader)

Surrounded by the smell of book pages, aged architecture and Loki; the latter overwhelming all your senses.

His clean skin, his slightly sweet breath - likely from the candy he'd indulged earlier in the night - were all you could smell and taste. The only sound was that of the two of your sighs and gasps all meshed together. All you saw was the darkness of passion behind your closed eyes. Shivers rippled over your own skin each time his cool hands repositioned over your neck, cheeks, hips, back ...

A calm evening walk has turned into Loki kissing you silly in the corner of a public library.

It was a late decision to visit the library on the way back. Loki had expressed a desire to delve deeper into Midgardian religions and you couldn't resist the innocent, childlike enthusiasm in his eyes as he spoke of it. Not that you understood half of what he was saying, but you genuninely tried. And you never passed up an opportunity to browse books.

Knowing it would be only a small visit, the two of you naturally parted ways into your own worlds of wonder. With so much to learn, Loki decided quickly that he wouldn't be checking any volumes out this evening, but he could still browse. Sometimes when he wanted a laugh he'd look into the Midgardian translation of "Norse Mythology". However tonight what truly struck his fancy was the more common beliefs on earth.

The intricate details of religions such as Christianity and Islam fascinated him to no end. After having read Scriptures from these in particular, it even reminded him vaguely of the common Asgardian belief systems he grew up with. He now wished to get a feel for whose theories and philosophies of these made more sense.

You on the other hand, were like a cat in catnip in the fiction sections. All you wanted to do was look and feel of the printed imagination around you; it was almost alive. Every time you came you found something new - either new to the shelf or new to you. Today your feet brought you to the classics, where you spent what seemed like hours in the midst of.

Not surprisingly you acquired a pretty hefty stack of books you wanted to read.

"What have we here?"

While debating on how many to leave with, you nearly dropped them all on your feet.

Loki has a very funny way of doing that, then truly apologizing for it.

Mildly embarrassed at your lack of self-control, you sit your stack onto a wooden rocking chair to go through them. It creaks under the familiar weight.

"I got a little carried away."

"I expect no less, my dear. If it were, I'd know something was wrong."

The lidded gaze he gave you made you cast your eyes down. You could easily melt in your shoes from such a look, and something told you that's exactly what he intended.

They fell on the first book of your stack.

"Oh heavens. I know Pride and Prejudice is widely regarded here, but believe me when I say it's quite depressing in retrospect."

"Depressing? Are you sure?" you ask.

"I'm certain. Anyone who ends up with the likes of Mr. Darcy is damned to a life of eternal unhappiness."

"Really? I kinda thought he sounded like you in the synopsis," you couldn't even finish with a straight face.

He was trying to burn you with his eyes.

"Do you have any idea, who you're comparing me to?" By this point you were struggling to keep your laughing at an acceptable volume within the library. "Mr. Darcy hadn't the first clue about romance or how to court the woman he loves. Merely the draw of a few kind words in a letter after weeks of mistreatment and Elizabeth was smitten! Completely unreasonable to expect. I mean, he knew not even the first act of love, such as this," Loki exhibits by taking your hand with quite possibly the gentlest touch in the universe.

"Or this," he brings your knuckles to his lips, without breaking eye contact.

And suddenly, you can't pull your eyes away either.

Goosebumps spread from your hand, down your arm, all the way up the side of your neck. He steps closer, shadowing you from light before whispering, "Or this."

You hadn't expected the small little exchanges of looks through eyelashes and blushed faces to become this.

Your mind runs a mile a minute, yet slows to a creep at the same time. The feeling of vulnerability came twofold, in one hand from the downright scandalous turn of events of such a blatant public display of affection, but in the other hand, from an odd sense of trust associated with the act.

Hidden away between shelves, your spine against the spines of endless fiction. Loki's height shielding you from view. Kissing you so fervently that your knuckles on one hand are white from clutching a copy of Animal Farm so tightly, while the other is clawing, gripping at Loki's arm for support.

No tearing at each other's clothes, no heading southbound, just unadulterated kissing; but there was no need for anything else - that being Loki's original point within his rant about Mr. Darcy. Even the smallest of actions can bring about purer feelings.

Now, turning such a rant into quite possibly the most intimate, spontaneous, passionate encounter of your life, is something only Loki is capable of.

"Psst!"

He pulls away with an obscene smack to find a disapproving librarian frowning at the two of you over her glasses. "We're closed."

It was then that you both noticed how dark it was, as the lights had been switched off. The librarian huffed away, shaking her head.

It was also then that you noticed just how close you were to Loki - as if you hadn't been this entire time - hanging by your arms around his neck for dear life. In fact you were so close that when he turned his head back to you, your noses booped.

And then the sound of your shared laughing filled the silent air. So sweet, so carefree.

He happily sighed, "We should do this again sometime."

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bicepsie · 4 years

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Rainbow Scavenger Hunt

Day 1: Related to Pride

@buddiefirstkissweek

Relationship: Buck & Eddie

Word Count: 2700

“I need 2 volunteers to do the scavenger hunt with the kids.” Cap tapped a pan against his clipboard as he looked around the room.

“Eddie and I’ll do it!” Buck raised his hand.

Cap nodded, writing down their names.

Eddie stared at the side of Buck’s head, waiting for him to turn his head. After a few moments, Eddie grew impatient and he nudged Buck with his elbow. “Why’d you do that?”

“Would you rather be on cleanup duty?”

“Good point.” He definitely didn’t want to clean after a bunch of kids and their parents. Or taking down decorations. Eddie shuddered.

***

Kids ran around the station, yelling and laughing, chasing each other. A few stuck with their parents, mostly the smaller ones. The grown ups, mostly parents and a few grandparents, observed from the distance. They stood in pairs or groups talking and enjoying the pastry the local bakery so generously donated to the fire station.

Cap stood by the door, looking around the station with a small smile.

Buck spotted Eddie leaning against the wall by the fire extinguisher and he sauntered over. “I love Pride!” He leaned against the wall, his biceps touching Eddie’s.

“Yeah.” Eddie smiled and gently elbowed Buck.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and violet balloons floated on the ceiling, their rainbows strings hanging just low enough for grownups to reach them. A huge LGBTQ flag hung from the balcony, next to each color He had written down its meaning white capital letters.

His eyes landing on Christopher, his smile brightened up the whole room. He was talking to a boy his age, gesturing wildly.

“Who’s Christopher talking to?”

“Ben, his new friend.” Eddie glanced toward Buck.

“Why haven’t I heard about this new friend?” Buck frowned. “Can he be trusted?”

“He’s 9.” Eddie shook his head. “He goes to the same school as Christopher. They really hit it off.”

Buck stared at this Ben kid, he looked normal. But so did most serial killer. “What do you know about the kid?”

Eddie chuckled. “His parents just moved here, they’re both in the military. Christopher’s been talking about him all week. He’s so excited to have a close friend.”

“I don’t trust him.” Buck crossed his arms. Who just moves somewhere and instantly makes friends? “Maybe I should talk to him, find out what his intentions are with Christopher.” Buck pushed away from the wall and took a step forward.

Eddie grabbed his forearm. “Aren’t you overreacting? I should be the one worrying.”

Buck narrowed his eyes at Eddie. “Why aren’t you?”

“Because he’s 9. They’re just kids. Besides, I’m just glad Christopher made a friend.”

“He’s got friends.”

“You don’t count.”

Cap got their attention from across the room and waved them over.

“I wasn’t talking about me.” Buck pouted as they walked toward Cap.

Fire truck sirens blared around the station. Kids and grown ups stopped what they were doing and stared at the truck with flashing lights.

Cap turned off the sirens then jumped out of the fire truck. He greeted everyone, welcoming them to Station 118 Rainbow Scavenger Hunt 2020. Rainbow Scavenger Hunt would have been enough. Everyone knew this was station 118 and the year was 2020. But when Buck had proposed they shortened the name to Rainbow Scavenger Hunt, he was outvoted. And now a huge banner, which he had to paint, hung above the fire station entrance.

Cap instructed the kids to pair up for scavenger hunt and hold their partner’s hand. Ben grabbed Christopher’s hand right away. What if Christopher wanted to be paired with someone else? This Ben kid was very presumptuous, Buck had every reason to be suspicious.

Leaning in Christopher whispered in Ben’s ear, making both boys laugh loudly.

“Don’t worry,” Eddie clapped Buck on the shoulder, “you’ll find another partner.”

“I thought I’d be me and Chris against you.” It was a perfect plan. Buck would help Christopher win. And they’d both make fun of Eddie for losing.

Eddie chuckled. “Well, seems like you’re stuck with me now.”

Glancing around the station, Buck noticed everyone was already paired up and Eddie was right, he was stuck with him. Not the worst person to be stuck with. Buck’s lips stretched into a soft smile.

***

“I’m RED and big with 4 wheels.” Eddie read from the first clue card.

“Uh…” Buck scratched his head, putting on a show for the kids standing next to them. “Eddie, what’s red?”

Eddie spun around, seeing a few of the older kids already searching around the fire truck. “I don’t know. Flowers? A car?”

“It’s the fire truck!” A little boy yelled and ran toward the fire truck.

“A fire truck!” Buck hit his forehead and frowned.

While the rest of the kids ran toward the fire truck, Eddie stayed behind. “Did it hurt?” He smirked, watching a red palm print appear on Buck’s forehead.

“When I fell from heaven? Yes.” Buck winked.

Eddie shook his head. Buck was a giant kid himself. He’d be a great dad someday.

Joining the kids, Buck and Eddie searched around the truck. Buck crawled on top of the truck while Eddie circled around it, checking all the sides for any hidden clues.

A girl with rainbow bow in her blond hair pulled an orange card from behind the wheel. She sprinted to her partner and grabbed her hand, pulling her away. They whispered and giggled as they tried to hide their orange card.

Buck jumped from the truck and stood next to Eddie as they watched the rest of the kids pull orange cards from behind the truck’s tires.

***

I’m an ORANGE fruit. The next clue read.

Kids quickly figured out the answer was orange, but they had trouble finding them. Buck and Eddie let them run around for a few minutes, searching for oranges.

A boy and a girl stood next to the ambulance and stared at their card. The girl stomped her foot and crossed her arms. “There are no oranges here!”

“Psst.” Eddie leaned over the hood of the ambulance. “Wanna work together? We can’t find any oranges also.”

Buck peered from behind Eddie. The little girl glanced to her brother who had a giant smile on his face and was nodding enthusiastically.

“Fine. But only for this clue.” She jutted out her chin.

When Buck had children of his own, he wanted his daughter to be just like this adorable little girl, strong-willed and fearless. And his son to be like Christopher. His eyes sought out Christopher. He was standing by as Ben looked around the gym equipment. A kid who thought to look for oranges in the gym was definitely not good enough to be friends with his Christopher.

“Where do you think they’re hiding the oranges?” Buck asked the girl.

“You’re a firefighter, shouldn’t you know that?” the little girl stared at him.

“Right.” Buck looked at Eddie with wide eyes. “Eddie, where do we keep oranges?”

“With the rest of the fruit?”

“Where’s that?”

“Kitchen!” The siblings yelled at once.

“That’s right!” Eddie shouted and pointed toward the stairs. “The kitchen’s that way.”

The kids ran, Buck and Eddie forgotten.

“That’s the thanks we get. I’m never working with them again.” Buck crossed his arms and stomped his foot.

Eddie chuckled and patted his back. A brief touch, but Buck felt the heat of Eddie’s palm on his back a long time after Eddie pulled away.

“I can’t believe we keep oranges in the kitchen!” Eddie said louder than necessary as they walked past a groups of kids.

***

Follow the suns.

This one was easy. Kids had no problem following the sun stickers on the floor.

Hen did amazing job with leading the kids all over the upper floor, through the kitchen, around the couch, and all the way to the balcony where Hen and Maddie waited to help the kids slide down the poll.

“Need any help getting down?” Maddie smiled at Buck.

Buck jumped on the poll, saluted, and effortlessly slid down

“Show off.” Eddie muttered.

“Come on, Eddie. What’s taking so long? We’ve got a scavenger hunt to win!”

So cocky. Eddie shook his head, smiling. He grabbed the poll and swung onto it. “See you later.” He slid down, his feet landing on the concrete floor with a loud thud.

“Great job. 10 out of 10.” Chimney clapped.

“Hey! Why does he get a 10 and I got a 6?” Buck brushed against Eddie’s arms.

“Perfect landing. You fumbled yours.” Chimney pulled a green card from his pocket. “Your next clue.”

“But I slid down with only one hand. I deserve extra points for that!”

“Better luck next time, Buck.” Chimney pushed the card toward them.

Buck and Eddie reached for the card at the same time, their hand brushing for a moment before they pulled away and the card sailed to the floor.

***

GREEN GREEN grass.

By the time Buck and Eddie got outside, the kids were already picking up envelope size paper LGBTQ flags from the lawn and waving them around.

Christopher and Ben sat on the grass huddled together, laughing. They held pride flags in each of their hands. Christopher looked up and when his eyes met Eddie’s, he waved.

Eddie nudged Buck and nodded toward Christopher.

“I still don’t like that kid,” Buck waved back.

“Let’s get a flag.” Eddie walked forward and it took him a moment to realize Buck wasn’t following. He turned and spotted Buck marching toward Christopher and Ben.

“Buck!” Eddie hurried to catch up to Buck.

“Hey,” Buck smiled down at Christopher, ignoring Ben. “How are you doing? Got all the clues, yet?”

“Almost.” Christopher slowly got up and Eddie had to stop himself from reaching out to help. Ben handed Christopher his crutches.

“Buck this is Ben. He’s my best friend.” Christopher smiled up at Buck. No one could resist that smile, especially not Buck.

“Best friend, huh?” Buck stared down Ben for a moment before he smiled. “Nice to meet you, Ben.”

“You too, sir.” Ben stood straight and shook Buck’s hand.

Buck looked at Eddie with raised eyebrows.

“Ben’s dads are soldiers. That’s almost as cool as firefighters.” Christopher said.

***

Look for the man with BLUE umbrella, he’s hiding somewhere inside the station with your next clue.

“Last one!” Cap held out a blue card as Buck and Eddie walked inside the locker room.

Grumbling under his breath, Buck snatched the last card from Cap’s hand. “This is stupid. If you’re gonna hold an umbrella, at least do it outside. Who needs an umbrella inside?”

Cap closed his umbrella and laid it on the bench next to him. “Not me, anymore.” He walked out.

Buck put his hands on his hips. “Umbrella? Inside? That’s just… no.” He stared at the blue umbrella with pure hatred.

Eddie laughed. “And this is why I went with Chimney’s suggestion to have Cap in the locker room.”

“Wait...” Buck narrowed his eyes. “It was you! I lost that by one vote!”

“No.” Eddie snorted. He tried not to laugh, but it bursted out of him and he doubled over.

“You were supposed to have my back,” Buck said, smile evident in his voice.

Looking up, Eddie was shocked to see Buck right in front of him. “I’ll always have your back.”

Buck stepped closer to Eddie until Eddie could feel the heat of Buck’s body. He stopped laughing, mesmerized by the softness in Buck’s eyes.

“You should laugh more often.” Buck said quietly and reached toward Eddie’s face with his right hand. “Even if it’s on my expense.”

“There you are!” Chimney barged in and Buck jumped back. “Cap’s waiting for you.” Chimney looked between Buck and Eddie. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” they said at the same time.

***

If I was a VIOLET balloon where would I be?

“Next year, we need harder clues.” Eddie tore the last clue card from a string tied to a violet balloon. He let go of the string and the balloon flew into the sky.

Buck hasn’t said a word since they left the locker room, he hasn’t even looked at Eddie once. Eddie hated it. He wasn’t sure what happened back there. One moment they were talking, teasing each other as they normally did, and the next Buck was looking at him like he wanted to kiss him. That couldn’t be right. Buck didn’t want to kiss him. If he did, Eddie was sure, he’d knew about it. No, Eddie was imagining things, he was projecting his own feelings onto Buck.

“You two are the last ones.” Hen walked up to them. “I think they’re hard enough.” Hen smirked.

“That’s not nice,” Karen smile. “They did their best.” They walked away, holding hands and laughing.

“You two are hilarious.” Eddie deadpanned.

This was what Eddie wanted. He wanted someone to always be on his side, someone he could have fun with, someone to hold hands with as he walked down the street. He glanced toward Buck, wishing that someone could be him.

Eddie held up the card. They didn’t have to read it, they knew what it said: Congratulations! You won! Get your prize from the Captain.

Each kid got to pick their own prize. There were toy fire truck with rainbow stickers, toy firemen wearing rainbow helmets, dolls with rainbow hair, and rainbow teddy bears. If Eddie got to pick his toy, he’d pick the fireman with a rainbow helmet. Maybe if he was lucky, one would be left and he could take it home.

Eddie turned, wanting to ask Buck which toy he’d choose, when Buck rushed past him and marched into the station.

Frowning, Eddie looked around. What just happened?

***

Eddie followed Buck, half his attention on Buck’s tall form, half on all the kids running around and playing with their toys.

“She’s got rainbow hair!” The girl with rainbow bow in her hair thrusted a doll in front of Eddie’s face.

Eddie jerked to a stop and sidestepped her. “She does. She’s really pretty. Almost as pretty as you.”

The girl blushed and hugged her doll to her chest. She looked at him from under her eyelashes. Then ran away. With a smile on his face Eddie watched the girl run to her mom.

Standing on his tiptoes, Eddie tried to find Buck. Where did he go? He only talked to the girl for a few seconds, and apparently that’s all it took for him to lose sight of Buck.

Spotting Maddie and Chimney by the refreshments table, Eddie rushed toward them. “Have you seen Buck?”

“No.”

“Aren’t we suppose to ask you that? You two are joined at the hip most of the time.” Chimney bit into muffin, crumbs falling from his mouth and rolling down his LAFD t-shirt.

“Is everything alright?” Maddie tilted her head, looking at Eddie.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, I just lost him for a second and…” Eddie looked around the station, still not seeing Buck anywhere. He excused himself, avoiding any more questions.

He checked half the station before he made his way up to the second floor. It was quieter up here. With the scavenger hunt finished there was nothing worth seeing up here so everyone prefered to stay downstairs. All, except one. Buck.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

Buck’s back stiffened as Eddie approached him. He pushed away from the table and stood. “I’ve been here.” He walked around the table toward the kitchen. “Do you want water?”

“Sure.” Eddie shrugged and followed Buck into the kitchen.

Buck pulled two water bottles from the fridge and thrusted one toward Eddie, still not looking at him. Instead of reaching for the bottle, Eddie grabbed Buck’s hand, making Buck finally look at him. “What-”

“I can’t do this!” Buck pulled his hand away, the water bottle dropping to the floor. “I…” Buck blinked several times, he looked at Eddie’s lips, then eyes, then back to his lips.

Stepping over the water bottle, Eddie got closer to Buck. “You?”

Buck blinked and turned his head to the right. He pressed his lips together and stared at the closed fridge door.

Reaching up, Eddie cupped Buck’s cheek. “Me too.”

Buck turned, finally looking at Eddie. Eddie smiled, he leaned forward and tilted his head then gently pressed his lips against Buck’s. Buck stilled for a moment before kissing Eddie back, capturing Eddie’s top lip between his.

Eddie slid his hand from Buck’s cheek to his neck, pulling him closer, his other hand resting on Buck’s waist. Buck melted into him and wound his arms around Eddie’s shoulders.

It was just them, everything else around them disappeared.

With a groan, Eddie pulled away. His eyes closed, he leaned his forehead against Buck’s. “Wow.”

“Yeah… Wow.” Buck said breathlessly.

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digimonnetwork-project · 3 years

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Episode I

The seeds are sown...

“Shidou...Shidou....Isamu Shidou pay attention!” There was a dull thud as Isamu was thrown out of his thoughts by the sudden acquaintance of his head and the teacher’s book. At his old school, the boy in question would never have gotten in trouble for daydreaming in class, let alone assaulted for it.

“Gah! I’m sorry, Ms. Mazawa! It won’t happen again!” Isamu exclaimed, bolting from his chair and bowing repeatedly while he rubbed the back of his skull, certain a bump would develop where he’d been struck with the teacher’s book. He pictured something large and swelling, hopefully enough to get him out of math next period, but would go down before soccer practice after school.

“Honestly!” She huffed, twirling her graying hair in exasperation, “Shidou, this is the third time this week. You know I hate doing this, but if you can’t be bothered to pay attention to the lesson I’m going to have to keep you after school.”

Aside from the streaks of grey in her hair, Ms. Mazawa didn’t look more than a few years passed thirty, but her barbaric teaching methods made her seem centuries older. Isamu suspected she might be one of the old monsters of folklore, maybe Arikura-no-baba or Osakabe, but Isamu really didn’t care enough to try to research which one she could be.

“Yeah right you don’t like doing it, you keep kids after school all the time.” A chill ran up Isamu’s spine as Ms Mazawa’s irritated scowl deepened into a glare, making him overly aware of the fact that he had said this out loud instead of keeping it in his head.

She swatted him upside the head with her book a second time. “Shidou, I was just going to keep you in class for thirty minutes to reread today’s lesson, but your smart mouth just earned you a detention spent setting up the cafeteria for the archery club’s fundraiser tonight!” She declared.

“Y-yes ma’am!” Isamu stuttered, getting a giggle out of his classmates, “I’m sorry ma’am!”

“I hope you are.” Ms. Mazawa replied and turned to go back to the front of the class.

Isamu sighed and returned to his seat, brushing brown bangs out of his face and looking at his desk. At his old school, his classmates would have been laughing with him, not at him, he thought reminiscing, again, about his former life. The bangs he just moved fell right back into his eyes. He really needed to find something to keep his hair in place.

“Psst! Isamu!” He turned around at the sound of his name and saw his classmate Masato Namura give him a thumbs up. Beside him, Aki Mikami pushed up his glasses and awkwardly waved at him.

Isamu gave a small nod of acknowledgment to the both of them before facing the front of the class. The two of them were nowhere near the top of the food chain in this school’s social hierarchy, but they were the only friends he had here. He turned his head back out the window, catching his phantom reflection in the glass. How was it that he only had two friends? At his old school he was the cool popular kid that was friends with everyone, how did he become so bad at connecting to people?

In the glass, Isamu noticed more than just his own blue-eyed reflection. Just outside the door way he could make out the faint image of someone standing just outside their classroom. He looked that way just to be sure it wasn’t a trick of the light. Yes, there was a girl standing there, waiting to be invited in.

“Now that that’s out of the way, class...” Ms. Mazawa said, turning to the door, “We have a new student transferring today. Please give her a warm welcome. You can come in now, dear.”

The girl stepped in front of the class with her head held high. The students all have short gasps of amazement at the fact that she dared come in without her uniform on. The transfer student was wearing casual clothes, ankle length beige pants with green trimming that matched her Chinese style shirt and held her bag in front of her like a purse, rather than a backpack. Oddly, the thing that stood out about her wasn’t her lack of uniform, but the fact that she was wearing a white fingerless glove on her left hand with what appeared to be a strange digital watch over it.

“Hello.” She said to them, pulling a strand of her black hair behind her ear. “My name is Ju Ling, my family and I just moved here from Bejing. I don’t have my school uniform yet because of a mix up that gave me the wrong size.” She looked over at Ms. Mazawa who waved her hands for her to continue, “I'm an only child who likes computers, though I’m not necessarily very good with them. Thank you for having me, I look forward to joining your class.”

With a bow, she concluded her introduction and looked at Ms. Mazawa again who directed her to take the open seat next to Isamu. They whispered something to each other and Ju giggled as she came forward, Ms, Mazawa had probably instructed her to make sure he didn’t start daydreaming again. Isamu sighed and began scratching notes on the lecture.

This was going to be a long day...

When the last bell of the day rang, Isamu almost forgot about his detention and started out the door with Aki and Masato when Ms. Mazawa reminded him of his unwanted duties. Basically he was setting up chairs and tables for an hour and half, rather than the half hour lesson he would have gotten if he hadn’t mouthed off, but still that was an hour and a half Isamu wasn’t spending at the park practicing with Aki and Masato.

Another defeated sigh escaped him, tryouts for the Soccer team were a few weeks away, Masato was the right midfielder and Isamu had been the striker for the team at his old school, but Aki had never played an official game. Isamu felt terrible that he had to miss out on training Aki, the blond haired boy wasn’t awful by any means but he needed as much support as possible.

The archery club supervisor met him outside the door where he saw another of his classmates, Kaiyo Nakano, lined up as a volunteer. Isamu knew she was a volunteer, number one because he knew she hadn’t gotten in trouble, secondly because Kaiyo seemed to volunteer to help out with every club, though she was only an active member of the chess club.

“Hey, Shidou, I’ve already signed us both in” Kaiyo greeted, taking the opportunity to partner up with him, “It’s easier for me to work when I’m not in a skirt, so I’m going to change out of my uniform before we start. You go ahead and change too, that way you can just leave right after we’re done.”

“Oh? Okay, thanks.” Isamu replied, he hadn’t even known they were supposed to sign in as volunteers, but with Ms. Mazawa nowhere in sight, he supposed there had to be some way for them to prove he’d actually done the detention work. Deciding not to waste time, Isamu went to his locker at a slight jog and grabbed his casual clothes to change in the nearby boys bathroom.

As he swapped clothes Isamu’s text alert beeped and he juggled his phone to check it as long as there was no one to scold him for texting when he should be working. The message was from Gorou, a friend from his old school. Isamu’s heart skipped a beat, he’d messaged Gorou about hanging out over the weekend three days ago, what had taken him so long to reply? To his disappointment, Isamu opened the text to find a simple “Sorry, can’t come ¯\_(ツ)_/¯” in response to his invitation.

Isamu dejectedly put his phone away without replying and finished changing so he could get to work. He stepped out of the stall sporting a pair of capris and white shirt with the word “REAL” printed in english lettering on the front, and a black track jacket with blue stripes running down the sleeves. He folded his uniform into his school bag and started back to the gym, running into Kaiyo again on the way.

Apparently she’d had the same idea to change in the girl’s bathroom. She was dressed in a pale pink shirt with the words ‘Be Kind” written under a graphic resembling a heart made out of an arrow, an army green jacket, light shorts, and long striped socks.

“Looking sharp. Leave your bag by the door and don’t forget to pick it up when you leave” She winked at him with a friendly, teasing tone and led the way back, and took him over to a supply closet once they dropped off their bags. She went on to explain “It's actually not a lot of work to get this all set up, but it takes two people to carry one table, sometimes more for the big ones. Mr. Kojima and Mrs. Arai will tell us where to put them, we just have to coordinate and do the heavy lifting.”

She wasn’t kidding about it being heavy, Isamu could hear her grunt as she pulled a table out from the closet and was soon grunting himself as he grabbed the other end and helped her lift it away. “And you volunteered to do this?” He blurted without thinking, he really needed to stop that, it usually got a laugh in his old town, but around here, it usually got him in trouble.

But to his surprise, Kaiyo did laugh, “What can I say? I like to keep busy. It sure beats going straight to my homework.” She said, they both paused for a moment while the supervisors instructed them on where to move the table to. Kaiyo showed him how to set it up, and they were quick to return to the supply closet to get another table.

For a little while, Isamu actually felt like he was finally connecting to people as Kaiyo introduced him to other students from around the school. He’d never needed anything but soccer in his life for a long time, but as he was socializing with the volunteers and other kids in detention, Isamu thought Kaiyo probably had the right idea by volunteering with other clubs outside of his personal interests.

It didn’t take long to get everything set up, and as much fun as this had surprisingly turned out to be, Isamu was the first one out the door when everything was done- after just barely an hour rather than the hour and a half they’d thought it would take. What were the odds that Aki and Masato were still at the park? Isamu didn’t want to leave them hanging, and considered texting them when he found there was no need to.

They were waiting outside the school gates for him, already changed out of their uniforms. Masato had dark grey jeans with yellow stripes on the side, and a vest half zipped over an old graphic tee from the 80s. His dark brown hair was kept out of his bangs with a red bandana that, for some reason, Ms. Mazawa let him where in class.

“Man, they sure kept you in there long enough, did’ja have to clean the toilets with a toothbrush or something?” Masato griped as he picked his bag off the ground and stood back from the school gate.

“Ms. Mazawa told him to help set up for the archery club, I don’t think that’s what they do in detention.” Aki told him and pushed up his glasses, his white jacket was zipped up all the way and had an orange stripe running horizontally across his chest and shoulders. He had dark green pants tucked into long boots, and his bag was strapped over his shoulder.

“What would you know about it? You’ve never gotten a detention!” Masato teased, lightly punching Aki’s shoulder, playfully, Aki stepped on his foot in response.

“He will if he keeps hanging out with you.” Isamu joked back and turned to Aki, “And yeah, I was totally scrubbing toilets with a toothbrush, all detention kids have to!”

The look on Aki’s face was priceless, it took all of his will power not to laugh, “Y-you’re kidding, right!?” His glasses slipped further down his nose and once more he had to push them back into place.

“About the toilets or about you getting in detention because of me?” Masato slinging his arms around each of their shoulders, at which point Isamu couldn’t help laughing, ruining the joke entirely.

“Well, never mind.” He said, freeing himself from Masato and sticking his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Sorry to have kept you guys waiting, you still free for practice or-”

“-Shidou!” All three of them turned to look, surprised to hear Kaiyo calling for Isamu.

She was running toward them from the school entrance. She’d been a volunteer and was free to go whenever, but Isamu was under the impression that she was going to stick around to decorate too. His face flushed a little when he saw the reason she was running to catch up with him.

“What’s up Nakano, can’t you see we’re trying to escape from this place?” Masato trilled with a mischievous grin.

Kaiyo skidded to a stop and panted for a second before she looked at Isamu and smiled as she handed him the bag she was carrying with her. His bag, that he must have left at the fundraiser despite her warning not to. “You forgot this.” She winked at him, “Tanizaki wanted to hang it from the basketball hoop but I told him it was mine. You owe me big time.”

“Ah, th-thanks Nakano.” Isamu replied, taking his bag back and flipping it over his shoulders.

She waved her hand dismissively, “You can just call me Kaiyo if you want.” she said, hiking her own bag onto her shoulders and turned away, heading down another street, before shouting over her shoulder “See you guys in class tomorrow! Don’t forget your homework again, Namura or Ms. Mazawa might actually make you eat lunch in the hall this time!”

Masato made a face while Isamu quirked his eyebrow at the bizarre sounding punishment, “It’s worse than it sounds,” Masato said, “Anyway, I guess I better get home and do that homework. You guys alright practicing without me?”

“Actually, I’d better do the homework too.” Aki said, pushing up his glasses and looking at the ground, “After all we have that math test coming up and it’s my worst subject.”

“You say that about every subject.” Isamu rolled his eyes slighting, very aware that he needed the practice for the math test more than he needed practice for the soccer try-outs, “Man, sorry about the detention guys, I hate to have you waiting for me and not have time to actually practice.”

Masato clapped his shoulder, “It’s alright, we can practice for a while and then do homework together at the park. I fail, you fail, what do you say? We can always practice more this weekend, you guys free?”

“I’m always free.” Aki replied with a shrug. “And studying together would probably be good for all of us, too” they both turned to Isamu, waiting to hear his answer.

His fingers brushed his phone and thought about Gorou, but remembered that his friend claimed to be too busy to hang out this weekend- somethin he was never too busy for when they lived on the same side of the river. “Yeah, I’m free too. Who wants to race- huh?”

Isamu paused mid sentence, staring up at the building across the street where the air had seemed to distort for a second. Aki and Masato both looked the same way, but there was nothing to see. Isamu quickly dismissed it as a trick of the light, “Sorry, seeing things I guess.” He said, though he couldn’t shake the sudden feeling of being watched, “Anyway, I’ll race you guys to the park!” He pushed his way passed them and took off at a run, giving them no choice but to give chase.

Isamu laughed as he ran, Masato quickly started gaining on him with Aki no more than a few feet behind. The park was a few blocks away, and all three of them were exhausted from the run, “I’m.. so...slow…” Aki complained as they panted by the water fountain.

Masato checked the clock on his phone, “Actually... I think we... broke our record” He said.

Isamu clapped Aki’s shoulder, coughing slightly, “And you... kept up, just fine...I had guys on my team… At my old school...who were much slower…” He told him.

It took a few more minutes to convince Aki that he had done well, before they all agreed to sit at a picnic table and complete one page of homework before they started practice. Working together they actually managed to complete two pages before they remembered they wanted to practice some, too. Aki had a duffle bag which he kept his swimming trunks and towel in, as well as his uniform and clothes when he needed to change, and now it had become home to their soccer ball.

Between homework and practice, Isamu forgot about the strange distortion he’d seen outside the school, but while they were practicing the feeling of being watched started to creep up on him again. Not wanting to frighten Aki or Masato, he ignored the feeling and focused entirely on being the instructor, teaching both of them a trick he’d picked up at his old school to pass the ball between teammates while feigning a shot at the goal to confuse the other team.

At long last, they’d had enough practice and went back to their homework where it was harder to ignore the feeling of being watched. It was starting to alarm Isamu greatly, “Man, guys, I’m starting to get really tired” He sad, stretching to try to avoid suspicion of why he was suddenly backing out of the study group, “I think I’m finally getting this, so I’m going to head home for dinner and finish up tonight. I can text if I need extra help right?”

Masato nodded, “Yeah, it’s starting to get late, too” he said, “My aunt will get worried if I don’t at least call.” Aki agreed, and they all got up to leave the park- the feeling following Isamu, though neither Aki nor Masato seemed to be concerned. Whatever it was, he didn’t want to put them in danger so he tried to discreetly hurry them along.

However, the three of them spent a few extra minutes talking on the side of the road and finalizing plans for their weekend meet up before they finally parted ways. Aki and Masato lived three blocks away from each other, but Isamu lived in an apartment in the opposite direction.

Having lived down here long enough to have learned a few short cuts, Isamu avoided the crowded main roads by taking less used alleyways, hoping to lose whatever was haunting him. This particular street was a back road behind a few convenience stores that occasionally company trucks used for deliveries, but Isamu rarely saw anyone actually using them.

His text alert beeped again, making him jump slightly, but he stopped to check it, this time the message was from another of his friends from his old school canceling their plans to hang out the next day. Isamu frowned and put his phone in his pocket without texting back. He’d only moved across the river for his father’s new job. Why was it so hard for everyone to meet him?

The boy became so lost in his thoughts that his sense of alertness started to fail. Isamu had his phone out again, looking up what assignments he had to for his classes and trying to decide what he needed to complete after dinner and what could be done during lunch tomorrow when he noticed movement. Isamu looked up, now absolutely certain that it was not just his imagination, or a trick of the light.

Where he had seen nothing but an odd ripple from the corner of his eye, something melded into view. It looked like a giant chameleon wearing military gear. “Found a good one!” A raspy voice called out from the monster’s direction. Wait- that thing wasn’t the one speaking was it?

Faster than Isamu could make a run for it, a long slimy tongue lashed out of the creature’s mouth and wrapped around his body. He screamed and wiggled desperately, but was yanked closer to the chameleon’s open maw. Isamu closed his eyes, not wanting to see his upcoming doom, and wondering if the creature would kill him first or if it intended to swallow him whole and alive.

Neither option appeared to be the case, however as mere meters from the beast’s jaws, the tongue suddenly lifted him high. Isamu hardly dared to open his eyes again, but eventually had to when the raspy voice demanded he did, confirming that it was in fact the giant chameleon that was speaking.

Isamu struggled to breathe in the firm grip of the tongue, but did as commanded and opened his eyes to look at the creature, which was scrutinizing him the same way he might inspect the latest electronics while deciding what was better quality.

“Yes, yes. You’ll do.” The monster muttered, Isamu whimpered as the tongue started to retract back toward the creature’s mouth, certain that this time he was going to be lizard chow, but to his relief, Isamu’s toes brushed the ground and he was released. Isamu toppled over, landing face first onto the pavement. “You’ll do just fine.”

Instinct told Isamu to get up and run, but logic reminded him that the creature would catch him with its tongue again if he tried...and maybe this time he would end up as dinner. “I...I’ll do just fine for what...?” Isamu asked, clearly food wasn’t what this monster was after, for now at least, but he had no idea what it really wanted from him.

The answer came with a massive foot being pressed onto his back, pinning him to the ground. “My Tamer!” The creature replied, “I am Chamelemon! And I need a leader like you to make me stronger!”

Chamelemon spoke as if Isamu should know what that meant, “You seem plenty strong to me!” He said, and wound up again regretting his tendency to say what was on his mind, when the pressure on his back increased as Chamelemon pushed him harder into the ground.

“Don’t be a fool! I barely scrapped through the war on my own! I need you to be my Tamer!” Chamelemon growled, “Now, make me stronger or I’ll kill you!”

Isamu wasn’t really in a position to say no, even if that’s all he wanted to do. Who did this thing think he was, what did he mean leader? Sure he had taken charge of Soccer practice but that hardly made him a leader. What could someone as powerless as Isamu do to make Chamelemon stronger? Two shapes appeared in Isamu’s peripheral vision, a black one and a white one. Female voices cried out strange words.

"Moon Surge!”

“Sun Bash!”

He managed to turn his head just enough to see the white shape, some kind of dog-like animal, shoot a small blast of light energy at Chamelemon. Though Isamu couldn’t see it, the black one on the other side of him was doing the same thing. The combined blast was powerful enough to knock Chamelemon back, allowing Isamu to scramble away.

With a good look at his rescuers now, Isamu realized that they were an almost identical pair. The canine features extended only to their faces and body shapes, their ears were long and tipped with tuffs of fur that were red on the black creature and blue on the other. They had long tails with spikes on the end.

“Ju! Get ready” The white one called, glancing behind her, passed Isamu forcing him to look as well.

He was surprised to see the girl that had transferred into class just that day. Ju looked equally surprised to see him, but didn’t dwell on it long as she focused on whatever it was that the white creature had told her to prepare for. Ju lifted her arm, pressing buttons on her digital watch.

The black one dodged a lashing from Chamelemon’s tongue, “Leptomon! Ju! We need to act now!”

“Don’t rush her, Cannismon!” the other replied, shooting another blast of energy from her mouth.

“All set!” Ju called, looking up from her glove, “Do it!”

The small dogs leaped between Isamu and Chamelemon, and their bodies began to glow. “Eclipse Snare!” they cried in unison and bounded forward, black and white energy trailed their every move.

Chamelemon attempted to squash them with both his tongue and his claws but Cannismon and Leptomon were much faster than him. The pair encircled him several times before their glow diminished and they sprinted away . The trail of energy they’d left behind tightened like a noose, trapping Chamelemon in its coil!

Ju took a few long strides forward, holding her gloved hand in front of her, “Initiate data conversion!” She shouted.

A computerized voice replied “Data conversion initiating.” A beam of light shot out of Ju’s watch and struck the giant lizard. Chamelemon started to pixelate, “Conversion in progress.”

“No!” Chamelemon struggled in his bonds, much like Isamu had while trapped by his tongue, and just as fruitlessly. Bits of his body broke off in small pixels and were dragged down the beam into the watch. The process was slow at first but picked up speed, and soon there wasn’t enough of Chamelemon left to struggle.

When he vanished entirely, the beam returned to Ju’s watch and the computer voice announced, “Conversion complete. Scanning new data....Scan complete. Digimon identified: Chamelemon. Would you like to view Chamelemon’s profile?”

“Not now.” Ju said and lowered her arm, pressing another button on her wristwatch.

The air around them pixelated in a similar manner to how Chamelemon had vanished, but aside from that, nothing seemed to change. “Digital Construct deactivated.” The computer said.

Ju then turned to Isamu, “You alright?” She asked.

Isamu’s mouth was hanging open in shock, “Wha- Did you kill it?” He asked.

Ju laughed, “What? No! No, I never kill Digimon. I just converted his data into something a little easier to carry.”

Isamu jumped when two small bodies suddenly pressed up against him, “If a Tamer converts a realized Digimon back into scan data, they can take them back to the Network, or even all the way back to the Digital World!” The one that had been called Leptomon said, bumping her head against Isamu’s hand like she wanted him to pet her.

“We always send the hostile ones back to the Digital World. If they attack humans in this world they’re not going to be welcome in the Network.” Cannismon added, wagging her tail, but keeping back from Isamu.

“Digimon? Network? Digital World?” Isamu looked at Ju for some kind of explanation, but the transfer student was busy giggling.

Finally she stepped over and offered him her hand to help him back to his feet. “That’s a little hard to explain, but Cannismon and Leptomon seem to like you, and they don’t usually warm up to strangers. Maybe Chamelemon was onto something, choosing you.”

“I don’t understand.” Isamu exclaimed, digging his hands into his pocket, “Choosing me for what?”

“To be a Digimon Tamer.” She replied, lifting her glove to him so that he could see that it was not a watch on her wrist. She lowered it and held her hand out again, this time in greeting. “I know I introduced myself this morning, but I think we should have a more proper one. I’m Ju Ling, I’ve been a Tamer for three years. These are my partners, Cannismon, and Leptomon.”

“Nice to meet you!” Leptomon said with a sing-song-voice, Cannismon gave the same response in a less enthusiastic tone.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Isamu Shidou.” He replied, shaking Ju’s hand and looking at the creatures at their feet for a moment before turning his eyes back to Ju. “What’s a Tamer?”

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Chew the Bullet - Chapter Two

A Modern Warfare series

Casey Vos is a liaison officer for the Dutch Special Forces. She has been stationed in Afghanistan and Syria, but now works everywhere they need her assistance. Specialized in counterterrorism and intelligence, she is unmistakably a great asset for the upcoming Taskforce 1-4-1, under the command of Captain John Price.

A/N: Here it is – the official chapter two of Chew the Bullet. I’m going to slowly introduce all the characters while following the storyline of the gaming series, starting with the most recent campaign of Modern Warfare (2019). English is not my first language, but I’m getting better at it. Please, if you see any errors, let me know so I can fix it. It’s much appreciated. Well, I hope you enjoy! And please leave a note, vote or message with your thoughts! Bravo team out.

Warnings: action.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

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When Kate stops talking Casey knows there is a problem. She’d known her since she started working as a liaison officer for the Dutch Special Forces, and Kate Laswell isn’t capable of silence unless her brain is in complete overload. The American station chief was like a female mentor to Casey. A retired CIA agent once told her that “when it comes to unconventional information warfare, Kate Laswell rewrote the book.” She had saved tens of thousands of lives, and was a respected contact for multiple actors in the world of military and intelligence. “Kate?” Casey said softly in the hope to get any answer from the officer.

Hearing her name, she checked the time on her watch. “Echo 3-1 and a team of marines just took off to check out one of Barkov’s depots on the edge of Verdansk, Casey. I need to inform the colonel about this intel. We don’t want an international incident with our prints all over it.” Casey gasped, “Alex?” Her pulse skipped the moment she heard his name. Alex and his team had played a key role in one of the special operations Casey was working on two and a half years ago. Working together with the Special Activities Division of the CIA gave her a lot of happy, but also sad memories. The tall American operative had stolen a place in her heart – they were like brother and sister. An attempt to assassinate the Wolf back in the summer of 2017 took a wrong turn, and he probably still believed she was killed in action. Nobody would have survived a drop off that cliff in Georgia, but she was lucky. They deliberately chose to keep her survival under the radar for safety reasons. “Yes… Alex. I’m going to inform Norris. I’ll call you back as soon as I have more information about this,” Kate informed the liaison officer before ending the call.

11:53 PM U.S. Military Base, Kastovia

Her feet pounded the tarmac as fast as her legs could carry. Luckily, her office wasn’t that far from Colonel Norris’ location. Out of breath she entered the tent, “Colonel, we may have a problem…” Looking over his shoulder he saw the blonde coming up from behind him, “Too late, Laswell. We’re live.” This wasn’t the response Kate was expecting so she decided to take action, no matter what the tall marine was going to do afterwards. “Not until I say so. Watcher to 3-1, how copy?” she spoke into the microphone.

11:57 PM Verdansk, Kastovia

Alex and the Marine Raiders were only a couple of clicks away from the depot when he heard the station chiefs voice in his earpiece. “Station chief Laswell, send traffic,” he replied looking at the men around him. “General Barkov has sent a new shipment of chlorine gas to his depot, but his mercs are prepping to move the chems into Urzikstan via convoy, tonight.” He knew the mission was to retrieve and secure chemicals, but he wasn’t expecting they were on a clock. Not even to mention the extra mercenaries they could expect on site. “You’re still clear to engage, but live fire on Russian military is prohibited. We cannot have an international incident.” The risks of the job were clear, but the rules of engagement were something he could not always follow. “No guarantees Russian army won’t respond on this, Kate,” he clarified while prepping the drop. “Understood, Alex. Just locate the gas, commandeer Barkov’s trucks, and get off the X before the tide turns.” The two men in front of him roped down. “Copy, Watcher. We’ll handle it,” he confirmed before joining the marines on the ground. “We need to keep this on a tight loop. Barkov’s men are moving the gas tonight,” he announced.

The trees surrounding them in the darkness were thick and old with twisted roots. The path wasn’t visible at first, but it didn’t take them long before they spotted the first two guards at the ridge. “Psst. Heads up,” the marine on the front spoke through the comms. “Two mercs, no uniforms.” The team slowly approached the men, staying out of sight. “They’re game, drop ‘em.” The two Russians went down and they moved up the path to have a clear view of the base. “Echo 3-1 to Blue Viking 5, call for fire. Stand by for target conformation,” Alex called in. With one of the binoculars he scanned for any activity at the depot. There was a vehicle coming up to the main gate, probably contractors. And someone was guarding the surrounded area from the tower on the left of the entrance. No sign of the presence of Russian military cleared them to take the next step in the mission. “Blue Viking 5, this is Echo 3-1. Troops in the open, south gate. You are cleared hot.” Within five seconds the base lit up like a Christmas tree. “Echo 3-1, good effect on target. Viking is RTB, good hunting,” the operator confirmed through the comms.

Upon arriving on the base they had a run in with some of the survivors of the blast, but nothing they couldn’t handle. The team cleared the outside area of the base and moved up towards the warehouse where the gas was stored according to the intel. When they opened the entrance door and put on the gas masks for safety, someone killed the power. “Go white-light,” one of the marines advised. “It’s pitch black in here.” Alex took point and guided the marines through the storage space, killing the last of the men on base. All he needed was one flashbang and some bullets. They managed to get the power back on, but a surprise was waiting - the guys they just killed were Spetsnaz, Russian army. “3-1 to Watcher… Barkov’s hired guns are Spetsnaz. We got Russian army KIA – we need to bug out now.” Kate reacted immediately, “Negative. Command wants mission accomplished on this. Not our choice.” It was never their choice, so the comment didn’t surprise him. When he climbed on the back of one of the trucks, he took out a small stick to verify if the barrels contained the chemicals. With a swap and a click, the stick turned green. “Jackpot. PID on the gas.”

Quickly they moved to the jeeps waiting for them at the back. It was time to load up and get out of this shithole. He entered the vehicle and took shotgun. “All stations, we are Oscar Mike to the RV, watch your sectors.” Kate responded, “Good work, Alex. Rally at the hook point for egress.” Out of nowhere a burning truck came bolting down the hill and bullets sprayed all around them. “Back up, back up!” Alex yelled, but they were too late. “All stations, we are under attack, hitman is taking heavy contact from unknown forces,” the marine next to him said before they got hit by a RPG. The car rolled over and everything went black.

Everything hurts and time slowed down. “Watcher to 3-1. How copy?! Alex, do you read- Over!” The world was spinning as he saw one of the marines come up to him with his weapon in hand. “I got you, I got you 3-1.” He pulled him out of the burning car and searched for cover, but he got shot and killed instantly. Two masked insurgents approached as the badly wounded marine in front of Alex struggled to get up. “Who the fuck is this!” he yelled before he got hit by another bullet. As the only survivor, Alex tried to focus on what they were saying - these guys are definitely no Russians. And when they found out the team they just ended were American the panic started. Just as fast as they appeared they drove off with the trucks filled with the chlorine gas. Alex lifted his gas mask and struggled to sit up. “Echo 3-1 to Watcher,” he coughed. “Alex, what happened?” the station chief asked. “Terrorist attack- Multiple marines KIA. Gas stolen. We need EVAC, now!”

11:55 PM Scotland Yard, London

Casey and Kyle returned to the headquarters of the Metropolitan Police Service after the raid in South London. They managed to bag up most of the evidence they found in the townhouse, and a few officers stayed back to clean out the place and check if they missed anything. She couldn’t stop thinking about Alex on her way back to the Yard. Suddenly the phone in her pocket started to vibrate. She tapped the green icon on the screen, “Hello?”

It was the familiar voice of Kate on the other end of the line. “Casey, the operation is compartmentalized. Alex found the gas, but securing it went wrong. The team got ambushed and multiple marines are KIA.” Casey’s eyes widened, “What about Alex? Is he alive?” was the first thing that she asked. “Multiple Russian forces were heading his way, but we got to the exfil in time.” She crumpled down on the ground against the wall. “What do you need me to do?” She tried to get her thoughts together. “I just spoke to General Lyons. The Kremlin has suspended all deconfliction channels, the Sixth Fleet is pushing into the Black Sea… and the chemical weapons are now in the wild,” the American sighed. “I told her that intelligence is our best weapon, but she didn’t want to hear anything about it,” she continued. “Okay, so what are you saying?” the Dutch lieutenant replied. “I called Price, Case. We need his help.”

This day got even more complicated by the minute now. First Alex, and now John Price. Two people who thought she died on their last op together. “I know what you are thinking, Casey, but I can’t think of a better team to handle this situation. We need to fix this! The weapons could be heading to Paris, New York…” Kate didn’t need to finish her sentence, because the twenty-seven year old knew what was coming next, “London… I understand, Laswell. But don’t inform them about my involvement yet. You know I will help you, but I want to be the one to tell them about the fact that I’m not somewhere rotting in a ditch at the crossroad of Western Asia and Eastern Europe.” Kate exhaled slowly, “We knew this day was coming the moment the Wolf would get back on the grit. I know it’s not going to be easy, but we will do this your way, Case. What about the intel you recovered tonight? Did you find anything that can help us right now?” Casey glanced at the file on her lap, “No, not yet. But I’ll contact you as soon as I find something we can use.”

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VACATION

pairing: Bucky Barnes X Rogers!Reader

summary: Steve Rogers finally decided to take time off, away from his nonstop phone calls and endless meetings that made him pull his hair out. Only this time, he brought his daughter to the lovely holiday. And oh, his best friend tagged too.

word count: 4.5k yeeee

warnings: starter angst, no complete smut, dirty talking

notes: i have so much on my plate lol, my study routine is at least 2 hours a day and although my sleep schedule is not falling out- i demand for more. I AM SOOO SORRY for not posting that much, writers block has seriously done me badly and it hurts.

The flight felt like forever, in the middle of the air with the aeroplane wheezing; passengers asleep, eyes shut tight even though the transportation bounced up and down- hitting faint turbulence that was somehow not noted towards the flyers. Y/N crossed her legs, her arms on the foam-filled armrest of her first-class chair; a luxury she was born with. The spacious pod felt free, not suffocating at all as she could breathe with no one beside her. Although she was free from forced conversations, this could only mean one thing she didn’t like: uncontrollable thoughts that can sometimes lead to unpredictable imaginations. Her fingers drummed a gentle beat like pressing softly onto the keys of a piano, she rested her head onto the glass to admire the dark night, stars painted with glittering highlights.

She caressed the double-framed window, the frigid air from the outside glossed her fingertips. Her fingers ran over the twinkling stars, a frown playing on her lips at the sudden remembrance of her mother’s writing. The story she wrote ever since she met her father. It will never find a conclusion. I wish to hold you, my love, I want to stay with you until you grow old and I shall cripple with age; but my dear, even though you aren’t here, outside with me- I love you. I wish to sing you a different lullaby every night. You will always be my little girl, now I understand why my mother used to stick by me. Dear my love, your father and I are ecstatic waiting for you, although he isn’t patient- every time you would kick me (which really hurts), he would rush in to feel it. Before we even knew of your gender, we had already planned the whole room for you. I don’t know what it was, but I went with a space theme; stars stuck to every inch of the walls and ceilings. Even your crib mobile had the moon and planets; I didn’t force it onto you did I? I’m sorry my love

And the dotted lines that drifted out of the boundary of the paper ended. Its black ink smudged the words that existed above it. That was it. No other words added onto her melancholy part of the story, if it shall be continued- it will never be the same. Whenever she was curious child, she would read the writing on and on; it was like a guide book to her. A tourist pamphlet from her cherished mother. And although she never got the chance to speak to her or be able to brag about the amazingness of her mother, the book was the connection she could faintly have. The bond between her words and Y/N’s heartbeat will always be in sync. The slight clench it gave her will never be the same if someone else was to proceed with the beautiful art her mother had created and crafted with her emotions. That was the ending.

Every time a stewardess or a steward would walk down the aisle, she would just wear a faint smile and a shake of her head when they would ask if she needed their assistance. They would reply with the same gesture before fading away. A sigh escaped her lips. With a bang of her head, it landed on the inflexible seat.

“Psst,” A voice called her, she snapped back; her head whipping up and down the aisle- everyone seemed to be asleep. The only light illuminating was from the galley and those massive screens which shone brightly onto the asleep figures. Clearly too bothered to switch it off. She was not surprised when her eyes landed on Bucky. He looked so freshly awake, not a tint of tire in him. He gestured his hand for her to come to him, she glimpsed at her father who sat on the opposite seat of her aisle, his mouth wide open as faint snores rang out. His nose scrunched. “Come here,” Bucky mouthed, pointing to his seat as an invitation.

Y/N bit her bottom lip in contemplation, she glanced at her father one more time before unbuckling her seatbelt. The click of the metal clashed with the muffled seat, she winced in her head at the volume. She stood up, holding her armrest as a stabilizer, making sure no one was walking down the aisle. Strutting to the designated place, Bucky poked out of his seat; his eyes trained on her as she puts on a show for him. A chuckle left her lips. She plotted onto his lap, legs hanging off the seat and swinging into the aisle. He huffed at the abrupt place of weight on him, a slight wince fell off his lips. She threw her head back, slapping his chest at the exaggerated reaction.

His arms snaked around her waist, tugging her closer, her hands flat open to rest on his shoulders, “You look so hot in this.” His fingers slyly brushed against her skin, it was freezing like ice. She yelped. Although she created an audible noise, she was quick to realize her mistake. Covering her mouth with a slap of her hand, her eyes widened while Bucky laughed, amused at her expression.

“It’s just a simple shirt.” She reasoned once she had scanned the seats to check if there were any awake witnesses, his laughter died.

Eyes scanning the clothing, Bucky hummed, yes- it really was. The white shirt had a simple image printed onto it; an eyebrow quirked up, not agreeing with her opinion, “Well, you definitely look fuckable in it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, unable to understand his insatiable horniness that can never be satisfied, “I guess I have to say thank you now.” He hummed, nodding curtly as his fingers played with the hem of the shirt, fiddling with the fabric between his fingers.

Bucky pushed himself back to relax on his seat; his eyes shot up to gaze at her. He leaned in, his mouth hovering over her ears as it occasionally brushes with little contact. Slight frustration roared in her. Eyes fluttered to a shut, she enjoys the warmth that swirled her to thoughts she shouldn’t be having, “You’ll have to be quiet baby,”

The confusion that strikes her sipped away as his hand rested on her clothed sex, his frustratingly slow gestures pressed onto the now wet panties. Her mouth fell open as his fingers traced her inner thighs with languid movements, he nudged a leg to open her legs wide for him. Toes curling whenever his fingers would accidentally brush against her, she grabbed onto his arms as intermittent breathing echoed out of her lips. As soon as his fingers slipped into her pants, his fingers rested above her cunt. A tired groan was heard- too familiar. And with a splat, Y/N met the floor with agony pain rippling through her body, “I’m so sorry babe, I-“ Although he didn’t know the father continued his snooze, Bucky whispered-shouted an apology to the person he just threw off his lap and onto the dirty floor.

Y/N glimpsed at him with anger before scoffing, ignoring the hand he let out for her to grab ahold of. Dusting her knees, she straightened her outfit before stomping away- back to her seat with pursed lips as she held her head high. Bucky could only peek with squinted eyes, holding a sigh of relief when he saw his passed out best friend; the anxiety that crawled in him for what he will get in return later on as karma- did not feel good.

“Finally, I can feel my legs,” Steve grumbled, head thrown back as he groaned out the complaint. The shades he wore tilted back, he narrowed his eyes. The burning and beaming source of the rays burning the whole planet like a flaming furnace.

Y/N exited the car, a duffle bag on her shoulders as her eyes scanned the area she assumed she would be staying in for a few days. The platform above the clear crystal water, that seemed as if it were millions of glittery gems, creaked and cried as every pressure cracked its bones. Petit kids ran around with little care in their heads, a large hat on their heads as a thick layer of sunscreen seemed to be slapped onto their skin. The manager of the area scurried in a hurried manner; the floors yelled. A clipboard in his hands- a string with one end wrapped around a minuscule seashell created the loudest of the noise whenever it would bang into the metal. It would vibrate over the cackling of the seagulls and the gnashing of the ocean waves. The saltiness was obnoxious, at least it was better than staying on a ship that would rock in the water. The puking challenge would’ve last for a second, “Please follow me.”

So they did so, her eyes wouldn’t rest on one area- its relentless movements filled her with fascination at the gobsmacking view of the see-through water. Y/N’s lips fell into an ‘o’. She shrugged her shoulders, adjusting the position of the backpack to rest comfortably; but it just keeps digging and stabbing her shoulder with no mercy. She huffed.

“Let me help you.” Her shoulders lifted up, feeling it light as a force tugged her bag away. She snapped her head to face the voice who offered her help, he already had his arm looped inside the sling.

“You don’t have to.” She reasoned, tugging the bag in an attempt to carry it by herself. Halting, Bucky quirked his eyebrows up, the sunglasses he wore shading the icy blue eyes she could get lost in very easily. Giving up easily, she removed the weight off of her with slight reluctant, she pushed the strap to move to his.

Houses connected its front entrance door to the platform, a small bridge that had been secured by fences that ran along the side for safety. Standing on top of each fence in front of every house was a sign. The wood was supposed to inform those as it displayed the house number. Y/N’s legs ached in agony, although they slept well in a flight like tired babies- it had caused them to throb with pain as soon as they stood up to walk. Even if it was a first-class seat with a supposedly large area for leg movements, the aeroplane still constricted area to go. And all she could remember was anytime a ding rung out, her father would wake up with his eyes shot open- his feet were quick to move, he ran up and down the aisle without uttering a word before plopping back onto his seat.

Finally, they stood in front of their holiday house. They took quick notice of the location, the furthest from the rest. Steve pushed his glasses down, to remove the layer of darkness that glossed over the stunning house that they will be calling home for a few weeks. Bucky hummed as had wore a faint smile, approving at the great choice by his best friend.

Figures of those who were guiding her disappeared. Pulling away from the cursive view, a frown played on her lips, not comfortable by being alone in an area she didn’t know anything about. Before she entered the house, her hand rested on the doorknob, eyes scanning the sign that laid above the door- 39. Her head tilted to the side, a hum muffling in her mouth. But the idea of exploring the house attracted her more. So she did so.

Y/N let out a loud huff as she stretched her arms, her back was stabbing her like thousand of needles. The interest in adventuring her room called her even if she just wanted to spring open like a starfish onto the bed. In the corner of the room was a simple desk with a wide mirror- all of its drawers empty. The walls held few framed photos of art she wouldn’t be able to understand- swirls of lines and colourful parallel shapes. Pacing towards her toilet, she pushed the door open. With a creak, the door welcomed her to the next room. A sigh of relief fell off her lips at the realization of the layout, she didn’t even know she was holding it in. She desperately craved for a bath.

That’s how she ended up in the tub, head rested on the sides as she enjoys the eerie swirls of the water. Even with the slightest of movements, echoing of the liquid could be heard throughout the room. It was so silent, quiet and tranquil. Every so often the growing sadness prodded her thoughts, but all she could do was hum a random lyrics with words presented on her head in an attempt to overtake the thoughts. It didn’t work.

“What a sight,” Eyes shot open with trembling shock, her head whipped to the voice that rung from the door. The thumping of her heart calmed as she gently pats it. Although peacefulness eluded from the room, she somehow did not hear the door opening. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. But before she had the chance to utter out the question full of doubts; Bucky beat her to it. “You left the door open, doll.” She wasn’t so surprised, he’d done this so many times- taking any chance he would get.

Pushing the crying door, he swung it- opening and closing it, playing with it (clearly not a toy) like a little child before halting to a stop as the words he always imagined her to say fall off her lips like strings of melody, “Care to join?” And oh boy, he did not miss a second as soon as the beat started; his fingers agile and rapid, unbuttoning his shirt and tugging down his pants. Turning his body to face the tub, his ready posture caused her to quirk her eyebrows at the open ajar door. His lips fell into a rounded ‘o’ at the realization.

With a click, he waddled back before curling his fingers at the side of his boxers; fiddling with it as his eyes rested on her face, watching her as he teased her. And boy did it work. Her eyes didn’t move anywhere else, a shameless act she wasn’t even ashamed of. Y/N’s mouth dried. The semi-hard shaft now hardening, it flicks as it was freed from the suffocation.

“Come on babe, make space for me,” He teased, a proud smirk playing on his lips as he watched her squeeze herself to the front of the bathtub- knees bent to rest on her chest. His eyes ran around her exposed skin before jumping in to join her routine. Hands resting on her hips, he pushed her up so she was hovering over the bed of the bath. Although there was a lot of space for one, to squeeze in two-person was a tight compromisation. A sigh left his lips at the warm water engulfing his body, the feeling of himself sink into her; the tender tight hug of her around him cause him to rest his head back. It hangs over the edge as the bathtub laid a few metres away from the walls. Y/N’s fingers curled around the tub, eyes shut tight as she felt his shaft throb; it poked her cervix. Thoughts ran around his head aimlessly, uncontrollable ideas zapping out of nowhere.

Soft caress rubbed against her shivering back. His calloused fingers prodded her sensitive skin. Although the water was warm, the temperature seemed to be out of balance. Cold air, warm water and the heat pressuring in her created a turmoil. The thought of having him run his fingers around with no pathway only made Y/N excited. Her eyes shut tight at the enjoyment. A low groan echoed from Bucky’s lips. His hands tightened its grip on her skin as she wiggled around, the soft splashing of water that created a loud noise, “Oh- fuck...”

His toes curled. The position she was taking him felt surreal, he was prodding places that felt like heaven. Eyes rested on her back with his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck; stabilizing her as she bounces up and down. Chorus of moans and grunts filled the room with water overflowing out of the container. The two bodies froze. A knock from the door stopped them.

“Y/N? You okay in there?” Bucky’s hand halted, hovering above her cunt as the voice of his best friend echoed through the crevices of the door. If it wasn’t for Y/N’s reminded to lock the door, god knows what would happen to both of them. She would never want to see that day.

She realized the lingering moment of silence that her father might’ve found suspicious. Her thoughts jumped from one idea to another, maybe he might be nosy and try to find out? Albeit a mess, her head still managed to squeeze out words, “O-oh! Yes! I’m fine, everything’s okay Dad! I’m peachy!” The assurance fell off her lips quicker than she wanted it to be, her eyes shut tight at the stupid mistake that seemed frantic and panicked.

“Sure? I heard a groan.” The muffled voice of her father seemed to be blurring away as a tender touch pressed onto her clit. Her eyes widened, head snapping down to face the hand that could not be controlled. Even at times like these, the insatiable man could not wait even for a second. Bucky smirked as she whipped her head back to face him, his fingers only brushing over her needy lips languidly and teasingly.

“Yes, I’m sure! It’s nothing really.” The grip she had on the walls of the tub tightened; she tried her best to not grind on his finger, she needed her father to go away first. The teasing fingers of Bucky caressed around the area she desperately needed him at. Although he wished he could carry on to play with her, edging her- he would love to see her try to muffle her moans. He wore a smirk, he tugged his cock out- the erected shaft stood out, poking out of the water as it slanted onto her cunt. He plunged a finger into her. Thanks to the water as lubrication, he had no problem to sink his digits into her with smooth flow. A ragged moan left her lips, her eyes shut tight at the tightness around the digit.

”Are you sure, honey?” Bucky rolled his eyes, tired of hearing his best friend cockblocking him. The frustration exerted force... somewhere else. Irritated, he pumped his fingers in a relentless pace; unbothered by the splashing of water that weighed him down. Her back arched, if only her father wasn’t in front of the door- she could have been undone by now. Knowing how she would react, he wrapped his other hand around her chest, he pulled her back so she would lay flat on his. A breathy sigh left his lips, he could only take a glimpse at his work. In figures of eight, he motioned onto her clit, he grunted as her nails dug into his arm.

“Yes, dad! I am very sure!” Her tone being too angry and furious was laced with frustration. The need of him to stay far away as possible dug into her head.

“Oh, alright, if you need me,” His words seemed to be stretched out, the strings of mumbling sentences bashed against the shield that covered her ears. Her toes curled as Bucky’s fingers rubbed the spot. It’s as if he knew her body as if he studied the areas that make her writhe with the slight touch of his hand. “I’ll be outside.” The soft pacing off footsteps outside the door was relieving.

“Is that all you got?” He raised his eyebrows at the competitive question. Oh, he was about to prove her wrong.

She pulled the doors of the fridge with slight force, the strong attraction between the door and its body seemed stronger than the bonds that brought her life together. She paced back at the abrupt consequence. Shadows of darkness lined the floors and every crevice. The only light illuminating rayed brightly from the opened fridge and the small lamp that sat in the corner of the counter. It watched her as she scanned the levels with hope twinkling in her eyes. But all of it diminished. She pulled away when she couldn’t find the glass of cold water. Nudging the door, she sighs as it emitted a loud splat as soon as it meets the door.

“Looking for somethin’?” Her body jumped at the voice who poked her ears with surprise, her heart thumped harshly. Eyes widened, she rested her hand on her dancing heart, in an attempt to calm it. The brown hair swiped to one side, his arms crossed and his head quirked to the left.

“Jesus Buck! You scared the hell out of me!” He chuckled at her whisper-shout.

“Sorry doll, come here.” With open arms, she narrowed her eyes in suspicion at the almost friendly gesture. Reluctantly, she paced towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist; she laid her head on his soothingly beating heart that was muffled by his skin. She inhaled the enticing scent of him, the cologne he uses still somehow laced into him. The soft fabric of his pyjamas rubbed her cheeks with gentle caresses.

And all the enjoyment died within less than a minute. Although she wished the moment to be pure and innocent, Bucky Barnes does not come with those two assets with clean intention. The throb that slapped her thighs caused her to let out a heavy sigh. Pulling away, she craned her head to glance at the guilty man. It was slightly amusing, to see him with closed eyes and pursed lips in an attempt to hide his expression away.

“You horny man.” Y/N chuckled, slapping his chest lightly. He bit his bottom lips, trying his hardest to prod his thoughts with clean ones; none of imagining her on her knees. It didn’t work. He let out a sigh at the failure.

“I’m sorry okay? It’s hard to not imagine you on your knees.” She rolled her eyes at his horrible excuse.

“This whole holiday will be just us fucking around? What is it? A sex holiday?” Her eyebrows furrowed at the idea. Bucky raised his eyebrows, focused onto the new topic. Somehow, he was interested. “Oh, you.”

Her hand halted in mid-air, hovering above his chest that was ready to beat it. The fingers that wrapped around her wrist stopped her movements. With a smirk, he mumbled, “Who said it isn’t?”

She didn’t understand how she got herself in that position. With her lips moulding into his, loud smacking of lips echoed throughout the open kitchen. There was an attempt to lower the volume. A hand in his pants, rubbing his erected shaft that poked his sleeping boxers; she muffled his groans. Pumping his cock, she noted that one hand wasn’t enough to wrap around his whole dick. The room now filled with pitchy moans as Bucky’s hand slithered into her shirt, fiddling with her erected nipples that were not protected by a bra. He didn’t mind, her with a bra or no bra on; he liked both. The other hand that wrapped around his neck tightened, her chest rubbing into his. Running his hand down, he rested it in her pants, grabbing a handful of her ass cheeks.

Although she was concentrated on satisfying his needs, she couldn’t help but pull away in occasional times. The vein that popped out of his cock laced her fingers. While she was pumping him, he laid back and watched her with lustful eyes. Whenever his fingers would accidentally brush over her slicked cunt, which dripped like a waterfall- she would pull away with her mouth open, breathless moans rining out of her luscious lips. His eyes laid on the cleavage that was displayed to him, her breast resting on his chest. A groan left his lips, he couldn’t help it, it was too much. He couldn’t ignore it even if he wanted to, but why would he? The professional hand around his cock pumped him with passion and all he could do was watch her moan, tits just exposed for him?

Tugging her shirt up, the hem now rested above her breasts. Drool practically ran down his lips as he stared at it with need. As soon as the breezy air that ran out from the open window, the salty scent flowing in drummed on her chest- she let out a breathy moan once again. It rubbed on his chest. Flattening on him. She brushed the slit of his cock, the groans that rung out of his lips were music to her.

All actions were halted as soft dragging of legs on the wooden floorboard muffled into their ears. They pulled away, frozen with eyes widened. Y/N straightened her clothes, pulling down her shirt to cover her bare chest. Bucky cleared his throat in silence as he crossed his arms to look sophisticated. There was no one else in the house with them other than her father. The close proximity that was between them now increased with great number. A faint buzzing of light hummed, the dim light from the hallway shining a small area of the corridor.

“Oh, Bucky, Y/N. You both awake too?” Steve narrowed his eyes from the bright light, groaning at the sudden stabbing of the rays. The shadowed figure of her father stood at the open arch. Yellow rays beamed from his back.

“Same reason as you, Dad.” Bucky hummed, not knowing what to say so he followed his only resort that came to mind (clearly screaming in his head when he tried to play calm outside)- agreeing with her.

“Really? You had a horrible dream of a dragon trying to swallow you whole and you stumbled upon a great wizard who had a long beard?” She stood there confused, lips parted as she tried to think of an answer. Sadly, all she could say was ‘uhuh’. Bucky palmed his face, trying his hardest not to cringe at her chosen answer. “Oh, what a small world? I guess,”

They both leaned on the counter as their eyes rested on his figure, Steve opened the fridge with force once again. Bending down, he scanned for his desired item. He pouted when it wasn’t there. The splat of the attraction between the fridge and its door echoed through the kitchen. “I’ll get going, you two should go back to bed- we have places to be later on,” They nodded, agreeing with slight vigorous movements- a bit too positive with his statement. “Also, I think you just peed your pants Buck.” Steve chuckled, walking out of the kitchen with no thoughts. The remaining two glanced down at his pants. The large splotch of translucent liquid creamed his pants, preferably his groin area. He groaned at the incident. It was the only comfiest pants he brought with him.

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