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Ghost Train - a ZoLu fic - Chapter 5: Humility

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Chapter 5: Humility

A/N: I'm going to try and keep this on a consistent schedule for my sake and yours, i'll update bi-weekly at the max. Thanks for sticking around and being patient, I hope this story is interesting to you guys. Also this story is based in 2022, just to make times more comprehensible

We are still in Luffy's POV btw!

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It was early evening, and Luffy was walking around the streets of Dawn. The townspeople had gotten the whole town decorated for the music festival. He was sitting next to the statue of his brothers and him enjoying the scenery.

One of the things Luffy misses the most is performing. He was glad that his town loved him and his brothers enough to celebrate their lives through music.

He was sitting on top of the statue watching people go by, enjoying the scenery.

"By the way, Zoro, the town has a memorial concert for the boys at the end of the festival, in case you wanted to know," a dark-haired woman arrived in front of the statue with two others.

One had electric blue hair, and the other was a tanned young man with light green hair. He saw the earrings on his left ear. He jumped down and wanted to play with them.

"Really? "That's nice of them," the green-haired man, most likely named Zoro, replied softly. He turned around to face his older friends. "How long is it before the concert starts?"

Luffy brightened at the question. Even though no one besides Koala and Marco would know, he was glad people were excited to see them perform.

After that one-sided interaction, Luffy left to find his siblings. He wanted to hang out with them for a little bit before he wanted to perform.

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Around 10 minutes before the show, Marco and Koala got onto the stage to introduce them to the crowd, ready to jam out to their classic hits.

Soon after that, the brothers were on stage ready to perform, mainly for themselves, watching the videos of them singing. After a brief moment of silence, the crowd gave them, and Luffy gave a quick thanks to the crowd and started to perform.

It was an amazing two hours. After everyone went home, Luffy told his two brothers that he would say thank you to the visitors today.

After a few houses, Luffy found the beach house along the shore. After going in, he saw a green-haired man, apparently named Zoro. For unknown reasons, Luffy was intrigued by the man. He looked slightly older than himself. Though Luffy can't really age anymore, he died at 19, and so far is forever 19.

He saw Zoro staring at the ceiling of his room. He noticed the guitar replica someone in the town had as a prize and wanted to inspect it. It was nice to see that he had genuine fans. After all, he was wearing a shirt of him and his brothers. He went over to the edge of the bed.

"Well, he's pretty," Luffy thought to himself. Out of impulse, he reached out to stroke the man's hair.

"What the fu-?" Zoro sat up and looked in Luffy's direction.

"Oh my fucking god," Luffy thought to himself for a second. It wasn't until he realized that Zoro was still looking at him in bewilderment, almost as if he was waiting for him to say something.

"Oh shit, you can see me? Well... anyway, sorry for messing with you, but I was happy to see you at our concert! Especially with our merch, it makes me and my brothers happy!" Luffy spoke to the man with a bright smile, looking calm on the outside. He really touched someone... and they can see him?!

He saw Zoro slap his cheeks and look at him again, "I have to be fucking dreaming aren't I?"

Luffy was frozen at the declaration, that confirmed it, this dude can actually see him, even felt him!

"No, at least I don't think so, to be fair this is very weird to me too, you're not supposed to see me," Luffy said uncharacteristically sheepish.

Zoro was blinking slowly in silence, probably trying to convince himself that this isn't real.

"You're a fan of us, right? I'm Luffy, though you probably know that already, I'm glad that you love my music!" Luffy extended his hand out as a test, maybe it was a fluke or something.

His eyes went wide when he felt the other man shake his hand.

"So I'm not dreaming, and I'm talking to the ghost of a person I look up to, this is crazy," Zoro replied to Luffy with a shy smile.

Luffy finally met someone who can see him, is this his person? He was so excited to talk to someone else he can almost cry with happiness.

"You're Zoro right, I saw you in town earlier around the statue of me and my brothers around your friends, you couldn't see me then, but you're the first person I talked to in so long!" Luffy was bouncing on the bed in glee.

Zoro watched in amazement as he saw his mattress bounce up in down along with the ghost in front of him, so he wasn't losing his mind, that's great.

Zoro looked at Luffy in complete awe, to Luffy it seemed that he was a bit nervous at first. Luffy decided to stay still and calm down a bit for Zoro, even though this is a huge deal for him, he isn't the human guy talking to a dead guy."

How long have you been fans of us?" Luffy asked.

Zoro looked around the room, grabbed his phone, and pulled up his social media profile.

"Since 2017? That's about the time you guys started I believe. I've been a fan for a long time." Zoro spoke as he was flipping through old photos and status updates regarding his liking for the trio.

Luffy was smiling at the pictures that Zoro had on his phone, "Oh wow, Ace and Sabo looked so funny." he spoke with a giggle.

He can't wait to tell Ace and Sabo about Zoro, hopefully, they'll be happy for him, they are his brothers after all.

"Are your brothers around? I don't want to sound harsh but I only see you." Zoro asked.

"Yeah, they are with each other right now, I wanted to thank the visitors for coming, I was over here about to say my thanks, but you saw me." Luffy kept on giggling, unbeknownst to him, that giggle was making Zoro's heart flutter.

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Zoro and Luffy were talking for hours, it wasn't until Zoro was nodding off that Luffy remembered his brothers are probably waiting for him.

He was about to leave but he felt Zoro's hand brush against him.

"If you're not a dream, you better visit me tomorrow" Zoro spoke sluggishly, Luffy smiled at the man, Zoro didn't even need to ask, this is the first time Luffy spoke to someone in years, he will not let this go to waste.

Luffy just moved his hand away slowly, "Of course! This is fun for me anyway, I'll see you tomorrow." after that, Zoro fell asleep and Luffy left.

He arrived at his house and saw his brothers asleep in the front waiting for him, he was kind of glad, he didn't want to get his head smacked by Ace for worrying him, it's funny because he's dead anyway, nothing can't really happen.

Luffy went and picked his brothers up one at a time and laid them in their respective beds. It wasn't until he was getting ready to nap until the morning he heard Sabo speak up to him.

"What did you say Sab? I thought you were going to sleep for a few more days?" Luffy saw Sabo wiping the non-existent eye boogers away from his eyes.

"You took longer than usual, Ace and I were just wondering what was going on, that's all" Sabo propped up his arm so that he was resting his head on his hand while laying down.

"I want to wait until Ace wakes up to tell you, it's really interesting news, hopefully, life-changing for me." Luffy was basically radiating with light when he spoke.

Sabo smiled at Luffy, it was nice to hear new things from his siblings in general since they can't do much as ghosts. At Luffy's words, he decided to sleep for a few days, might as well since Ace is the hardest to wake up in general, might as well rest for a little bit.

"Okay then I'm going to sleep for a bit, Koala is going out of town for a few days so I guess just wake me up if Marco stops by to see Ace okay?" Sabo said before he fell asleep.

Luffy just nodded, he's going to be up by tomorrow anyway, he has Zoro to talk to!

Though one thing that made Luffy think was that he saw Zoro in town before, if he doesn't live here, would Luffy be able to talk to him again later?

He shook his head at the thought, no negativity right now.

Luffy finally laid down and closed his eyes, hopefully, Zoro can still see him tomorrow.

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So they finally meet HAHA, okay but for real, I'll try to make this more consistent, being an adult is hard lol. Please like and follow the story, hopefully, it will be worth your while.

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#zolu #luzo #zoro x luffy #Luffy x Zoro #Marco x Ace #sabo x koala #One Piece Fanfiction #romance fanfiction #with angst #ghostrain by sulongmirko

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aglionbyacademia · 3 years

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bluesey but make it wlw

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carbootsoul · 4 years

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anyway no one asked but: yue joins the gaang instead of becoming the moon at the end of season 1 hcs!!

- instead of giving up her life to replace tui as the moon spirit, she gives up tui’s blessing to give them the final burst of strength to escape from zhao. basically yue gives up her blue eyes, pale hair, and waterbending. she never (?) waterbends on the show, and the loss of her bending isn’t too devestating to her.

- also sokka gets a friend who can’t bend either... he deserves it.

- when the gaang leaves after the battle is over, yue decides to come with them and it’s a HUGE thing with her father and begins her main character arc, which is about whether her responsibility to her tribe and the preservation of their culture is more important than her paving her own way and also how those two things can coexist!

- she leaves her betrothal necklace on her bedside table and the last shot of the episode is just of it, lying there.

- this got rly long so there’s more under the cut

- her traveling clothes are a thing shawl and a tunic similar to sokka’s with pants. she keeps her usual haircut but it’s tied with leather instead of the fancy hair things she used as princess. also she uses a hunting knife as a weapon

- she and sokka continue their weird not-dating-but-kind-of-dating dance for a lot of episodes and it’s generally awkward and easy comic relief. also more shots of yue blushing because she’s just so cuteeee

- there’s a scene of them stargazing where yue tells sokka the story of a pair of lovers who died and then remained best friends in all their future lives (because avatar friendships enduring through lifetimes and also friendship being just as important as romantic relationships)

- yue becomes friends with EVERYONE they meet IMMEDIATELY and everyone falls in love with her because she’s sweet and pretty and has a nice laugh.

- there’s a filler episode that’s just sokka and yue going shopping together and trying on lots of jewlery but the running gag is that yue keeps getting distracted with talking to other people and definitely flirting with every girl she runs into and sokka is always distracted with a pair of earrings or a set of rings and doesn’t notice. finally some random guy is like ‘man your girlfriend has been flirting with my sister this whole time... are you aware.” and sokka is immeditaly like ShE’s NoT mY GiRLfRiEnD and then like wait what

- so maybe yue is a lesbian. sokka is very distressed that he’s been trying to court someone who’s not interested so he talks with katara while she’s sewing or something and he’s like is yue gay?? and katara is like oh i don’t know. lots of people we know are queer. sokka: WHO??? katara: well, zuko. suki. sokka: ZUKO??? SUKI??? and this is when katara realizes her brother’s gaydar is nonexistent.

- yue tries being a vegetarian (to be nice to aang) but thinks nuts are gross so she and sokka go on hunting trips together. she’s Very Good at archery.

- also the episode where they watch toph wrestle?? she and sokka are SO on her side. it made me angry in the show that sokka wasn’t on her side but yue would convince him very quickly and they are very loud together.

- she also stays to talk to toph on the estate because she doesn’t look as suspect as the rest of the gaang so the guards don’t kick her out immediately (read: she’s good at conforming to elitist ideas of how people r meant to act and passes the rich kid test). she and toph sit in the garden and watch the moon (because the moon symbolizes yue’s perceived failure to sacrifice herself to save her tribe) and talk about how sometimes to live as yourself you have to skirt your responsibilities to your family. yue leaves a few hours later firmly friends with toph.

- she continues to be the one firmly on toph’s side in the toph/katara disputes that are in the first few episodes with toph. katara can’t hold it against her though because literally who could hold a grudge against yue she’s so incredible

- (ok we’re skipping a lot of time here bc i frankly do not remember everything that happened in book 2) her ba sing se tale is her uhhh going to the market to buy herself an iced tea because she’s gay and just having a good time being a no one. a girl she runs into at the cafe asks her to go on a walk around the city with her and it’s very sweet but yue does Not know this is a date so when the girl gives her a kiss she gets blushy and says something dumb

- also at the end of another episode we have a short scene of yue on the roof of their house in the upper ring, staring at the moon and touching the place on her neck where her betrothal necklace isn’t. then the camera switches to zuko, on the other side of the city, looking at the same moon and absently running his fingers through his hair where his topknot used to be

- yue and jet hate each other but yue still advocates for him because she sees how he’s been hurt and thinks that he deserves a second chance. i don’t know the funeral traditions for any of the nations but she does a quick northern water tribe blessing over his body before they run away.

- yue and mai are like.. yes we r gay..... yes we do flirt with each other while fighting sometimes.... yes we r the two knife fighters.. yes we are ALSO narrative foils

- yue looks SO GOOD in fire nation clothes but she keeps her usual hairdo because she deserves it. the fire nation propaganda makes her very angry, as does the institutionalized homophobia. she starts arguing with some guy over it and katara is ready to back her up and start fucking screaming and get arrested and sokka is like.. now. now is when i should talk to her.

- he drags her away and she’s like fuck dude i can fight my own battles and he’s like no i just.. what you were talking about.... i have something i need to tell you..... and she’s like you’re bi!! good for you, sokka, thank you for telling me. and he’s like :bi shock: no?? you’re a lesbian. anyway yes she is a lesbian they are wlw mlm solidarity.

- there’s a filler episode where toph and yue rob a bunch of fire nation soldiers and when they get caught (after a While of these robberies) they get out of it by playing the ‘dumb rich kids’ card and run away with jewelry like.. dripping off their hands. katara makes them sell all of it except a choker necklace yue keeps that looks like a betrothal necklace but instead has an etching of a bird flying away.

- skipping again bc this is getting rly long. when zuko joins the gaang he and yue have a tentative conversation about their relationships to their nations and he’s like.. idk sounds like you needed to leave? that wasn’t an environment that you can thrive in. and she’s like but i can change it! i need to be there to change it, and i left. and he’s like well no. some things are just toxic. i went back to my nation and it was terrible. and she’s like i have a responsibility to my PEOPLE and gets mad at him and she and katara r like angry at zuko team.

- yue’s life changing field trip with zuko is just them leaving on appa to go to a market and be normal teenagers. they both viewed each other as Fire Prince and Water Tribe Princess, but this lets them open up and realize concretely that that’s not all that they are.

- zuko apologizes for implying that the nwt was irreparable and explains that the fire palace wasn’t something he could fix and that trying just hurt him more. yue says that part of the reason she was angry with him was because he was right and that she felt so much more herself when she was away from her home. they finally reach the conclusion together that they have to become themselves before they can hope to change their cultures for the better.

- yue comes along to boiling rock but is v much background to zukka bromance. she hangs out with suki some (lots more yue blushing oc bc suki is BUFF) and does some dumb gay fighting with mai but they’re both bad at it because yue is busy mooning over suki and mai is busy protecting ty lee.

- ember island players still say she turned into the moon >:(

#yue #yueki #sokka #atla #yue atla #leo.txt #god this is so long #i just have a lot of thoughts and love yue SO MUCH #she deserves SO MUCH #anyway i hope u enjoyed my thoughts #there's probably enough here for an actual fic so like.. maybe someday

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shinsouskitten · 4 years

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bakugou , deku , todoroki , dabi reactions to a conversation ur having with a friend talking about how much you like / admire them ,,, idk that makes any sense but feel free to change anything !! ly♥️

To the anon that sent in the spam ily! I won’t be doing them in the order you sent them, sorry if that’s an issue, but I just felt like writing some of them sooner than others

Yo this is such a cute idea tho 🥺 I usually just put in a cut for nsfw stuff, but I decided to for this post cause it was getting a little long (like Dabi... I’m not sorry)

I legit can’t remember writing half of this. I loaded up my document the next day and apparently I’d written half of this at 3am with no memory of it. Not the first time that’s happened, but it’s always fun

For Bakugou, Deku, and Todoroki, the reader is in 1A with them. For Dabi, the reader is an associate of the League if that makes sense? I hope this is okay!

Warnings: Dabi’s got a tad suggestive, but other than that I don’t think so?

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💥 Katsuki Bakugou:

You sat on your bed, legs crossed beneath you as you stared at your computer on your bed, unbeknownst to the two boys walking past your dorm room. Your friend’s face shone into the room, illuminating the darkness with blue light.

“He’s just so cool!” Your voice echoed out into the hallway.

Bakugou froze. Who were you talking about? He had half a mind to barge in and find out immediately, but the rational part of him (however small it is) convinced him to stay where he was. He waved for Kirishima to keep walking, and the red haired boy sent a wink towards Bakugou as he disappeared down the hall.

Hesitantly, Bakugou leant against the wall just close enough to hear through the crack of the open door, but far away enough that he could make a quick getaway if it opened. He could see a slither of light through the crack, and without the sound of another voice realized you must have been on the phone.

“No I haven’t told him that.” He could hear the roll of your eyes as you spoke. “He doesn’t like me anyway. At least not like that.”

Now Bakugou was annoyed. Who didn’t like you? Whoever it was had better hope they weren’t paired with him next for training. He stepped closer, hand reaching for the door, until he heard you speak again.

“Of course he wouldn’t like me, f/n, I don’t really think I’m Bakugou’s type.”

His eyes widened as he heard his name, his hand freezing inches from the door handle.

“Like yeah, he’s a little aggressive and shouty sometimes, but I really like him. I tried to talk to Kiri about it, you know, cause they’re besties or whatever, but he just told me to talk to Bakugou myself.”

So… you liked him? Suffice to say he wasn’t sure how to react immediately. Bakugou wasn’t the best with feelings. Sure, he thought you were okay. He felt a strange protectiveness when you were around, but he had never really thought much of it. Not until he heard with his own two ears that you liked him. Did he like you? Is that what it was?

“Fine, I’ll talk to him tomorrow. You happy now?”

Tomorrow? That was too soon.

“No I won’t chicken out!”

You probably would.

“No, I'm not asking Kiri to film it! Isn’t my word enough?”

Not really.

“I said I’ll do it!”

Would you though?

“Okay that’s it, I’m talking to him tomorrow. Good night.”

As you ended the call, you placed your phone on your bed, walking to your door to pull it shut.

Bakugou held his breath as you gripped the door handle. If you saw him now that would ruin everything. As the door clicked shut he let out a sigh.

Fine, you were going to talk to him tomorrow? He’d be ready for you.

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A/n This is my first time writing for the broccoli boi so I hope it’s not too ooc

🥦 Izuku Mydoria (Deku):

He hadn’t meant to snoop. Really - he hadn’t. He had just been on a walk when he saw you chatting away with a friend he didn’t recognize. He wasn’t trying to follow you, but you were walking the same way he was. He didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, so he was simply waiting until you stopped, then he could say hi. It wasn’t weird, was it? It-

“I swear if you say one more thing about how cool you think he is I’m going to leave.” Your friend laughed, nudging you in the side with their elbow.

Deku stopped. Who did you think was cool? Must have been someone special to you if you were talking about them that much. He frowned. He’d had a crush on you since he first met you, but he had no idea what to do about it. He couldn’t flirt very well, and whenever you were around him he just froze. If you liked someone else, maybe it was time for him to give up.

“But he is!” You retorted with a pout. “Why can’t I talk about him?”

“You’d be better talking to him.” Your friend replied.

“He always runs away from me.” You frowned. “I don’t think he likes me.”

As your voice began to fade, Deku realized you were getting too far away to hear you properly. He stumbled to keep up with you, not caring if you noticed him anymore. He had to find out who you were talking about, even if you caught him for doing so. It would be worth it.

“Maybe he runs away because he likes you.” Your friend suggested.

You frowned. “What?”

They stopped, turning to face you. “Why do you like him?”

“I…” You sighed, closing your eyes as you thought. “I just do. He’s heroic you know, which seems silly to say when we’re all training to be heroes, but it’s still true. He’s sweet and kind, and the way he takes notes on everyone is really cute.”

Hold up... were you talking… about him? To his knowledge, no one else from his class actively took notes on the others, except for him. Unless it was someone outside of UA. But you’d never mentioned anyone before. So… could it be him?

Your friend smiled, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you towards an arcade. The amount of people would make it impossible for Deku to keep following- uh I mean, just normally walking through town. For now he’d have to give up on finding out who you were talking about.

As he turned to leave, he saw your friend lift their head over their shoulder, and the two of them locked eyes. They sent him a wink, then continued to pull you through the crowd of people, where you disappeared from sight.

Maybe you were talking about him. His cheeks flushed pink, and he made a mental note to find your friend and ask them what the wink really meant. If he couldn’t talk to you, he’d find out another way.

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❄️🔥 Shōto Todoroki:

He was making his way to the common room for a glass of water. He didn’t expect anyone else to be awake in the dead of night, so when he saw you sitting on the sofa with your phone pressed against your ear he thought sometime must have been wrong. He was about to call out to you, but he stopped when he heard your voice.

“I’m not gonna ask him to tutor me, you idiot.”

Todoroki stopped. Should he tell you he was here? He didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, but he also didn’t want to make you feel anxious about him listening in. He frowned. A tutor? You weren’t exactly struggling in class, in fact you were one of the best, so why would you need a tutor?

“Why not? It’s an excuse to talk to him.” Your friend's voice replied, barely loud enough for Todoroki to hear.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t wanna lie just to talk to him.”

“But you want to talk to him.”

“Well yeah, but… I don’t know. He’s just so… cool, no pun intended.” You let out a soft laugh. “He’s smart and amazing and powerful. Plus he’s also pretty cute.”

“Then tell him that.”

You sighed. “Maybe I should.” Your head fell back against the sofa, and Todoroki froze, worried that you might see him.

He didn’t want to seem like he was listening to your conversation, even if he technically was. It wasn’t his intention, it just kind of happened. He was curious though. Who were you talking about? clueless bby I love him

“Also, did you really just call me at 2am to talk about your giant crush on Todoroki?”

Wait… you had a crush? On him?

“Maybe.”

“Go to sleep, idiot.”

“I-” You stopped, pulling the phone from your ear to stare at the screen. “They hung up on me! Rude.”

You stood up with a stretch, turning to leave, when you saw Todoroki standing a few metres from you. Your eyes widened as you gripped your phone tightly.

“Oh, Todoroki.” You said, attempting to seem calm and praying that he hadn’t heard your conversation. “Have you been there long?”

He shook his head. He didn’t know what else to do. It technically wasn’t a lie, he couldn’t have been standing there for more than a few minutes.

“That’s good then.” You let out a sigh of relief. “I mean, not that anything was going on anyway. You know what? I’m just gonna go.”

You walked closer, heart pounding in your chest as you slipped past him in a hurried rush to get back to your dorm room and hide under your blankets for the foreseeable future.

After you had gone Todoroki still didn’t move. He turned around just in time to see your figure disappear into the darkness of the hallway, his bi colored eyes glued to the area you had previously been.

He’d have to figure it out tomorrow though, he was still thirsty in more ways than one. When he returned to his room, glass of water in hand, he took a seat on his bed, the image of your retreating form engraved in his mind. A small smile pushed its way onto his face. Maybe he did like you.

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A/n Why does it always end up sexy with Dabi? He’s either a full-fledged panty dropper or an awkward bitch who has no idea what the word ‘flirt’ is and I can never decide which one I prefer

💙🔥 Dabi:

You didn’t notice him as you walked in your room, phone held up to your cheek as you flopped back onto your bed. Your voice filled the small space, laughter light and gleeful as you spoke with your friend.

Dabi smirked. This was going to be fun. He had the perfect opportunity to scare you, hidden in the dark corner of your room, but he halted when he heard your next words.

“It’s not a crush, f/n.” You rolled your eyes. “Dabi’s just… special to me.”

“Have you told him that?” Your friend's voice filtered through the phone, and you let out a snort.

“Of course I haven’t.” You sighed. “I don’t wanna ruin what we’ve already got.”

“So you just want him to keep ignoring you.”

“He doesn’t ignore me.” You glared, even knowing your friend couldn’t see your expression. “He just speaks… sparingly.”

As a low chuckled flooded your ears you jumped, phone falling to the floor as you spun to see Dabi leaning in the corner of your room, his arms crossed over his chest.

“So, you got a crush on me, doll?” He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

You stared blankly at Dabi, unsure what to do, until he strolled forward, picking up your phone and bringing it to his ear.

“She’ll call you back.” He said, his turquoise eyes never leaving yours. “Looks like we’re gonna have a bit of fun.”

“Wait are you Da-?”

With a click he ended the call, tossing your phone to the edge of the bed as he moved to stand in front of you. He lifted one hand to hold your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him as he leant down.

“Should’ve told me sooner.” He whispered, his breath dancing across your neck as a shiver ran down your spine. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

Before you could ask exactly what he meant, a warm hand landed on your thigh, slowly creeping higher up your leg.

“I was in the neighbourhood.” He continued, pressing small kisses across your collarbone as the hand on your chin moved to cup your head. “Imagine my surprise when I heard you professing your love for me.”

“I wasn’t-”

He silenced you with his lips, and your hands moved to hold him closer, wanting to feel as much as his warmth as you could. As he pulled away you whined, but his lips on your neck silenced you once more.

“Maybe I have a little crush on you too.” He drawled. “You still wanna pretend you're not hopelessly in love with me?”

Your words failed you as you melted into his arms. There was no point in denying it. And hell, you’d dreamt about this hundreds of times before. You weren’t going to let anything get in the way of fulfilling your fantasy. You could argue about the little details after. For now, you just wanted to enjoy Dabi.

And enjoy him you did.

omfg I suck at writing sexyness I’m sorry

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #izuku midoria x reader #izuku mydoria #bnha deku #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #bnha shoto #dabi x reader #dabi #bnha dabi

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vaporwrites-archived · 3 years

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There's Always Room For Another

Minors, this story is not for you. This is a KiriBaku x Transmasculine AFAB Reader. As time goes on, I will add on triggers. This is meant to be a long term fic that will eventually become a lemon. Until then it will stay orange - lime. I will give content warnings at the beginning of every chapter. Please comment if I miss any. There will be sex mentions peppered throughout. This is an act of fiction in which all characters are written to be at least the age of 21 years old. I do not claim any rights to the characters in this story, nor do I intend to. All characters in this story are owned by Kohei Horikoshi. Read on AO3 Read on Wattpad Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Chapter 5 is up!

Shinso Hitoshi was just about to try sleeping again when he heard his phone start ringing. He laid there and let it get to three rings before picking it up to see who it was. That was his policy for any call after 10 pm, if the caller was willing to last for three rings, he'd check and see who it was. If he cared about the person, he'd pick it up unless they were known for spamming him in a 3 am smoked-out daze like certain Pikachus he knew. So he looked at his phone and saw it was y/n, pausing to consider why you would call him at this time, but picked up. "Why aren't you asleep?" he asked, clearly exhausted but making sure you were okay. "Shinso, can I come over...like now?" you asked, and he paused. "Fine, the door's unlocked," he replied in a dry tone, not exactly ready for guests but getting out of bed to put pants on and tidy up a bit. "Okay, be there in five," you said, deciding to get shoes on and jumping out of the window, shutting it before beginning to walk his way, taking a quick pace to avoid getting spotted by a returning Kirishima.

As you walked, you kept your earbuds in, knowing it wasn't safe but not caring as you pulled your jacket's hood up and worked to keep your head down, not wanting to get noticed. In time, you were walking into Shinso Hitoshi's apartment, knowing that you were in familiar territory and appreciating that fact. You'd spent quite a bit of time here, and you found Shinso laying on the couch, waiting in a depression nest. "How are you doing?" he asked, and when you went to respond, "I don't want to talk about it," your mind went completely blank and you felt a scarf pulling you onto the couch to sit down. "Tell me what happened," he demanded, and you did, the words spilling from your out as you sat in the back of your mind, defenseless with crossed arms and hating that he could do this to you. However, you had forgotten about his quirk when you came over, forgotten how he could easily force the words out of you when he was worried and was not averse to it. Once the words stopped, you ended up back in your head and tears pricked at your eyes. "Aren't you being a bit overdramatic?" he asked, "Unless there's more you aren't telling me, it just sounds like Kirishima wanted to share a nap and you had a meltdown. Is there any reason you're so upset?" he asked, and you answered, knowing the alternative. "I...I like them, Shinso. It hurts because I want them both, and I can't have them," you asked, and his expression softened. He understood well how painful this could be.

"Ah, I see," he said, knowing what it was like to feel seemingly forbidden emotions, considering he had a huge crush on a certain loud blonde that he was convinced at this point was straight due to his advances just...not working after years. "You know he's bi," you said, trying to change the subject. He raised an eyebrow, "And they could be polyamorous," he suggested, to which you frowned. "I have seen his kiss both men and women," you said, and he paused. "Have you asked them?" Shinso asked, and you just looked at him. "You expect me to ask Bakugo Katsuki, clearly the most reasonable man I've ever met, and Kirishima Eijirou, if they'd let me date them. The men I live with, men I cannot avoid in the event that they hate me and think I'm disgusting. Those men," you brought up, returning the look to him and crossing your arms. "You could move in here," he said, shooting it back like it wasn't out of the blue. "What?" you asked, taken aback, "I can't just break my lease," you said, though the thought was tempting. "Sure you can, if they throw a fit, just leave. I have an extra room and I'm sure half my rent is cheaper than yours," he said, shrugging. "Your choice, but you have options if you ever learn to stop being a coward." he remarked, getting up and going to get some water.

"So, did you just come over to cry at me or do you want to actually try and calm down?" he asked, having a tough love outlook on emotions and not being the type to baby people as you knew. That's why you came here, why you appreciated him, he didn't baby you like some others. You took a breath and sat down, "Just...sorry. I know this is all stupid, I just don't know what to do." you said, putting your head in your hands until you saw a cup placed in front of you and looked up. You took a sip and sat down, legs spread and relaxed. "Well the way I see it is you have a few options, maybe not options you recognize, but you have options," he said, taking a sip. "But first you need to think hard about this. Polyamory isn't just some joke, I should know," he said, being that way himself. You started taking a sip and paused.

"Wait, you're poly?" you asked and he nodded, "I'm not public about it but I'm bi and poly, though I can be monogamous," he explained. You considered it for a moment and shrugged, "Okay, can you educate me a bit?" you asked, "About being poly, so I can see if my experiences line up. You don't have to, I know it can be exhausting, but I'd really appreciate it. If not, I can google it," you said, and he waved you off. He pulled out a notebook and drew a few diagrams, one demonstrating a closed system and one describing a semi-open system, and one describing a fully open system. Shinsou proceeded to explain them, knowing he didn't have to but knowing that his explanation would answer more questions than google would. After the explanation, you sat back, "Okay, that makes sense," you sad, thinking about it. "I think if I were poly, I would want a closed system, a polycule you called it?" you asked and Shinso nodded, "Good to know you retained something," he remarked and you shot him a look. "I'm tired and it's 2am, give me a break," you said, and he shrugged. "Not my fault you don't retain information," Shinso remarked, closing the notebook, "How about this. If I ask them out and get info off of Denki about whether he's bi or not, and he is into men, you ask him out," you suggested and he frowned. "Fine, not like you'll ask them out anyway," he said with an eye roll that fueled you. After that, you left, determination in your gaze as you headed back home. Shinso locked his door once you left, chuckling, “Knew he just needed a push,” he said before going to his bedroom and trying to sleep once again. “Before I do this though, can I stay here a few nights?” you asked, needing a safety net. Shinso frowned but nodded, “Fine, but only a few nights, I’ll drive you over.” he said, slipping his shoes on and heading out to the car.

#myworks #kiribaku x reader #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #tarf

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Destiel Trope Collection 2020 Day 6: College AU

Kisses | @peanutbutterjelly-pie

Rating: General Word Count: 1227 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, College AU, Fluff Summary: Some Hershey's Kisses, a misunderstanding and a very flustered Dean.

Where the Skies Are Blue | @deservetobesaved

Rating: General Word Count: 1361 Main Tags/Warnings: meet-cute, fluff, mutual pining Summary: Dean is mesmerized by a boy in class, but he doesn't show up again, much to Dean's dismay. (Spoiler Alert: Yes, he sees him again.)

The Dare On Your Lips | @envydean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1540 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - College/University, Truth or Dare, Drinking, Alcohol, Oblivious!Dean, bad flirt!Cas, Dean has the biggest crush, Kissing, Minor Misunderstandings, Fluff Summary: Dean Winchester has had the biggest crush on Castiel, but believes that Castiel isn't interested. Then on one drunken night, Dean is dared to kiss Castiel.

Raspberry Jelly | @envydean

Rating: Mature Word Count: 1729 Main Tags/Warnings: brief Dean/Cassie, No Sex, Angst, Fluff, Getting Together, unexpected bi, College AU, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, accidental (brief) voyeurism, Dean in Panties Summary: After Castiel walks in on Dean wearing a pair of panties and grinding against Cassie Robinson, an awkward (tired-brained) conversation happens that almost ruins their friendship - until it doesn't.

Everything to Me | @suckerfordeansfreckles

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2607 Main Tags/Warnings: jealous Cas, insecure Cas, established relationship, love confession, college AU Summary: Dean pulls back from their kiss eventually, leaving Cas feeling way more than just a little horny, and also honestly very empty. Dean looks gorgeous with those stupid rainbow lights casting colorful streaks on his cheeks in the dark room. He looks gorgeous all the time, actually, and Cas is allowed to tell him now, so he does. “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he says, against the loud music and noise around them, and Dean’s giddy-wide smile makes him even prettier. “So are you,” Dean calls back over the music with a twinkle in his eyes, and then he leans in for another short little kiss. “I’ll grab us some drinks, be back in a minute.” And then he turns around and saunters across the room towards where Charlie turned her cabinet and lunch table into a bar. If Cas wasn’t sure that Dean’s shaking his ass on purpose just by watching him walk away, the wink Dean sends him when he looks back over his shoulder is enough to convince him. For a little while, he just stands there and watches as Dean orders them drinks from the barkeeper Charlie rented for the party. Cas can’t help but consider how he looks, tall, huge muscles, wild dark hair and a blinding smile — just Dean’s type.

Extra Credit | @tobythewise

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2837 Main Tags/Warnings: Professor Castiel, College Student Dean, Bottom Cas, Top Dean, Rimming, Dom/Sub Undertones Summary: After Dean turns in a less than perfect paper, his professor, Mr. Novak, allows him an opportunity for extra credit. Dean REALLY wants that A.

Stargazing Has A Noble History | @jemariel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3058 Main Tags/Warnings: College AU, college party, casual sex, recreational drug use, frottage, photographer!Cas, business student!Dean, sculptor!Dean Summary: “Dean, shut up. You’re good. Have you seen yourself? You have an eye for dynamic lines and -- look, you’re obviously talented. Why aren’t you taking advantage of that?” The night air is growing cooler but Dean’s face feels like a red hot poker. “That’s what Ellen keeps telling me.” “Ellen? Ellen Harvelle? How do you know Ellen?” “She teaches my sculpting class. I had to take an elective, so.” He shrugs. “And how are you enjoying it?” Dean shakes his head. “I love it."" A first.

I Saw You | @kitmistry

Rating: General Word Count: 5899 Main Tags/Warnings: Secret Admirer, Mutual Pining, Fluff Summary: ISawYou: The newspaper column that has made every student on campus look each other in the eyes. Dean has never paid any attention to the messages posted on the newspaper, but everything changes when Charlie finds one that she insists just has to be about him. Or the one where Dean has a secret admirer.

La Vie A Plus | @thebloggerbloggerfun

Rating: General Word Count: 6260 Main Tags/Warnings: Asexual!Castiel, Artist!Castiel, Pining Summary: Dean Winchester is hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with his best friend and roommate, Castiel. Castiel - with his blue hair, and his tattoos, and his artwork, and his perfect everything. Dean never stood a chance, really. It only sucks because, as far as Dean can tell, Castiel is definitely not interested. But love, much like art, has a way of being unpredictable. Even if you think you know where you're going with it.

Hue Burn | @thebloggerbloggerfun

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 7594 Main Tags/Warnings: Synesthesia, Radio Host!Castiel, Artist!Dean, Summary: Castiel lives in a world of colour and sound, endlessly intertwined like two parts of a whole. As a radio broadcasting student, he runs a small segment on their campus radio program in the evening - and with help from his synaesthesia - tries to make the program more interesting by bringing in a little bit of colour. Castiel views his synaesthesia as both a gift and a curse, but after a chance encounter with a mysterious, stunning, golden-green voice, he's starting to think that it's more of the former.

Dear Virgo | @thebloggerbloggerfun

Rating: General Word Count: 9970 Main Tags/Warnings: Asexual Castiel, Soccer Player Castiel, Journalist Dean, Summary: Dean Winchester is a journalism major planning to coast his last year by mostly just sticking to writing the campus newspaper's daily horoscopes, and he almost succeeds. Enter Castiel Novak, captain of the soccer team, and his next interview appointment. It's obvious from the start that there's something between them, but things don't quite go as Dean first hopes, and he ends up learning a lot more about Castiel than he ever planned on - luckily for him.

Honesty Is All About The Timing | @navajolovesdestiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 12017 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe Alternate Universe - College/University Childhood Friends Misunderstandings Bisexual Dean Winchester Gay Castiel (Supernatural) Drunk Blow Jobs Slow Burn Happy Ending Summary: Cas Novak and Dean Winchester were inseparable best friends since grade school, but Dean's father moves Dean away when they get to high school. They connect again in college, but neither of them have been exactly honest about their sexual orientation. Not using their words leads to misunderstandings, then problems, then...?

A Study in Motion | @thebloggerbloggerfun

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 24094 Main Tags/Warnings: Photographer!Castiel, Ice Skater!Dean, College AU Summary: Castiel Novak’s one true passion is photography, though he’s still considered just an amateur with dreams of something more. When one of his professors gives the class the assignment of effortlessly capturing the idea of motion in a photograph, Castiel finds himself without a muse until his study partner, one Sam Winchester, volunteers his brother - a professional figure skater with dreams of his own and a past that held him back.

The Stars, They Shine | kradarua (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 52953 Main Tags/Warnings: Theatre, Homophobia, Misappropriated Christianity, Astronomer!Castiel, Accidental Actor!Dean, Gay Panic, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, First Time, Minor Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester, Minor Castiel/Meg Masters, Top Dean/Bottom Castiel Summary: Engineer-in-training Dean Winchester just wants to work on cars. Astronomer Castiel Novak spends his time holed up in the school’s observatory looking at the stars and trying to piece together his dissertation. They’ve never had any reason to cross paths. Not until they get roped into participating in the college theatre group, anyway. When Lisa invites Dean to join her at the mass meeting, he can’t say no to a pretty face. But the joke is on Dean when he accidentally lands the male lead and has to come to terms with memorizing lines and trying not to make a fool of himself on stage. Moreover, despite his best attempts to stay interested in Lisa, there’s no denying the strange gravitational pull he feels around Castiel. Castiel is just here to prove to Charlie that he’s capable of doing something besides research; it should be easy, except he finds himself becoming interested in Dean in a way he really did not expect. Dean is trying to navigate being way outside his skill set; Castiel just wants to hold onto his scholarship without pissing off the religious organization that gave it to him. It’s going to be a long semester, especially if Dean keeps forgetting his goddamn lines. The show must go on!

Evangelist | @valleydean

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 334403 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - College/UniversityCollege, Drinking, Underage Drinking, Drug Use, Minor Character Death, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Demisexual Castiel (Supernatural), Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Sharing a Bed, Break Up, Rich Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel's Family is Rich (Supernatural), Corporate Espionage, down with capitalism tbh, Near Death Experiences, Hurt Dean Winchester, Hurt Castiel (Supernatural), References to Drugs, References to Abuse, References to Depression, Frat Parties, Poker, Roman Catholicism, Homophobia, Fire, Gambling, Drunkenness, Drunken Flirting, Drunken Kissing, Slow Dancing, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Bartender Dean Winchester, College | University Student Castiel (Supernatural), Student Castiel (Supernatural), Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Jealous Dean Winchester, Jealous Castiel (Supernatural), Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, a frankly ridiculous amount of references to abraham lincoln vampire hunter, Secret Relationship, ALSO!! the megstiel is not explicit! Summary: In Lawrence, the Novak family owns more than god. Castiel is expected to graduate with a business degree, become a community leader, meet a nice girl, and one day help run the family business, Evangelist, Inc. Then he meets Dean Winchester, who vehemently opposes everything Evangelist stands for. When Dean’s need for cash to pay the bills leads him down a risky path, both he and Castiel learn there may be more to Evangelist than philanthropy and good will.

#destiel trope collection 2020 #destiel trope collection #destiel #college au #day 6

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nooneelsecomesclose17 · 3 years

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You are the absolute best idea I ever had - part 1

Ok so I’m still not sure about doing the chapter thing because it’s been so long since I wrote anything I have no idea how long my inspiration will last (or my fingers for that matter) but let’s go for it. *bites nails nervously*

Thanks as always to @amandaj718 for listening to me ramble about this and convincing me it was a good idea. It’s based on Red, White and Royal Blue, probably fairly loosely in some bits and more in others. We’ll see.

(They’re a similar age here and about Aaron’s age on the show when they met, maybe a bit younger, but it’s not vitally important)

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Robert looked round the room as he dumped his bag on the bed. It did look comfortable he supposed, but that didn’t mask the fact that he didn’t want to be here. The room itself was nothing special, nothing like most people would expect in the home of the British Prime Minister he had no doubt. It was bigger than he expected, no doubt thanks to the Blairs and their renovations back in the day. It wasn’t his home though. He had a flat, a perfectly nice flat in the middle of the city that suited him and yet here he was.

“You’re here then.” He turns to see his Dad standing in the doorway, suit as immaculate as always. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen him look casual, even when his Mum used to force him into a sweater or polo shirt during the summer.

“You didn’t give me much choice.” He’d expected the call, as soon as he’d woken up to a phone full of news notifications. He supposes it’s not every day the son of one of the most popular Prime Ministers in recent history is caught red handed with the sister of his beloved wife. It didn’t matter that in private their marriage had been over for months, that Chrissie was already with someone else. No, he was the one at fault, all manner of rumours doing the rounds, because they’d kept their separation private so as not to harm his father’s reputation.

What rankled most, as it had most of his life, was that his Dad hadn’t even called himself, not even his closest assistant had been the one to make the call, a lowly staffer was all he got, telling him that ‘the PM thinks it best you move into 10 Downing Street for the foreseeable’.

It wasn’t that he wanted to be front page news, he didn’t go looking for it like some, but ever since his father had swept to power on a promise of reuniting the country, the press had been on him like bees round a honeypot, half the time making up their own gossip without him even leaving his living room. He wasn’t like his brother, the fine upstanding Andy, who still ran the farm that their Dad had grown up on, Andy with the sick daughter who everyone doted on, including Robert, he’s not that terrible a human being. Then there was Vic, the darling of the press, who smiled and waved every time she left the building, who would often take some of her newest creations out to the waiting press gaggle for them to try. Robert was just trying to live his life, but that wasn’t good enough, never had been.

“I need you to come with me tonight. I think it would be a good idea for people to see you doing some good for a change. Diane is already attending a charity event.”

“Where is it?”

“The palace. Be ready for 7.” He turned to leave. “And Robert, I don’t want any silliness, not like last time.”

Honestly, you get slightly merry one time at a Downing Street party and you never hear the end of it. It’s not like he declared war on anyone, he just, well he might’ve broken a vase. It was hideous anyway and deserved to be broken, but apparently it’d been a gift from some country or other that the country needed to trade with. Robert really didn’t think that trade deals depended on a frankly ugly piece of china but as had been pointed out to him many many times he knew nothing about politics and should keep his nose out.

It wasn’t that he was politically ignorant, he voted, he read the news, he researched anything that might be relevant to him or his job, but after years of hearing his parents fighting because his Dad was forever away from home or spending more time sorting out his constituents problems than those in his own family, as far as he was concerned the whole thing was a pantomime. The happy family that had stood on the steps outside, smiling and waving, was nothing but a charade. He and Andy barely spoke, which was fine by him, his Dad could barely stand the sight of him and Diane and Victoria just wanted them all to get along and that meant Robert should shut up and get on with it.

“Robert?” He stops unpacking and turns to see his little sister leaning on the doorframe, hair done up in her usual braid, already coming loose at the front. She’s holding a plate in her hand, his favourite flavour of doughnut sitting proudly on top. He’s missed her. The downside to avoiding his Dad is that he doesn’t see her as much as he likes.

“Hiya trouble.” He pulls her into a hug. “That for me?”

“Thought you might need it. Dad said you were going with him tonight?” She hands him the plate before bouncing on the bed. Sometimes it’s hard to believe she’s a fully fledged adult.

“Not willingly.” He mumbles around his food. “This ’s good.”

“It’s boring is what it is. Why won’t you try some of my other flavours?”

“Because you do not mess with jam doughnuts Vic. Some things have to remain sacred in this world.” He smiles a little at her huff and licks the sugar from his fingers before joining her on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go tonight?”

“I went last time. Besides, it’ll give you the chance to stare at you know who all night.” He groans, regretting once more the late night conversation a few years ago when he was still living at home.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Debatable. Anyway I don’t want to stare at anyone, least of all him.”

“So the words His Royal Hotness didn’t pass your lips?”

“Vodka had passed my lips.”

“So you don’t fancy the second in line to the throne then?” He shakes his head at her, irritated but loving her all the same. She was the only one of them who knew he was bi, well no, he supposed his Dad did even if they’d never actually managed a conversation. He idly wonders what it’d be like to tell everyone what had happened, the see the scales fall from the eyes of the nation about their perfect leader. He’d never do it, would never hurt Vic like that, but sometimes the look on his Dad’s face if he did would comfort him somehow.

“No!” He could admit, if pushed that Aaron was good looking, he wasn’t blind, but so were lots of people.

“Hm.”

“The man never smiles Vic. Last year, at his cousin’s wedding, did you even see him without a scowl?”

“You took notice of him then?” He half heartedly smacks her arm, making her laugh. “I’m glad you’re here, Rob, I missed you.”

“I’ve been here.” It’s lame, because he hasn’t, not really.

“I mean more than a couple of texts and a phone call once a month. How long are you going to be here?”

“Until I’m not grounded anymore.”

“Idiot. I’m going, Adam’s picking me up at 4.” She’s gone before he can even ask who Adam is. It just proves how distant he’s been from her and he feels guilty all over again.

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“I meant what I said Robert, best behaviour tonight. I think you’ve made enough headlines with your dalliances for a while, don’t you?” It’s on the tip of his tongue to drag up Rachel, something else that no one knows but family, but he stops himself. It’s not worth the hassle. Hopefully if he gets through tonight he won’t be asked again for a long while.

“Just once it’d be nice if you pretended to have even an ounce of faith in me. You do know Chrissie is right now shacked up with someone else, don’t you? And was before I went anywhere near Rebecca.”

“No one cares about that. Just behave yourself. Is that too much to ask? This isn’t just some party, it’s the Queen and her family. Show some respect.”

Privately he thought that Queen Faith looked rather fun and would be quite at home gossiping over a few glasses of red rather than endlessly shaking hands but he keeps it to himself as they pull up the gates of the palace. He can’t help looking up at the building a little in awe. He’s wouldn’t really class himself as a monarchist, but he doesn’t wish any of them any ill, and he watches all the pomp and ceremony on TV like everyone else. He just doesn’t particularly want to spend the night minding his P’s and Q’s because he’s really not all that good at it.

He takes a deep breath as the car stops and the door is opened. As he watches his Dad step out he can’t help but think his world has really taken a turn in the last 24 hours.

#I am incredibly nervous #because it's been a year almost #but here you go #enjoy #i'm taking liberties with lots about politics and the royals but hey who doesn't #right?#robron fic

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pepethehobbit · 4 years

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There is something about him

A while ago I wrote a VDS High School Reunion AU which you can find here. I made it into a little series where I want to add small moments from their past in high school together. This is the second of those little moments and it’s about Robbe catching Jens staring at Lucas. I hope you like it and have a lovely day, thank you for reading! <3

The slowly but surely climbing temperatures of early spring mean that they are finally be able to sit outside and eat their lunch in the courtyard instead of in the stuffy old smelling cafeteria of their school. Robbe’s presence next to him always offers him a sense of comfort and familiarity. He is happy that they get some quality best friend time alone without Aaron or Moyo’s constant stream of lovable but stupid comments. Although Robbe seemingly doesn’t pay attention to him at all, his eyes are glued to the his phone screen, smiling dumbly and in love at his chat with Sander. Jens doesn’t pry but there is only one person that can make Robbe smile like that and Jens is genuinely happy for his best friend. Instead of his usual teasing he lets him be for a while and lets his own eyes wander around the schoolyard instead.

He sees the girl squad just short of Amber, who he spots a few tables away with Aaron making out. Jens involuntarily pulls a face and quickly lets his eyes continue to scan the place. He isn’t looking for anything or anyone in particular but then he sees him and this traitorous feeling in his stomach, the contentment and the happiness of finally seeing him again tell him that he was searching for him all along.

Jens takes in the way the early spring sun illuminates his skin and lets his eyes shine bluer and brighter than Jens has ever seen on anyone else. He is wearing his signature blue jean jacket that he has seen Lucas wear every time he a caught a glimpse of him in the hallway or in their history classroom twice a week. Jens takes this opportunity to really look at him because he couldn’t really take all of him in in those mere seconds he saw him in the last two weeks. Under the jacket he wears a pink sweater which brings out his eyes even more. Jens doesn't even cringe at the cliche thoughts he is having about this boy. He looks so soft and Jens can’t take his eyes off him.

As if Lucas notices the pair of eyes on him from across the school yard he looks up and immediately locks eyes with Jens. A look of recognition comes across his face and he smiles at Jens hesitantly, shyly almost, Jens thinks, as if he wasn’t expecting his eyes on him. Jens hasn’t seen him smile yet, he always looked kind of lost and a bit sad, sometimes mixed with a good dose of annoyance and he thinks he falls a bit more for Lucas when he sees how his face lights up when he smiles. Jens feels how he responds with a smile of his own and they continue to stare at each other for few seconds. Just when Jens was about to get his courage together to wave him over, Lucas gets that sad look on his face again as if he just remembered something. He breaks their eye contact and turns his attention back to his phone in his hand. Jens visibly deflates a bit but his gaze continues to linger on Lucas a bit more, wondering what had gotten Lucas sad again all of the sudden before Robbe’s voice pulls him from his thoughts.

“Who is that?” With that he turns away from Lucas and turns his attention to his best friend instead. Jens tries it with denial but he knows that Robbe is way too perceptive for that and that his stare and smile were probably anything but subtle. “Who?”

Robbe just levels him with a look that he interprets as cut the bullshit. He scoffs but smiles, the ability to have a conversation with Robbe just through stares is one of his favorite things about their friendship. He thinks about how much he really wants to say to Robbe, these feelings are so new even to himself and so unexpected that he doesn’t know if it isn’t a bit early to share. Jens decides to just stick to the facts, maybe Robbe will be happy with them and won’t press any further (Jens knows better than that but he can try anyway).

“He is in my history class. He is new and from the Netherlands, with the way he speaks. His name is Lucas. And that’s all I know”, Jens says with a shrug.

Robbe continues to look at him with a face that says he expects more than that but Jens just raises his eyebrows and acts oblivious to the fact. His best friend scoffs, seemingly annoyed with Jens and his unresponsiveness. He sees a glint in Robbe’s eyes that Jens is sure he doesn’t like that much and he begins to dread his next question.

“Then why have you been staring at him for the last five minutes?”

“I haven’t been staring at him.” He knows his voice is way too defensive for it to sound convincing and obviously Robbe’s attention must have left his chat with Sander long enough for him to notice Jens staring at the stranger. Robbe considers him with an analytical gaze for a moment longer, which changes to a softer one without a hint of teasing and he surprisingly drops it.

“Okay. I believe you.”

Something in his voice makes Jens wants to suddenly tell Robbe the truth even if he isn’t sure what exactly the truth is. Robbe turned his attention to his phone again, Jens steals another short look in Lucas’ direction and with a decision he turns his body towards Robbe so he is facing him completely.

“Robbe…” His best friend looks up and seems surprised by the rather serious tone that Jens spoke in.

“I guess I was staring at him.”

A small smile spreads across Robbe’s face but he scolds it when he sees that Jens is really actually rather nervous. In a more supporting voice he asks: “Okay… why?”

Jens has a hard time answering that himself. He looks down at his hands and tries to get his courage together. This is Robbe, he doesn’t need to fear any judgment from him.

“Honestly, I don’t really know. There is something about him that makes me want to know him… and I mean he is just… I mean just… I don’t know.”

“He is what?”

“He is just really beautiful, okay?” Jens exhales in a single breath while nervously playing with his hands. He looks up to see Robbe’s reaction and he looks a bit shocked but overall really happy.

“Okay.” He simply says with a smile and playfully nudges him with his elbow. Jens was expecting an onslaught of questions but not this.

“Okay??”

“Yeah, okay. I can see it actually. He is cute, nothing against Sander though.”

Jens scoffs but can’t help but smile at Robbe’s reaction and at the fact that he can’t even admit that another guy is cute without bringing up his boyfriend. It’s quiet for a while, Jens doesn’t know what else to say but the silence is comfortable, as it always is with Robbe.

“So, what does that mean for you?” Robbe asks after a while, without a hint of pressure.

Jens can’t help himself and his gaze finds Lucas again as he considers his answer. Objectively, he always found himself thinking that men are attractive but he thought that was just his common sense to acknowledge if someone is pretty or handsome or whatever. But Lucas is the first that made him feel something else apart from the obvious beauty. Which is honestly kind of weird because they haven’t even really talked to each other (yet, hopefully). But he couldn’t help the butterflies in his stomach when Lucas walked into in their history classroom, the same that he felt for the first time with Jana last year before they broke up.

Jens turns to Robbe again and considers his answer. “Honestly, I don’t really know. He is the first guy that I have felt that way about. There is just something about him, he intrigues me. Maybe I’m bi. I don’t know, is that weird?”

“No, Jens. That’s not weird at all. You don’t have to know. And you don’t have to put a label on it if you don’t want to. I just meant, what are you gonna do about it now? You should invite him to sit with us.”

Before he can even say that he wanted to do just that but then Lucas got that sad look in his eyes, they get interrupted by the bell. Robbe stands up and clasps his hand on Jens shoulder. “Next time you see him, invite him to spend lunch with us. He looks like he needs some friends, if he is new he probably doesn’t have that many yet.”

With that Robbe begins to walk away and leaves behind a Jens that is simultaneously very happy with how that conversation went and still a bit shocked that he actually talked to his best friend about boys. But Robbe is right. Jens makes the decision to follow his best friend’s instruction and he will talk to Lucas the next time he sees him. It’s been two weeks since he saw him enter the classroom and Jens decides it’s time to do something about his desire to know this blue-eyed boy with the softest looking hair who he apparently couldn’t stop looking for at any given opportunity. One last look at Lucas who is packing away his lunch with the face of someone who is dreading more hours of school until you can finally go home, and then Jens follows Robbe into the building with new found determination and a smile on his face.

#vds #van der stoffels #lucas van der heijden #jens stoffels #this love came back to me #high school reunion au #my writing

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palimpsessed · 4 years

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The Welsh Red Dragon, Kurt Vonnegut, and Social Activism

The inspiration behind Shepard’s pins

(original post with full artwork here.)

So, I spent A LOT of time thinking about the kind of pins our good friend Shepard (from Omaha, NE) would have on his denim jacket. Like a lot. Like an obsessive amount of time. I made a list, which seemed appropriate for this fandom. And because I’m a nerd and this sort of thing really interests me, and I’m proud of what I came up with, and because I think some of these items open up the possibility for some good, good literary analysis, I decided to make a whole post dedicated to Shepard’s pins. You’re welcome.

First, a little bit about my thought process. How did I decide what kind of pins to give Shepard? Well, he’s a guy full of stories. Stories that he can’t wait to tell anyone and everyone. And stories that others (mostly Maybes) have told him, once he’s earned their confidence. So, I wanted his pins to tell a story, his story in particular. What is the story that Shepard wants to tell about himself? More precisely, what is the story he wants to tell his new magickal friends on a disastrous summer holiday? The story is that of his own magickal credibility. His journey to magic (his come to Crowley moment, perhaps?) (I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry…) and his trustworthiness as evidenced by all of the Maybes he’s met along the way. He’s gotten drunk off dandelion wine with a creek dryad, given a toothbrush to a Sasquatch. spilled the tea with a jackalope, midwifed a centaur foal. Shep’s journey is just as impressive as Simon’s, and while Simon has been collecting notches on his dead dark creature bedpost (that’s a weird fucking metaphor…) (and now I’m thinking about dark creatures and Simon’s bedposts…so, you’re welcome, Basilton), Shep’s been collecting notches of the friendly variety. (Shoutout to @adamarks who did some super lovely analysis on Simon and Shep as mirrors here: https://adamarks.tumblr.com/post/188046272067/ok-so-when-shepard-said-he-was-cursed-the-first). So, I decided that I wanted to use Shep’s pins as a way to show the notches on his bedpost, so to speak. (Okay, I’m really losing this metaphor, but I think you’re still with me.)

Let’s dive in!

(I’m working my way down one side of his jacket at a time, for those following along at home.)

RIGHT SIDE

Welsh Dragon: I made this one very large, and easy to spot on his right shoulder. Of all of his accoutrements, this one felt like the most important. Mainly, because of Simon. Simon is, after all, half-Welsh. (The Mage, may he rest in pain, came to Watford from Wales.) And, of course, Simon, just like the Welsh Dragon, is a red dragon. (Or in the process of becoming one? Or a half-dragon? Or a dragon kitten?…) And the dragon that Simon and Baz fought on the Watford lawn, when they first worked together, and first shared magic, was a red dragon. Of course, the actual dragon in question here is Margaret. Shepard would absolutely have a pin to commemorate his friendship with her. And since I was going to give him a pin with a dragon, I knew I was going to have to use the Welsh Dragon because it would perfectly capture his burgeoning friendship with Simon, as well. Now, I want to go on a slight detour here (this blog post will be its own Odyssey) and talk more about the Welsh Red Dragon. I took the design for the pin from the Welsh flag, which is the thing that first made me think more about Simon’s Welsh connection. I’m not really making a point here, I just think it’s fascinating! There’s a lot of Welsh lore about the Red Dragon (and Margaret herself calls Simon “Great Red” - that ‘R’ is capitalized, by the way, so this seems to be a proper name for the kind of dragon that she thinks Simon is). Full disclosure, I am not Welsh and I am not a scholar on any of this by any means. That being said, a cursory, and super academic, perusal of the Wikipedia article on the Welsh Dragon led me to a few different history websites that linked the symbol of the red dragon with Merlin and King Arthur (son of Uther Pendragon, literally dragon head). Merlin, one of the most well-known magical figures and Arthur, one of the most well-known Chosen One figures in literary tradition. I know very little about Arthurian legend, and Welsh history, and dragon lore, though, so I’m going to just say, do a little research on your own when you’re bored and feeling nerdy!

Resist!: Shep is a young black man (and reasonable human being) living in the U.S. during the [redacted] Administration. I should hope this one is self-explanatory.

Hoover Dam: At some point in his visits to see Blue, I’m sure Shepard stopped off at the gift shop and bought himself a souvenir pin to mark the incredible experience he had making friends with an actual river. (This pin design is based on an actual souvenir pin of the Hoover Dam I found on Google Images—along with most of the other pin designs. I think it’s vintage, which just felt even more like Shepard to me, because he’s the kind of guy who would appreciate stuff that’s got a past.)

Deathly Hallows: I mean, IF the Harry Potter books/movies exist in the Simon Snow universe (which hasn’t been confirmed, as far as I know, by our Queen) I’m sure Shepard would have been totally into it as a kid, and probably would have found greater significance in its magical lore once he discovered that ACTUAL MAGIC EXISTS! So, he would have a pin to show his belief in the magickal world, and maybe also as a nostalgic reminder of when magic was still just something fictional he could turn to for escapism (and not something that would result in being cursed by a demon…).

The Truth is Out There: So, I know virtually nothing about The X-Files (my sister was obsessed with it to the point that she wanted to become a FBI agent for a few years, but I never watched it), but I’m sure Shepard is a fan. If nothing else, the sentiment is awfully apropos.

So It Goes: This one is very hard to see. It sort of looks like a black teardrop with a bar on top of it (it’s supposed to look like a bomb). The pin I based this off of reads “So It Goes”, which from my very superficial research, is a line repeated in Vonnegut’s anti-war novel Slaughterhouse-Five every time someone dies. I don’t know anything more about it, other than that it is a Kurt Vonnegut-inspired pin available for purchase on Etsy, and Shep mentions that he wanted to get a Vonnegut quote tattoo, even though “everybody has those.”

Green Alien Head: You will never be able to convince me that Shepard does not 10,000% believe in the existence of aliens. If he were still in the U.S. during the Area 51 Raid, I’m sure he would have stopped by, just, you know, for science…(I’m thinking he was probably still in the UK, but I guess we’ll see in AWTWB.)

Centaur: This one is also hard to see, but I took the design from a pin I found of one of the centaurs (the blue-haired, blue-bodied one, if that rings a bell for you) from Disney’s Fantasia. (Fun fact: I was super into Fantasia as a littlun, and I attribute my lifelong love for classical music in large part to the centaur sequence and my latent lesbianism—I mean, it was ludicrously erotic. Watch it sometime and tell me it would not make an impression on a sapphic three-year-old.) Midwifing a centaur foal was probably a very emotional and formative experience for Shepard. Buying this pin would be his way of remembering that experience, and the excitement and gratitude he likely felt to have been entrusted with that kind of acceptance from the centaur(s).

Jackalope: It doesn’t help that this pin is almost the same color as Shepard’s jacket, but it’s based off a design of a jackalope’s head that, again, I found on Google Image search (honestly, I don’t know how I ever made art without it). We know that Shepard once got some gossip from a jackalope, who vented to him about magicians calling “themselves ‘magicians’”, like “they’re the only ones with magic”. (This is totally irrelevant, but I always think of Americans when I read this. I am an American, by the way. America is a continent, but those of us living in the U.S. calls ourselves Americans, like everyone else living in America doesn’t matter.) Anyway, the jackalope offered Shepard some valuable insight into the political workings of the magickal world, so it gets its own pin.

LEFT SIDE

Pansexual Pride Flag Pin: I mean, technically, canonically, we don’t know what Shepard’s sexuality (or asexuality) is, but I just get some vibes from him. Plus, if we take him as a mirror for Simon (who is somewhere on the bi-plus spectrum), it’s not a far cry to imagine he also identifies somewhere on that spectrum.

Pentagram: This is another symbol that I chose based on my interpretation of Shepard’s character, and not so much on a Maybe or a story that he mentioned. The pentagram, or pentacle, is typically associated with the occult and witchcraft, which is something that could potentially also be said of Shep.

Sasquatch: You don’t go backpacking—or not backpacking—and introduce a Sasquatch to the benefits of dental hygiene without getting yourself a souvenir of the hike.

I [heart] Mystery Spot: The Mystery Spot is a weird sort of phenomenon in California (my home state). It’s a place outside the beach town of Santa Cruz that boasts of a “gravitational anomaly” on its website. I went once, years ago, and while you’re there, it can feel pretty convincing. (Also, I was probably like 10, so…) People outside of California will likely never have heard of this place, but driving around here (at least in the Bay Area, where I am, which isn’t that far from Santa Cruz) you’ll see yellow Mystery Spot bumper stickers on cars everywhere. I’m not really sure what the thing is with the bumper stickers. Like, I’m sure not that many people actually think it’s legit, and maybe it’s like one of those things that Californians just do (like freak out and forget how to drive when we feel water falling from the sky). But yeah, these bumper stickers are everywhere. Anyway, Shepard drives around a lot. He knows about the Vampires of Las Vegas (how is that not an indie rock band?) and the Katherine Hotel, and the Next Blood. So, he’s probably made it past Nevada and into California before. And while he was there, it’s not a great stretch of the imagination that someone who chases after magic wouldn’t wind up at a place called the Mystery Spot and get himself a pin while he was there. (And maybe even a bumper sticker.)

Black Power Fist: Unfortunately, this one is also hard to see, because the fist is black and I didn’t have anything to go over the outlines of the fingers with, which I sort of didn’t think about when I colored it. This one also feels self-explanatory. Shepard is black. Blackness has long been treated in itself as a crime by non-black members of law enforcement, and just the general racist population of the U.S. Young black men are especially vulnerable to racially motivated violence. I’m sure Shep, who drives all over the country by himself and gets into high speed chases at night in the middle of nowhere Nebraska while hunting super shifty rando Maybes has had a run-in or two. Stay safe, Shep!

Every Pronoun Belongs Here [Trans Pride Flag background]: Also, super hard to see because the letters are too small to read. I found this exact pin in a basket by the register at my local bookshop. (Support local bookshops, people!) They were being sold as a fundraiser for a LGBTQ club at one of the high schools, and I loved the idea that I could help them raise money and add this pin to my own growing collection to show off my support for trans rights. (Support trans rights and trans people, people!) I decided to give Shepard this same pin, because I could imagine him having an almost identical book buying experience in a dozen other towns that he’s probably visited. And I love the simplicity of the message, because it’s one of belonging, which EVERYONE is desperately seeking, no matter who they are or how they identify, and Shepard, and every character in this picture, is no exception. (Plus, it seemed like a cool way to connect my pin collection with Shep’s. Maybe I should have mentioned the fact that I’m also a pin person at the beginning? I walk to work and on my lunch breaks, so I carry all of my stuff in a backpack. And I proudly display my random pin collection on my backpack. Including several Simon Snow-related pins.)

Don’t Panic: This was based off a Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy pin. I don’t really know anything about the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (including if it’s okay to abbreviate it as HGG? THGTTG? whatever), even though I did watch the movie years back when it was on TV and I still lived with my parents who had a TV. But the sentiment felt appropriate, and Shepard is a sort of magickal hitchhiker. Apart from managing to hold down a job at Dick Blick, he appears to lead a somewhat nomadic lifestyle. He tells Penny, “the road is my teacher”, and if that’s not a hitchhiker slogan, I don’t know what is. (Ass, gas, or grass?)

Black Lives Matter: They do. Just sayin’.

Magic Troll Doll: When I was growing up, the Troll doll was all the (nightmare-inducing) rage. Trolls are one of those magickal creatures that are continually mentioned in the series. Shepard talks about lonely trolls under bridges. Simon talks about killing trolls. Agatha would rather kiss a troll. And Baz was kidnapped by numpties, who are sort of like trolls. I couldn’t not include a troll. And the Troll doll specifically felt perfect, because the full name was Magic Troll Doll. You can bet if Shepard had to pick a troll-related pin, it would be a magic(k)al one.

[Asshole]: This is another Kurt Vonnegut pin. It looks like a messily drawn asterisk (*), but it’s actually meant to be an asshole (taken from the preface of Vonnegut’s novel Breakfast of Champions, and drawn by Vonnegut himself). I just thought, why the fuck not? So, here. Have an asshole pin. (I should have put it on a buttonhole…)

HONOURABLE MENTION

Shepard’s Phone Case: Remember that line I quoted earlier, about Shep wanting to get a Vonnegut quote tattoo? Well, when I was trying to figure out what to put on his phone case, I thought that seemed like a reasonable place to start. So, I googled Vonnegut quotes, to see if I could find one that I thought Shepard would like. Here’s the quote: “a purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.” I just loved that for Shepard.

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years

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Meeting and dating Veronica Sawyer

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous)

- You meet Veronica in the lunch room as she’s walking around with Heather. You’re sat at a table with your friends when the two girls come up to your table and ask you the daily poll.

- When she sees you for the first time she just can’t seem to take her eyes off of you. At first she thinks perhaps it’s because she hasn’t seen you around school before or just out of admiration for your style/features. But then you complimented her outfit and she internally lost her shit for a good minute, it was then she realized that this was not in fact a normal reaction and something was going on with her.

- Soon enough she realizes what exactly is going on and it ...slightly troubles her. Where she’s from being gay isn’t exactly normal nor really accepted.

- As much as she doesn’t particularly like/trust the Heathers she also has no one else to talk to, so with reluctance she tells them about her feelings for you. Heather C basically just says “Well you didn’t pick the worst chick to want to date. She’s not a total mutant like some of these people…could use some more blush though.”

- It’s easy to forget that the Heathers and Veronica were actually friends no matter how catty they could be with one another. They still sort of want the best for each other so when Veronica confides in them they attempt to give her any advice they can. They do do her a favor (without her knowing) and invite you to ‘Become a Heather’ which you slightly agree to meaning you and Veronica get close.

- She doesn’t really know what to do about her feelings, she wants to act on them but that doesn’t feel like an option considering where she’s from. She writes a lot of diary entries about you and her feelings just to get everything out.

- You both do that whole ‘you stare at the person and when the person looks at you, you look away then that person stares at you until you look at them’ thing.

- Her heart races every time you compliment her and vice versa (but she doesn’t know that just yet).

- She begins to write you secret admirer notes. You have no idea it’s her because she disguises her handwriting every time she writes them. It kind of makes her smile when she gets to hear all about how cute you find the little letters and seeing all the Heathers giggle along as you read them.

- You only find out its her when you catch her slipping one into your locker but at the time you assume it’s just an invitation to a party or some notes you might have missed from class. It’s only when schools over that you get to read what she dropped in and it’s another lovey dovey note.

- You call her after school to hangout and when she comes to your house you act as though everything’s normal until you hand her the note. She tenses up and freezes in her place as you wait for a response. As quickly as she can she tries to apologize and explain herself before you stop her, telling her it’s alright.

“It is?”

“It is.”

“...You’re not mad?”

“No, in fact I’m quite happy.”

“...really?”

“Yes really, I’m just waiting.”

“For what?”

“For you to ask me out.” She looks at you completely shocked before a smile spreads across her face and she asks you out.

- The two of you go to a bookstore where you both split apart and find a book you think the other will enjoy. After you meet up again you go back to her place and read together while listening to some soft music.

- Your first kiss is that day as your date ends. She stops you as you’re about to open the door to her room and puts a hand on your cheek, leaning in and kissing you. The two of you break apart smiling and you leave her house happy and excited with your new relationship.

- A lot of kissing and cuddling.

- She’s open to sex pretty early on so it depends if you want to or not, she doesn’t want you to feel pressured to do it.

- She’s a self admitted mini genius so she’s happy to help you study and plan your calendar.

- She definitely forges notes/passes so that she can get you out of class with her. You just have to hint at needing a signature or something and she’ll do it for you.

- Horror movies are her ally. She loves having you grab her hand whenever you get a good scare.

- She’s probably a little insecure after having been friends with Heather Chandler for so long and being the talk of the school for better and for worse.

- She tells you you’re beautiful all the time and gives you this adorable little smile when you tell her the same.

- She sort of prefers to stay out of the spotlight especially when you’re together just in case people start to get suspicious. She’ll grab a lunch table in the far corner of the cafeteria or the two of you will eat somewhere else together.

- The Heathers usually butt their way into your lunch dates or dates in general. They’ll just show up and sit with you all while starting a conversation about something that’s just happened to them.

- The Heathers choose to ignore your relationship, it’s not that they don’t like it just that they think it’s best to be willfully ignorant. They’re still getting used to the fact that they know not one but two gay/bi/etc girls.

- She’s a raging pessimist most of the time but you brighten up her outlook on life.

- You guys play croquet a lot. She’s happy to teach you if you dont know how to play.

- Her room is really cosy so you guys hangout in there a lot. It’s also a bonus that her parents are completely clueless as to what you two actually are. They just think you’re really good friends like her and the Heathers.

- She writes you little poems every now and again.

- Makes up overdramatic plays to entertain you starring a very overdone preformance by her.

- She wants to protect you all the time, she knows just how mean people can be.

- She usually has an arm around your shoulder or looped with your own during the school day. It’s a normal thing for ‘ friends’ especially the Heathers to be affectionate with each other so no one questions it.

- Pâté with her parents.

- You have dinner at her house at least once a week, afterwards you, her and her parents sit and watch tv together.

- She definitely has some deep rooted issues that she doesn’t talk about (in the movie you’ll see that now and again she tries to hurt herself). You try to help her anyway you can but ultimately wait until she’s ready to come to you about what wrong with her.

- Being there when she needs someone to rant to especially about Heather C.

- She can always tell when something’s wrong and makes sure to be there for you when you need it.

- Having to bite your tongue whenever someone flirts with one of you or the both of you at the same time.

- She strokes your hair absentmindedly whenever you’re sitting and watching tv together.

- Fights are usually screaming matches but they’re resolved pretty easily and quickly so it’s never really that bad.

- Doing stupid shit together.

“What if we like coughed up a phlegm glob or something?”

- Photobooth pictures of the two of you

- She loves your praise especially when it’s about something other than her looks. She’s used to people thinking she’s pretty so it’s a nice change when you compliment something about her that she’s actually proud of.

“Tell me how good this is”

“It’s great”

- Cue a cute little smile.

- Knowing each other’s locker combos and borrowing each other’s stuff.

- You probably join the yearbook committee with her and the two of you help each other with your work.

- Morbid jokes.

- Getting your designated color for when you’re with the Heathers. They subtly make sure it looks good with Veronicas blue, that’s how you know they support the two of you together.

- Taking care of her whenever she gets drunk/sick at parties. You’ve had to hold her hair as she pukes more than a few times.

- Quick comebacks that never fail to make you laugh.

- Taking naps together after school.

- Gossiping and making fun of people together for shits and giggles.

- Convincing her to hang out with Betty Finn more, she’s an absolute sweetheart to the two of you.

- Helping her accessorize since she apparently can’t do it for shit.

- She’ll say “love you” over the phone but she has a little trouble saying it in person. It makes her a little embarrassed and she ends up getting tongue tied before she can get it out.

- You offhandedly talk about the future, like she’ll make a comment like ‘we should do this next year’ or ‘god I could marry you’ or ‘next year I’m going to take you to do this’ and the ever so common ‘after highschool I’m blowing this town and taking you with me’.

#veronica sawyer #veronica sawyer imagine #veronica sawyer headcanons #veronica sawyer headcanon #veronica sawyer x reader #80s imagine #80s imagines #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #80s movie imagines #heathers headcanons #heathers imagine #heathers headcanon

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gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights · 4 years

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Rating: T

Summary: Luka is just minding his own business. XY is just hanging from the side of his boat. Of course XY isn't going to shut up and leave him alone... but maybe that's not entirely a bad thing.

Word Count: 1843 | Chapter 1/4

Notes: Special thanks to Janai and Maddy for beta reading for me!! And being inspirations bc I wouldn’t ship this otherwise lol. Luxy rights [dabs]

XXX

“C’mon, man, please! This place is such an unsexy trash heap, she’ll never think to look for me here!”

Luka blinked down at XY from the Liberty’s deck. Straight down, because the other boy was currently dangling from the side of the ship. How had he even gotten there? Tried to jump? They had a plank, but he hadn’t bothered to ask Luka to lower it. Luka probably wouldn’t have known he was there if he hadn’t watched his face smush against his bedroom porthole.

The smart thing might have been to ask “what are you doing here,” or maybe even “what makes you think I’ll do you any favors?” But XY would probably have an easier time answering questions when he wasn’t hanging on by his manicured fingertips.

“Fine.” He reached a hand down to haul him up.

“Woah!” XY exclaimed at being yanked on deck. Luka didn’t know why he was surprised. He weighed almost as little as Marinette.

He dusted off his purple jacket with a sneer. “Gross, I think I touched a barnacle.”

“We don’t have barnacles.” Only because Officer Roger made them scrape the hull once a month, but still. “You mind telling me why you’re here?”

“Pshaw, yeah.” He plopped down in one of the folding chairs and crossed his feet on the table like he owned the place. Unsurprising, considering his attitude said he owned everything. Including his music and Marinette’s designs.

Even though they’d appeared on Bob Roth’s show in the end, that sting never entirely went away. Maybe it was because it was his first (and only) time being akumatized, but the negative emotions still hung in the air like a discordant note.

Or maybe it was because music was meant to come from the heart, and Luka wasn’t convinced XY even had one.

He sighed and shook his head. It wouldn’t do any good to confront the boy again and risk another akumatization.

He settled down cross-legged in the chair farthest from XY, where he could still keep an eye on him, but not hear his obnoxious humming quite so clearly. Maybe working on Marinette’s melody would soothe some of his irritation away.

He was only three chords in when XY started talking.

“Do you know that blonde girl from the hotel? The mayor’s kid?”

Luka blinked blankly.

“Her name’s er—Cole? Clover?”

“Chloe? I think Marinette’s talked about her. Why?”

“Aaaaanyway, that girl’s been on my tail ever since we started staying at the hotel. She’s probably my biggest fan.”

“Good for you,” he replied in monotone, strumming a few more chords. Maybe a D minor would work there…

“No! Awful for me! She wants to take me out for pasta. I don’t even like pasta! Or girls!”

Luka blinked at that last bit. “Can’t you just tell her that?”

“Ugh, I wish.” He sighed, flopping his arms over the sides of the chair so they dangled against the deck. “Dad says I can’t come out because it’ll be bad for my image. The only thing I’m good for is my pretty face.”

He said it like it was a fact. Something about that turned Luka’s stomach. He couldn’t imagine hiding being bi from his family. Juleka knew she was lesbian practically since she was born, which made it a bit easier too, and it wasn’t like their mom cared either way.

“Music should be about who you are on the inside, not just the way you look,” he said. “Hiding such an important part of who you are must make it difficult to hear the melodies in your heart.”

XY snorted. “Not sure what kind of hippie crap you’re talking about.”

Why was he even bothering? They weren’t friends. But still, this was the longest conversation he’d had with anyone outside of Juleka’s friends in… he couldn’t remember.

“Why did you tell me this, anyway?” He asked, shaking off the thought.

“You asked why I was here. Duh.” XY dug some wax out of his ear and flicked it on the deck.

“But you said—nevermind.”

Unsure how else to react, Luka readjusted his guitar and tried to pick up Marinette’s melody again. But his fingers stumbled over the strings, refusing to press the right frets.

What did it mean that XY had come out to him of all people, when he otherwise wasn’t allowed to? Didn’t he have anyone else to share his struggles with? Or was he just trying to draw on Luka’s sympathy to keep him from kicking him off the boat?

Probably that last one. After all, it didn’t seem like XY even knew this was Luka’s house when he showed up.

“I thought you were supposed to be good,” XY scoffed when Luka butchered another chord.

“I’m just playing the song in your heart. It’s not my fault you’re out of tune.”

The boy blinked, as if no one had called out like that before. Luka hadn’t even meant to, really—he should’ve just kept his mouth shut and let his music do the talking.

“I think my heart song needs more bass drops.”

“Wh—that’s what you’re concerned with?”

“Uh, yeah? Your heart might be a boring guitar solo, but I’ve gotta have some kind of beat.”

Luka just sighed and shook his head. “Play your own heartsong, then.”

If that was supposed to make XY shut up, it failed miserably.

“Huh. Sounds like your weird hippie stuff again.”

Luka didn’t point out that he had been the one to argue what his heartsong would sound like in the first place.

“Dad wouldn’t want to hear something like that, anyway,” he mumbled. “Can’t top the charts with mushy junk.”

“Is that all you care about? Being number one?”

XY looked at him like he was stupid. “Yeah. Why else would I make music?”

Something in his gut twisted. It was just so wrong, to hear someone talk about music like that.

“Because you enjoy it? Because it lets you express yourself?”

XY snorted. “Maybe that works for you. I can’t… it just doesn’t work like that.”

“Have you tried?”

“Yeah!”

Luka jumped at the anger in XY’s voice. It was nothing like the nasally drawl he was used to.

His blue eyes flashed with regret before he settled back in the chair. “...Sorry. That wasn’t very cash money of me.”

XY? Apologizing? What kind of nerve had he touched?

“...It’s okay, I guess,” Luka mumbled back.

XY scoffed and ran a hand through his gelled mess of hair. “This was stupid.”

“What?” This whole situation was stupid, but probably not for the reasons XY thought.

“You’ve just—you’ve got all kinds of ideas.”

“Yeah? So?” Not everyone’s head could be as empty as his.

Luka received another of XY’s are you stupid stares, which was pretty ironic considering which one of them had been hanging off the side of the boat a few minutes ago.

“My dad, no matter what he says—he hates ideas.”

Luka shrugged. “Sounds like he doesn’t know much about music, then.”

“No, he knows everything about music. What sells, what doesn’t. So when he said my original music sucked—I knew he was right.”

“That’s…” That’s terrible didn’t cut it, just like it hadn’t cut it earlier. He shouldn’t care; it wasn’t like he owed XY his sympathy. Heck, he didn’t even like him.

But when it came to having your music rejected… he could only imagine what it would be like to have a family member deny such an important part of his soul.

He might have said that out loud, if the moment hadn’t been broken by a voice from the street.

“XY! Where are you? Stop being utterly ridiculous and come back! You said you were going to show me your new song!”

“I didn’t say that,” XY hissed, pressing himself flat against the chair.

Luka sat up a bit straighter to see the blonde girl searching the street, her ponytail whipping back and forth.

“I’m guessing that’s Chloe,” he said.

XY clasped his hands together and made a face that was probably supposed to be puppy eyes. It would’ve worked a lot better if he stopped making those duck lips.

“Don’t rat me out, man, please! I know you don’t like my music, but you wouldn’t make me—”

“Please, just—shut up.” Luka rubbed his temples. XY was going to give himself away by talking that loud.

For once, he actually listened. Chloe’s shouts rang out for a few more seconds before she decided he must not be at the riverside.

XY heaved a giant sigh. “Pretty cash money of you to hide me. I’d better get back now. Got some new holograms to touch up.”

“You make your own holograms?”

“Pshaw, no. Dad has people for that. They like seeing my gorgeous face while they’re at it though.”

Yeah, he should’ve seen that coming. He didn’t know why even now, he kept holding out hope that XY would show some trace of the real music inside his heart. Maybe he really was just a tinny pop beat—but when he’d spoken about his dad, he almost sounded like he had a soulful rock ballad hiding under the surface.

Probably just wishful thinking.

XY stood up, brushed off his butt as if the Liberty’s “unsexy garbage” clung to him, and looked over the railing.

“So. Uh. How do I get off?”

Luka rolled his eyes. At least he hadn’t jumped off into the river.

“Let me get the plank.”

When he got done rolling the walkway over the edge of the boat to the street, he straightened back up and jumped.

“Didn’t anyone teach you about personal space?” He glared at XY, whose blue eyes were just inches from his. They might’ve been pretty if they weren’t so close he could barely see.

Then, as if this day couldn’t get any weirder, XY planted a smooch on his cheek.

“What the heck are you doing?” Luka moved to wipe the spit off his face, but XY grabbed his wrist first.

“I just increased your face’s net worth by like, a billion euros! As thanks for getting me out of that jam. If you’re gonna wipe it off, at least sell the rag on ebay or something.” He winked.

“I should’ve left you on the side of the boat where you were hanging.”

“But you didn’t.”

XY, being… himself, almost fell into the river while throwing his hand sign from the plank.

Luka snorted and shook his head. At least watching him make a fool of himself was entertaining.

“See you next time I need to hide from Cole. So probably like, tomorrow.”

“I didn’t invite you back. I didn’t invite you the first time.”

“Like you’d say no to the number one chart topper in Paris.”

“Number two.”

“Still not a no. See ya, Lucky!”

“It’s Luka!”

“Luke, right!”

Luka groaned. That boy was the human equivalent of an out-of-tune trumpet.

But his eyes still followed him down the street until he was out of sight.

#luka #xy #luxy #miraculous ladybug #tali writes #fic tag #i didnt expect to write this but here we are #humor

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crows-murder · 4 years

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ADHD Mac

oh yeah im doing this

there are two things im 100% about Angus MacGyver

1 he is a bi disaster

and 2 he has ADHD

before elementary school, no one really thought anything was out of the ordinary with Mac. his parents thought his hyperactivity and inability to focus well was normal for a toddler.

even if they got suspicious, Ellen got sick and she became a priority, not Mac’s odd behavior.

after Ellen MacGyver’s death, James couldn’t even look at his son, seeing his late wife in his blue eyes and blond hair, much less worry about his son’s attention problem that were increasingly frustrating the teachers.

Mac’s teachers in first grade aren’t too hard on him and his wandering attention and inability to sit still for too long since his mother had died recently.

they blame it on the trauma of losing a mother and dismiss it, though get more frustrated with Mac.

as early as second grade, Mac shows signs of having an exceptionally sharp mind, but his teachers are frustrated with him because he can’t seem to concentrate in class and struggles with his homework. Mac gets exceptional grades despite that.

his grades are so good the administration bumps him up two grades.

Mac starts fifth grade at 8, but it doesn’t get easier for him, or less frustrating.

he has occasional emotional outbursts, he’s always fidgeting, leaves a lot of tasks unfinished and has problems focusing. the other students find him weird on top of him having skipped two grades and he has no friends other than Bozer.

Mac works on his homework for hours, trying desperately to focus long enough to finish it, missing obvious details and getting reprimanded by the teachers.

his father becomes more secluded so Mac can’t ask him for help, and instead tries to force himself to study until his head hurts and the words swim around the paper like unintelligible squiggles.

Mac’s teachers complain about his poor organisation skills, unable to understand that this “mess” is Mac’s own version of organized.

Mac feels like no adult believes him when he says he can’t focus in class, that he couldn’t finish the homework, so he stops trying to convince them and instead takes it in.

he’s in sixth grade when his dad leaves for good, and it makes Mac’s already low self-esteem worse and wonders guiltily if James left because Mac struggled with simple tasks.

and so he works even harder, makes more efforts, tries harder.

it’s a real struggle that drives Mac’s frustration to tears many times, but it never feels like it’s enough. he still struggles working in group projects, he procrastinates, he loses track of time.

sometimes he can’t even physically bring himself to do his homework and ends up rushing it in the morning.

and of course, sometimes he gets lost in a personal project for hours on end without even realizing it.

Mac was always fidgeting, and started twisting up paperclips to keep his hands occupied and found that it helped focus his mind on the task ahead.

people thought he was distracted, but twisting paperclips meant that he was actually focusing much more easily.

as Mac grew older, he still couldn’t take criticism well. only Bozer really knew this, and even light criticism could make his low self-esteem plummet.

this paired with Mac being often bored and under-stimulated (mainly in school) made Mac’s school experience difficult.

he graduates at 16 and goes straight to MIT where things slightly get better, feeling like some of the stress of grade school finally leaving him and giving him more room to breathe.

when his grandfather's call came, Mac was 18 and finally felt like things were going right.

he went to join the Army, hoping his history of lack of focus won’t hinder him much.

in Afghanistan, Mac is (usually) able to put all his focus on the IED and forget the world around.

the other soldiers think he’s just a really good EOD tech who can ignore the gunfire surprisingly well, but it’s actually because oh his hyper-focused brain.

when he and Jack are discharged and hired by DXS, Mac starts to suffer from secondary depression.

he finally goes to see a doctor who gives him his diagnosis and prescribes him antidepressants and suggests he sees a mental health professional.

Mac does and he gets diagnosed with ADHD and his prescribed ADHD medication and his doctor even suggests seeing a therapist.

despite Mac's hatred for pills, he still takes his antidepressants, but refuses to take the ADHD meds, refusing to be dependent on pills for the rest of his life.

he manages to keep it a secret from everyone, even Bozer.

but Mac decides a therapist would be helpful, and so he schedules a meeting.

and then he keeps going, every week.

therapy helps.

a lot.

though he felt like he was back to square one, like in school, feeling under-performing, but only this time with mild depression.

his therapist explains that the depression was caused by his brain being constantly under-stimulated, and of course war didn’t help.

over the months, Mac slowly gets better and feels like he’s finally moving forward, and talking to someone about a mental issue he never knew he had really helped him.

he feels guilty not telling anyone, but he isn’t ready to tell them yet.

months later, Mac decides to tell Bozer and sits him down and explains to his best friend how he was recently diagnosed with ADHD (Bozer told him it explained a lot) and mild depression because of it

Bozer understood and respected Mac’s wish to keep it under wraps and tells him that if Mac needed anything, he could always (always) come to Bozer. Mac felt even more grateful for his best friend (I love their friendship oh wow--)

no one but Bozer knew for a long time.

it wasn’t even added to his file, so not even Patti (later Matty) or Oversight (screw him anyways) knew.

after fifteen months on antidepressants Mac’s therapist decides he could come off the medication.

the withdrawal is… rough

but Mac refused to take any days off (despite what his doctor said), lest he roused suspicion.

Mac just powered through the intense stomach cramps, sweating, shivering and nausea as best as he could.

Jack was suspicious, but Mac assured him it was just a stomach bug, and Jack let it be since he could see no physical wounds that could cause this.

Mac’s withdrawal lasted a little over three weeks, and Bozer was trying to be there for his best friend as best as he could.

Mac would sleep in fits, threw up every other night and couldn’t stand eating or even looking at anything salty or sweet

when Mac started to get better, looking and feeling more healthy, Bozer took him out to one of the best restaurants in LA as a way to celebrate and made Mac pancakes for breakfast all week.

Mac told him it was entirely unnecessary, but Bozer cut him off by telling him that if someone could beat depression, it was worth celebrating.

it effectively shut Mac up and made him wonder for the thousandth time how he was lucky enough to meet someone like Bozer.

for the whole week, Mac is in a much happier and brighter mood than he’d been in in a long time.

it took everyone by surprise and caused Jack to ask if he was okay. Mac had just smiled and said that he’d never been better.

Bozer was just glad to see Mac act the way he used to when they were still in grade school. he missed this version of Mac.

Matty being Matty found out bout Mac’s therapy sessions and his antidepressant prescription and ADHD diagnosis and asks him about it (more worried about his well-being than his performance in the field)

Mac apologizes for keeping it a secret but told her that he’d gotten off the antidepressants months ago (to Matty’s relief) and that the ADHD was nothing to worry about.

Mac knows that he won’t be able to keep his therapy sessions and ADHD a secret from everyone forever, but still doesn’t feel ready to tell anyone.

Mac told them one by one, all at different times

he told Jack first, who was concerned for his partner but couldn’t bring himself to be mad at Mac for keeping it to himself.

telling Riley and Cage took a while, but he finally got it out, and felt relieved that he didn’t have to keep it a secret anymore.

after season 3, when Mac gets reinstated, his first order of business is to schedule an appointment with a therapist (Nigerian villages, as it turned out, don’t have therapy clinics)

James MacGyver tries to be the dad he hasn’t been to Mac since he was five, but missed a lot and doesn’t believe his son’s claim to have ADHD.

it destabilizes Mac’s firm belief in the diagnosis and sends him spiraling

Matty is not happy.

you do not want Matty to not be happy with you

whether or not you’re her boss.

she and James have a heated discussion when James says he wants to remove Mac’s ADHD from his personal file.

let’s just say Mac’s mental health is something no one talks about unless they want to really go at it with James.

and Mac tells them to drop it. he doesn’t have to listen to his father’s opinions (as he is an adult himself) and doesn’t want anyone fired on his behalf.

idk if it’s just me really liking the idea of Mac seeing a therapist (boy needs it)

or just thinking that it would explain a lot about Mac (his habit of playing with paperclips, his hyper-focus, etc...)

but i like the idea of ADHD Mac.

also it would make a lot of sense idk

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ceealaina · 4 years

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Title: America’s Ass[Hole] Collaborator Name: ceealaina Link: AO3 Square Filled: C5 - Retirement Ship: Bucky/Steve, Bucky/Steve/Sam Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops and Cafes Summary: Steve and Bucky have been together for years -- and they've been crushing on Sam for nearly as long. Turns out all they needed to seduce him were some inappropriate comments about doughnuts, an asshole customer, and one of Steve's famous 'Captain America' tirades. Word Count: 1854

Bucky looked up as the bell dinged over the door, a lazy smirk crossing his lips at the two figures elbowing each other on their way through the door. “Well,” he purred, leaning forward across the counter in the most seductive way possible -- not easy when he was wearing a hot pink frilly apron -- and waggling his eyebrows at the two of them. “If it isn’t my two favourite Captains America.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but Sam gave him a pointed look. “There’s flour on your nose.”

“You’ve gotta let that nickname go,” Steve grumbled as Bucky made a face at Sam. There was a slight flush on the top of Steve’s cheeks and Bucky preened a little, because oh yeah, fifteen years later and he could still make his boyfriend blush (the fact that Steve blushed as easily as he breathed was neither here nor there).

“Hey, it’s not everyday that your boyfriend gets picked to be the PR face of the good ol’ US of Army,” he pointed out, going a little cross-eyed as he tried to see the tip of his nose to rub the flour off.

Steve huffed, but Bucky could see the small smile fighting its way onto his lips. “That’s not even me anymore.”

“Hence the Captains, Stevie,” he told him, giving Sam a wink. “I’m not gonna forget about Captain Handsome here. Try and keep up.”

Sam rolled his eyes, though neither Bucky and Steve missed the little nose wrinkle that he always did when he was feeling flustered. “You two are gross,” he informed them. “It’s been like a hundred years. Aren’t you sick of each other’s ugly faces?”

“Constantly,” Steve agreed easily, grinning look Bucky gave him. “Can’t stand the sight of him.” He shrugged helplessly, grin turning soppy. “But what can I do, I’m in love with him anyway.”

“Gross,” Sam confirmed. “I’m gonna grab a table. Call me when you’re done flirting and being all smitten with each other.”

In unison, Bucky and Steve both turned to watch him go, Bucky leaning forward over the counter to get a better look. “Hey, Sam!” he called, grinning when Sam’s steps faltered slightly but he didn’t turn around. “Hate to watch you go, but I love to watch you leave,” he drawled. Both Sam’s hands came up, flipping him the bird over his shoulder, and Bucky laughed.

“Buck,” Steve hissed when Sam had settled into a seat. “Come on, you’re gonna scare him off.”

Bucky just snorted. “Hate to break it to you, pal, but if we haven’t scared him off yet, we’re not gonna.” He waved his metal arm at Steve. “He stuck around when I lost my arm, and had to get out of the army. Remember? I didn’t shower for like a month, don’t know how anyone besides you could stand to be near me. But Sam? He stuck around. Dragged me out of bed and outside, and I know he took you drinking when you didn’t know what to do with me anymore. And!” He gestured around the bakery. “Who was the one to back me up when I had the ridiculous idea to open up a bakery for both people and their dogs, despite having no professional training whatsoever? Sam.”

“This place is great!” Steve insisted. “Giving people a chance to share a treat with their service dogs? That’s brilliant, Buck.” He was just a little too earnest though, and Bucky fixed him with a look.

“You thought I was crazy, Stevie. Sam was the one who convinced you to let me give it a try. It might not be quite the way we want yet, but he’s been a part of our relationship almost as long as we’ve been together. He’s not going anywhere.”

Steve made a face at him. “When the hell’d you get so smart?”

“I’ve always been smarter than you, punk. You were just too dumb to notice.”

Steve huffed at that, but he was obviously fighting back a smile. “Still,” he protested. “I thought we agreed we were gonna take it slow.”

“This is slow!” Bucky insisted. “If I don’t flirt inappropriately, he’s gonna know something’s up.”

“Hey!” Sam shouted, interrupting them both and making Steve jump. He looked up from the table in the corner where he was scrolling idly through his phone, giving them a grin. “Are you two gonna stand there canoodling all day, or can I get a goddamn doughnut over here?”

“Yeah, yeah!” Steve waved him off as the bell rang over the door, another customer coming in. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Oh!” Bucky’s face lit up. “I almost forgot, got a new doughnut for you idjits to try. Hang on a sec.” He darted out back and into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a tray of chocolate doughnuts, all covered in red, white, and blue sprinkles. “Ta-Da!” he proclaimed.

Steve gave a long-suffering sigh, although he was grinning too. “You’re a jerk,” he told him, shaking his head at the tray. “I can’t believe I’m dating you sometimes.”

Bucky just grinned even wider. “Wanna know what I’m gonna call them?”

“I really don’t think that I do.”

Bucky giggled a little. “Cap’s Asshole!”

Steve nodded, eyes going skyward. “Of course you are.”

“Get it? Because everyone wants to eat it!”

“Yeah, no, I got it the first time.” Steve started to say something else, but before he could, he was interrupted by the customer who had walked in behind him.

“That’s fucking gross, man. What, are you gay or something?”

Bucky shared a look with Steve, arching his eyebrows and not even trying to hide his smile as he peered around him to take in the new customer. “Uhhh, yeah,” he acknowledged easily. “Well, bi, technically. But, like, super bi.”

The customer, it seemed, didn’t quite know how to take this. He’d apparently been expecting Bucky to be offended at being called gay (even though he’d just been talking about rimming Captain America’s asshole, for fuck’s sake) and he shifted awkwardly, obviously uncomfortable with his easy admission of his sexuality. His mouth opened and closed a few times.

“It’s still gross,” he muttered.

Steve didn’t try to hide the laugh that slipped out.

“And anyway!” he added, more triumphant now that he thought he had a point. “It can’t be Captain America. It’s a chocolate doughnut.”

Bucky stared back at him blankly. “And…?”

“And Captain America’s white, dumbass. He’s not fucking black.”

He said ‘black’ like he meant something else and Bucky’s eyes went wide. But before he could say anything -- probably kick the guy out -- Steve was whirling around.

“Excuse the fuck outta me?” He stepped in close and the customer’s eyes went wide, both at the sheer size of Steve and at being met with Captain America in person. “I don’t know if you noticed, dumbass, but I’m not Captain America anymore, he is.”

He pointed across the room at Sam, who was looking a little startled at being called out like that. Sam’s gaze shifted over to Bucky, who gave him a quick, reassuring wink.

“And he’s already ten times the Captain America I’ve ever been. So we don’t need your fucking mansplaining ass coming in here telling us that like the colour of his skin makes one ounce of difference to the kind of man he is.”

“Jesus, alright,” the customer muttered, eyeing the doorway a little desperately. “What is he, your boyfriend or something?”

“Nope.” Steve popped the p. “That one isn’t my boyfriend, but that one is.” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at Bucky. “Although, we’re taking applications for, uh… joint chief of staff. And you’re probably too straight to even know what I mean. But if Bucky wants to rim Sam to kingdom come, he’s more than welcome to.”

He stopped then, seeming to realize what he’d said, and the customer took advantage of the break in his tirade to make a run for the door. Steve slumped back against the counter, cutting eyes briefly over to Sam.

“Did I just say that outloud?” he asked, answering his own question before anyone else could. “Oh god, I did.”

He groaned, burying his face in his hands, and Bucky gave his back a couple comforting pats before chancing a look over at Sam who… Didn’t look upset. He was leaning back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, a small smile playing over his lips.

“Joint chief of staff, huh?” he asked. Steve peeked at him from between his fingers, and Bucky held his breath. “Not your best metaphor, Rogers. Still…” He got to his feet, sauntering over to the two of them. “I am a huge fan of the way you defended my honour there. Not that I need it, mind you, but still. It’s kind of hot.”

Steve’s arms dropped heavily to his sides and he swallowed hard. “Is that… Is that a yes? Cause Buck and I…” He glanced back at Bucky, who was leaning forward against the counter, positively beaming. “We’ve talked about it, a lot. We, uh…” He ducked his head a little. “We were trying to figure out how to ask you out.”

“Not for a threesome!” Bucky added quickly before making a show of looking Sam up and down, ogling and waggling his eyebrows. “Well, not just for a threesome. We want that too, obviously, but we also just want… All of you.”

Sam was still smirking, but his nose was wrinkling again and he couldn’t keep his eyes from going all soft and pleased. “I know,” he told them. “You two are about as subtle as an infomercial.” He glanced behind him. “You know that table is only like a foot away, right? I was just waiting to see which one of you broke first.”

Bucky snorted, shaking his head. “You’re such an asshole,” he declared, sounding thrilled about it. Sam just shrugged.

“Doesn’t that mean I’m gonna fit right in with you two?” he offered.

And then, while they were still absorbing that, he leaned in, curled his hands around Steve’s neck, and pulled him down for a slow, lingering kiss. Steve made a startled noise, eyes wide, before he sighed and sank into it, hands moving to squeeze at Sam’s hips. Bucky just watched the two of them, his mouth hanging open as he grabbed at the counter for support.

“Holy shit,” he drawled.

At the sound of his voice, Sam pulled away from Steve, ignoring his whine of protest, and leaned over the counter to give Bucky an equally mind melting kiss, grinning against his lips when Bucky groaned loudly.

“So listen,” Sam said. “You’re the boss. Any chance of closing early today so we can get the fuck outta here?”

“Yup!” Steve decided, even though it wasn’t his bakery, but Bucky was nodding too.

“Sure thing, handsome,” he promised, just as the bell rang over the door again. “Sorry, we’re closed!” he hollered, not bothering to look away from Sam and Steve. A wicked smile crossed his lips. “I gotta eat Cap’s Asshole!”

@buckybarnesbingo

#buckybarnesbingo2020 #bbb2020 #stucky #bucky/steve/sam #bucky barnes #sam wilson #steve rogers #humor #fic #my fic

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diningpageantry · 5 years

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"I can't believe this. First our room isn't ready, and now this? I specifically requested TWO beds." (-baz)(and there was only one bed gasp)

(funny enough, i actually have a whole 9.4k fic on this plot, if you wanna read a fic on “there was only one bed” that’s well fleshed out. but! here’s a shorter “there was one bed” ficlet.... that i may have turned into a much longer ficlet than originally intended.)

It’s really, really rare that we get to go on a proper field trip.

You’d think, given the small class size, that it’d be more common than just a sudden, unexpected, “We’re going to London to study Magickal Interaction in the Normal’s World” out of the blue. Not that it’s a topic that isn’t interesting, of course. Especially since, y’know, we’ve only got the rest of this year before we have to live in the Normal’s world. But still. Would’ve been nice to go out there at some point in my earlier years to, I don’t know, wave my wand around an open field somewhere that isn’t Watford’s campus.

Anyway. Can’t really complain. Especially since it’s four days of minimal classwork, and an excuse to sneak off at night with Penny and get beyond plastered in a mage’s bar. Maybe find someone to make out with in a dark corner, which sounds rightfully enticing seeing as I’ve been single and pitifully daydreaming about just being loved. (That’s it. That’s all. The action of being loved.)

Only thing that’s getting on my nerves is the fact that Baz and I don’t get separate rooms.

None of us do, really. We’re all stuck with our usual roommates (except this time without any gendered barriers keeping us apart. Or Anathema.)

Now, at first it didn’t seem an issue that Baz and I got stuck back together. We treat it like the usual avoidance, and he fucks off the moment he can, while I do the same.

Except, when we got to the hotel, us and everyone else in the same hallway got held back. Someone said something about them being cleaned, and we’d be in as soon as possible.

Which, evidently, was two hours.

Baz had a field day bitching about it.

I thought it’d stop the moment we got to the room, but here’s where we are now. An even bigger issue than Baz being a total and complete drama queen.

“Crowley,” he snaps, practically slamming down the handle to his travel-case (it rolls. Doesn’t even have the effort to properly carry something). “I can’t believe this. Mage really cheaped out this time.”

I don’t really have a reaction. I can’t think of a reaction. Not when there’s only one bed in the room. “I don’t think he--”

“First the room wasn’t ready, now this?!”

“I’ll sleep in the bathtub, if need-be.”

He glares over at me, looking me up and down like he’s considering my size in comparison, before saying “You’ll be lucky if you can spell it soft enough.”

I scrunch my nose. Maybe Penny can talk Trixie into staying in Keris’ room. I’ll sleep on her extra bed.

Or her floor.

Or her bathtub.

I look over the bed again. It’s really quite big. Plenty of room, really. Enough for us to press up to opposite sides, not even touching... “What if we stay?”

He snorts. “You’re kidding.”

“Why would I be?”

His head turns, brow raising. “There’s nothing stopping me from snapping your neck as you sleep here. Sure, it’ll be bad on my record, but evidence isn’t hard to hide. I can say you ran off.”

“Can’t drop the villain act for one minute, can you?” I drop my duffel-bag onto the bed, exhaling. “I’ll take the left, you take the right. Like our beds usually.”

He looks like he’s thinking hard to say something, to snap something clever back like he always does, but he gives me a halfhearted high instead before locking himself into our bathroom.

I try to yell at him, telling him to save me the little free soaps (I forgot to snag the ones supplied from Watford), but I don’t quite think he can hear me.

So I make sure I have everything I need, and leave him alone for the night, going down to the lobby to meet Penny for dinner.

We decide to stay in tonight--she has her laptop hooked up to the WiFi, so she’s going through the motions of researching where we’ll go for our drunken festivities.

I don’t mention the bed to her. Not yet. Not after we see how tonight goes.

Which, at first, doesn’t start bad.

It’s the usual nighttime routine. He slips in late (I wonder what he’s found to drain in the city without getting caught), coming back looking a bit disheveled, but else wise put together.

We don’t speak about it. We don’t have the energy these days. He simply changes in the bathroom, then slips into bed, turning completely away from me.

I click out my light, and he does the same, and we fall asleep.

All soundly. Sort of.

That is, until he steals all the blankets. And at first, it isn’t a bother, but then he rolls over, and takes up more than half the bed, in his sprawling.

I huff, trying to nudge him, but he’s completely out cold. Literally cold.

When I push him, I feel his freezing skin against me. It’s barely any affect under enough blankets to swallow him whole.

“Baz,” I try, to no avail. So try louder. “Baz!”

He snaps awake, jerking around and glaring at me the moment our eyes meet. “Yes?” he drags.

“Can I have some room to sleep?”

He blinks at me, eyes heavy as he snorts. It barely has any affect. “Y’sleep in a ball. Don’t ask like you need more.”

And with that, he’s back asleep. Tosser.

I don’t sleep much the rest of the night, arse half off the bed.

The next day isn’t terrible. We tour a good bit, it’s mostly a bore, and then by dinner time, Penny’s already got a place for us to go.

“It’s a bit set aside, and we need a spell to get in, but I think we’ll be fine if you’re not the one trying to spell us in.”

“Why’s that?”

She looks at me, seeming outright exhausted, and I nod. Ah okay yeah. That’s why.

When I get back to the room, Baz looks like he’s getting ready to go somewhere to (city rats? Are city rats appetizing? Or maybe he’s actually just draining people out here). He looks over at me, raising a brow as I go for my bag. “Retiring early? I’m surprised you and Bunce aren’t going to go stake out something for your precious Mage.”

“Actually, we’re going out.”

“Pardon?”

“We've found a Mage’s club.” I know he won’t turn me in for this. I sure as shit could turn him in for sneaking out, so there’s no point in retaliation.

But he gives me a new reaction. One I wasn’t particularly expecting. “Is it far?”

I blink, picking up my pair of jeans and the shirt Penn stole from Premal’s closet for me. “No...”

He nods, seemingly in thought. “Fine. Save room in the cab.”

“Save room in the--I never invited you!”

“No, I invited myself. But someone has to look after you two, or else you’ll get yourselves into another Goblin attack--or worse.”

Frowning over at him, I think over how hard I’d have to punch him to known the sense out of him. It wouldn’t be too hard, but what’s the effort worth? Plus, how bad could it be? He fucks off, and he pays for the ride. “Fine, but you’re paying.”

“That was never said.”

I smirk back. “Yeah well, you invited yourself.” I shut myself into the bathroom.

Once I step out, I look over to see he’s actually dressed decently, in clothes I can’t ever recall him in.

“Baz, are those jeans? Are you wearing jeans?”

He doesn’t bother looking away from the mirror, fixing his hair. “What did you expect me to wear? A skirt?”

“Yes--wait. No. Anything but jeans.”

“Do you imagine I’d saunter around a club as an eligible bachelor in some bloody cloak?”

“A little bit, yeah!”

He groans, rolling his eyes as he turns back and rustles through his bag. “You’re pathetic.”

Standing back, I watch as he shuffles around and digs out a pencil, nice and capped all pretty. My first thought is wondering why he’s pulling out a pencil, but then he uncaps it and brings it up to his face.

“Stop--”

He turns slowly, raising a brow. “Something the matter?” he monotones.

“What--don’t hurt yourself!”

He snorts, shaking his head and turning back and starting to run it along certain parts of his eyes (looking like he very well knows what he’s doing). “Haven’t you ever seen anyone put on makeup?”

Yes. Well, yeah. Of course. I’ve seen Aggie put on her makeup before big holiday dinners, and Penny drag out a little bag during breakfast to just put something on her eyelashes and use some chapstick (that’s all she ever does, and that’s only if she has a presentation to give that day).

And anyway, whenever Agatha put anything around her eyes, it was with a tube and little brush thing. And other brushes. And more brushes.

“Not with a colored pencil.”

“It’s called eyeliner, Snow.”

I’ve never seen a bloke put on makeup.

I’ve never seen a bloke look deliberately pretty.

And it isn’t that I haven’t seen pretty blokes--of course I’ve seen pretty blokes. Baz is sort of a pretty bloke, in the textbook sense. Full-ish lips (well full enough that they’re not barely there. Fuller side for a guy, I guess). Pretty eyes, with dark lashes that make ‘em look lighter. I think he does his eyebrows--they’re too well kept to not have something done to them.

Clear skin. Always clear. Almost like a doll’s face.

Except if the doll was always pissed off.

I sort of stand blinking, staring at him without properly meaning to (but definitely staring), only snapping to when he stands up straight and fixes his shirt. It’s nearly half unbuttoned.

He snaps something at me (I don’t catch it, I’m staring at his chest). (How does he feel so comfortable showing that much skin?) (Why would he show so much skin? Who is he trying to woo?) (Is this how he’s getting his dinner? Going off with someone then draining them?)

It takes him a few more tries before it comes through. “For Crowley’s sake, Snow, back to reality or I’ll punch it into you.”

My head shakes, eyes going wide as my head snaps up, then settles back to a frown. “Don’t have to be a dick about it,” I grumble, shoulders dropping a bit as I pat around. Wallet (with room key). Mobile Penny convinced me to get over winter break.

That’s it. That’s all.

“Are you ready?” My voice cracks a bit as I ask, hand moving up to over my mouth subtly. This is already going to be a weird night.

He gives me a once over, and I can practically hear his voice. “Really Snow? That’s what you’re wearing?” He nods anyway, pushing past me to open our door. “Where are we meeting her?”

“Lobby.” I trail behind him, dinging for the lift and resting back against the wall.

He goes off and checks himself in this mirror, presumably trying to see himself in a new light.

“Oi, piss off. Y’already look like you’re off to seduce your next victim.”

“Pray tell, Snow, what you think they’d be a victim of.”

“Vampire’s thrall?”

He seems a bit smug about that one. “Wouldn’t you think I’d have pulled that by now?”

“Maybe you did. I know how Agatha followed you around like a puppy dog--”

“You seem to forget that you followed me around like a puppy dog. For a year.”

I frown, then blink. “That could’ve been the thrall!”

He just laughs, a bitter bark at me as the lift pings and slides open. “Hate to inform you, Snow--” he hits the button for the lobby, then close doors as I settle back against the corner of the space, “--but if was a vampire, and I did use my thrall, I’m fairly certain you’d know it was happening.”

We drop the conversation there, standing in silence as the little box around us rattles and drops at a decently slow speed, a soft chime as we hit the ground floor and step out to take a good look around.

Penny’s already waiting, standing by a plant with her mobile in hand. She looks up, raising a brow at Baz (I’d texted her that he’s coming, my only explanation being “He’s paying”). “Bold fashion choice.”

He smirks, and it feels like it’s an intentional jab. I think he feels spiffy. “Thank you, Bunce. You’re looking...” He trails. She’s not in anything that’s much of anything to comment at (she’s not single, so a simple black sweater dress is enough for her). “Like you’re going to a very informal funeral.”

“Mmm. Your’s, or Simon’s?”

“Why not both?”

She smiles a bit, impressed before exhaling. “You’re paying, right?”

“Do I have much of a choice?”

“No.” She grabs my arm, raising a brow at me as I shrug. Free alcohol is free alcohol (and I suppose I’ll turn a blind eye to Baz if he’s got his fangs sunken into someone in the back room).

We all pile into a cab, and Penny gives the instructions. We’re relatively silent, all looking off through the windows, paying no mind to the cabbie as we twist and turn, finally stopping and stepping out as Baz pays the tab.

We’re in front of a closed Primark which, granted, seems like an odd place to take three late-teenaged kids to, but he just heads off and leaves us staring up at it.

“The sex appeal of this is through the roof,” Baz quips, raising a brow as Penny sighs and looks around.

“Trust me, alright?” she hisses, glancing around before starting down the street.

I follow along, hands in my pockets as we stroll. Baz looks a bit cautious, but overall humored by the whole endeavor.

We stop outside a much smaller side shop, with a spray painted shutter. “EAT DIX”

“Classy,” Baz mumbles as Penny steps forward, pointing her ring at it.

“Oh, what a night!”

The shutters rumble a bit, raising a few notches on their own and letting Penny yank them up the rest of the way. She glances around, exhaling in relief before waving us in.

It just looks like a tight passageway, but tucked inside the wall.

I go first anyway, following along for maybe half a minute before I can hear it--laughing. Dancing. Going about.

Baz lights a fire just in time before I hit a turn, then see it. The trickling of light.

Then another turn.

It’s like a hard snake, bumping through twist and turn before we emerge into a thumping, crowded dance club, twinkling lights suspended in mid-air as the smell of drinks and the sweetness of pixie dust spins around us.

I let Penny take the lead, holding onto her elbow as descend down a short flight of stairs and land off to the side of the crowd. Baz sticks close, practically looming over my shoulder as we make out way to the bar.

I can feel some people eyeing me up--I can feel them staring, even if they don’t mean to. I know they know who I am. I know they can smell it--they can feel it.

And I know they see me next to a Pitch, which is probably fairly confusing, but once again, free alcohol is free alcohol.

Baz orders us two rounds of shots as we settle up to the bar, trying to talk about where to stand and whether or not to dance.

After the shots, and well, another round (then a drink each), Penny and I break off from him as he stays at the bar, wordlessly sipping back something that looks too pink to be appetizing (he seems happy with it, though, surprisingly).

I polish off my drink--something magical, except it also has some fizzy in it, so I don’t know whether or not the tingle in my throat is from the drink or from the additive, but I don’t really care. I don’t care about shit, because Penny’s shoving me into the middle of the crowd to (try to) dance.

And try to I do.

Terribly, I think.

Who’s going to tell me I’m a bad dancer? I’m the Chosen One, for Merlin’s sake.

I turn, then catch Baz staring.

Oh right. He will. He’ll tell me I’m a bad dancer.

Which, I suppose, he has a little say in, but still. I prefer not to hear him, but he’s the one supplying me with drinks, so I should shut up and let him speak.

He doesn’t move. Not immediately.

And when he does, it isn’t to go forward. It’s, instead, to turn around, and order another drink for himself.

Something in my chest flutters, searching for his gaze again until another body blocks him. Someone big (half giant?) I don’t even bother waiting to see if he did look back, instead just weaving my way back into the crowd to find Penny.

We stick around for a little while, making Baz get us another drink before he eventually climbs off his seat, finding me half slumped next to the loo, and scoffs at me.

“You’re pissed,” he mumbles, not fresh as a fucking daisy himself. “We’re going back.”

I pout a bit. “Penny’s taking a piss.”

“Of course she is,” he sighs, shaking a hand through his hair.

I smile as it falls into his face, and reach up absentmindedly to swipe it away. “Pretty,” I mumble.

He doesn’t swat me away, blinking once as I tuck it behind his ear. He gathers himself after a second of just blinking. “You better be stable enough to walk, because I’m not dragging you out.”

(Spoiler alert: he does.)

(I’m half leaned over him, arm around his shoulder, as Penny hums some tune behind us, weaving out through the path we came.) (Which, surprisingly, shoots us out a few doors down from where we entered. Wicked.)

He hails us a cab a block or two away, all the while I’m mumbling something about him smelling like a weird lemon. We squeeze together in the back, Penny and Baz on each side of me as I fit in the middle, head leaned back as the room spins. At least Baz has the sense to remember the address of the hotel, letting Penny and I just hum to ourselves.

We part ways in the lobby, Baz letting me cling to him as I stumble closely into the lift.

We’re silent.

Too silent.

I hum again to fill it, humming that spell that Penny used to get us in (it’s catchy).

Baz doesn’t tell me to stop. Not until we get out, and even then it’s a soft “Shh”. The kind you try to lull a baby to rest.

I smile, leaning up to whisper in his year. “Am I your baby, Baz?”

He gets a little stiff in my arms, feeling like a plank that I’m just drifting through the hallway with. “Nobody’s my ‘baby’, Snow.”

“I could be,” I hum, leaning more against him and whispering even quieter. “I am now.”

He looks like he might shove me off. Instead, he walks faster to our door, getting out his key card and grumbling something bitterly as he pushes the door open and hits the lights.

I flop myself down onto the bed, grinning up at him. “You’re really pretty. Did y’know that?”

“No, Snow.” He almost sounds sad. Why is he sad?

“Soooo pretty....”

“Are you going to stop anytime soon?”

I giggle, closing my eyes and shaking my head. I feel the room shake with me (I think that’s what’s happening).

When I open my eyes, I don’t see any objects actually shaking, but Merlin am I dizzy.

Baz has all but disappeared, except for the sound of the bathroom tap running.

I hum, starting to try to wiggle out of my jeans (getting them half off before remembering my shoes), then trying to kick those off while trying to somehow lift myself off my back to take off my shirt.

Which is how Baz finds me, almost thrashing around on the bed.

“Oh for Crowley’s sake,” he mumbles, going to help me.

I just let him do the work, closing my eyes and settling back. “Mm. Why’re you sober?”

“I spelled myself sober. Used ‘Closing time’.” He says it without the magic, helping me out of my clothes and leaving me in my boxers and cross, carefully staring anywhere but me. “Why? Do you need to be spelled sober?”

I shake my head. “Like this.”

He sighs, stepping away and mumbling something incoherent as he goes into the bathroom and comes back with a glass of water. “Drink.”

I don’t protest, forcing myself up to chug it down, before looking up. “I’m gonna pee.”

His lip curls up. “Then go pee.”

I nod, closing my eyes and pushing myself out of bed. I stumble, but catch myself on the bedside table. “I’m gonna pee,” I repeat, padding into the bathroom.

I think I say it again (or I’m thinking it) as I’m steadying myself again the wall and focusing very hard on my aim.

I flush, washing my hands because I know Baz will throw a fit if I don’t, then go back out to see how he is.

Which is just him in bed, turned away from me.

I frown, then plop next to him, hitting off the lights and sighing. “Baz?”

“Yes?” he grumbles.

I turn my head, watching him. “Thank you.”

He turns around slowly, facing me entirely. “What do you want me to say?”

I shrug, then reach out to feel his hair again, watching his eyes fall shut, then push back open.

“What is it that you want, Snow?”

I shrug. “Nothing really. I feel like thanking you. Is it a crime?”

“No.” He still stares at me, like he did at the bar.

I bite my lip. “Am I bad a dancer?”

He seems taken a back, but answers nonetheless. “Yes,” he whispers, then I laugh.

I laugh because he’s right. I laugh because this is silly. I laugh because I want to laugh.

And he laughs too.

We laugh together, my forehead leaning to touch his as we giggle, settling into the shared sheets. We relax. We exhale, looking at one another before I stare at his pretty mouth, then lined eyes, and suddenly push my lips forward just to feel how his pretty mouth would feel against mine, and I find that it feels fantastic.

It feels soft, and slow, and hesitant then all at once not, pushing forward against mine and making me sigh out onto him.

His hair pushes into my hair, then his pretty mouth pulls back, and I open my eyes to stare at his prettier ones.

“You’re drunk,” he whispers, voice small.

I nod, then shrug. “You can sober me up,” I whisper, popping the ‘P’ before smiling a little.

He does move at first. “Takes a good bit of magic, Simon.”

I shrug again. “I can try...”

He laughs. “Crowley, no. Please don’t. You’ll probably ruin your liver doing that alone.”

He’s not wrong.

I opt to kiss his cheek, feeling his hair slowly as I scoot closer. “Okay,” I mumble. “Kiss me in the morning, then.”

“What if you don’t want to,” he whispers, forgoing his usual bitterness. “What if you forget.”

He’s probably right. I have a shit memory when it comes to drinking. And that’s probably why he’s not snapping my neck now, either.

The whole kissing me back is a thought for tomorrow, though.

“Then tell me to kiss you,” I yawn, pressing my face into his neck and inhaling. “Say... I think you’re pretty. Because you’re pretty. And I like that.”

“You’re talking nonsense, Snow.”

I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. Kiss me anyway.”

His hand settles firmly on my back, right at the dip of it. “Fine,” he whispers. “But then we don’t talk about tonight.”

“What tonight?”

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