#also i shit you not i went to go eat at a burger joint last week and 'magic dance' was playing and i lost my fricking mind
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How You Turn My World; Chapter 4
You finally find your way into the labyrinth, coming across some new and old faces; both friendly and malicious.
Character; Lilia Vanrouge
Content; Gender-neutral reader, reader is getting tired of being stuck here and smelling like a bog
Content Warnings; Swearing, some talk of death, reader passes out
Word Count; 2.2 K
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |
As per usual, don't put my work into AI.
You were finally making some decent progress, what, with not being stuck in some bog and knowing somewhat of where you were going. A vast improvement really! Well, it would be, but unfortunately, you still reeked of rotten eggs and skunk — apparently the bog stench only got worse the longer it stayed on.
“Why did it have to dump me into the swamp,” you huffed, rounding yet another corner. “Like, it could have dumped me beside the water, but, no, no, let’s dump the magicless human right into the putrid bog water! A good guffaw, don’t you think? Ha ha ha HA!”
At least your au de Bog of Eternal Stench kept any would-be assailants away since you hadn’t run into anything (besides a rose bush, ouch) since you started making your way through the labyrinth. So maybe it wasn’t all that bad… damn, maybe your sense of smell was just used to it… hey, if stink helps you not die, then you would gladly stay stinky! Well, bitterly stay stinky is more like it.
“Assholes,” you muttered, rounding another corner.
But it wasn’t a corner; it was a crossroad. Three paths merged off of the one you were on.
… aren’t labyrinths just one long line? THIS IS A FUCKING MAZE?! You groaned, looking at your possible options which all looked exactly the same.
Decisions, decisions, decisions. Of course nothing is easy here, no no no! Gotta make things difficult now.
The hedge behind you rustled, and you whipped around, getting into a stance where you could either land a pretty good sucker punch to the hedge-stalker or make a mad dash away. But out of the hedge crawled out a small, fuzzy, caterpillar. And back at home you would have thought it was cute, but you learned your lesson from the doors; don’t trust it, or anyone for that matter.
You looked down at the caterpillar, and the caterpillar looked up at you, blinking slowly.
What are the chances…
“Do you know a way out,” you asked the caterpillar, crouching down so that you didn’t tower over it.
The caterpillar blinked at you again (apparently caterpillars in the Underground have eyelids, which isn’t the weirdest thing considering everything). “No,” it chirped and continued crawling on its merry way, wherever that may be. “But you’ll find the way.” And it disappeared into the growth of the maze, humming a little tune to itself.
You sighed, and pushed yourself back up, straightening out your shoulders and looking up to the sky. “I’ll find a way,” you breathed, looking up at the cloudless sky which was starting to turn a brilliant amber with the setting sun. “I might want to find a way is more like it.”
You looked back down to the ground, looking at the three paths in front of you. They all look the same, save for the ground making up paths themselves, with the middle and right paths looking well worn with travel. And while they may be well worn, there was a voice at the back of your head that was whispering caution. The left-most path was not as well travelled, with dead vines covering parts of it.
“Hopefully you’re right, little buddy since I could use all the luck I can get.” And you made your way down the path, hoping that it was the correct one and didn’t lead you to your death or some other unpleasant thing.
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Lilia was at the entrance of the labyrinth, in front of the two doors.
“Have you seen a human, about this tall, a bit of a temper, and smelling foul,” he asked the doors.
The doors looked at each other before looking at Lilia. “And what’s it to you,” they said in unison.
Lilia smiled, but it was one of mild annoyance, not joy or amusement. “Royal orders I fear. You wouldn’t want the mistress finding out about you both tampering with a royal matter, would you?” The smile turned cat-like since Lilia had backed them into a corner.
The doors paled, with the blue door speaking up. “No no, sir! We would never dream of such a thing!!! Yes, there was a human, a wretched one at that, horribly rude!”
Lilia hummed, cocking a brow at the door. “I do think wretched is a bit of an overstatement now,” he whispered to himself. “Well, tell me where about they are then. The sooner I can collect them, the better for you lot.”
The red door sighed, “Near the heart of it, they took the left path.”
Left path? Why the left path leads to… Shit. Lilia mentally groaned, knowing that regardless of the path you took, you would end up having to deal with them eventually. “Your cooperation has been noted,” is what he said though, giving the doors both a nod before turning into a bat and flying over the labyrinth, trying to find you before you ran into whoever them was.
“Please be clever enough not to die,” he whispered to no one, hoping that he didn’t have to deliver your body to the Queen.
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The left path brought you to what looked like a forest; with old-growth trees, ferns and moss covering the ground, and a list mist hanging in the air. It was peaceful and beautiful, with the setting sun illuminating the mist without burning it away.
But that would not last, night was fast approaching and you had nothing to protect you this time; no rowan tree to haul your ass up, and no sort of weapon to protect yourself besides the oh-so-lovely smell of the bog to deter something from eating you. You were pretty sure it would also keep away anything that wanted to otherwise snatch you up.
“AH!” Something jumped out from a tree, and you couldn’t fully register what it was since you were also screeching, much like the creature was at you; you with fright, the creature with amusement and joy.
Two other creatures jumped out from behind the trees and startled cackling, jumping, and clapping. Together, they surrounded you, with no way to really escape them without fighting through.
… you really should have read about fae species, since you didn’t know what they exactly were, or how dangerous they were either.
One pulled you near a pit and lit a fire, cackling in glee and dancing, trying to get you to join them. “Ah come on, human, have some fun! DANCE BABEY!!!!”
But you stayed still as more creatures came out of the shadows, dancing around the fire, giggling, cackling, and pulling a bit at your clothes to prompt you to join them. You didn’t know, cementing your feet down, your eyes watching their movements with caution.
‘Should you dance with the fae, you shall not stop dancing until you exhaust yourself. And once you wake up, you will continue dancing. This cycle will repeat itself until you dance to death.’
At least that was what the book said, and so you stayed still, regardless of how much the creatures pulled at you. While it looked like a grand old time, you remained where you were.
“I don’t have time for dancing,” you answered coldly, flinching from pinching fingers. You were also a bit shocked that Eau de Bog of Eternal Stench wasn’t keeping them away. Either, they couldn’t smell, or, they didn’t care that you smelled downright awful. “So this ‘baby’ won’t dance.”
And should I be offended by you calling me ‘baby’ or am I reading too much into it?
The main creature just shrugged and spun its dancing partner around. “Your loss human! More fun for us then! YIPPEE!!!” And it threw something in the fire to where you could feel the heat on your face.
What now? You were just standing there awkwardly as the creatures danced about, singing something that you couldn’t really make out. All you knew was that the heat, noise, and the dizzying dance of them was making your head pound, and throat scream in thirst. You hadn’t drank anything for over a day(?) — no, bog water did not count — and the heat from the fire made the thirst only worse. Shit.
“Ah, you don’t look too… hot there human,” one of the creatures snickered at its own joke at your expense. “Maybe if you dance with us, loosen up and have a bit of fun, then you can have a drink? Hmm? Dancing won’t kill you!” But its failed attempts at covering up its own malicious giggles were more than enough to stand your ground… which was coming at you quite fast since you practically collapsed.
Was it the thirst? The pounding migraine that wanted nothing more than to crawl into some dark hole and hide? Or your exhaustion from making that tiring trek, crawling yourself out of the bog and making the trek again, or the hours you had spent wandering around the maze with no real idea of where you were going? All you really knew was that you were now on the ground with the creatures poking at you to see if you were still alive.
“Aw, man! Are they already dead? That’s no fun!” One of the creatures pouted, raising up your arm, and you let it plop back to the ground. “Come on human! Get up! You’re not a party pooper are you?”
Scre you buddy! Can’t you read the situation?!
You were trying your best to stay quiet, which wasn’t all that hard, since all of your energy was gone.
“They best not be,” a familiar voice called out.
From your position, you couldn’t see who it was, but you could make out the creatures jumping away from you like you were the hot fire instead of the fire pit. But someone else was approaching until you could make out a pair of shoes in front of your face.
They crouched down beside you, placing their fingers gently at the base of your throat; taking your pulse. “Hmph, playing dead, are we, Beastie?”
That irritating chuckle. The annoying nickname. Those mischievous magenta eyes that now looked at you with curiosity and amusement.
It was him — Mr. Sparkles.
And he had just blown your act of playing possum (well, not really, since you had actually collapsed).
But you didn’t say anything, instead favouring to give him a dirty look. Yet he just shook his head in jest, and proceeded to pick you up and wrap you around his shoulders and neck like some sort of bizarre ermine pelt; better than being carried like a sack of potatoes or the bridal carry you supposed.
“Her majesty sends her regards for not turning or killing her guest,” Lilia offered the creatures. It would be such a waste and pity to see such an entertaining Beastie leave us too soon now. “But do know she won’t take to their condition lightly.”
My condition? I’m not some Victorian child with some unknown illness wreaking havoc on their body you know?! But all that you did was groan and cough. You couldn’t even cough in Mr. Sparkles’ (Lilia’s) face, since you had a lovely view of the moss-covered ground and the fae’s shoes.
He patted the back of your calves, and you would have kicked him if you had more energy, but you didn’t. “Now, we really should be off, since Beastie has… an hour to get out of this maze before they turn into some sort of worm, or a hedge; never know what this old labyrinth will decide on really.” Lilia chuckled at the thought (was it merriment, or was he happy that you weren’t joining the caterpillar you met earlier?).
“No,” you wheezed. “WoRm!”
“See! They said it themself! No worm! How lovely that we are on a similar wavelength, Beastie! Marvellous even!” Lilia exclaimed, and the both of you started levitating off of the ground. “Now, do enjoy your party, Fireys!”
The creatures (Fireys apparently) groaned but got back to their party, dancing around the fire like they didn’t just try to lure you to your death mere minutes before.
“Tsk tsk, Beastie,” Lilia’s tutting brought your attention back to him and you grumbled. “You owe me two favours now, you know. Lucky that I found you… although that part wasn’t hard. I thought you learned your lesson the first time you decided to take a dip into the Bog of Eternal Stench?”
You lightly kicked him, letting your irritation be known, but Lilia just hummed. “Now now, no need to be like that! Do you want to smell like a bog when you meet the mistress? She wouldn’t take kindly to your… unique aroma.”
You hissed out a breath since he decided to pinch at your ear rather harshly — prompting for you to answer. “No,” you whispered hoarsely.
“Also, do read up on that book, since you will want to know about the government and fae species etiquette!”
From a smelly bog and fumbling around a maze for hours on end, to finding yourself being taken to fae high society… was it too late to become some worm in the maze? I think being a worm actually has a better chance of me living.
But sadly, you were saved from an eternity of being a worm. Hopefully, Mr. Sparkles (Lilia) would cover for your blunders a little for when you found yourself in front of ‘the mistress’.
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To be continued!
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#twst#twst x reader#twst x gn reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x gn reader#lilia vanrouge#lilia vanrouge x reader#lilia vanrouge x gn reader#yup! we're moving away from the labyrinth but fret not! the shenanigans shall continue and relationships will be built!#i forgot how fucking terrifying the fireys are and i now remember way labyrinth gave me nightmares as a kid#twst labyrinth au#also i shit you not i went to go eat at a burger joint last week and 'magic dance' was playing and i lost my fricking mind#like HELLO?! WHAT THE HELL?!#apparently the radio was telling me to fricking work on this fic...#i should really start posting this on ao3 as well... but idk where this is going to go#also posting a standalone fic (oneshot?) tomorrow; you guys will be eating good for a bit. here some crumbs for you and for you and for you
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Went to the anime convention. Took the nephew. It was nice. I tried to take him to the dealers room because the first panel I wanted to see wasn't starting right away. but it was too much for him. We made it to one stall. Where i let him pick out 10 stickers. They were being sold in sets of 5 and i had picked out one too. Vendor let me have it for free lol. Nephew did a good job even though it was super congested and loud.
We saw Kel Mitchell. He was great. Seems like a lovely dude. 😋 At some point, someone asked him about his favorite burger joint in Des Moines. (Of course it was Zombie Burger) but after that- as a resident of Marshalltown, IA.. I felt obligated to tell him about The Flying Elbow, who just won Iowa's Best Burger. 😂 I literally live on the same street. It needed to be done. Made me anxious as fuck but I still managed to approach the mic. 😮 So I'm hoping to get The Flying Elbow some bragging rights or something. He said he'd check it out, so we'll see. 😂
Will Friedle was after that. Eric from Boy Meets World. My sister joined us for that one. 😋 I was checking FB during that panel and one of the first things that popped up was my former DM posting about meeting Will. 😂 I was like HEY. Where you at??
Also my cousin was supposed to be there as kid Goku, complete with tail. I didnt see him. He better have been there, man. He promised me pictures. D<
Anyway. After the second panel we had like 20 minutes so we went out for a snack and potty break. Saw some cosplayers. The third panel was 3 My Hero Academia VAs. I dont watch dub, but.. I was still vaguely interested. So was nephew. After 2 hours he was a little restless so he kept popping in and out. But he caught some good stuff, they had him laughing. 😁
The panels got increasingly fuller. Kel had a small group. MHA had almost a full house. 20 minutes to the end I'm like "You know, I bet the dealers room is less crowded now..."
So we went back and lo and behold! It was very roomy. Kiddo was able to bounce around to his heart's content. He delighted a few vendors. He was real interested in some monster figures. The vendor was the creator so he enjoyed telling nephew about them. He wore his batman onesie so people were like "Hey Batman, hows it going"
One guy was like "say 'I'm Batman.'"
He pulled his hood down and in a shy but low gravely voice was like "...I'mbatman" 😂 it was cute.
He got to play with some props. Like a giant infinity gauntlet. He got to demo old school Mario cart. He was super dramatic whenever we passed some risque art. Acting horrified and mortified. 🙄😂 then he picked up a 3D printed skull with wiggly spine.. Like "it looks like mortal combat!" The vendor was all excited and was like you're right! ...but maybe I shouldnt be talking about things like that to a child.. I was like, nah, he's corrupted, you're fine. Pfft 😂
Kiddo was bouncing from booth to booth singing All Star. Another thing that delighted people. He was pointing out cosplayers trying to remember names. There was a group of real nice Star Wars cosplayers.
Apparently he spotted an SCP and YouTuber cosplays. A Loki. Lots of MHA and Demon Slayer. Some Ghost busters.
Mom was broke so I funded the trip with stimulus monies. I only bought a bookmark but I had been hoping for plushies or pins.. 90% was art prints and stickers. 😞 Afterward I bought us dinner. I was a bit too hurty and overestimulated to eat much. Even though it was 5 and hadn't eaten yet. Slowly accumulated a throbbing headache thanks to that. 👀
Oh man. This morning was awful.
I dont know if it was my dinner or because i took my weekly shot last night but i had an IBS flare-up. It took us an hour to leave town and some of that was impromptu potty breaks. Had to run back home for more supplies. We stopped to see our truck at the shop so i could transfer my shit to my bigger backpack.
The farmers market was right across the street, where we saw my anime club host friend. She just started doing tarot readings, pour paintings and those necklaces and earrings that have that half glass marble thing. Only for her would I buy a pair of $15 earrings. 😵 ...but they had cat ears. I asked if she made them because you could see some of the filling leaked around some edges. Apparently she used scraps from her pour paintings, so it kinda looked like resin. 👀
Sissy was saying I should embellish her pendants with wire work. She told my friend about my wire stuff. Apparently its only $10 to rent a booth so i might consider that.. Wouldn't be opposed to a collaboration though. 😋
She was saying she was afraid to do resin because it's messy. I was thinking about taking my resin kit and shit and having a play date to play with it together. A kit is $20, i could get her one and we could experiment. I have a collection of resin additives i could bring. 👀 it is her birthday in a week or so..
Honestly the visit with her was the best part of the day. 😅 I love her. I wanna hang out with her more.
I'm exhausted. I couldn't relax enough to nap though. My butt is sore and bruised from sitting so long, my stomach is killing me, i still have a bit of a headache.. My stupid useless arm hurts to use. Lots of localized pain but. Otherwise I think im doing pretty good? It's gonna be such a long ass week..
Con today. Dinner at aunt's tomorrow. Doctor's appointment tuesday out of town. Again on wednesday, but a 1.5 hr long appointment running a slew of tests. Then I'm gonna try donating blood friday. 😵 thats a lot for me 😭
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Quality Family Time: Baby Jack ficlet
for the bah discord besties<3
In Dean's humble opinion, the week was off to a pretty good start. Sunday, he and Cas took Jack to the library and let him go wild in the children's section, then let him run off his "excitement about literature" in the park, ending with lunch at their favorite diner, which is Dean's humble opinion qualifies as a pretty great Sunday afternoon. And then Sammy and Eileen finished up their hunt earlier than expected, and they even brought back Claire and Kaia as a surprise. Meaning they got to all have a much-needed family dinner, movie night, and catch up with the girls. And they decided to stay for a few days, which meant extra babysitters, which really meant, he and Cas could have their date night this week. And of course it also meant Dean had a few days to just hang out with his family, watch some movies, watch his kids bond, run some stupid errands, cook some big meals.
Now it was Wednesday, and Dean was spending the day with Eileen and Jack, while the others opted to help Sam with the supply run. Eileen was getting a movie queued up for Jack's nap, while Dean got a start on some laundry.
(read the rest under the cut)
He was currently running out to the garage to grab the blanket he keeps folded in Baby's trunk, smiling fondly at the memory of Monday's date night.
So yeah as far as Wednesdays go, Dean was having a pretty good one.
At least, he was.
Dean's stomach dropped as he flicked the lights on, barely registering the clang of his keys hitting the floor, standing frozen in the doorway.
He's hallucinating, he must be. There's absolutely no way that-
He squeezed his eyes shut, counting to ten while he tried to will away the hallucination with his mind. But unfortunately for Dean, he didn't have that kind of mind power, because that thing was still sitting there when he opened his eyes.
Fuck.
Forcing his feet to move, Dean stepped further into the garage, reaching out a shaking hand as he inched forward.
He'll just touch it and his hand will go through it, and he can blame this hallucination on that questionable burger he ate at some local joint they all went to last night. It'll be fi-
Dean's blood turned to ice as his hand connected with cool metal. He quickly jumped back in shock, jaw hitting the floor.
Because last time he checked, Dean didn't leave an 18 foot long Lightning McQueen sitting in his beloved Baby's parking spot.
He tried to speak but all that came out was an incoherent squeak, as he raced around the car inspecting every inch of it.
He couldn't get any of the doors open or the hood for that matter, but as far as he could tell it seemed to be a real car, despite being a cartoon look-a-like.
Well, at least it wasn't talking.
"Ka-chow"
Dean slumped over onto the roof of the car, banging his head, fists following in defeat.
Because there was a Lightning McQueen look-a-like with a toy voice box, parked in the garage of their super top-secret underground Bunker, in place of one of his most prized possessions.
Maybe he spoke too soon about having a pretty good Wednesday.
Why is this happening? How did this thing get in here? Where is his Baby? Is she alright? Can he even get her back? How the hell did this ev-
Son of a bitch.
"Jack!" Dean called, voice coming out more strangled than he'd care to admit.
Of course. Cars had become Jack's new obsession over the past week, they first watched it on Friday night and he's insisted on watching it at least once a day ever since.
Dean groaned scrubbing his hands down his face. There's truly never a dull moment with a half-Nephilim toddler.
Jack probably didn't even realize what happened. Sometimes his powers react before his mind can catch up with them, like when he subconsciously made all of his toys come to life after Toy Story became his favorite movie. The kid probably didn't even know about the Cars wannabe parked in the garage, besides his kid would never tamper with Bab-
"Dee! You found Lightning!"
Dean's jaw once again found its way back down to the floor. His own kid.
He turned to see his four-year-old come bounding into the garage, practically bursting with joy.
"What the hell"
Dean tore his gaze away from Jack to see Eileen frozen in the doorway, who's jaw also joined Dean's on the floor.
"Look see it's just like Lightning, Dee!" Jack cheered as he ran over to check out the car, regaining Dean's attention.
"Uh...ye-yeah buddy. I-I can see that bu-" Dean began sounding pained, only to be cut off by Jack.
"It's a real car, Dee. You can drive it! And look I gots all the stickers on it too"
"Yeah kiddo, bu-"
"And it can talk too! It says all of Lightning's things! Do you like it Dee? Where you surprised?" Jack asked as he wrapped himself around Dean's legs, smiling up at him without a care in the world.
Dean still mostly in shock, glanced up at Eileen who looked to be in the same boat, except she was holding back barely contained laughter.
Great no help from his best friend, traitor. So Dean shakily knelt down placing his hands on Jack's shoulders.
"Listen, Squirt. I was definitely surprised. But yo-"
"Oh my god"
Dean's head jerked up to see Sam, Cas, Claire, and Kaia now standing with Eileen in the doorway, dropped grocery bags spilling out onto the floor. All of them too stunned to move, except for Cas who luckily must have noticed the distress in Dean's eyes.
"Jack, Baby. What is this?" Cas asked, quickly making his way over to them, quickly kneeling down beside Dean.
"I made Baby into Lightning! Ta da!"
"Wait, that thing is my Baby?" Dean asked voice cracking.
And of course, that's what did it.
Sam doubled over in laughter, Eileen, Claire, and Kaia quickly following, and Cas was beside him, clearly trying to conceal his laughter.
"God this is the best thing I've ever seen" Sam wheezed in the background, and if Dean weren't still reeling he'd walk right over and punch him.
Cas placed a grounding hand on Dean's shoulder, all while trying to bite back his smile. Well, Dean appreciated the gesture, at least he was trying to be considerate, unlike some people he knew.
"Bug, do you remember what Daddy and I told you about using your powers?" Cas begins, trying and failing to sound stern.
"That I can't make my toys be alive! And I didn't Baby isn't alive, and she's not even a toy!" Jack explains with a smile.
"Yea-yeah Squirt, but the second part of that little talk was that you shouldn't use your powers unless you ask Daddy, or me, or Uncle Sammy or Aunt Eileen, remember?" Dean supplied after he finally got his gears spinning again.
"Ooooohhh. Oops, sorry!"Jack shrugs and he even had half a mind to at least look a little bit sorry, but it's drowned out by another fresh wave of laughter.
"I'm so glad we decided to stay longer, does stuff like this happen all the time?" Kaia laughed behind him, as Claire wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Oh I'm so glad my distress is amusing to all of you!" Dean shot back, voice still a little unsteady, which only caused them to laugh harder. Cas met his eyes, as he squeezed his shoulder, scooting closer.
"Squirt it's okay, just uh don't do it again....now where exactly is the real Baby?" Dean asked cutting right to the chase, not missing the look Cas gave him for glossing over the whole "don't use your powers without asking" lesson.
But there was time for that later, because right now his Baby was currently a firetruck red cartoon racecar with eyes.
"That is Baby. I just made her look like that, it's her. See!" Jack explained jumping up and dragging Dean over. Everyone else followed suit, Sam giving him a shit eating grin as he handed Dean the discarded keys.
To Dean's surprise, the key unlocked the car just like baby, and the interior looked exactly the same.
"Wow kid, this is honestly pretty cool" Claire complimented with a low whistle, which earned her a death glare from Dean, only making her laugh harder.
Unbelievable. All of his kids have it out for his car today.
Dean heaved a sigh as he watched his family examine every inch of the car, not bothering to hold back their laughter at this point.
"Well, I guess it's a good thing we didn't watch How to Train Your Dragon" Cas quipped wrapping Dean in his arms as he pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Dean flopped over and laid his forehead on Cas's shoulder, letting a soft laugh escape.
"Yeah well, at least my car wouldn't have been caught in the crossfire" Dean groaned back, feeling Cas' laugh rumble in his chest.
"Yes I know this is a tragedy, clearly the real live dragons would have caused less damage-well less emotional damage anyway"
"Woah, look at that, he's got jokes. Alright everyone step away from the racecar" Dean smirked, yelling that last bit as he pushed away from Cas' chest. He made his way over to Jack who was currently in the driver's seat (keys nowhere near the ignition of course), showing everyone how the horn says McQueen catchphrases now.
"Alright Houdini, while the Lightning McQueen trick was very cool, and we've reminded you that we don't use powers unless we ask. It's time to turn him back into Baby, capiche?" Dean said in the most no-nonsense tone he could manage as he kneelt down to Jack's level.
And of course Dean's very logical, very simple, very warranted request resulted in an uproar from his family.
"Wait you aren't even gonna take it for a spin?"
"You've literally got thee Lightning McQueen sitting in your garage"
"Dean c'mon one dri-"
"Nope. Not happening. Now way am I driving that thing" Dean cut in, flinging his arms out for emphasis and effectively silencing the traitor-his family.
Then he felt a little tug on his shirt.
"Please Dee? One time, then I change Baby back?" Jack asked with his best puppy dog eyes, and Dean quickly made a mental note to kick Sam's ass for teaching him that.
And as he slowly tilted his head back up, he was met with four pleading faces, all hovering around the car He desperately turned his gaze towards Cas knowing he'd be the voice of reason, he'd neve-
"Well, it would be a waste not to take the car for at least one ride" Cas shrugged almost sheepishly, barely hiding his grin. Dean stared back into his eyes trying to will him to change his mind, but he knew it was pointless.
Dean sighed his defeat, running a hand down his face. Damnit
"Fine, one drive-and I mean one. Twenty minutes tops" He shouted, throwing his hands in air in exasperation as everyone cheered.
And when Dean found himself driving back to the bunker four hours later, he and failed tried to hid his smile. He glanced in the mirror at Claire and Jack passed out, while Kaia and Sam held a whispered conversation in the magically (which Jack may or may not have had a hand in) stretched out backseat. Eileen turned in the front seat joining the conversation, as Cas sat in the middle, pressed up against Dean.
Cas gave his hand a squeezing, shooting him a knowing smile, which only earned a nudge from Dean.
So yeah, maybe Dean did almost have a heart attack earlier in the day. And maybe he did have to let a bunch of annoying people in the next town over pose for pictures with the car when they stopped for dinner. And maybe the horn said "Ka-chow" and "I am speed". And maybe the drive was more than twenty minutes. But in Dean's humble opinion, it was still a pretty good Wednesday after all.
Lightning McQueen be damned.
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It takes time/1
Pairing: Jinxreader (Btsxreader)
Warnings: none in this chapter I think
Summary: after finally getting the house y/n always wanted, she find a hybrid hiding in an old shed. Unlike most people who find strays, y/n doesn’t turn him into h.c mainly because there was a lot of shady things that happened with the hybrid control in the area.
Notes: this is the first one I have ever posted for others to read. So I hope you like it
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He laid in the shed trying to escape the cold and keep his fresh cut on his leg from getting too dirty. He hadn’t planned on things going this way. He just wanted to go into town to get some goods for the pack, but someone managed to scared him causing his peacock feathers to pop out. They ended up calling hybrid control and when They arrived, they used way more force then necessary. Thanks to a window in the back of a warehouse, he managed to escape them, but not without Injuring his leg. Lucky for him, he managed to Find an abandoned house with a shed in the back. It wasn’t much but it was enough to hide in until he can head back to the pack. Wish it wasn’t cold.
The Realtor got out of his car as I drove up in the driveway to the house and I got out. “Good morning miss Y/L/N” he said as we shook hands “good morning Mr. Allen” I smiled “ready to see the house?” - The house hasn’t been in for a very long time, mostly because it was out in the mountain. Mr. Allen tried to talk me out of it and get some small house in (city), saying that a girl shouldn’t be living on her own all the way out here, But Nature is where I felt more at home. The house itself was only three-bedroom, two bath, kitchen and decent size living room with a large window wall with the perfect view of the forest that surrounded. While looking around the house. I noticed that there was a rickety shed in the back yard, that was probably going to fall apart as soon as a bad storm hits. Through one of the holes in the shed it looked like something moved inside. I cocked my head to the side and started heading towards the back door. I tugged my jacket closer to me as I walked across the yard. As I slowly opened the door, I locked eyes with a man who had an injured leg huddle so close to the wall trying so hard to hide. I could see in the dim lighting the color of peacock feathers form on his skin…I shut the door. I had to get Allen away, because he would call Hybrid control to come get this stray. If it’s the H.C from this area, this guy would be in trouble.
After finishing up with MR. Allen and getting some final papers signed, the house was all mine! As soon as he left though. I darted straight to the shed. ‘I wonder if he is still there?’ But from the looks of his leg. I’m not sure how far he could get on it. As I opened the door to the shed i could see him staring at me with wide eyes! I raised my hands so he could see them “I’m not going to hurt you” I smiled trying to remain calm. When most people come across strays, they automatically assume they are one of the feral ones that have been seen around the woods. Most attacked people and their pets, so people feared them. He wasn’t giving me the vibes he was a feral hybrid. “I noticed the large cut on your leg” looking down at it then back up. He watched carefully. “It looked like it going to need to be treated.” I shifted from one foot to another. “Um…we can do these two ways…or we” I shook my heads “that sounded mean…. But we can do this whatever way you feel comfortable... if you want, you can come with me back to my apartment so we can take care of that there...” his eyes grew wide in fear “OR you can wait here while I run and get some supplies to take care of that” “I’ll wait” I nodded “okay, it won’t be until later because of the long drive. Let me get the blanket from my car, since the temperature is supposed to drop later this afternoon” he slowly nodded. I went to my car and collected the blanket. It was kind of a thick fuzzy blanket should keep him warm. I headed back to the shed. As I approached him, I held out the blanket “I know it’s smells like me but at least you will be warm” I smile lightly at him. He didn’t look at the blanket as he leaned in to take it. He had all his focus on me, making sure I don’t make a move towards him. As he brought the blanket towards him, he seemed to settle more. “Okay, I’ll be back later.” As I shut the door and headed to leave, I went ahead and got all the electric and water turned on so he can stay in there where it will be warm instead of the shed that could fall with a strong gust of wind.
As I heard her pull out of the driveway, I relaxed a little more. But why wasn’t I afraid of her? Why was her scent so calming, like his pack mates? He felt like he could trust her even though he doesn’t even know her. He wrapped the blanket around him tightly. It was so warm and her scent was all over it. He inhaled deeply. Why is this so calming? The others would have run or attacked her when she came close. That’s kind of why when they needed certain supplies from the town close by, he is the one that goes. He enjoyed going to town. He normally can walk in on and out with no problem. Out of all his brothers he looked and acted more human and he had good control, most of the time, over his animal DNA. He sighed.
Going to the apartment took so much longer because of all the boxes I had to go through, all because I forgot which one it was in. So, it was well after the sunset before I could make it back to the house. I opened the door to the house turning on the living room lights and made sure the heater was turned on. Once I heard it click on, I let out a breath ‘good it still works!’ I had also grabbed blankets for use to sit on and a change of clothing for him. Before I left town, I had gotten some food from the burger joint. Pretty sure it’s been a while since he had gotten a full meal. I zipped up my jacket and made my way back to the shed. He was still there shivering in the cold. His head popped up out from the blanket “I’m sorry it took so long. I got the heater in the house going if you would like to go inside” He slowly nodded his head and tried to stand. I moved forward to help him. “May I?” I asked. He thought for a second before nodding and allowing me to step closer to him. He leaned in. He was a lot taller than what I assumed. Making it into the house, he looked nervous. “Can we stay close to the door?” I looked up at him “if it makes you feel comfortable being close to it yes” I nodded and set him in the corner by the back door “let me go grab the blankets and Med kit” he nodded as he leaned against the wall. Moving quickly to get all the stuff and placing the blankets on the ground for him to sit on. I looked up at him “I... uh brought extra clothing for you…seeing how we going to have to cut the legs pant off.” He stared at me searching to see if i had Bad intentions. after what felt like hours he spoke “okay, thank you” I started cutting the pants part off and began cleaning the wound. Luckily it was just a Flesh wound, a deep one but not life threatening, and after cleaning and bandaging it up it seemed to look okay. “I know you wouldn’t want to but that really needs to be looked at by a professional. “I’ll be fine” he said, his brown eyes drooping. “Okay before you fall asleep let’s get you into something most comfortable” I reached into the bag I brought with the clothing and handed him clean shirt, shorts and sweatpants. And held them out to him. He looked at me kind of confused “why shorts and sweatpants?” I blushed he was way to handsome now that I really got a look at him “well, when we need to change the bandages…. uh…the shorts” god how to I explain this “well it’s so we don’t have to cut any more clothing and you won’t ever have to be…pants less…” He cocked his head to the side “So, you don’t want to see me naked” I choked on air “no, no I wouldn’t.” His eyes seem to light up for a second before he cleared his throat. “Oh, thank you, for being considerate.” He took the clothing. I stood up “I’m going to go check out my new room and get an idea of what I want to do with it before I get my stuff tmrw.” I walked off giving him some privacy.
It took me a whole ten minutes in my new room trying to not panic about how awkward it was to explain the whole pants things that I realized I never asked him his name. Face palm. This should have been enough time, right? Or was it hard for him to work with that leg? I walked out of my room and down the hall way back towards him but stopped at the edge of the living room “hey um, is it okay for me to come out?” I swear I heard a snicker “Yes, I am dressed.” I walked to him “so, what’s your name? I realized I never asked.” He smiled. Shit. “My name is seokjin, but you can call me jin.” “Well hello jin, my name is Y/N” he leaned back and closed his eyes. I wonder when he last got a good night sleep? “I also got some food” his eyes popped open “it’s from a Burger place in the town close by.” I pulled the food out of the bag and handed him a burger. He hesitated for a second before taking the burger out of my hands and wasted no time in scarfing it down. I watched with a smile on my face, because once he was done, he looked so happy “I have another if you would like” he looked at me with big eyes “are you sure?” I smiled and passed him the other burger. He said thank you as he took it and eat it as quickly as he did the first. Now he just looked so tired. “Okay I’m going to head back to my apartment for the night. I’ll be here before the moving van gets here.” I smiled and was going to get up but he grabbed my hand. I looked down at him, he looked like he was arguing with himself “okay, get home safe and I’ll see you tomorrow” he let go and smiled.
After the movers loaded the truck, I speed as fast as I could to get to the house before they could arrive. I had found jin still sleeping in the corner. I managed to hide Jin in a closet while the movers moved stuff in…no, the closet what not my idea, I wanted to put him in my bathroom where no one should have gone but he wanted to be in the closet close to the back door. I didn’t have time to argue so I just agreed. It only took a couple of hours for the movers to move all the stuff in. As soon as they left, Jin walked out of the closet. He didn’t seem happy. ‘It must have been so uncomfortable in there.’ I went over and helped him to the couch. “Now you have something more comfortable to lay on.” I smiled. He smiled but it didn’t seem to reach his eyes. “Make sure the door is locked okay.” He said in a flat voice. Eyes on the front door from the living room. “O-okay.” I went to Lock the door. “Is everything okay?” I asked. As the door lock latched Jin seemed to relax a little. “The movers…. they made some comments about you…” his eyes narrowed. I Gulped “oh well, I’ll make sure everything is locked then.” I walked off to check all the windows and the back door. After doing so jin was a lot more relaxed. As I walked back to him “so what did they say?” Jin jaw tighten “just comments on what your…body would look like naked. how maybe coming back later off of work.” He seems to growl the last part…didn’t know peacocks could make that nose. I fiddled with my hand “oh, well…umm want to have a movie night in here in the living room then? So…Um I won’t be alone.” I’m not saying those men would force stuff…but the way the anger that was in Jīn's eyes, I’m pretty sure he leaving some stuff out. Jin seemed to relax “yea, a movie night would be fun.” He smiled and some of the anger left his eyes. I hoped up “Good! I’ll pop a pizza in the over, find my movie box and get some popcorn ready!” I smiled and went to get started. Jin smiled at how excited you were. He also happy you offered to stay in here with him. Because he pretty damn sure from the comments on how much you would scream in bed with them. He wouldn’t be able to sleep and with this leg he wouldn’t be able to do too much, or get there on time if they tried. But if they did come knocking, he would be the one to answer that damn door. Even though he doesn’t know you well he wants to protect you. Just like he would with his brothers. And he is damn sure not going to let those two movers touch you. At. all. Thinking about his brothers... he wonders how they are doing? By now he is sure they would be out searching for him. Jin hopes he can heal before they find him here. Well before certain ones find him here. As long as it wasn’t namjoon, yoongi or Jungkook, things could go better. If it was them…he shakes his head as Y/N sat back down with movies “so what kind of movies you like?”
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High Maintenance - Rafe Cameron
Description: Rafe Cameron is SICK of high maintenance girls. Sick of them. After he dumps his latest girlfriend for being too clingy, annoying, and picky with her food, he vows to never date a high maintenance girl ever again. Once he befriends an outspoken girl in his male-dominant Shakespeare class, his entire mindset changes.
once again, please pretend covid does not exist in this scenario ;-; one day i will write about zoom classes or an online romance... but that day is not today
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“I just can’t do this anymore!”
“Why not? Rafe, c’mon now--”
“No, you want this, then you want that, you’re so fucking high maintenance. And, all my friends think so too.”
Rafe spat as he hurriedly got his keys from his now ex-girlfriend’s shelf.
“Your friends are douchebags!” The girl yelled, throwing random clothes and items at the boy. He rolled his eyes at her words. Of course she would say something like that. All the girls did. They forgot how big of a douche Rafe Cameron is too.
“Did you seriously tell me you need to be taken on dates at least 3 times a week? Gracie, we have classes 5 days a week and Saturday is for the boys!”
Rafe Cameron HATED high maintenance girls.
Despised them.
Hated when they were too clingy and needed too much attention, hated when they picked at their food like it was poisoned, or when they went on a diet and he couldn’t go to his favorite pizza restaurant.
He hated all of that shit.
He didn’t understand why girls were so high maintenance when guys were so lowkey. None of his guy friends cared where they went out to eat, none of them ate salads when they went to a burger joint-- they all were easy to hang out with.
That was not the case with all the girls Rafe had dated.
“Fine, but don’t expect me to take you back when you come crawling back to me!!” She screamed, tears flooding down her face. He wanted to feel bad, but he couldn’t. She fake cried every other day to make Rafe turn off his video games and hang out with her.
And all she wanted to do was talk!
The boy knew if he said anything to that statement, it would end poorly so he just ran out the door and drove away.
From that day on, he vowed never to date a girl that was high maintenance ever again.
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Rafe Cameron hated the first day of classes and this year, he hated them even more when he was forced to take a stupid English class for some Gen Ed (general education) requirement.
At least he got to take a class on analyzing Shakespeare. It was either that or Feminist Theory and no thank you.
Unfortunately, he had a previous class pretty far away from the English building so when he arrived at said Shakespeare class, there were only a few seats in the front still open. Next to one of the only girls in the class.
He quickly took the seat before any more people came in.
The class was chatting loudly since most of them were dudes. And dudes had an easier time to other dudes. Rafe took a quick peak at the girl sitting next to him and noticed she was mindlessly scrolling on her phone.
She looked a bit tense when he sat next to her and came to the conclusion that she was the type of girl who didn’t have many guy friends and didn’t know how to socialize with them.
“Hi, I’m Rafe.” He introduced himself to put the poor girl out of her misery. Her eyes brightened when she heard a voice directed to her.
Rafe noticed the way her blank face shifted into a big smile. Woah.
“Hi, I’m y/n, nice to meet you!” Her voice was bright and cheery. He did a quick analysis of the girl.
She was wearing light blue skinny jeans, ripped so she put some thought into her appearance. But, she was wearing a huge sweater over it. Something girls did to look cute, yet casual. But, the girl was wearing dangly earrings. He came to the conclusion he couldn’t decide who the girl was yet before talking to her.
“So, what made you take a class about Shakespeare?” He asked nonchalantly.
The girl did nothing to hide her clear disdain of the man. It was written all over the face.
Rafe did his best to hide his chuckle. Y/N was a nice refreshment to all the girls he had dated, and had known, who hid all of their emotions to only throw them back in his face when he did something wrong. He knew this girl wouldn’t do that to him.
“Ugh, don’t even remind me what class we’re in. I only took this class because all of the other English classes were full. Darn being a freshman. What about you? Are you into THE William Shakespeare?” She babbled which somehow Rafe found endearing.
He shrugged. “I do dabble.”
Once the girl realized that’s all he was going to say, she laughed. “Well Rafe, I see you’re a man of very few words.” She deadpanned. “Also, I think we are going to do a little more than ‘dabbling’ in this class, as you say, since this is a 400 level class.”
Her honesty was quite refreshing to the boy who had been told lies to his whole life. He could tell she didn’t even know his dad paid lots of money for him to go to this school. He knew that was rich white privilege but it’s not like he could do anything about it.
He then realized he hadn’t said anything to the girl for a few moments.
“You know, you’re very refreshing to talk to.”
“Yeah, I know. I get told that a lot.”
This time, he laughed out loud.
He totally got her character wrong.
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The Shakespeare class only met Mondays, Wednesdays, and then had quiz sections on Friday.
When it hit 9:50am on Wednesday, which was the end of his business class, he rushed to English. He anticipated seeing this girl again and he didn’t know why.
He waltzed into class and saw the girl sitting in the front row once again. Since he rushed there, there were plenty more seats open. But he didn’t want to sit next to anybody else. He wanted to sit next to her.
He plopped down next to her and took in her appearance. She was wearing makeup today, or maybe she wore some on Monday, honestly he had no clue. Her pink eyeshadow matched... her entire pink outfit. She was bold bold for wearing that to this class. All the guys were staring at her like she had just landed here from Mars or something.
He was now confused at whether she was a lowkey girl like the girl he saw on Monday or if she was this girly girl.
“Hey Rafe!” She cheerily said as he sat down.
He smiled. “Hey. How’s your day going?”
“Hmm, let’s see. I woke up feeling a bit weird because I had a funky dream. You know, have you ever had those dreams where you just look at the world a bit differently? Anywho, in the dream I was forced to torture this girl so that she would give up information, but then she wouldn’t ‘cause she’s kickass so I was ordered to chop of her head instead! BUT, I couldn’t do it and that’s the funny thing, you popped up and chopped off her head for me! Isn’t that funny? Since we just met?? I think it’s a sign that we are going to be great friends.”
He felt his head spinning as the girl rambled about her dream and his place in them, but he somehow understood it all? Maybe this was a sign they were going to be great friends.
“Are you saying I’m your hero?” He couldn’t help with flirt with her. She rolled her eyes and laughed, but he could still see her blush. Yeah, she definitely wasn’t used to guys flirting with her.
“Wow, is that what you took away from my dream? Rude. Also! If we are going to be friends, I need to know your last name.”
“Cameron.”
Her nose scrunched up.
“Hey, what’s wrong with the last name Cameron?” He teased, nudging her arm a bit. Was this flirting or was he just being playful? He didn’t know either.
“There’s nothing wrong with the last name Cameron, it’s just you have two first names... technically. But, I’m not judging! What’s funny is I could see you going by the name Cameron as well which is interesting. Rafe seems more like a tough guy name but you seem so... I don’t know. Calm? Chill?”
He laughed. That was the first time someone has called him that. “What’s your last name?”
“y/l/n. See? We’re friends now.”
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The girl was right.
Over the past few weeks of class, Rafe and y/n had become friends.
It wasn’t hard to befriend someone like y/n though-- she didn’t stop talking and seemed to always seem interested in what Rafe had to say. And he ate that shit up. She always knew the right words to say and was charismatic in her own right. The two even met outside of classes occasionally to study together.
He had decided she was a pretty chill and lowkey kind of girl. Just the type he needed in his life. Yes, she talked a lot, but she carried what he lacked in conversation. It worked for them. She didn’t care how she spoke around him and let loose with her emotions and body gags-- she was so different from the girls he had been with before. It was nice.
He had developed a crush on the girl, but he wasn’t sure how she felt and didn’t want them to get a weird relationship in class.
It was a gloomy Sunday night and Rafe had another date with some random girl in his business class. He wasn’t that interested in her yet, but appreciated her confidence to make the first move. Girls rarely did that.
Sadly, the date had just started and it was already going poorly.
They met at an Italian restaurant near the school, both taking separate cars so that they would have a way to dash if the date went bad.
And the girl had ordered a salad and a cup, only a cup, of wedding soup while Rafe had to eat his ginormous plate of pasta.
He hated when girls went to restaurants and ordered the tiniest thing. What was the point? What was her reasoning? Was it bad to ask?
She also talked on and on about how she was going to take over her dad’s company and how her whole life revolved around business. All he heard was that she never had to lift one finger while everyone did everything for her.
She was already too high maintenance for the boy.
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The next day, he went to class fired up from the date. He plopped next to y/n and turned to her immediately. She stopped typing and looked at him with curious eyes.
“Uh oh, tough morning?”
He sighed. The date took way too long and he was trying to be a better person and sit through the entire date. Usually, he would just get up leave if the girl was boring, but this was sophomore year Rafe, not freshman Rafe. But, he barely got sleep as the girl talked away while he had an early class.
He took one glance at the girl and was curious if she would care for his ranting. She was wearing sweats and a tank top today. It was too far into the quarter to care at this point. He appreciated it.
He was going to just rant anyways.
“Just, I don’t get why girls feel the need to eat so little on dates. Like, we aren’t going to up and walk away if you down as much food as us. In fact, it’s pretty hot when a girl can! Especially at Italian places, they never order pasta or pizza-- only salads? I didn’t even know they sold salads at those places until I went on my first date.”
His voice was louder than usual and this conversation carried to the boys around them.
“Bro, I totally get that. I went through sooo many girls who nibbled on their food or just never ate around me in general. But my girlfriend now? I knew she was the one when I took her to a carnival and I swear she ate every food there.”
Rafe nodded in agreement. “Right? Like it’s attractive!”
More guys gave snippets of their dating lives and agreed that girls should just eat more because it is A) better for them B) it makes them hotter!
“You guys are kind of being assholes right now.”
The female voice that cut through washed them into a silence.
Rafe had forgotten he was sitting next to the girl he was supposed to be ranting to. He had found comfort in these guys who were experiencing the same thing. He had ranted about this to Topper but he dated his little sister, and he knew she ate anything in her way.
“Assholes? How are we being assholes?” A classmate who had just gotten finished ranting.
“You’re being assholes because you’re judging a girl’s worth on how much she eats... like what the fuck? How does that even matter? Why does it matter what other people are eating? How does that affect you?”
Rafe heard the bite in her words and he was shocked. She had always been so cheery and happy-go-lucky, but her tone was all anger and... sadness.
“Plus, I’ll bet you 100 dollars that all of the girls who you say eat a lot are skinny as hell and before you say anything, there is nothing wrong with that. But, guys only find skinny girls attractive when they eat a lot. If, God forbid, they gain weight, or are fat, AND they shovel down food? They’re called gross.”
The professor cut off her words before she could get more in, but her meaning still got through. All of the guys were sitting there like puppies who just got their toy taken away.
Rafe peaked at the girl during class and saw her eyes full of tears.
He felt guilty as hell... but more confused than anything.
He kept getting more and more curious about the girl sitting next to him.
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The girl zoomed out of class as soon as it was over; she didn’t even wait for Rafe like she usually did.
That hurt.
Rafe laid in bed after he got back from all his classes and analyzed her words and her facial expressions. Damn he felt guilty. He thought back to all the girls he ridiculed for not eating and wondered what they were going through.
He had a little sister of his own who downed any food she got-- but she always stayed skinny. Is this the privilege y/n was talking about? He never saw any big girls shoveling food in like his sister did...
He rolled around in bed, frustrated at not talking to y/n more.
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That Wednesday came and no one talked about her little outburst on Monday but they all were aware of y/n’s temper now. Somehow, Rafe became friends with the guys sitting behind them, learning their names were JJ, Pope, and Kelce.
“Today class, I’m introducing a new project. It’ll be a group project and you can be in groups of 5 tops.”
The class started muttering and choosing groups while the professor spoke.
The boys behind Rafe hit him on the back.
They pointed to the girl who wasn’t paying much attention to the boy energy in the room. “Y/n.” Rafe nudged. The girl looked up and Rafe almost forgot what he was going to say. “Group?” He finally spoke. He glanced back to the guys and then back at her. She turned around and nodded.
After class, Pope called them all together.
“So, I wanna get started on this project as soon as possible. I got a ton of other work I have to do in my STEM classes and want to get the English out of the way. Are you guys cool with meeting Friday at 2 at the library next to the fountain?”
A chorus of “sure” went around.
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Rafe only had one class, the English quiz section, on Fridays, so he was early to the library. It was the library everyone chatted in, so it was bustling with students who had gotten a headstart on their weekend’s homework, or were chilling before their next class.
He had ordered at the school’s Starbucks before sitting down and made sure to get enough for the whole group. Being rich has its perks.
“Rafe!” A familiar voice called out.
He looked up from his laptop and saw y/n walking towards him. He immediately smiled and patted the seat next to him. She smelled like flowers like usual, specifically Japanese Cherry Blossom which she informed him before.
“Hey, you hungry? I bought these muffins for everyone.” The boy shoved a coffee cake towards her. He pegged her as a girl who liked sweets since her personality was so hyperactive and chatty.
She shook her head. “No thanks, I ate before I came here.”
“Hey guys!” JJ and Pope walked in together while Kelce came trailing behind soon after.
“Oooh muffins!” JJ greedily downed the coffee cake Rafe had bought for y/n. It was his favorite too. “Damn, Cameron really comes through with the moneyyy.”
Rafe rolled his eyes, but he was used to the comments about the amount of money he had.
“Oh y/n, you want one?” Kelce offered her a blueberry muffin that no one touched.
“Nah, I ate before I got here.”
“C’mon, you have to try this pumpkin flavored one, it’s SO good.” Pope said, plucking off half the muffin for her to try.
“No, really I’m not hungry.”
They all paused.
“Wait, y/n, don’t tell me you’re one of those girls who orders salads when they go out on dates.” JJ teased.
Y/N’s eyes turned dark when the boys started laughing. Rafe sat there, unsure of what to do or say. He had been the one who started this whole debate between them, but when he saw how upset y/n got, he didn’t want to fight her.
“Dammit she is! I never would’ve expected that from you. You seem so chill.”
She scoffed. “So chill girls can’t turn down food from guys? What the hell does that mean?”
“Well, usually chill girls don’t because they don’t care how they look to guys. But those high maintenance girly girls turn down food so they look better to guys. Pfft.” JJ said in his eccentric tone.
That made the girl laugh. You know when a girl laughs during an argument, shit is about to get real.
“Are you fucking serious? How is a girl high maintenance when she doesn’t ask for food all the time? Or when she doesn’t eat? How is she asking for more when she’s taking less?”
“It’s so conceited for all of you to think that a girl is acting in a way to please you. Really, you don’t know her relationship with food. You don’t know what anyone’s relationship with food is so you shouldn’t comment on it.”
Her face was red, something Rafe noticed happened when she got heated about something.
“I really don’t want to talk about this anymore, can we just do this project so I don’t have to talk to you misogynistic douches anymore? Thanks.”
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They finished most of the project in five awkward hours.
Y/N was clearly still upset by the earlier conversation about food and Rafe wasn’t sure why she was getting so worked up over it. Yes, he knew the guys were pushing it. But, the issue seemed personal to her.
“K, we are gonna head out now. See ya’ll in class.” JJ said while the three of them skedaddled in fear y/n would yell at them again.
It was now just Rafe and y/n.
They cleaned up their stuff in a silence. They said nothing until they got outside since the library was quiet now. No one was in the library on Fridays.
It was pretty late about now, nearing dinner time.
“Wanna get some dinner?” Rafe suggested, maybe a peace offering to the girl who was still upset over something he never thought too hard about.
Usually buying food for girls works. Like chocolate. He didn’t know how much ice cream he would buy for his girlfriends when they were mad at him.
The girl stared at Rafe for a bit and sighed.
“I don’t eat at restaurants.”
“Why not?” Rafe was a bit surprised at her confession.. and confused. Not eating at restaurants? Why?
“Because I’m on a strict diet, ok? God, I know what you’re going to say, that I’m high maintenance and all which I probably am but whatever.” The girl was on the brink of tears and Rafe was confused. All he did was offer her dinner.
He ran after her when she started walking away.
“Hey, I’ve been an asshole lately and I’m sorry. But I’m just confused. Obviously this subject means more to you than I thought.” He confessed.
He pulled her down on a bench on campus. He was grateful there was barely anyone in sight since it was late. Everyone was either home or partying.
She took a deep breath. Rafe could tell this was a hard topic for her.
“So, long story short: I have IBS which stands for irritable bowel syndrome. It’s different for everyone but basically it means you can’t digest things well. And for me, I have pain every time I eat anything and for a long time I didn’t know what was going on. And now, I’m on this strict low FODMAP diet which is really weird and no one understands it. And I hate telling people what I can and can’t eat when they literally can just look it up themselves.”
Tears start falling down her face as she speaks.
“And it sucks because I used to be the type of girl who could shovel tons of food into her and feel ok but now my body isn’t what it used to be. I’m hungry, sad, and in pain all the time and...”
Rafe enveloped her in a hug. She clung tighter onto him as she melted into his arms. He was so warm in this cold weather.
He rubbed her back gently. “I’m sorry.” She nodded into his arm at his apology.
“I get it. The worst part is I understand you guys. I’m annoying and high maintenance. I have to cook everything I eat which sucks because I’m a terrible chef. And what affects me the worst is bread which is why I had to turn down everything you offered. When guys ask me out to restaurants or on dates in general, I have to turn them down because I know they’ll judge me for being gluten free and dairy free and basically so limiting in choices. Plus, most restaurants don’t have all that, unless they’re Asian. I basically only eat at Asian restaurants and I guess I shouldn’t assume that you didn’t want to eat at an Asian restaurant but...”
She was babbling at this point.
“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking of taking you to an Asian restaurant but we can go next time.” She laughed.
She had more of a hold on his heart than he thought. Suddenly he wanted to hurt all those guys who had hurt her in the past. Hurt her so badly that she didn’t even want to go on dates anymore. And he was pissed at himself for being one of those guys. Those shitheads.
“Or I’ll cook the Asian food. I can learn.” He said in a teasing manner, but he was dead serious. He was about to look up everything about Asian food very soon. And he knew he was about to look up what the “low fodmap diet“ was because he had no fucking clue.
She chuckled. “It’s fine, I’ve learned how to cook meals for myself now. And you’re right about me being high maintenance though which is what sucks. I’m the youngest child so everyone does everything for me anyways. I’ve been told that people want to protect me.”
She was right. All Rafe wanted to do was protect her.
It was in that moment that he realized he didn’t care if the girl was “high maintenance”. It she was the right girl, he would do anything for her. All he wanted to do for y/n at this moment was to treat her right, take her mind off her pain, and cook her the right meals so she wouldn’t be anxious.
He then took her hand and tightly held it.
“Thank you for confiding in me and making me see my douchey ways.” She laughed. He felt his heart lighten when her tear stained face smiled. He wanted to keep her like that forever.
He gently took her chin and looked her in the eyes. “You deserve better than some guy who half asses your dates and doesn’t treat you right. You deserve a guy who does everything you need and more. You deserve to be treated like a princess.”
“Even if I’m high maintenance?” She whispered.
He kissed her on the forehead.
“We’re all high maintenance, sweetheart.”
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A/N: if you’re reading this, thank you for reading this far!! :D
Also, please watch what you say about other people’s eating habits. It can damage them and like our y/n did say: you don’t know what their relationship with food is. Don’t comment on how much food is on their plate, don’t comment on how little food is on their plate-- just don’t comment on their food in general. Please be accommodating to other’s dietary restrictions and be kind to people-- you don’t know what they’re dealing with.
What we eat and how much we eat DO NOT define us :)
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just a few personal considerations about midam from the 15x19 script (and like, the episode in general):
"MICHAEL: (sadly)" [captain holt.gif] PAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIINNNN.
im actually glad they cut the burger joint part because 1) sometimes less is better, and even if they were there when adam disappeared i feel like it makes more sense for michael not to share that with the winchesters, because it's the last memory of adam he has and as someone mourning the person he loved, i don't expect him to be able to talk about adam so soon (to quote jane austen ''if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more''), 2) idk it just feels like lazy writing to me, like they couldn't even come up with something else for adam except eating when instead they could have thrown in that he went back to college or that he did pick up a little job, but then again.. they never did try much with adam.. [she said bitterly]
what im getting from that part though is that they went on dates (#confirmed) and that michael knows adam's orders by heart so he can try to cook them for him back home
on the contrary, i am a bit sad they took out the ''his essence was pulled from the vessel'' line because as i learned it (but im not an english native speaker so please do correct me if im wrong) 'to pull' sort of implies the use of a certain amount of strength or effort? idk i feel like they could have used a less loaded word, because adam's essence being pulled from the vessel makes me think of a certain implication. which makes me want to stand in a corner and SCREAM. which implication, you ask? well check out this post from @buckybarnz because i ain't got the strength to type that out (unless you want even more SCREAMING. AND CRYING.)
there's something to be said about the winchesters asking about adam and michael asking about cas and that thing is: one wss THEE archangel michael's lover and the other was THEE michael's true vessel's lover. sorry but THEY MADE that parallel. CONSCIOUSLY. which brings me to: i think there should have been a scene with michael and dean talking about adam and fathers and loss and how different michael was from the au one dean said yes to
"Michael stares sadly off in the distance." OH LOOK. MORE PAIN. [PUNCHES A WALL]
mr ''i feel almost naked without manacles'' and dr ''i guess the monster that ate me didn’t get that memo'' are FUCKING MADE FOR EACH OTHER THEY ARE UNITED IN SASSY COMMUNION
LOOK. LISTEN. jack has THREE loving fathers and i don't think adam and michael could, should, or even would want to fit in that spot, but this being said. PALS. FRIENDS. COMPANIONS. UNCLE MICHAEL MAKES ME SO SOFT. and i know he wouldn't be big on nephilims but COME ON. he was almost being nice to jack (for his standards) and jack eats. like adam. IT'S A BONDING POSSIBILITY IM JUST SAYING.
im gonna say it. the writers were cowards for not having lucifer at least mention adam. COWARDS. i also think we should have had a scene with lucifer, sam, michael AND adam, but let's not go there rn. POINT IS. the way that scene with lucifer and michael should have gone down is: lucifer taunts michael about their father. michael stays impassive through all of it. at one point lucifer brings up adam saying something like ''maybe dad would have appreciated you more if you had been able to get dean to say yes to you. instead you got this pathetic excuse of a vessel. what was that guy's name again? oh well, he's gone now. though i have to say, it's a pity i didn't get to know him better all those years we spent in the cage together." at which point michael just SNAPS. grabs lucifer by the throat and slams him against the wall, snarling, lights exploding all over the bunker. michael says ''you mention him again not even our father will be able to bring you back this time.'' and lucifer is all like [fake gasps] ''brother! don't tell me you cared about that human?!'' and then sam and dean have to separate them. I APOLOGIZE FOR MY TROPE LOVING ASS BUT THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD HAVE GONE.
i respect and appreciate all the midam shippers who think michael's actions made sense in 15x19, but im sorry, i don't think i will ever be able to see it that way. he said it himself, he sided with the winchesters when cas showed him god was a piece of shit. after that he spent DAYS with adam (and knowing them they definitely talked about the whole god situation thing). he didn't answer to the winchesters, but he didn't go to god or back to heaven either, he was happy just living with adam. but ''that was then, this is now'' because adam is gone and nothing is okay. and WHY would he ever go back to the man who took the one person michael loved? WHY wouldn't he side with the ones who are actually trying to bring him (and everyone else) back? MAKE IT MAKE SEEEEENSE because the 'he is lost without adam so he goes back to what he knows' doesn't really cut it for me tbh
sam mentioning adam at the end was a punch in the gut. first of all, because it seems to imply that he didn't come back with everyone else which FUCK OFF HE IS ALIVE AND WELL AND WITH HIS ARCHANGEL HUSBAND WHO IS ALSO ALIVE AND WELL. but also because listen. fuck the winchesters for the shit they pulled with adam, but im not gonna act like i would mind them actually giving a fuck about adam for a change. maybe i don't want adam to ever forgive them, but them caring would be nice (especially having some sam and adam bonding)
#.......why is this so long it was supposed to be just a quick post#im shutting up for at least A WEEK after this#and this is only about midam#not even gonna touch destiel that shit's too upsetting#anyway i need to go to bed i have like work and responsibilities tomorrow#midam feelings 24/7 is sadly not a job yet#adam milligan#michael#midam#spn#supernatural
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Mini Fanfic #771: Burgers Date Night (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)
7:34 p.m. at Big Bang Burgers.......
Kyoko: (Giggles Softly While Sitting Next to Her Girlfriend and Boyfriend Together on a One Sided Table) I still can't believe you actually wore a tuxedo on our date night, Pitto-Kins~
Misako: (Starts Snickering) Yeah. (Playfully Pulls Dark Pit's Cheek Next to Her) Were you planning on wooing us for the rest of the night, babe?~
Dark Pit: (Scoffs While Rolling his Eyes) You wish. I'm only wearing this cause mom told me that I should look presentable in these type of occasions....
Kyoko: Was it your goddess mom that told you that or your witch mom?
Dark Pit: Both of them.....But speaking of which, why exactly didn't you guys wanna go to your school prom tonight? Not that I mind spending the night here eating out or anything, but isn't attending prom suppose to be more important or something?
Misako: (Simply Shrugs) Nah. We just never really been interested in going to that kind of stuff.
Kyoko: Yeah. (Slumps Her Head Down on the Table) It also doesn't help the fact that stupid Hasebe and Mami are attending there too. One of them probably already won Prom Queen as we speak....
Misako: (Starts Rolling her Eyes in Annoyance) Or both of them at the same time.....
Dark Pit: You really don't like those girls, do you?
Misako: Not in a million years. They've been a pain in our asses since kindergarten.
Kyoko: Always thinking they're so much better than us in every way.....
Dark Pit: ('Tch') Please. There's no way those stuck up twerps are better than either of you girls.
Misako: Tell that everyone else in our classes.....
Dark Pit: Well, your classmates obviously have piss-poor taste. You guys are a lot more amazing than anyone gives you credit for. Or at least....(Starts Blushing a Little) I....think you're both amazing.....
Kyoko: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Hugs Dark Pit on her Side) Your such a sweetheart, Pitto-Kins~
Misako: (Hugs Dark Pit and Kyoko on Her Side) Yeah. Not to mention a handsome cutie too~ (Gives Dark Pit a Kiss on the Cheek)
Dark Pit: (Blush Turns Brightly Red as He Starts Bashfully Looking Away) W-Whatever.... Can we just order something already?
Kyoko: Ooh! (Excitedly Points at a Picture of a Giant Looking Burger on Front of Her Menu) We can totally do the Big Bang Burger challenge together!
Misako: (Raised an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) "The Big Bang..." what now?
Kyoko: The Big Bang Burger challenge! It's this really cool challenge everyone been talking about in school. We'll be King and and Queens in this establishment if we can beat!
Misako: King and queens, huh? (Turns to Dark Pit) What do you say, DP? Wanna give this challenge a go?
Dark Pit: (Simply Shrugs) Eh. I'm down. Might not gonna be that much of a challenge any-
Few Minutes Later......
The trio widened their eyes in horror at how big and wide the Big Bang Burger in front of them, really is.
Strength..... Courage.....Wit..... Endurance.....All these skills and more are cruial to completing THE BIG BANG BURGER CHALLENGE!!!
Kyoko: I-I-Is this really that big of a burger?.....
Waiter: (Smiles Brightly) Yep! Biggest one we've made so far. We here at Big Bang Burgers would like to wish you lovely couple the best of luck. (Walks Away) You are gonna need it....
'Door Close'
Misako: ...................This is a mistake.
Dark Pit: I'd say we get the hell up out of here before anyone noticed.
Misako: Agreed. (Was About to Leave Out of Her Table With Dark Pit Until....)
Kyoko: (Stops her Girlfriend and Boyfriend While Pouting at Them) Guys!! We can't leave here yet! We have to do the challenge!
Dark Pit: (Turns Back to Kyoko) Kyoko, have you SEEN how big this fucking shit is!?
Misako: There's no way we can finish that!
Kyoko: ('Sigh') Look, I know this burger is big, scary, and could probably give us a menacing looking glare if it has eyes, but if we're able to beat mean girls, jocks, and thugs into submission, then I'm sure we can handle a measly big burger, am I right?
Misako: (Takes her Girlfriend Words into Consideration Before Sighing in Defeat) Our adorably dense girlfriend is right?
Kyoko: Hey!!!
Misako: (Turns to Dark Pit While Ignoring Kyoko Altogether) We can't back out of this challenge now. Not without fight.
Dark Pit: ('Sighs in Defeat') Damnit, you're right. (Turns Back Towards the Burger Along With his Girlfriends) on the count of four: we eat this motherfucker like hell. In a one....in a two....in a one, two three, four-
Twenty Minutes Later.....
Dark Pit/Kyoko/Misako: (Groans Miserably and Slumped Their Heads Down onto the Table While Being Completely Full in the Process) 'Ughhhhhhhhh'
Kyoko: My tummy can't take anymore.....
Misako: Tell me about it.....I don't wanna see another damn burger for as long as I live......
Dark Pit: (Turns Back to the Waiter Standing in Front of their Table) Please tell that we were AT LEAST this close of the beating the challenge......
Waiter: Can't say that you have I'm afraid. (Smiles Brightly) But you're efforts this evening was spot on to say the at least.
Misako: (Starts Rolling her Eyes Again) Spare me the enlightenment crap already....
Kyoko: (Rest her Head onto One Side of Dark Pit's Shoulder) So....full......
Dark Pit: (Gently Rubs Kyoko's Head) Who would be this crazy enough to finish a challenge like that.
Waiter: Well, if you must know....(Shows the Trio a Taken Photo of the BBB Challenge's Hall of Fame on his Tablet)
Kyoko: (Amazed by the Picture in Question) Woah.......
Misako: Hey, wait. (Points at the Frame Up Top of a Very Familiar Face) DP, is that your older brother at the top.
Dark Pit: (Takes a Look at What Misako is Pointing at Before Groaning in Annoyance) ('Ugh') Should've fucking known.....
.........................................................
Dark Pit: Hey.
Ren: Hey there, champ. How your little date goin' along?
Dark Pit: Exhausting. We tried that stupid Big Bang Burger Challenge and failed miserably.
Ren: Lol really?
Dark Pit: Yeah. REALLY!
Dark Pit: Pain.jpg
Ren: Wow. You guys looked pitiful lol.
Dark Pit: No shit Sherlock.
Dark Pit: Word has it that you were known as the King of the place.....
Dark Pit: Is that true?
Ren: I...... don't know what you're talking about I'm afraid.
Dark Pit: The Champion.jpg
Ren: That obviously could've been someone else in that frame.
Dark Pit: You're really gonna start lying to me right now, Joker boy?
Dark Pit: I thought your Queen specifically told you not to take the challenge anymore....
Ren: She did!
Ren: I just...Think that could've been anyone in that picture, ya know?
Dark Pit: I'm five seconds away from texting her right now, man.
Ren: Okay! Okay! Fine! You win! I did take that challenge last year! Back when Banjo and I went to their grand opening
Ren: I wanted to impressed him. So I.... decided to take on the challenge.
Ren: Still surprised I completed it TBF....
Dark Pit: Interesting.....
Ren: Please don't tell Makoto about this.
Ren: Graduation is coming in a couple of days. And the last thing I want for her right now to be worried about my health.
Dark Pit: That depends really....
Dark Pit: It'll cost ya.
Ren: Fiiiine..... I'll give you ten bucks.
Dark Pit: Give me Twenty and you got yourself a deal.
Ren: Don'tcha think you're pushing it there, Pitto-Kins?
Dark Pit: Oh look. Makoto's name is already showing up on my contact list
Ren: Alright! Alright! Twenty dollars! Take it or leave it!
Dark Pit: You got yourself a deal, Joker boy.
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Eventually Outside of the Burger Joint............
Dark Pit: (Walking Next to his Two Girlfriends on the Sidewalk) Sorry this date isn't as glamorous as some prom night...
Kyoko: Are you kidding? (Happily Rest her Head on One Side of DP's Shoulder While Hugging one of his Arms) This was the best date night ever~
Misako: (Rest her Head on the Other Side of DP's Shoulder While Hugging his Other Arm) I agree. We rather spend the whole night with our sweetheart of an angel than attend some dumb-
'Limousine Horm'
Without warning, a white luxurious limousine suddenly coming next to the sidewalk with none other than Hasebe & Mami standing on the sunroof with smug looks on each of their faces.
Hasebe: Well, what do we have here? A bunch of peasants walking alone on the sidewalk.
Mami: Like, guess who won Prom Queen this year?~
Misako: (Starts Rolling her Eyes in Annoyance) Both of you?
Hasebe/Mami: Both of us!~
Kyoko: Go figure.....
Mami: Like, who would've thought being ridiculously popular and obviously better than you two losers could give us both the title?~
Hasebe: I know, right?~ What a crazy world!~ By the by....(Points at Dark Pit) Who's the angel freak in the middle?
Dark Pit: (Eyes Widened in Anger) The fuck did you just called m-
Misako: (Gently Squeezes Dark Pit's Arn to Calm Him Down) His name is Dark Pit. (Smiles Softly at the Angel) Our boyfriend.
Kyoko: (Happily Snuggles her Head Onto her Side of Dark Pit's Shoulder) Whom we love very much~ (Gives DP a Kiss on the Cheek)
Dark Pit: (Smiles a Little While Blushing)
Hasebe: ('Ugh') Of course you two would date s weirdo like him.
Dark Pit: Takes one to know one, bitches. (Gives the Middle Finger at the Duo)
Misako: ('Heh') Yeah. (Gives Hasebe and Mami The Middle Finger as Well) Up yours, assholes.
Kyoko: (Giggles Softly at What is Going On Right Now)
Mami: ('Ugh') Whatever. We were like, leaving anyways.
Hasebe: Takes us away, Limo Driver!
And with that, the limousine begins to drive off. Leaving the couple behind.
Dark Pit: ('Sigh') I think I'm starting to see why you guys hate them so much....
Misako: Told ya they're bitches. (Turns to Dark Pit) You okay, babe?
Dark Pit: Yeah. I'm already over it. (Turns to Misako and Kyoko With a Small Smile) Mostly cause I got you two with me. Thanks.
Misako: (Smiles Back at DP) Oh please. You don't need to thank us for that.
Kyoko: (Smiles Brightly) Yeah, Pitto-Kins. We got your back no matter what!~
Dark Pit: Yeah. I know. You guys wanna spend the rest of the night back at my place?
Misako: Lead the way, handsome~ (Starts Walking Back to the Living with Her Boyfriend and Girlfriend With Her)
Kyoko: (Want Back to Resting her Head on Dark Pit's Shoulder While Walking) Can you give us lot of cuddles once we get there?~
Misako: Yeah. I second that request~
Dark Pit: Anything you desire, your highnesses~
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Welcome to the Family
here’s the final part for my mother’s day special :) I hope you all had a good day and enjoyed this.
Mother’s Day pt. 3
“So how is it?”
Damian lifted his head, after taking another bite of his burger, chewing before answering his sister with a curt nod. The burger was delicious, greasy, and unimaginably unhealthy; their mother would slit their throats if she saw what they were eating. Outstretched before them was a spread of milkshakes, fries, chicken tenders and each their own oversized burger. Damian had never been to Bat-Burger, and was hesitant but his sister insisted it was good and she, Dick and Tim found the whole gimmick ironic and hilarious; they often frequented the food chain ordering each meal named after themselves.
“The milkshakes are surprisingly the best around.” She continued, sipping the milkshake named after herself, trying to find something to get him to talk to her. Ever since they left her office he maybe only spoke a handful of words, agreeing to go get food, ordering his food and muttering a thanks when she paid.
“Even the Night-wings are really good, it gets to Dick’s ego.” She pressed, chuckling. Frowning for a split second, she quickly covered it with a smile. But Damian caught it though, and took another bite of his burger to hide his guilt as she continued to talk. “So what’s new with you?”
“Nothing.” He shrugged. It was the truth, he didn’t do much besides patrol and she knew that. He didn’t have hobbies besides reading and training. Damian wasn’t in school; he was ‘home schooled’ after trying for a year and it just not working. Bruce thought getting Jason through Gotham Academy was rough but according to Damian he was above prep school.
He stopped eating his burger when he felt a sudden shift in his sister. Even she was thrown off by it. Maybe it was from lack of sleep or the hunger from not eating since dinner last night, if you could consider a bag of chips dinner. Maybe Bat-Burger wasn’t the best choice to start with. But she thought-, she hoped this place would let Damian loosen up. Even Bruce managed to crack a small smile when entering this place. Shaking her head she pushed her burger away from her, placing her head in her hands, frustrated. Damian slowly put his food down as well, letting his hands fall to his sides, anxiously clenching them into fists. She was gonna give up on him, he knew it. Coming here was a mistake.
“Sister-,”
“Halley.” She corrected, looking up from her hands. “My name is Halley. Yes I am your sister, but you don’t have to be so formal about it all the time.” She snapped, instantly regretting it. She promised to herself long ago to never lose her cool with Damian, but he was just so frustrating. “Why did you come to my office today Damian? It crossed my mind that you might’ve been jealous earlier about me making plans with Tim and not inviting you but whenever I do invite you places you just scoff at me. And I just didn’t see you being the jealous type, but then again I don’t really know you. Then you showed up today and I thought you actually wanted to, I don’t know? Do something together? But I feel like I’m the only one wanting to be here.”
“Tt.” Damian crossed his arms, huffing. “I am not jealous of Drake.”
“Tt.” Halley matched his stance, crossing her arms against her own chest and leaned back into her seat. “Okay if you’re not jealous of him, then why are we here?”
Damian was speechless for a moment. Normally, this conversation would play out differently. Normally, after insulting Tim, Halley would then shoot into reasons why Damian should give Tim a chance, and that he was actually really nice. She’d never call him out like that, always not wanting to push him away or giving him a chance to get angry at the conversation and leave. It took Damian a few seconds longer than he’d like to admit to think of a retort.
“I figured since you have these outings with everyone and they praise them, I should finally figure out what all the fuss is about. And so far I’m not impressed.” He snapped right back, showing the same sass that ran on their shared side of the family.
Raising her own eyebrow, Halley snorted, reaching for her shake and taking a long sip before putting it back down and pointing a finger at her little brother. “Of course you’re not impressed. When me and the guys hang out we actually have conversations. Dick’s my best friend, we actually want to know what’s going on in each other’s lives; we shoot the shit, whatever you wanna call it. And Tim, Tim tries; he’s always reaching out and making sure I’m not overworking and taking care of myself and I do the same for him. We care about each other.” Halley took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“With you,” she continues trying to soften her voice, not realizing she sounded as if she was in work mode and could see Damian trying to hide his nervousness. “With you, it’s like I’m talking to a wall, a very thick wall. I’ve tried since day one Damian; I’ve tried to build a relationship with you but I don’t know what else to do. I’ve stuck up for you when everyone else didn’t and I’ve vouched for you. I was there when Bruce went missing, and I believed you with all that Talon nonsense, and I just get nothing in return besides insults. I don’t want much, I’m your sister and I’m just tired of trying if you really don’t care.”
Damian bit his lip, unpacking every word that his sister spoke. He knew her frustrations. His father and Grayson had the same, as he was constantly reminding himself of. He just wasn’t sure how to open up to her. He wasn’t even sure how she opened up when she moved into the manor. He wanted to ask her but he was just so afraid to open his mouth and talk to her for unknown reasons. He looked at her sad eyes as she spoke, feeling guilt from the years blocking her out finally being too much to keep in. Damian didn’t know how he would start but he licked his lips, finally figuring it was now or never to start trying back.
“How did you adjust so well? It’s been two years and I-,” Damian paused already embarrassed for oversharing.
Halley softened her stance. That was the most serious but personal question Damian had ever asked her. She smiled before opening her mouth to answer him. “I had people who cared. Like you do, even if you don’t see it.”
She’s been thirteen, Damian’s age now when Dick saved her from her father. It wasn’t until Damian came along and she had to face her father again for the first time in years did Slade reveal that she was also part al Ghul. She learned what would’ve been her life if it wasn’t for Dick. At the time Slade had been part of the League of Assassins, and was one of Ra’s al Ghul right hands. The plan at the time was for Slade and Talia to give him a new heir, with the pair bringing Halley into the world. When she could walk and talk it was agreed that Slade would take her into the world to train; at the time thinking that field training would be the most officiant. When Slade thought she was ready, she’d be brought back to the League, but that was ruined when she escaped and joined the batfamily. She was his ticket in taking over the League, and he hadn’t taken her ruining it for him easily.
“Dick took me in after saving me from Slade. He’d beat the shit out of me if I just sneezed wrong. He was an abusive fuck, but I was used to it. He drilled into my brain that I wasn’t good enough and I deserved the things he did to me. They would make me stronger. He made me just like you, untrusting and closed off. But Dick and the Titans eventually taught me that not everyone is an asshole. And when Bruce let me move to the manor and take his last name and gave me a home and a good life, I was-, well I just put my trust into them and I’m glad I did.” Halley shrugged, images of her time with Slade flashing through her eyes like a bad movie. Clearing her throat again, blinking away the tears that were forming, she looked back at the boy looking up at her with a soft expression.
“And Jay, helped me a lot. He helped me adjust to things. He- he was great.” She looked down at her food, letting a finger brush a stray tear away. Cursing, for showing weakness in front of her little brother who already judged her every move, she coughed, straitening herself out.
“I don’t want you to be like Dick or Tim, or Jason.” She continued, knowing he’d have nothing to say from where she left off. “I just want you to be Damian and I want us to have a relationship that makes you comfortable and makes you feel safe. So if going to stupid burger joints isn’t your thing, that’s fine. We can go to a fine dining restaurant if you want for all I care. And you don’t have to feel like you have to get me mothers day’s presents, that’s not your thing. I totally understand and don’t expect it to be.” She waved off, moving back to bite into her burger, trying to defuse the tension some more.
Damian still kept his straight face. He knew the basics about his sister but not all details. He knew she was Slade’s apprentice, but he just figured she was a traitor and chose to leave. Her joining his father was what made Slade lose his good graces with his grandfather. It was the whole reason why Slade attacked the League of Assassin’s base years later, killing Ra’s al Ghul and leading Damian to meeting his father. He gulped, letting his face fall a little, in comfort.
“I don’t mind this place.” He nodded, going back to bite into his burger as well, while also grabbing another Night-wing, wishing the chicken tender was called something else. “And-and, I wouldn’t even know what to get you or what kind of card to make. Though I did tell Drake your favorite color was purple. Tt, imbecile was going to make the letters red.”
“You remembered my favorite color?” Halley awed at him, causing him to pout, embarrassed. “You just remembering my favorite color makes me happy enough.”
“That’s silly,” He squinted at her. Grayson turned her into such a sap.
“Yeah, well I think it’s cute.” She huffed, moving back to her milkshake. She looked up at him as she sipped, “So after this, what does Damian Wayne want to do today? I assume movies and arcade are boring to you.”
“You assume correct.” He nodded in agreement. He took a second to ponder her question, not quite ready to go home after this. He didn’t really know at first, until one specific place popped up in his head. He’d yet to visit one, but had read about them and was curious, you could say. He was too afraid to ask his father and not ready for Grayson’s reaction; there was no one better than Halley to ask to take him. With a stern face he looked up at her, “I would like to go to the zoo.”
“The zoo?” Halley questioned. She mentally slapped herself when she saw him begin to crawl into himself again, she outreached a hand to him, “No, no, no! I just didn’t think you’d want to. I love the zoo; I used to beg Jay to go with me all the time, but he thought they were boring and smelly,” She chuckled fondly at the memory. “But the Gotham Zoo is surprisingly nice.” She said looking down at her phone for the time. “We have time if we finish this on our way there, they don’t close for another four hours or so.” Halley said, now excitedly packing up the trash and figuring out what was good enough to eat during the walk over to the zoo.
Damian felt that same pang in his chest from earlier but this time it didn’t make him nervous. Instead he felt content, happy even? He didn’t feel as if this whole idea was a disaster and for once actually felt a touch of excitement. Gathering his belongings he then proceeded to ask questions about what kind of animals they have at a zoo, and other things, like can you pet them, etc. Halley eagerly answered all of them, asking her own like what his favorite animal was and stuff like that.
The rest of the afternoon went by way to quick and soon Halley was in a cab making sure Damian got home okay, even with him reassuring her if he could get to her office without her he could get home. She simply waved him off, and gave him a playful shove as the cab pulled up to the manor. Her smile almost hurt when he turned to her as he stood out of the cab and said that he hoped they could do this again sometime.
Within the next hour, she found herself stomping up her apartment, not in anger but in pure delight. She couldn’t believe today actually happened. After two years she actually made progress with Damian. Opening the door to her apartment, she dropped her bag and plopped the keys onto the kitchen counter, she could have even sworn she saw him smile at least one today.
She walked into her kitchen, grabbing a water bottle, closing the fridge and looking at the pictures she had hanging on her fridge. Taking a second she leaned against the counter, taking them all in. This year’s mother’s day card from Tim hung near a picture of the two of them from his second birthday at the Manor, it’s been his sixteenth. She’d taken him to an arcade and the pair had spent all day building up their tickets so Tim could get some replica sword. She smirked at the picture where instead of the sword, he decided on getting her a giant stuff pug as a thank you for spending all day with him. In it she held onto it tightly, the thing was so fluffy and cute as Tim smiled into the camera widely. She still had the thing on her bed, she chuckled.
Next to that one was a picture of her and Dick, from her own sixteenth birthday where he insisted on throwing her a giant pool party, inviting all of the Titans and batfamily. He stood hosting her up on his shoulders, as if she was a prize. It was only moments after the phot was taken did he throw her into the pool, only for her to furiously chase him for revenge. Alfred had taken another photo from that stood next to it of her getting said revenge by smashing a piece of cake in Dick’s face, Bruce seen in the background with a disapproving look.
Along with those she let her eyes fall to last set of photos on the fridge, feeling the water works already starting. The anniversary of Jason’s death hit her harder this year. Every year it’d been hard, but the pressure of graduating, keeping up with her nightly activities and the nightmare that was her mother kidnapping and brainwashing Bruce, the day just crept up on her and she didn’t have time to prepare herself.
Sighing as she looked at the first photo they took together, she just let the tears fall, knowing she’d only feel worse keeping them in. They’d snuck out on their first date, having kept their relationship a secret, afraid Bruce wouldn’t allow it because they lived right across the hall from each other. It wasn’t until Jason died did Bruce tell he knew from the beginning. She chuckled at the photo, taking it off the fridge too look at it closely.
It was just a simple movie date but she remembered being so nervous the entire time. She felt her heart nearly beat out of her chest when he made the first move and clumsily placed his arm around her shoulders twenty minutes into the movie. It took another twenty minutes until she found the courage to lean her head on his shoulder. She’d blushed the brightest when the movie ended and he grabbed her hand and held it as they walked out. He called her a dork, seeing her blush, causing her to blush harder. He’d snapped the photo shortly after, saying she looked cute when she was frazzled. She defiantly looked frazzled in the photo while he sneaked a kiss on her cheek.
The second photo of the pair had been of the pair a couple of weeks before he had died. They were just about to graduate High School, and where going to prom together. Bruce insisted they should go, so they told Bruce they were going together because everyone else was lame. She’d actually had fun for the short amount of time that they actually stood at the prom. They quickly snuck out, taking Jason’s car to go get Chinese take-out and parking off somewhere and stuffing their faces.
Clipping the photo back onto the fridge she sighed again, picking up her phone to look at the picture’s she snuck of Damian today. She held a hand to her lips as she looked them over. She couldn’t get any of the pair together without him seeing her but it was okay. She got him in the petting zoo, a blank face, but you could see that he was content as he pet a goat, and then a llama. She laughed thinking about how enthralled he was by the farm animals. He found the more exotic animals interesting but for whatever reason the farm animals really caught his interest.
She looked at the top of her phone, seeing a notification from Tim. Clicking on it, she noted how she had to get those pictures printed so she could put them in place with the others. Now reading the text from her brother, she could stop the snort that escaped her nose. Oh Damian,
“Why is Damian demanding Bruce get him a pet cow?”
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a request i got from @yaeno-gen! thanks for the request!
prompt #3: it’s three in the morning.
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” Katara says as Zuko drops her off at her place. Katara unlocks her seatbelt and turns to face Zuko. Zuko turns to Katara, smiling, placing his hand over hers.
“Yup. 3pm. I’ll pick you up.” Zuko says.
“I had a great time today. Thanks for treating me to dinner. It was delicious.” Katara smiles.
“I’m glad you liked it. We could go there again soon if you’d like.” Zuko says and Katara nods.
“Sure, that’d be great. Anyway, I should get going. It’s late and I still have a class at 1 tomorrow.”
“Oh yes, sure. Sorry for keeping you.” Zuko says. Katara leans in for a hug, and Zuko smiles as he hugs her back. Zuko loved that Katara smelled of vanilla, it was intoxicating to him. Katara pulls away first, smiling.
“See you tomorrow.” She gives Zuko a quick peck on the cheek, making Zuko blush. She opens the door and walks out, closing it. Zuko drives to his place, smiling the whole time.
Katara walks into her apartment, embarrassed that she kissed Zuko. It was only a peck on the cheek, that’s what she told herself. It didn’t mean anything. She takes off her shoes and makes her way to her bathroom, running the water for a bath. She grabs her phone from her bag and calls Suki, who answers right away.
“H-”
“How was the date? Did you guys finally kiss? Are you guys dating now? Spill, Kat!” Suki says, excited. Katara sits down on her couch.
“It wasn’t a date. I already told you that.” Katara says, sighing.
“Okay, fine. It wasn’t.” Suki says, mockingly.
“I know you’re being sarcastic. Anyway, to answer your other questions. We are not dating. And I may or may not have kissed him.” Katara says and Suki squeals. “Hey, relax. It was only a peck on the cheek.”
“Awww, that’s lame. But still, I’m surprised you made the first move.” Suki says, giggling. “I’m proud of you. You’ve been crushing on him for what? A year now? And you guys only started hanging out like two months ago. It’s progress, Kat. He obviously likes you too. Both of you are just too dense to admit it first.” Suki says. Katara sighs, standing up as she walks to the bathroom to turn off the water.
“I mean, I wouldn’t exactly say dense.” Katara says. “But still. You’re right. It’ll happen sooner or later.”
“Of course I’m right. I always am. Anyway, I gotta finish this assignment. See you tomorrow!” Suki hangs up, and Katara puts her phone on the bathroom counter. She takes off her clothes and steps into the bath, slowly going down. The warm water felt like heaven on her skin, and it felt as if her stress had been taken away. She sat there, contemplating if she should confess to Zuko, or wait for Zuko to confess to her.
Katara got out of the tub a few minutes later, and changed into her pajamas. Sleep was taking over her, it was midnight already and she was out the whole day. She decided to sleep on it, hoping she would have a decision in the morning regarding her and Zuko.
-
“Ugh, I’m so tired. That test was so hard.” Suki says as she links her arms with Katara’s as they walk out of their class.
“I know right? I didn’t even get to finish the essay at the back.” Katara says and Suki stops dead in her tracks. “What’s the matter?” Katara asks, looking at Suki.
“There’s… a back part? An essay?” Suki says and Katara giggles.
“Yes, Suki. There was. But based on your reaction, I’m guessing you didn’t know.” Katara says and Suki sighs.
“That’s it. I’m failing. I’m just gonna drop out and become a stripper.” Suki says and Katara just laughs. “Anyway, what time is your boyfriend picking you up?” Suki asks and Katara blushes.
“H-He’s not my boyfriend.” Katara stutters. Suki laughs. “He told me he’d wait at the front for me at 3.”
“Well, it’s like…” Suki checks her watch. “2:57 right now. So you should get going.”
“I don’t think he’s there yet though. Plus, you're going that way, right? We can go together.” Katara says and Suki nods.
“So, are you gonna tell him?” Suki asks, and Katara blushes.
“Well, I want to. But I don’t want to be rejected. Remember what happened with Jet?” Katara says and Suki fumes.
“I hate that guy. Jet was such a piece of shit, I can’t believe you almost dated him.” Suki says and Katara giggles.
“Calm down, chief. I hate him too, but I learned something from him. Plus, the past is in the past, right?”
“Right. And that means you should confess to Zuko and then you two can start dating and get married and have bab-" Suki stops when she sees Zuko walk up to them, smiling.
“Hi, Katara. Suki.” He greets them politely and Suki smiles.
“Hey, Zuko. Nice meeting you, but I should get going. I don’t wanna get in the way of you two lovebirds. Bye Kat, bye Zuko!” Suki walks away before Katara can speak.
“Uh, don’t mind Suki. You know how she can be.” Katara says and Zuko chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
“It’s alright, I don’t mind.” Zuko says. On unspoken terms, they start to walk outside towards the university parking lot. “So, are you hungry?”
“Yeah, kind of. I could go for some burgers right now.” Katara says and Zuko smiles.
“Perfect.” He takes his car keys out from his pocket and unlocks the car, opening the door for Katara. She blushes as she gets inside, and Zuko closes the door. He walks over to the driver’s side and gets in, putting the key in the ignition and closes the door. “There’s this awesome fastfood restaurant a few blocks from here. You know Burger Joint?” Zuko starts to drive, and Katara nods. “It’s only like less than 5 minutes from here to there.”
“Yeah, I’ve been there. Once, with Suki. A month ago I think.” Katara says. “Suki found out that her boyfriend, now her ex, cheated on her, and she was so mad that she wanted to eat anything she could. Don’t ask me, I don’t know why. But, we went to Burger Joint and she ordered like 3 king-sized meals, and like you know how big their servings are, right? But she finished them all.” Katara laughs and Zuko joins her. “She was so full by the end of it, she almost threw up at the table.”
“Oh wow, I hope she doesn’t get her heart broken like that again.” Zuko says, sincerity in his voice.
“Me too. She deserves better than that.” Katara says. “How’d your morning go? Did you have any classes?”
“I had one class at 10, but the teacher didn’t show.” Zuko says, turning left as they reach their destination. “So I stayed in the library and waited for you.” Zuko says and Katara blushes. He drives into a parking slot and stops, turning off the engine.
“So, you haven’t eaten lunch yet?” Katara asks, unbuckling her seatbelt. She wanted to scold him for not eating lunch, but they weren’t a couple, so she didn’t have the right to do it. “Also, can I leave my bag here? I’ll just bring my phone and wallet.”
“Nope, I haven’t eaten yet. And yeah sure go ahead.” Zuko says as he unbuckles his and takes out his car keys. “Hang on.” Zuko gets out of the car and walks over to the other side of the car, opening the door for Katara. Katara looks up at Zuko, and Zuko gives her a wink. She blushes as she gets out of the car, and Zuko closes the door and locks it.
“Thanks. Also, you should have eaten. Not eating lunch isn’t good for you, you know.” Katara says as she and Zuko walk to the entrance of the restaurant. Zuko chuckles.
“Aw, you care for me.” Zuko teases and Katara looks away, blushing.
“W-What? Of course I do.” Katara says, and she immediately stops. “N-Not like that though! I just meant like, uh, you know…” Katara stutters and Zuko laughs, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they continue to walk. ‘She’s so cute’ Zuko smiles, thinking.
“I was just teasing, Katara. Thanks for looking out for me though.” Zuko says and Katara blushes.
“So, what do you want?” Zuko asks as they enter the restaurant. Katara looks at the menu displayed above the registers. “Go crazy. I’m paying.” Zuko says.
“Y-You don’t have to do that, Zuko. I can pay for this. You already paid for dinner last night.” Katara says. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.” She adds before Zuko can speak. Zuko chuckles, and lifts his hands up in surrender.
“Okay, okay. I’ll just have what you’re having then.” Zuko says and Katara nods. They walk up to the cashier and he takes their orders.
“And for your drinks, ma’am?” The cashier asks. “One large milkshake? It’s big enough to share with your boyfriend.” The cashier says and Katara and Zuko blush.
“Oh! He’s not… We’re not dating.” Katara says and Zuko chuckles.
“We’re just friends.” Zuko says, and Katara nods.
“My bad. Sorry. So, um, what would you like to drink?” The cashier asks.
“I’ll take a strawberry milkshake. Small.” Katara says.
“Uh, I’ll have a small vanilla milkshake.” Zuko says and the cashier nods. Katara pays and the cashier prepares their orders while they wait at the side.
“Here you go. Two king-sized meals with a vanilla milkshake and strawberry milkshake.” The cashier says.
“Thank you.” Katara and Zuko say in unison. Zuko picks up the tray, and Katara holds their cups.
“Oh, let’s sit there by the window.” Katara says as she walks ahead and puts the cups on the table. Zuko follows her and places their tray there. They sit down, silence hanging in the air.
“Let’s eat!” Katara says as she grabs her burger and Zuko smiles, following her.
“Yes, let’s.” Zuko says and they eat in a comfortable silence.
“Oh.” Katara breaks the silence a minute later, wiping her mouth with a tissue. “Are we going anywhere after this? Because I have to edit this paper that’s due later, so I need to get back home soon.”
“Oh, I was hoping-” Zuko starts but doesn’t finish. “Oh, yeah. I can drop you off after this.” Zuko says, and Katara nods, smiling. Zuko wanted to spend more time with Katara. He had planned to watch a movie with her, and eat dinner and go to the park. He had planned to confess to Katara later, but now his plans were ruined.
“Zuko?” Katara asks, and Zuko looks up at her.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“Well, you suddenly froze and started glaring outside the window. Are you okay?” Katara asks.
“Yeah, sorry. I’m fine.” Zuko smiles and he continues to eat his food. An awkward silence looms over them as they finish their food.
“You ready to go?” Zuko asks a few minutes after they finish eating.
“Yeah, let’s go.” Katara smiles. They head out of the restaurant and walk towards Zuko’s car.
“Hey, I’m sorry for not being able to hang out with you for the rest of the afternoon.” Katara says once they’re inside the car.
“Don’t worry about it. You don’t have to be sorry, Kat.” Zuko says.
“I know. But I was looking forward to hanging out today. I can’t believe I forgot that I had to pass the paper today.” Katara says.
“I was looking forward to it too.” Zuko starts the car and they head out of the parking lot. “But, there’s always next time, right?” Zuko asks, uncertain.
“Yeah! Of course.” Katara says. Silence hangs in the air, both of them unsure of what to say.
“I’ll see you soon?” Zuko asks once they arrive at Katara’s apartment.
“Definitely. Thanks for dropping me off. And sorry once again. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Katara says as she unbuckles her seatbelt.
“It’s no problem.” Zuko smiles. Katara reaches over and gives Zuko a quick peck on the cheek before heading out of the car.
-a few hours later-
“H-“
“Suki I messed up!!! Help me!” Katara says, panicking.
“Whoa, whoa. What happened? Are you okay?” Suki asks, worried.
“I can’t sleep because I messed up, and now Zuko won’t talk to me ever again! I told him I had this paper to pass earlier tonight, so we ended our date early!” Katara says. “And I don’t even have a paper to pass! I just suddenly panicked when we were eating, I don’t know why. Help me! Why am I like this?”
“Hey, calm down Katara.” Suki says and Katara sits down on the edge of her bed, taking deep breaths. “Are you okay now?”
“Yeah. I am. But what am I gonna do? I regret everything.” Katara says and Suki sighs.
“Okay, it’s like 2 in the morning. Maybe you should get some sleep and then call him in the morning.” Suki says.
“Y-yeah. That sounds good.” Katara says.
“You know, you called it a date.” Suki says, amusement in her voice.
“W-What?”
“You know, your hangout session yesterday. You called it a date.” Suki says.
“I didn’t!”
“You did.”
“You’re just imagining things.” Katara says.
“I’m not. Anyway, get some sleep, Kat.” A yawn comes from Suki. “I’m gonna head to bed now. Goodnight.” Suki hangs up, leaving Katara with her thoughts.
And that’s how Katara ended up in front of Zuko’s door at 3am, wearing her pajamas. She takes a deep breath, and knocks on the door. She bites her lip looking at the ground, hoping that Zuko would answer. She also remembers that it’s 3am, so Zuko was probably sleeping.
“Who’s there?” A groggy voice says, the door opening. Katara looks up and sees Zuko, hair messy, and looks down to realize that he’s not wearing a shirt. She looks up to see him smirking. “You like the view?” He says, his voice still groggy. Katara blushes and her eyes go wide.
“N-No! I mean, yes! Wait! I just mean-“ She stops as Zuko chuckles.
“It’s three in the morning.” Zuko says, suddenly serious.
“I-I know that. But, um, can we talk?” She says, suddenly feeling small. Zuko runs his hands through his hair and makes way for Katara to enter his apartment. Katara walks in, and Zuko closes the door. She turns around and bumps into Zuko, and Zuko wraps his arms around her to prevent her from falling.
“Are you okay? Did something happen?” He asks, and Katara can’t speak. Not when Zuko’s face is inches from hers. Not when he’s holding her so close. Not when she’s staring right into his brown angelic eyes. “Katara?”
“I LIKE YOU.” She blurts out, and both of them widen their eyes. She gulps, waiting for Zuko to say something. “Oh my god, that was so stupid. Look, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t- I wasn’t thinking. I’m gonna go now. Sorry for waking you.” Katara says, breaking free from Zuko’s grasp. She’s about to walk out the door, until…
“Katara.” Zuko says, making Katara shiver.
“I’m sorry. Forget everything I said.”
“How am I supposed to forget that? You told me you liked me, and now you’re saying that you’re sorry? Sorry for what? Do you not like me?” Zuko asks.
“I-I do! I just… I know you don’t feel the same way. So, I’m sorry.” She unlocks the door when Zuko stops her, placing his hand above hers. He’s right behind her, like a predator tapping its prey.
“Here’s the thing, Katara. I like you too.” Zuko says, whispering into her ear.
“Y-You do?” She asks.
“I do.” He replies. “I wasn’t expecting my confession to be like that. But, it’ll do.” Zuko chuckles, and he’s back to his old self. Katara looks up at him and smiles.
“I’m so embarrassed right now.” She covers her face with her hands and Zuko laughs, wrapping her in a hug. She smiles at the warmth his body radiates, and she nuzzles deeper into his chest.
“You’re so cute, you know that?” Zuko says, giving her forehead a peck. She blushes, looking up at him.
“Well, you’re cuter.” Katara says and Zuko shakes his head.
“As much as I’d love to argue, I really wanna go back to bed.” Zuko says and Katara nods.
“Oh, yeah okay. I’ll get going then. See you.” Katara says.
“Hold on. Where do you think you’re going? You’re gonna sleep with me. I’m not gonna let you go out alone at this hour.” Zuko says, and Katara blushes. “Now, come on.” Zuko takes Katara’s hand and leads her to his bedroom.
“I’m not going to touch you. Not unless you want me to, anyway. You can take the left side of the bed.” Zuko says and Katara nods as she lies down. “Goodnight, Kat.” Zuko says, facing her.
“Goodnight Zuko.” She says, facing him. But she doesn’t close her eyes. She stares at Zuko, his pale face illuminated by the moonlight. She gulps as she slowly moves closer to him, and Zuko chuckles.
“Okay, come here.” Zuko gently grabs her and pulls her towards him, nuzzling his face into her hair. Zuko’s thumb gently rubs circles on her back, and Katara smiles as sleep slowly takes her.
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Are you the person to open a box of cereal just to get the toy inside?
As a kid yes. Right now, I don’t buy cereals with prizes anymore. Do they even stuff toys in cereal these days?
Do you get scared easy?
If it’s in the anxiety induced variety, yes.
What was one of the stupidest things you cried over when you were little?
Not sure, it could have been anything from not wanting to wear a fancy dress or dress shoes to a party or a broken toy.
Have you ever drank milk from the carton?
Despite having a working dishwasher and plenty of glasses, I “waterfall” milk and juice from the containers.
Juice or milk?
I go both ways, leaning more towards juice. Apple or orange.
Do you ever turn off your computer properly?
Once in a while.
Do you wish you were a fish?
Not really, though I kinda envy the blue Dory (Doctor Fish?) in the tank at my gynecologist’s waiting room. It likes to swim to the bottom of the tank and ride up to the top on a bubble jet. That damn fish has probably had more fun than I have in the past several months.
Who’s your favorite super hero?
Invincible (Amazon Prime). Along with Spider-Man (2002) and the Big Hero 6 movie, that character/series is a rare superhero show that makes me feel strong and vulnerable at the same time.
Who’s your favorite super villain?
Slade Wilson/ Deathstroke as seen in “Teen Titans: The Judas Contract” animated movie and the 2003-2006 “Teen Titans” cartoon series.
Spiderman or X-men?
Spider-Man. Tobey Maguire and Peter B. Parker from Into the Spiderverse.
Movie theatre or stay at home movie night?
Theaters. Alamo Drafthouse. I love ordering boozy milkshakes and finger foods.
Do you have a Blue Ray?
I have one of those external drives for my Mac though I never use it.
How about HD television?
Yeah
Do you think HD television is kind of a waste of money?
No.
Do you get why people get so frickin’ freaked out during football season?
I do not, and living in a state with a hard-on for (American) football makes it weird when I tell people that I do not have a favorite football team/player.
Do you ever sneak scraps to the dog even though you’re not suppose to?
I don’t sneak him food. If I cook or order too much to eat, then I scrape a couple of cup’s worth of leftovers in his bowl. He’s probably got only a year to live so let him live it up a little.
Are you reading a book right now? If so what?
A friend gave me a copy of “The Only Good Indians” but I can't get into it so I’m reading “Full Throttle” by Joe Hill.
What was the last book you were required to read for school?
It’s been so long I can’t remember.
O donuts or jelly filled?
Whipped cream filled. I love Krispy Kreme’s whipped cream filled donuts with raspberry filled donuts as a close second.
If I’m feeling bland then I do like crullers.
Do you like your ice-cream in a bowl or cone?
Bowl unless it’s a tasty cone.
Marshmallows in your hot chocolate or no?
I could go either way unless it’s a tiny cup of chocolate.
Do you like cherry coke?
Hell yes. I love going to Sonic for a cherry-vanilla-lime Coke or this greasy little 1950s type burger joint for their cherry cokes since they load the cups with several cherries.
Do you really think diet Dr. Pepper is the equivalent of a cupcake?
No, it tastes artificial. Like a bastard child of a soft drink that wants to pass for cherry soda.
Do you snore in your sleep? Drool? Talk?
Snore and talk (I’m pretty stressed out).
Have you ever sleep walked?
no
Are you a morning person?
I am now.
How do you wake up in the mornings?
by alarm during the work week, naturally at 6-7 on vacation days.
Do you think guyliner is hot?
What is that?
Is variety the spice of life?
yeah
Do you think strawberry milk is disgusting?
I like it.
Have you ever drank after anyone?
Like sharing a cup/bottle? Yeah, loads of times.
Have you ever drank after anyone you don’t know very well?
No.
Do you have any limits on who you drink/eat after?
If we’re talking about sharing, then I will share food/drink with family and friends. If someone offers me bite-size pieces that are individually wrapped or can be torn off the main portion, I’ll eat it, but only from co-workers or acquaintances.
Would you eat a sucker if someone already ate some of it?
No.
Would you chew somebody else's gum?
Hell no.
Do you know anyone who’s going to die of mono because of that?
No.
Do you enjoy school?
My English and psychology classes.
Are you a teacher’s pet?
no
Do you have a job?
Yes.
How did you get to and from school?
Parents drove me or I walked for elementary through high school. I drove when I went to college.
Do you have a bedtime? And if so what is it?
I’m in bed between 11-12 a.m.
What time do you get up?
6 am so I can walk/exercise before the sun boils the earth in full force.
Have you ever pulled an all-nighter?
Yeah in college.
What’s more important? Beauty or brains?
brains
Do you believe in yourself?
Sometimes I do, and sometimes I don’t.
Did you ever want to be an astronaut when you were little?
No. Being a veterinarian or scientist were my highest ambitions as a small kid.
How about the president?
Never.
What did you want to be when you were little?
Veterinarian, scientist, cartoon character.
Did you ever want to be a super model?
no
Do you believe you’re attractive enough to be a super model?
No.
Have you ever had an X-ray?
Several in the past few months for pre-surgery and dental work.
What’s your favorite guy’s name? What’s your favorite girl’s name?
Guys’: Shane, Mark, Tadashi, Austin, Cade, Trip.
Girls’: Quince, Sienna, Amy, Kit, Lizzie (Elizabeth), Raven.
Who’s your second cousin’s, grandparent’s, sister?
The fuck...
Do you laugh to yourself whenever the ketchup bottle farts?
No, in fact, I get annoyed when other people hear it and ask me if I farted.
Do you have any real guns in your house?
I have several.
Do you know how to use nunchucks?
No, I bought a pair at one of those Asian imports emporiums, but I donated them since I never learned to use them. They were these crappy foam padded ones with dragons printed on the handles.
Do you know anyone who can use nunchucks?
No.
What do you want to be next Halloween?
In better health and not shitting bricks about using up my paid time off to go to doctors’ appointments.
Did you ever consider getting a job as a mall Santa?
No. I’d rather be one of his elves or a reindeer.
Are you the one responsible for taking out the garbage?
Yes. Grosses me the fuck out sometimes with smelly discarded poultry trays or rotten food, but somebody’s gotta do it.
Do you recycle?
My city has the blue recycling bins, but I heard that since we’re an ass-backward community, “recyclables” and trash all go to the same place. I just place recyclables in the blue bin to help clear up space in the trash bin. Maybe I’m wrong and this city does recycle? Can’t hurt.
When I was 11, I’d collect empty soda cans to take to the recycling guy since back in the day, they’d pay for aluminum cans. That’s how I scraped up funds for dollar movies and hot dogs.
Are you a pyro?
Yeah. I carry/collect Zippo lighters but mostly because the “click-click” is satisfying to hear since I flip the lids open and closed to relieve stress. And I burn a lot of old bills and letters with sensitive info on them.
What was the last word/thing you wrote down?
I was researching high fiber foods that are also low in carbs to make a grocery and dinner meal plan.
Sleeping or eating?
After my surgery, sleeping.
Are you overall a positive person?
I try to be realistically positive, if such a thing exists. The world will never be all sunshine and My Little Ponies, but I try to find some comfort and positivity when my world is a shit-show. Filling this survey out kinda helps.
Do you hate hypocrites?
Yeah, especially the “do as I say, not as I do” types.
For instance, a certain family member is pushing good diet and health habits, but it aggravates the hell out of me if I see him drinking high sugar iced tea or eating ice cream. Or Door-Dashing Burger King, even if it is a Beyond Whopper with a diet Coke.
Do you like to prank people?
Yes, but I do benign pranks like leaving dirty riddles and meme drawings on their front doors.
What was the worst prank you’ve ever done on anyone?
I tried fucking with a telesolicitor but I could not stop laughing.
Have you ever jumped on a trampoline in the ice?
I don’t own a trampoline.
Have you ever ice skated?
No. I tried once after a local minor league hockey game. I got the skates on, but my ankles were bending/bowing out so I changed my mind.
Ever water skiid?
No.
Is vacuum spelled funny?
Yes.
Democrat or republican?
I don’t associate formally with either party, but I hitch my pony a little to the left.
Who’s the biggest asshole you know?
My former boss circa 2013. Very unprofessional and a veritable loudmouth and a poor (shit) showman wannabe.
Pen or pencil?
Gel-ink pens.
Should all paper have holes?
nope
Speaking of holes. Swiss cheese, what’s the point of that?
Fewer calories? Spinning slices in my hand like a TV cowboy spinning his revolver in the trigger guard with his finger?
Have you ever been in a helicopter before?
No.
Own any airbrushed tshirts?
Nope, not even in the nineties.
Have you ever been suspended?
No.
Have you ever been in a fist fight?
A few playground fights as a kid.
Ever said something to someone that you didn’t mean to say?
Yes.
Do you forgive too easily?
I don’t think so.
What are you listening to right now?
The AC running.
Have you ever seen any of MCR’s music videos?
Nope.
Are you tan?
No.
Have you ever been in a tanning bed?
No. I have no desire to look like a Cheeto or woo skin cancer.
Have you ever played water volley?
Once at my uncle’s neighborhood swimming pool.
Ever had a sunburn?
Yes, from neglecting sunscreen re-applications or underestimating the sun.
How about wind burn? It hurts…..
Nah, I don't live in a cold enough climate for that.
What was the first word you learned how to say?
I think it was “mama.”
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Take A Chance IV
Simon Dominic (AOMG) x Y/N (Reader)
Genre: Romance / Angst
Count: 2.4k+
Warnings: None
Rating: Mature (suggestive, swearing)
Summary: Who would’ve thought a one night stand with Simon D would turn into FWB? It only gets more complicated when you developed feelings, against your better judgement.
Chapter One. | Chapter Two. | Chapter Three. | Chapter Four. | Chapter Five. | Chapter Six. | Chapter Seven. |
Over the course of two weeks, you and Kiseok had a pretty good routine going on. He didn't come over every night, more like every other but he called and texted you nearly every chance he got.
At first you didn't think anything of it. He would ask you how your day was, if you ate and how you were feeling. Nothing crazy or out of pocket. It was innocent most of the time, and usually followed up by making plans to see you later on.
There was nothing you could do to stop your heart from bursting out of your chest each time you heard a small chime. Nicole had glared at you once when you two were on lunch and you scrambled over the table to reach your phone.
"Is that Lover Boy?" She teased. You were thankful that, out of all the nicknames she could've used - and she had a lot of them -, lover boy was the one she had stuck with. For now.
"What?" You feigned ignorance, "I have no idea what you're talking about. That's...Amazon. My package was delivered."
She smirked, sipping her iced tea, "I'm sure it was."
After a few days, Kiseok's texts became a little more...risky. You had no problem with sexting. When in the right setting, it was hot but he would send you wild shit while you're in the middle of a meeting, or when you're trying to finish up the last of your work before heading to see him. Usually you could play it off then retreat to the bathroom to respond but when he sent a voice recording of that damned deep voice of his, you stood from your desk and went to the stairs corridor to call and cuss him out for getting you bothered at eleven in the morning. You promised punishment as soon as you were off and Kiseok was, to say the least, intrigued. That night he was stunned at how different you could be if he gave you the reigns. Days after that, he still catches himself staring after you with amazement.
From that point on, he pretty much figured out that he could make you do nearly anything with a certain voice. It was a dangerous game that you two played. It only escalated when he coaxed you to touch yourself in the private bathroom at your company with him on FaceTime. You were lucky that you had finished in record-breaking time, before any of your coworkers (or God forbid, your boss) found out what exactly you were doing.
By the time the third week rolled around, Nicole had stopped hounding you for details of your hookups. Instead, she cautioned every now again. Typically, it was the same thing.
"Don't get too attached."
"He's a celebrity. You know how society is to foreigners dating celebs."
"What if he's a player? I just don't want you to get hurt."
While you appreciated her concern, you knew it was already too late not to get attached to him. Other than text you constantly, Kiseok did little things that had your head and heart confused.
On his bad days, he would complain to you about what happened and asked for your advice, if you had any to give, on the topic. He joked and teased you just like a friend would and willingly showed you pieces of his personal and work life as well. It was subtle at first - videos of him in the studio and then pictures of his friends when he was telling you a story about them. Each time, he would bring you food or have something delivered so you both got to learn each other's eating and drinking habits. You had seen him tipsy but he made it a point not to over do it in front of you.
Kiseok was also very considerate of you and your time, which you appreciated more than anything else. He didn't hound you if you didn't text back immediately and understood if you were swamped at the office or had to cancel that one time because the work would not be done until late in the night. He just told you to take care of yourself and later, had a pizza ordered to your job. It was around that time that you noticed you were falling a little too fast. You hadn’t admitted it out-loud, instead you chose to ignore those feelings completely. Hopefully, they would magically disappear into thin air.
You both didn't get into intimate details of your life. It was only by a weird stroke of luck that he hadn't found out about Cookie. She usually called right after you got off work anyway. Kiseok was busy during the day so when you went out to meet with your daughter and her father on your off days, he was in the middle of his own jam-packed schedule. Really, he was only available during the night time so you were more of a booty call than a FWB at this point. Neither of you had defined the "relationship" so far though, so it was hard to put a name to it right now.
It was Saturday when you woke up early and got dressed in casual clothes to go with Cookie to the zoo. Her, her father and his girlfriend were flying back to the US tonight so they wanted to do one last thing to fill the hours before the boring plane ride. You had cried last night as you thought of being without your mini-me for two whole months but his family hadn't seen her since she was much younger. You knew she would have fun, especially since his parents were dying to take her to Disneyland. You wished you could take an extended vacation and go with them but you had used most of your vacation days to take Cookie to Disney World for her birthday and that was only a couple of months ago.
Either way, you were sadder these past two days and thankfully Kiseok was swamped with an upcoming project so he hadn't been over in about four days. You didn't have to explain your blood-shot eyes.
You had so much fun at the zoo with your daughter that you didn't bother touching your phone. Your ex had taken most of the pictures for you all with promises to send them to you. It was around two in the afternoon when you four decided to go to a nearby burger joint and get some lunch. Cookie was shoving her face with chicken tenders so you decided to check your phone to pass the time. There were a few new gray message bubbles.
'Hey sexy thang ;)' 10:09AM
'This song better go double platinum with all the work I'm puttin in this bitch' 11:32AM
'Don't tell me you're asleep still?' 11:38AM
'I'm going to find a way to get your sexy ass as a video vixen one of these days' 11:47AM
'Argggh PD is calling me back. Text me when you wake up' 11:51AM
'We should be done by 2. Loco is taking me to some new place for food then I'm free. Can I swing by your place?' 11:52AM
Of course they were all from Kiseok. Not even your mother texted you as much as he did and although you liked the attention, right now you wanted to focus on Cookie since you won't physically see her for weeks after this. You frowned to yourself, feeling tears well up in your eyes for the millionth time today. You were going to miss her so much.
Composing yourself, you quickly typed a reply back. 'Hey. I'm up, just a little busy today. I won't be able to see you tonight. Maybe tomorrow if you're free?' 2:16PM
With that, you locked your phone and slid it in your pocket, once again forgetting about it soon after.
Your ex's girlfriend, Mia, nudged you slightly when she saw how pensive you were. "Hey, you okay? Was that work?"
Shaking your head, you took a breath, "No, I'm just gonna miss having my best friend around."
Cookie popped up, french fries sticking out of her mouth, "I'm gonna miss you too, mommy!" Her curly hair was pulled into two pony-tails, coils springing happily as she devoured the food in record-breaking time. "Don't cry! I'll make daddy buy you a Tiana dress so we can match!"
You laughed at the sight, tears pooling in your eyes again as her father pouted. "Ok, sweetie, I'd love to match with you."
About thirty minutes later, you all were getting ready to leave when Mia said she'd swing by and grab the rental car from the parking lot. They had to go to back to their hotel to pack. You all said your goodbyes, tears flowing freely between you and Mia. Cookie looked concerned for you as she wiped your tears, kissing your cheeks to reassure you.
Your ex hugged you and thanked you again, his eyes sparkling with happiness to have his precious daughter with him. You wished you could go with them once again as you watched their car drive off.
Back at home, you were greeted with a depressingly quiet apartment. It was cold and dark, something that was going to be a common occurrence for the coming weeks. Sniffling, you made your way to Cookie’s room, scanning her pink room with a blurring gaze. You were slowly walking around the room when you felt your phone ring.
It was Mia.
"Hello?" You called, wondering what could've happened in the last hour since you parted ways.
"Hey, Y/N, Cookie is freaking out because her father forgot to ask you to bring her Peach doll," Mia nearly shouted over the distraught crying in the background. You could hear your ex trying to console Cookie, to no avail. "Can you meet us at the airport with it?"
Searching the room, you spotted the Princess Peach doll on her bed and nearly sprinted out of the door. "I got it. When is your flight again?"
"Boarding is in another hour and a half."
Shit. You scrambled to snatch your keys and shoved the doll in your purse. "Okay, I'll leave now and meet you at departures, okay? Tell Cookie mommy's on the way."
You hung up and made a mad dash down to the parking garage. The airport was about a forty-five minute drive from your place, not including traffic or any other delays like the predictable Seoul rush hour.
At his own apartment, Simon was lounging on his couch, laptop on his chest as he worked. Loco was right next to him, on Face Time with the one and only Jay Park as he was at the airport.
"Have a safe flight," Loco was saying before Kiseok slid shoulder-to-shoulder with him.
"Get there and back in once piece, boss," the oldest one teased and Jay laughed. Unfortunately, he was distracted a little too long because he suddenly collided into a woman. The phone fell, face up and there were suddenly two faces on the screen.
His body guards reacted immediately and made sure the two were alright. Mildly interested, the two on the other side of the line watched on.
"I-I'm so sorry, oh God, I'm just in a rush." The woman's voice was so eerily familiar to Kiseok that he took a second to strain to hear it over the airport commotion.
Jay was off to the side, picking up his passport and other belongings that fell. "Nah, it's alright. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, thank you. Again, I'm so sorry I wasn’t- Is this your phone?"
Without further ado, the woman picked up Jay's phone, and Kiseok felt his eyes bulge out of his skull when her face came into view.
What was Y/N doing in the airport? Loco didn't notice the other's tense reaction and simply waved at the stranger. You didn't seem to glance at the screen, yet they could easily notice your tear-stained cheeks, and just passed it back to the owner.
Over Jay reassuring her that it was fine for the third time, a loud and very male voice yelled. "Y/N! There you are!"
With another apology, you left the frame and turned towards the male voice. Jay watched the interaction for a second before continuing on his way, which was conveniently right past you. Loco was talking to the CEO like that didn't just happen when Kiseok saw you in the frame again. He was positive it was you this time around.
You wore that over-sized gray sweater that he thought was so cute on you, hair tied messily and hugging a handsome foreigner tightly. He pulled back from the hug and pushed back some pieces of your hair from your face before smiling, his lips moving. Staring up to him, you nodded, wiping your face with your sleeves. He brought you back to his chest, arms around your shoulders.
Involuntarily, Kiseok felt his jaw clench at the display of affection. His eyes tore from the phone quicker than he meant to, causing his junior to stare at him in confusion.
For the rest of the night, Loco was warily watching as the older man was fuming next to him. There was hardly any movement from his part and he was sure he was in a coma until Simon wiped out his phone, tapping it a few times before pressing it to his ear.
“Nayoung? It’s been a while. Are you free right now?”
Almost choking on his coke, Hyukwoo coughed. Why was Kiseok calling her, of all people? Once the call wrapped up, he nervously voiced his concern, “Hyung...Why are you calling her at this hour..?”
He didn’t get an immediate response, instead, Kiseok stood and glared with the power of a thousand suns at the TV in front of them.
“Am I not single? Can I not do what I want, with whoever I want, too?”
Without any further explanation, he stormed out of the apartment all together.
Hyukwoo stared after the front door in confusion. “Too?”
#simon dominic#simon dominic scenarios#aomg#aomg scenarios#jung kiseok#aomg simon d#simon d scenarios#jay park#loco#kunderdogs#kunderdogs scenario#take a chance#chapter four
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When She Says Yes
Summary: Kirishima and Bakugo go shopping for a certain piece of jewelry
A/N: Happy Birthday to the shark boi! I had this planned for Kirishima’s birthday and used one of the deleted scenes from A Hero By Another Name (would you guys believe me that the posted version is the cut down version?) as an epilogue and prequel to Angel with a shotgun.
Wordcount: 1258
“Why do you two always ask me for help when it comes to this stuff?” Bakugo huffed, his hands deep in his pockets as he watched Kirishima press his face against a display window. His eyes bounced around to each shiny object that caught his eye.
Kirishima turned back to his grumpy friend with a big smile. “This is different, bro; this needs to be perfect.”
Bakugo rolled his eyes and yanked the redhead by the back of his collar, pulling him into the store. “Yeah, yeah, I heard you at the last four stores. Let’s hurry up, I’m fucking starving.” They’d been at this all morning; just when he thought they were close to being done and Kirishima was finally going to make a decision, something always came up.
As they crossed the threshold, an attendant instantly zeroed in on them, prepped with a salesman’s smile from behind the display case. “Good afternoon sirs, how may I help you?” His peppy voice boomed as the two men stepped over.
“Well you see… I’m looking for… uh, you know…” Despite this not being the first time talking to a salesmen today, Kirishima still became flustered, clearing his throat a few times as he tried to find the right words. Kirishima leaned over the counter to whisper, his ears so red they blended in with his hair. “A ring.” But he said it so quietly that the attendant didn’t hear him.
Bakugo rolled his eyes and slammed a hand down on the counter to get the confused clerk’s attention. “We are looking for an engagement ring, and before you congratulate us, no we are not a fucking couple. It’s for this moron’s stupid girlfriend. He wants the centerpiece to be something red like his fucking hair. Oh, and it needs to be made of a material that can only be destroyed if you throw it into the middle of a god-damn volcano.”
“Uh…yes, we… I’ll gather some samples for you.” The poor clerk couldn’t walk away fast enough.
Kirishima crossed his arms at Bakugo. who leaned against the display, tapping impatiently on the glass. “Don’t fucking look at me like that. This shit is stupid and you are thinking too damn hard about it. If I let you handle it, we’ll be here forever.”
He didn’t have an opportunity to reprimand Bakugo about his attitude, even though what he said was true. The clerk came back with sample band designs, all of them able to withstand someone with a fire quirk. Thanks to the chief and Ami, he had been able to find out your ring size, as well as the ring style you would like without you ever finding out. After twenty minutes of standing there, having tray after tray coming out, only to be sent back, his eyes landed on one in the top right corner. The ring had a red amethyst as its centerpiece, a color that Kirishima felt went much better with your skin, Picking up the delicate band with a grin on his face, he turned to a yawning Bakugo. “This is it. It’s perfect.”
“Great! Lets pack it up and get the fuck out!” Bakugo dusted off his hands and stomped right out of the store. Kirishima could only laugh nervously while looking at the clerk, he signed off paperwork and paid.
Kirishima quickly ran after Bakugo, who already had his heart set on a burger joint. He silently cheered in his head at the smell of greasy burgers. They sat in the back of the restaurant, hidden away in a corner to avoid being recognized. It was silent as they ate; Kirishima couldn’t help but let his mind wander into all sorts of “what ifs”. “What if she says no?”
“Do I need to fucking punch you again? Cause I will. I will beat those fucking insecurities out of your dumbass head.” Bakugo slammed a fist on the table and reached over to jab a finger into Kirishima’s chest, not caring if someone heard him. He was ready to fucking yell after today.
But Kirishima yielded, holding up his hands in surrender, “Okay, okay.”
It was silent again as they continued to eat, nearly done. “So if she says yes—
FUCK!”
Bakugo kicked Kirishima under the table as hard as he could while sitting down. Kirishima sighed, understanding what Bakugo was doing, and rephrased his sentence. “After she says yes, would you be my best man?”
Bakugo scoffed as he stole a fry from Kirishima’s tray. “Of course, I’m the reason why the two of you pining dipshits even got together. Just don’t get lost out there without me.”
The two of you were finally doing that hike to Mt. Fuji like promised so long ago. It felt like forever since that first camping trip. The three of you had since gone camping together more and sometimes the rest of the Bakusquad would even come. But this is the first time the two of you will be going alone, with no one else to get between you and what Kirishima had planned. He tapped the pocket that held the precious velvet box. “We are doing the low level hike. Best views of Mt. Fuji without breaking a sweat.”
“Weak, that’s for kids and the fucking elderly.” Bakugo frowned at the weird look that was forming on Kirishima’s face. It was like he was staring off into space and the deeper he went, the more disgusting his grin became. He had a feeling that the redhead was think of something barf worthy, but he still asked. “What?”
“Just thinking that maybe we can take our kids there in the future, to the camping grounds.” Kirishima sighed happily, imagining taking his son or daughter to Mt. Fuji or on a camping trip and pointing to the great mountain, telling them that that’s where their father declared his love for their mother and asked her to be his wife. You, becoming his wife…Kirishima ___ has a nice ring to it.
Bakugo grimaced; his gut had been right and he felt like barfing now. He aggressively slurped down his soda before speaking. “Ugh gross, don’t get fucking sappy on me. I don’t want to think about you…spawning.” Food gone, they stood up and threw away their trash before heading out.
Ignoring the fake gagging sounds, Kirishima decided to tease him a bit. “Hey, when we have kids, will they call you Uncle Kats? Uncle Suki? Katsuki is too hard for small kids to say.”
“I’m an only child dumbass. I won’t be a fucking uncle.”
Throwing an arm around his bro, he continued to tease. “Hmm, maybe Uncle Kacchan.”
The blonde stopped in his tracks, pushing off Kirishima’s arm as he glared dangerously. “Say that shit again, and you won’t be able to father any mini-sharks.” Bakugo tried to speed walk away from Kirishima. “The day I’m called Uncle anything will be the same day I’ll be nice to fucking Deku.”
Kirishima jogged lightly beside him. “You’re just jealous cause you haven’t fallen in love yet.”
“Gross, like I’d ever do something like that.”
Throwing his arm back over his best friend and poking at the wrinkle between his brows with his finger, Kirishima let out a deep belly laugh. “Haha, we’ll see. You’ll meet someone and then you’re going to need my help. Don’t worry, I got your back bro. Also, I could be Uncle Ei to your kids.”
“Idiot. Why are we even friends?” He said that, but he couldn't help but smile for said happy idiot.
#kirishima eijirou#kirishima eijiro#kirishima x reader#kirishima eijiro x reader#kirishima eijirou x reader#happy birthday sharkboi
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Watcher AU: Cryptids
How Steven Lim, guardian angel, befriended Ryan Bergara, Adam Bianchi, and finally Andrew Ilnyckyj (Shane and Jake Bergara to an extent as well)
look @mousemadej I finally did it!
*Steven is an angel, but not the typical type of Angel. Some traits were taken from the bible and some from what general pop culture describes as angel to make one Steven Angel. I should add though, I mention that Steven has a flaming sword. In the bible the angel guarding the garden of eden was gifted a flaming sword by God to guard it. I decided to take that element and just say fuck it all guardian angels have it now.
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He remembers being a young angel and hearing whispers of a new, special angel. About his age, this angel had jet black hair, soft almost sad brown eyes, and jet black wings. He had no halo, no glow, no blinding white wings. Instead he had red eyes, sharp claws, and big open heart. As someone with a big heart too, it was friendship at first sight.
Ryan looked up at him and whispered, “Why do they keep staring at me?” In truth it was because of a genetic disorder, but little Steven didn’t understand that.
Instead he took little Ryan’s hand and said, “I don’t know, they’re weird. Wanna go play?” Ryan smiled at him and they flew off the go play in the playground together.
Throughout their lives they were near inseparable. Nothing could prevent that, not even Ryan taking on sole responsibility of Jake. Steven just made a joke about being an old married couple and went with it. Adam fit with them too, like another puzzle piece. Steven befriended him while training to become a guardian angel. He was practicing swimming in the ocean when a large man with a big brown beard and similarly brown eyes and the most gorgeous tail Steven’s ever seen approached him. At first they just stared at each other, Steven because his brain overloaded on Adam Bianchi cuteness, Adam because he just didn’t like talking.
It took a few minutes for Steven’s brain to start up again. Immediately he spewed out words faster than he could say them. Adam was shocked silent. For a while he let Steven ramble about... how pretty his tail was? with a neutral expression on until he took pity and gave him a small smile.
That smile almost broke Steven’s brain all over again, but luckily he saved himself just before repeating this process all over again. “Hi, my name’s Steven, sorry about the ramble. I’m here with my friends.” He pointed to where the Bergara boys were sunbathing on the beach. They looked unaware of the situation. They were not. “What’s your name?”
Adam continued smiling, “Adam, It’s nice to meet you Steven.” Adam shook his hand. Soft hands, Steven noted.
“Preparing for the guardian angel entrance exam?” Adam asked.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I am. The- my friends were lucky enough to already know swimming, I am not so lucky.”
Adam chuckled. “I can tell. Want me to give you lessons?”
“Would you?”
Adam spent the rest of the afternoon preparing Steven for his test. He wasn’t awful, by angel standards, but Adam knew he could improve. When the sun finally set Adam was satisfied. The Bergaras invited him to join them for dinner. He agreed and they all hit up a local burger joint.
Unsurprisingly, Steven would earn his place in the guardian angel league. They were all so proud of him. Jake loved to hear stories Steven would tell of his charges. His favourite was Keith Habersberger, a soldier in Vietnam. Keith would end up being Steven’s second to last charge, unbeknownst to him. The guy was funny and friends with three other soldiers in his platoon. Steven hoped to get him home alive to his wife Becky.
On his off days, Steven would try and help Jake be a guardian angel. When Heaven told him no Ryan raged. With some help, Ryan managed to get Jake into heaven’s guardian angel program. Steven wasn’t happy with the cost of such an action, but they were already in too deep to do anything about it. Besides, by supporting Ryan, Steven was put on Heaven’s shit list. One wrong move and he’d be kicked out. Helping people was Steven’s passion, he couldn’t give it up.
His newest charge was Andrew Ilnyckyj. He was about a 5′ 10′’ white guy that happened to work at Buzzfeed. That bit of information piqued Steven’s interest. He remembered that Ryan had gotten a job hunting demons at that same company and visited the place himself.
Steven ended up getting a job there (don’t tell heaven he lied on his resume).
Andrew Ilnyckyj was nothing like he expected. He was quiet and serious and handsome and oh god. Anytime Steven tried to talk to him he’d start stuttering and blushing up a storm. He couldn’t focus with Andrew which is unfortunate since he’s his charge.
Steven bemoans all this to Ryan one day as they fly up up up into the sky. It makes him laugh. “Dude! that’s not helpful.”
“I know I know it’s just been a while since I’ve seen Steven Lim with a crush.”
Steven could feel his cheeks heat up with a wicked blush. “I-I don’t. I have a crush don’t I?”
Ryan nodded. He patted Steven on the back in a comforting gesture. “It’s not the end of the world buddy, although it might be if you don’t eat enough. You’re getting too skinny.”
Steven squaked insultedly. “I am not skinny!” Ryan quickly poked him in the side and he could feel rib.
“Oh sure, golden boy. Not skinny at all. You’re burning too much stored fat flying with me and trying to warm your body to regular human body temperatures. Either you eat more or we’re stopping our flight dates.” Steven rolled his eyes at Ryan’s snipe but gave observation some thought.
~~~~
Steven took the advice to heart (well after Adam agreed with Ryan that Steven was getting skinnier) and came up with an idea.
Andrew likes food. Steven likes spending time with Andrew and needs to eat more. Adam likes food.
Thus worth it was born.
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Andrew knew that all Buzzfeed employees were going to end up being somewhere on the weird scale but then he met Ryan Bergara and Steven Lim. Adam seemed pretty normal though. The both of them just oozed eccentricity. They walked like they got an awful weight on their back and rock on their soles of their feet like they’re trying to fly. Ryan keeps looking around like he’s hiding something while Steven wears sweaters in eighty degree weather.
Andrew makes up his mind to avoid them. He befriended Adam is that not enough? Apparently it was not.
One day Steven corners him. He’s wearing a thin blue button up and a jacket is hanging off his arm. Andrew feels Steven drape himself onto his back and the first thing Andrew’s struck with is that Steven’s ice cold. The second is thing Andrew realizes is that Steven is draped over his back and he doesn’t know if he loves it or hates it.
The air is tense. To Andrew, nothing else can be heard. Adam stares at them out of the corner of his eye, silent. “Hey, hey, both of you. I have a great idea. Food at different price points.”
“What?”
Adam snorts and says, “Explain it more in detailed Ste, and put on a jacket, you’re going to catch a cold.” The underlying meaning was that Andrew would get suspicious of Steven’s abnormal body temperature. Steven undrapped himself from Andrew and put on his jacket. He also warms himself up but not enough that his angel glow can be shown.
Angels don’t have blood and hearts, only demons do. Demons are more like humans to convince them to sin using the sympathetic I-understand-what-you’re-going-through method. Angels are supposed to be ethereal, otherworldly as a symbol of what humans should inspire to be. Because of this, angel’s consciously generate heat which can appear as a glow if there’s enough heat. When Steven masquerades as a human he has to always be careful to not overheat. Usually he just ends up under-heating which causes a whole nother set of problems. Adam and Ryan have to continuously remind him to wear sweaters and such to mask this fact.
Steven can already feel himself warming slightly with the inclusion of the thick jacket all zipped up. Andrew can already feel himself missing Steven’s touch. Wait. The thought makes him blink a few times in surprise. He’s talked to Steven a few times,but liking his touch? Andrew’s going to get an aneurysm at this rate.
He is so caught up in his own whirlwind of a mind that he almost misses Steven’s slightly more detailed explanation of a new video series. “Ok so we take one specific food like pizza and then we go to three different restaurants at three drastically different prices and say which one is the best.”
Andrew looked at Steven slightly confused. “How did you come up with this? How are we going to pay for it?”
“Buzzfeed agreed to pay for it-” Steven started.
“And Steven’s too skinny.” Adam poked Steven a certain way to make him giggle. The sound was music to Andrew’s ears. The thought of Steven being too skinny wasn’t though. He looked Steven up and down to see for himself. His gaze made Steven blush up to his ears. Andrew fought back a smile, even a self-satisfied one.
“You want me to go with you?” Andrew asked Steven. He watched as Steven nodded enthusiastically then scratch the back of his neck.
“Yeah that’s the hope. It’d be you and me in front of the camera and Adam behind it. What do you say?”
Andrew thought about it for a minute, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to say no. “Sure when’s the first day of shooting?”
Steven’s smile was the most brilliant thing he’d ever seen. What have I gotten myself into? he wondered to himself. “First day is burgers on Monday! I’ll see you there partner.” Steven gave him a smile before walking off.
Andrew sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He played with one of Adam’s many bottles on his desk. “You’re going to have fun,” Adam told him, half-comfortingly half-commanding.
~~~~
Worth it, Andrew came up with the name, was better than Steven could’ve ever expected. Originally it was a chance to keep a better eye on Andrew and maintain a healthy weight. Steven put in the work, but he didn’t think it would flourish like it did. Then he was going to New York, Taiwan, and Japan! It’s been a while since Steven’s been here. He marvels at the difference a hundred years can make on architecture. Adam listens patiently while he rambles.
Steven and Andrew grow closer after working together long hours. His puns seem more endearing and his giggle is the cutest thing Steven’s heard. He likes to make up many silly dances just to get Andrew to smile. Being called fancy boy only becomes endearing when Andrew or Adam says it. Steven wonders about the consequences about gutting Ryan every time he says it.
They spend time together. Ryan loves to tease the ever loving shiz out of Steven when they go flying or visit Jake. Steven’s proud of Jake so he tells himself that for Jake and to be able to keep his job he won’t kill Ryan. That promise is harder to keep when Ryan teases Steven in front of Andrew though. Adam has to steer Steven away before he does something he’ll regret.
Andrew always gives a weird look to Ryan before getting back to his work. Internally, he wonders what Steven’s look means. Does he like him back? Does just not like to be teased? Andrew really hopes that Steven likes him back. He thinks Steven’s nose scrunch is cute and his enthusiasm is refreshing. Despite how he acts, Andrew craves Steven’s touch. He likes it when Steven drapes an arm over his shoulder or carries him like Steven did in their Sushi episode.
Adam says that maybe he should say something. (He tells both of them that actually) The fear that Steven doesn’t reciprocate his feelings is too strong. What they have is nice, if it took on a new direction Andrew would love that, but he can’t risk it. He has too much to lose.
~~~~
They happened to work late that day. Andrew wanted to finish this one edit before going home. Steven had a bad feeling so he decided to stay with Andrew. “Come on Drew, let’s go home,” Steven whined slightly and his eyes kept darting around the room.
Andrew scoffed and payed him no mind. “You’re as anxious as Ryan right now. It’s Buzzfeed we’re going to be fine.”
“Just hurry up will you.” Steven’s hackles were up and every sound made him want to unsheath his flaming sword. Too slow, Andrew finished his work and they said they could go. Steven grabbed his upper arm and brisked them out of the office to Steven’s car.
“I have my own car Steven.” Andrew jokingly protested. He’s not used to this paranoid, over-protective version of Steven. It’s endearing but also concerning.
Steven gaze, usually not this heavy, was dead on him. “I can drive you home? Please, just stay with me a little bit more? Something doesn’t feel right, and I-”
Andrew could tell that Steven was starting to get agitated so in an effort to calm him down Andrew squeezed his hand, and shushed him a bit. “Ok, ok, it’s okay Stevie. I’ll go with you, just breathe.”
Steven nodded shakily and let go of Andrew. “Sorry if I gripped you too hard.”
“No you’re grip was just right. I’m going...” Andrew trailed off and pointed to the passenger seat. Steven nodded as Andrew walked to sit in the passenger seat. Once catching his breath, Steven slid into the drivers seat. “Hey Stevie, are you sure you can drive now?”
“Yeah I’m fine I got this.” Steven pulled out the parking lot and headed over to Andrew’s house. They sat in tense silence. Steven was too paranoid to make conversation and Andrew was too worried about Steven to initiate any either.
As they drove along they saw well heard this person cry on the side of the road. Andrew looked at Steven to see if he’d slow down to stop. He didn’t. “Hey Stevie aren’t you going to pull over?” Steven pursed his lip but made no movement to pull over. Andrew was shocked. “Steven!”
At first Andrew didn’t think Steven would pull over. He was worried he would have to get involved but Steven sighed and pulled over. Andrew hoped out of the car and ran over to the person. Steven followed him at a much slower pace. The overwhelming need to draw out his sword was starting to get debilitating. He tried to focus on Andrew’s voice but it sounded like he was talking through water.
Then he screamed.
Steven never heard anything clearer.
A giant vampire had torn of a giant chunk in Andrew’s side and was now feasting in his blood. Steven’s vision matched the color Andrew was lying in. His whimpers and cries of pain filled his head and fueled his rage. The Flaming Sword light up the scene as Steven spread his wings and fought. The vampire tried to put up a fight, but he was no match for Steven Lim. All it took was one stab to the heart to take this guy out. Then Steven burned the vampire alive. He figured God wouldn’t be too upset since vampire’s weren’t His favorite creature.
“Steven?” The voice was tired, groggy and too breathy for Steven’s comfort. Everything was red and Andrew’s pale and Steven might be having a panic attack.
“Sh. Sh SH. Ok Andy, darling, baby. Just breathe.” Maybe if he wasn’t in panic mode he’d remember Adam teasing him about how pet names slip out of him when he’s really nervous, but the thought completely eludes him now. He strips off his jacket covering the dead body Andrew’s lying next to and then takes off his shirt to try and stop the bleeding. The shirt was pure white with vertical grey stripes running up it. Now it’s soaked blood red but Steven doesn’t throw it away.
He vaguely feels a hand on his stomach and almost almost jumps at the touch. So this was the bad thing. You idiot, you should’ve prepared for this. You could’ve prevented this. Now he’s dying and it’s your fault. Steven tries to think that it isn’t true but Andrew’s breathing is labored and unfocused and isn’t it true?
“Wow- wow, usually you-you don’t lose the shirt until the second date. No shirt first date is big, this must’ve been en a big first date.” Andrew’s so out of it he stutters and slurs his words. They make Steven pause though, well mentally, he’s not losing Andrew without a fight.
“Shhshsh Wait what? No Andrew shush this isn’t a date. Just focus on breathing alright. I’m going to try something.” There was a trick he learned when he was a kid. A certain trick that allows you to almost call people when you need help. Him and Ryan used to use that trick all the time they were exploring as kids. Now it’s become even more useful as adults.
He’s so concentrated on pulling off the trick that he almost misses Andrew’s next words. Almost. “Wh-what? This is a date. This is a date cause I love you and you love me because you have to like me right Steven?” Andrew can barely look at him and Steven wants to cry. He puts more pressure on the wound with his right hand and uses his left hand to cup Andrew’s face. Tears freely falled down his face as he guided Andrew to look at him.
“Whatever you want.”
Andrew smiled.
~~~~~
Ryan carrying Adam arrived shortly after Andrew passed out. Together the three of them confirmed that the poor stranger did die, but Andrew didn’t. Steven sobbed in relief when hearing that. They performed an old ritual that Steven and Ryan learned in their childhood (Ryan got a nasty cut and Mrs. Bergara inadvertently showed them a method on how to quickly stabilize critically wounded people). Steven then gathered up Andrew into his arms and flew him to his house. Ryan and Adam followed closely behind.
They set him down in Steven’s bed and quickly got to work saving him. Since Andrew was human, none of them could donate blood on his own so Ryan quickly got a few blood bags to use. Steven would usually ask if he got them legally, but he was too focused on Andrew to care.
Adam got some deep-sea medicines while Ryan helped Steven with the initial medicine. It was hours before Steven felt even semi-comfortable leaving Andrew’s side. All three boys were almost fainting with exhaustion. Ryan suggested they all pass out on Steven’s couch after telling Buzzfeed they won’t be at work tomorrow. Steven protested at first. Adam and Ryan each took a hand and dragged him over to the couch though. With tangled limbs, the trio finally fell asleep.
~~~
Andrew felt groggy when he woke up. Then he felt extremely cold. Confusion hit him like a truck when he realized that he couldn’t feel a heartbeat. Panic filled his senses as he tried to do something to fix this. The room around him looked familiar enough. Steven’s bedroom his hand supplied. That did not ease his confused state in any way shape or form. One look around though did confirm that this was in fact Steven’s bedroom. He could see photos of Steven throughout the ages on the nightstand on the bed. A note written in Adam’s handwriting told him to take the adjacent medication. Andrew did as he was told. As his digestive system processed the medication his ears picked up on the sound of commotion outside the door.
Andrew felt too weak to walk so he tried to strain his ears to hear what the voices were saying. He sadly couldn’t understand anything other than the fact that it was Steven and Ryan doing a lot of the arguing. Pain in his jaw started to become more apparent. He rubbed it and felt something sharp prick him. He tried to suck on the wound, but he felt another, more painful, prick. Andrew tried to scream but it just ended up being one loud garbled up sound. Steven burst through the door glowing mad. Ryan and Adam followed him a few paces behind.
Steven knelt in front of Andrew and tried to help him. Andrew jerked away from him in fear. “Andrew, Andy,” Steven took a step back from him with his hands raised. “It’s- Let me help.”
“I’ll go get the first aid kit Stevie.” Ryan ducked out of the room leaving the Worth it trio alone. A tinge of jealousy filled him when he heard Ryan call Steven a nickname.
“Take your hand out of your mouth Andrew.” Adam softly commanded. Though painful, Andrew pulled his hand off his teeth. Steven murmured a curse under his breath. His glow brightened a second before ceasing with a look from Adam. Ryan opened the door but paused when he saw Andrew.
“Fuck… at least he’s not dead.” Ryan handed the first aid kit to Adam then went to stand by Steven. He rubbed a hand up and down Steven’s back in an attempt to comfort him. “He is dead Ryan. I failed and -”
“Shush. I’ve been looking for a new reason to pick a fight with God.” Despite his anger at himself and at the vampire that hurt Andrew, Steven chuckled.
“You always knew the right thing to say.”
“I try.”
~~~~
It wasn’t easy, accumulating Andrew to the supernatural. Helping him adjust to no heartbeat and sharp bloodsuckers wasn’t easy, but there were some good moments too. Steven was particularly fond of the moment he got to take Andrew flying. With a lot of convincing from Steven and Adam, Andrew let Steven lift him up into the sky.
Andrew tightened his grip on Steven as they soared higher and higher. “Don’t like heights, Andy?”
Andrew grumbled into his neck. “Planes are fine, hiking is fine, this is none of those.”
“You’ll love it, Andy.” For once, Andrew agreed.
One day, before Shane turned into a demon and a new batch of chaos erupted on their lives, Andrew stood with Adam and Steven on Steven’s front porch.
“The whole beach thing, and obsession with water? Makes sense now,” Andrew told Adam. The ever stoic man did nothing but nod once.
“As much of a mess my life is now, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I would still agree to do Worth it with you and I would still force you to pull over to help the person. No regrets.” A breath Steven didn’t know he was holding flew out of his mouth. He grabbed Andrew’s hand, kissed the knuckles and brought it to his heart. Andrew kissed him on the cheek before leaning into Adam’s side.
“Life has been more fun with you too,” Adam mused.
“Yeah.” The boys watched the sunset on another very, very odd day.
#standrew#stamandrew#ish#like you can definitely read it that way#so yeah cool#I'm sorry this took so long I hope it wasn't anti-climatic#ella's worth it fics#we're all fic writers here#you know#If I ever write a fic and the fandom is more watcher based#I'm going to get such a headache
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Rambling Road
Commission for @thekidsmaybealright
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Dean can’t remember the last time he loved a road trip this much.
Before the fire, road trips meant something special: it meant windows rolled down, laughter, and sour candy from the gas station. It meant his dad’s eyes crinkling at the corners and Mary’s long blonde hair streaming in the wind as she looked back at Dean in the backseat with a sparkling grin.
But after Mary died, road trips became commonplace. Dean quickly realized just how much road trips had changed when the windows were always rolled up because of the cold winter, when there was no laughter (just John driving with his shoulders slouched over the wheel), when John refused to buy sour candy from the gas station.
Dean got over it, of course. And when it was just him and Sam, before the world went to crap, road trips became fun again. It meant practical jokes, burgers, laughter.
But this one, in particular… it’s different.
Maybe because now, for the first time, it’s just him and Cas.
They found a hunt in California. Dean bitched about the long drive until Cas offered to go with them. Then Jack got a cold a little conveniently, and Sam volunteered to stay behind.
Now, five hours into the trip, Dean has to train his eyes on the road in order to not swerve into the shoulder each time he catches a glimpse of Cas. The angel only has a t-shirt on due to the heat, his hair is mussed from the wind, and the aviator shades he’s wearing are making him unfairly hot.
Cas adjusts in his seat, the v-neck of his t-shirt slipping down his chest. Dean stiffens; the car wheels veer to the right. “What do you often do on these trips?” Cas asks.
To distract himself, Dean drums an uneven beat on the steering wheel. “Whaddaya mean?”
“The drive is long,” Cas says, as if that explains everything.
“You knew how long this drive was going to be before we left, dude.”
Cas lets out a noise of exasperation. “I am merely asking—”
“I can stop at a gas station and get you a toy, if that’ll make you happy,” Dean adds with a grin.
“Dean,” Cas says with the typical impatience of a centuries-old angel.
“We can put on some music,” Dean offers. “We’re not through your musical education of 80s rock yet.”
“I like 2000s pop better,” Cas protests.
Dean scoffs, “Sam has no business making you listen to that crap. Don’t listen to that shit anymore.”
“You don’t dictate my auditory senses, Dean.”
Dean places an arm on the open window, feeling the sun beat down on his skin. “Either way, the fact stays: driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”
And, just to be an asshole, Dean buys Cas an “I Spy” scavenger road trip game at the next pit stop.
“Do you ever tire of road trips?” Cas asks. He glances down at the paper in front of him and then at the road again. “Blue BMW,” he adds.
“Blue Prius,” Dean amends. “You’re shit at this.”
Cas rolls his eyes but dutifully gives Dean the point anyway. He then stares at him expectantly.
“I guess I get tired of ‘em,” Dean says, eventually. “They can get boring sometimes. Depends on the company.” As Cas opens his mouth to reply, Dean beats him to the punch: “And yes, Cas, you’re good company.”
Cas glances away; smiles.
Dean grips the wheel tighter, forces himself to stare at the road. “Yield sign,” he says. “My point.”
They stop at a burger joint in the middle of California nowhere. They sit in an uncomfortable booth and keep not-so-accidentally bumping each other’s feet as they eat their burgers. Dean reaches out and wipes a dash of ketchup off the corner of Cas’s lip with his thumb. Cas stares at him, surprised; Dean holds his gaze.
It’s hours later, when the sun is setting behind the mountain range, that Dean says, unnecessarily, “Used to love road trips when I was young.”
Cas was drifting in and out of sleep; he fully awakes to turn his head to Dean and ask, “Why?”
Dean shrugs. “Because of my mom, mostly. She made it fun. Also, the destination.”
“As opposed to your destinations nowadays that ensure certain danger,” Cas says.
“Yeah. We’d go to fun places. Like… I dunno, Disneyland. The Chicago Art Museum. Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.” Dean glances at Cas. “We could go there sometime. If you want.”
Cas stretches his arms as long as they can go in the car, yawning. “As long as we can fly.”
“But driving there is half the fun of it,” Dean says. “There’s also no way I’m letting you yank my ass into the air again, no way.”
“I’ll make the landings smoother next time,” Cas promises with a grin.
“Bullshit you will,” Dean laughs.
Cas’s eyes hold Dean’s; flicker away to the dim window. “I suppose you have a point,” he says, “about the journey. Traveling for so long, with such patience and effort, almost makes the destination more appreciated.”
The leather wheel crinkles under Dean’s hands as they adjust. He has a feeling they’re not discussing road trips anymore. “Yeah,” he says, quietly.
They shack up in a small motel with an neon-orange vacancy sign. There’s a room available with two twin beds, and Dean forces himself not to be disappointed.
“Do all motel rooms smell like cheese?” Cas asks as he deposits his duffel bag onto a creaky bed.
“The crappy ones do.” Dean sits on the opposite bed, toes off his boots.
Cas pulls off his shirt, causing Dean to have a mild cardiac arrest. “And it’s customary for all road trips to have bad accommodations?”
“Only when you’re a poor hunter,” Dean says. He stands; feeling like he has somewhere to be, but nowhere to go. “We can, uh.” He palms the back of his sweaty neck. “We can go on a proper road trip sometime, if you want. You, me, Jack, Sam. Somewhere without monsters for once.”
Cas nods. “I’d like that.”
Dean notices that they’re gravitating toward each other, getting closer into each other’s orbit. “We’d make sure to pack plenty of road games, for Jack, obviously. And for you, so you won’t whine.”
Cas rolls his eyes, but takes another step toward Dean anyway, so that they’re almost an arm’s length apart. “Naturally.”
“And, uh.” Dean licks his dry lips. “We’d get a good hotel room. One with good beds, so our backs don’t go out.”
“You are getting old,” Cas agrees. It’s said so softly that Dean doesn’t even process the words. Cas looks up. “Dean—”
“Cas…” Dean reaches out; skims Cas’s bare arm. “You know, crappy beds and food and destination aside… I just like being with you, you know.”
“I’m glad.” Cas is doing that thing again, where his eyes are so blue and deep and gorgeous that Dean feels like he’s drowning in them.
“It’s more about the journey anyway, right?” Dean asks, barely raising his voice. He knows Cas can hear him, because Cas is close enough now that their chests are almost touching and Dean can feel Cas’s breath on his cheek.
“Yes,” Cas says, barely gets the word out before he’s tumbling forward and meeting his lips with Dean’s, melting their bodies together.
The last coherent thought Dean has, as they both fall onto the small bed and springs protesting from their weight, is that he can’t remember the last time he loved a road trip this much.
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Catch You on the Flip Side | Jordan&Devin
date: May 8th
summary: fight night, hot chip, weird bosses, big apples
Jordan opened his laptop, tucked his hair behind his ears, and then mussed his hair up again so it looked shaggy. He sent a quick confirmation message and clicked the call button on the Discord chat. He smiled as the call was answered, and rested his chin in his hand. “Hey. What’s going on?”
Devin flopped back on her bed and held the phone over her face as she answered the call. “Hey!” She grinned back at him and rolled onto her stomach. “What’s up? How’s your freaky delinquent camp?”
Jordan gave a small wave and raised his eyebrows at her. “I mean, same old, same old, I guess.” He wasn’t really sure what he could tell her that would interest her of the affairs at camp. “There’s this fight night thing going on in a few.”
“Fight night? The fuck is that?” Devin’s interest was peaked. “Say more right now.”
Jordan rolled his eyes but looked more amused than annoyed. “Man, it’s some shit you’d be really into, honestly. People are just going to some place called the ‘Rat Cage’ which is some creepy, unlit basement, and they’re just totally brawling it out.” He sighed. “My roommate’s going, and he’s this jacked dude, but I’m still kinda scared he’s gonna get brained and I’ll have to inherit two tiny birds and a giant raccoon.”
“Ugh, I want your life. The Rat Cage? The fucking Rat Cage? I’d kill for a good murder basement right now.” Devin turned her phone to show the sunlight streaming in through her bedroom window. “Literally kill, look at this shit. The walls are painted yellow like I’m a genderless baby and the only food Gene buys is like, fucking carrots and protein shakes.” She shook her head and turned the camera back to her. “Roll it back though. Giant raccoon?”
Jordan clasped his hands below his chin and looked at the room that seemed very warm and appealing. “And here I was thinking I was talking to a genderless baby this whole time. You’re telling me I’m wrong? False advertisement.” He exhaled a small laugh and nodded. “Big Spenca,” he said in his best mock-Australian accent. “He’s this big raccoon statue that my roommate got… somewhere? I dunno, I like to keep the mystery going. I think Tai’s working on a whole hat collection for him now. I’ll take a pic for you once I’m his father.”
Devin snorted. “RIP to your roommate and all but when he bites it can we take joint custody of this fuckin’, uhh, Aussie raccoon?”
Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously asking if you can help raise a big ass raccoon statue with me, A) without seeing him, and B) without even being here? You don’t even have to go out to get cigarettes, you can just stop answering my calls.”
“Yeah? Duh?” Devin grinned at him. “You trying to tell me I’d be a shit raccoon mom? Asshole.”
“Um, yeah, duh?” Jordan made the Gavin Face™️. “For one, you’re a human.”
“Bigot.” Devin rolled onto her side. “I can be whatever I put my mind to.”
Jordan snorted and shook his head, covering his mouth with his hand as he smiled. “Fuck you. What’s up there? Just had your protein shake-and-carrot soup for lunch?”
Devin groaned. “Fuck, literally. There were so many peas in it. And kale, Gene’s trying to kill me.”
“Peas and kale, damn, dude.” He shook his head and grinned impishly at her. “You guys are like modern Popeyes.”
Devin shifted the phone to just one hand so she could flip him off. Immediately afterwards, she slapped her forehead and groaned again. “We are. I need to go get a burger the second this convo is over. Chop chop, let’s get it moving.”
“Damn, alright, asshole. I’ll hang up then?” Jordan raised his eyebrows but didn’t move to hang up the call.
“Do it.” Devin didn’t move to hang up either. “Been up to much lately or do people think you’re too weird?”
“You already asked that.” Jordan leaned back on his hands and watched his screen. “I went looking for shit in some tide pools recently. I found a crab and dangled it it from my sweater sleeve. It was pretty cool.” He tilted his head back and forth. “I went chasing rabbits the other day too.”
“Okay, fuck off, you gave me new answers this time.” Devin blew a piece of hair out of her face. “Sweet, I’d kill for crabs. Not the STD, shut up, I heard it when I said it. Chasing rabbits? They don’t feed you anymore?”
Jordan had already been opening his mouth for a retort when he was told to fuck off, so her just grinned at her. “Nah, they never did. I’m withering away to dust.” He pat his stomach and shrugged one shoulder. “We don’t kill the rabbits, we just chase them, but not too much, so we don’t ’anger the spirits’.” He did air quotes at the last words.
“They say the camera adds ten pounds but you’re still a twig on video.” Devin pointed her finger at the screen. “Hippie man.”
Jordan flipped off the camera pointedly and then shrugged. “You never answered what you’ve been up to. Your life that boring?”
“Ugh, literally.” Devin climbed off her bed and stuck her head out of her room to double check the coast was clear before starting towards the kitchen. “All I do is work out, fight with Gene, eat hot chip and lie.” She opened the fridge. “Got a job working at the mall. The fucking mall, I shit you not. What should I eat?”
“Oh my god, does he have you on lockdown or something? Not allowed out of your bedroom for a snack? Since when do you let people control you, Dev?” Jordan flashed a teasing smile as his eyebrows shot up. “The fucking mall? What do you do? Please tell me it involves a dorky hat.” He smirked at her. “Eat hot chip.”
Devin rolled her eyes and put her phone face down on the counter. “Whatever, asshole, I didn’t want him to try and argue with you.” She pulled out the ingredients to start making a sandwich, then propped her phone up so she was visible on the screen again. She pointed the knife she was buttering the bread with towards him. “Selling sunglasses. I have to wear a polo shirt.”
Jordan watched the screen go dark with his cheek leant against his fist. “With me? Don’t you mean you don’t want him to argue with you while I put my computer on mute and watch you tackle your brother?” He snorted and shook his head at her. “Sunglasses? Desgostang. What colour polo?”
“Exactly.” Devin snapped at the screen and went back to making her sandwich. “Pink and blue. Like, both colours at once. I want to eat it it’s so gross.”
Jordan snorted. “Why would you eat it if it was gross, freak?”
“Fuck you, that’s why. Creative license.” Devin put the sandwich in her mouth to carry back to her room and picked the phone back up. “Mmf mm hmm mmf.”
Jordan rested his hand on his stomach as he laughed at her and shook his head. “Come again?"
"Devin, are you up for a game of screw your neighbor?” Gene’s voice came before he did, and he gave her a smile. “Oh, who’re you talking to?”
Devin stopped before her brother. She took the sandwich out of her mouth and held up her hand until she stopped chewing. “Jordan.”
Jordan sighed and got ready to mute his computer as Gene tensed. Why didn’t you just lie, Dev, Jordan thought with an eye roll.
“Oh.” Gene frowned. “Why? Isn’t it, like, Friday night for him? Doesn’t he have some camp stuff?”
Devin shrugged. “I dunno, I’m not his mom.”
“Yeah, that’d be weird, since you have such a big crush on him.” Gene rolled his eyes at Devin, then stepped back to avoid getting slapped. “So no cards?"
Jordan laid back in his bed and willed himself to die.
"Oh my god, Gene, fuck!” Devin hurled her phone at him. “Fuck off, no, leave me alone!”
Gene sidestepped out of the way of the phone and braced himself for if she came barreling after it. “Fine, whatever. Don’t be so dramatic. And maybe give Eli a call while you’re at it.” He turned and disappeared back into his room.
Jordan heard a crash on screen and then yelling, and propped himself up so that he could see. The call hadn’t yet disconnected, and he heard a door closing, so he thought the call might continue, and gave Devin a few minutes to decide.
“Jesus Christ,” Devin muttered to herself as she picked her phone back up. “He’s a fucking dick, sorry for yeeting you. I was aiming for the face. Fuck his fucking reflexes.” Her cheeks were red, so she scowled and flipped the camera so it was showing the hallway instead of her.
Jordan shook his head, smirking a bit as he sat up fully. “I’m really hurt, being yote. The bruises are gonna last for weeks now.”
“Shut up,” Devin laughed, slamming her door behind her so Gene would be able to hear it. “How’s school?”
Jordan shrugged. “I mean, dope, obviously, but also, I have so many fucking assignments. My profs are just like 'oh yeah, you totally have enough time to write thousands of words in this language, also watch this soap opera that’s mind numbingly boring’.” He rolled his eyes. “Also, have you ever watched Spanish shit? It’s literally all soft porn.”
Devin turned the camera back on herself once she had gotten her blush under control. “Nah, never have, but that’s a convincing argument for me to start.”
Jordan rolled his eyes in an exaggerated way. “God, I should have never brought that up. Actually, can you watch it all for me and then tell me what it’s about so I don’t have to sit through it? Then I can get through my assignments twice as fast.”
“Do I have to comprender el español? 'Cause Duolingo’s only taking me so far, dude.”
Jordan snorted. “Um, subtitles? Can you read, or is that past your level of education?”
Devin laughed. “I swear I’m gonna hang up on you. Sorry I didn’t realize your Spanish prof holds your hand and gives you the translations so you don’t have to learn.”
Jordan flipped off the camera. “Do it, you won’t.” He grinned. “Look, you watch one movie, I send you the questions, you answer them, I translate. Then I can watch another movie and do the same shit myself at the same time. Sounds like a great plan to me.”
“Fine, fuck. Only ‘cause you’re begging me on hands and knees.” Devin pressed her cheek into her shoulder. “Desperation is a sad look for you.”
“Thanks, I borrowed it from a friend in Victoria.” He smirked at her.
Before she could reply, the Discord call was interrupted by an incoming phone call. She pressed the decline button immediately and scowled at the screen as Jordan’s video returned. “My creepy fucking boss won’t leave me alone.”
Jordan snorted and shook his head. “They’re that taken with you? I bet you’re saying this and they’re just calling you like 'hey… so your shift started four hours ago’ and you’re like 'fuck off, Meg’.”
“Maybe I’m just that good at selling polo shirts. Fuck, I mean sunglasses.” Devin shook her head. “Nah, it’s like, weird shit. Saying I smell good and staring like she wants to eat me. I swear she licked her lips the other day, like, full cannibal.”
“Oh? Tell me more about how you’re great at selling…” Jordan trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows at her. “Your boss said she wanted to eat you? And you’re still working there? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“She didn’t say that, she’s just a fucking freak. She could grow six more eyes and a tail and I wouldn’t be surprised for a fucking second.”
Jordan hummed in thought. “Weird. Maybe you guys are like, meant to be.”
Devin gagged. “I fucking hate you.” She rolled her eyes and flopped onto her back. “But I miss you or whatever at the same time.”
Jordan shrugged, looking away from the screen as she got sentimental, however faintly. “Eh, we’ve been apart longer than we’ve been together.”
“You’re a dick.” Devin frowned at the screen. “I’m just saying I miss you.”
“Okay.” Jordan shrugged, not really sure why she brought it up at all. “And that you hate me, which evens it out.”
Devin ran her tongue over her teeth and considered throwing her phone again. “You don’t miss me?”
“What?” Jordan made a face. “I didn’t say that.”
“Didn’t say you did either.”
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Oh my god. Are you serious?”
“Am I– fuck you.” Devin tossed her phone to the side on her bed. “Sorry your new friends are so much better than me. Whatever.”
“Oh my god, Devin.” Jordan ran a hand down his face as he looked at her ceiling. “Are you being this annoying on purpose?”
Devin glared at a spot on her wall as she talked herself out of just hanging up on the call. “Fine, whatever, I take it back. Thanks for the reminder, it’s great you’re gone, I don’t miss you at all. Since that’s so fucking embarrassing.”
“Fuck off.” Jordan was still looking at her ceiling, but he could tell what her expression was. “Whatever. Obviously I miss you. Who the fuck else is gonna annoy me this much? Self flagellation, bitch.”
Devin pressed her lips together and, after a few seconds, picked the phone back up. “You’re so weird. Did you just call me a bitch?”
Jordan raised his eyebrows at her. “Bitch is inflection used at the end of a sentence. But also, you are kind of a bitch, so it’s up to you.”
“Bitch is an inflection,” she mimicked back to him and rolled her eyes, slumping back against the wall beside her bed. “Fucker. I’m a ray of sunshine. ”
“And I’m the goddamn Queen of England.” Jordan snorted and pursed his lips. “So, like, are you ever coming to New York, since you miss me so much?”
“Buy me a plane ticket and I’ll think about it.” Devin brushed some hair off her face, focusing on the smaller video of herself. “Or say please. Maybe even please, Devin, I miss you so much I’m drowning in my own emotions or something.”
“Ew. Like I have money for a plane ticket. Okay, alright. Devin, please come here so that I have someone else to make fun of. Please come so that I’m surrounded not only by the freaks at this camp, but the special kind of freakazoid you are. Come here and break my stupid bones so I don’t have to listen to another fucking campfire song.”
Devin threw back her head as she laughed and whacked it against the wall. “Fuck, ow, fuck.” She pressed a hand to the back of her head. “I’m gonna sue. Also fucking rude, I only broke like, two of your ribs. By accident. Or was it?” She paused and raised an eyebrow, then laughed again. “You’re so skinny your ribs are like little chicken bones. They seriously make you do campfire songs? Are you twelve? Do you get badges to sew onto your scout uniform if you sing real good?”
“You’re gonna sue yourself for being a dumbass and losing more braincells?” Jordan laughed as Devin banged her head against the wall. “Fuck off, asshole, maybe I’ll hang up on you. I didn’t call to get bullied.”
“You expected anything else? That makes you the dumbass here.” Devin grinned. “Fine, hang up. I gotta go meet Eli in like five minutes anyway for– get this– pilates. I’m my own worst nightmare.”
“You know, you’re right. I call you so much, you’re rubbing off on me.” Jordan snorted. “Desgostang. You’re into that shit?”
“You rubbing off on me, or pilates?” Devin snorted. “It wasn’t my idea, I’ll tell you that.”
Jordan rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and shrugged. “You’re gonna end up living in one of the yoga studios there next I hear.”
“Maybe I’ll move to New York so I can bother you 24/7. Should I bring a tent or do you have buildings there?”
“Ew, no, leave me alone.” Jordan was grinning at the camera. “Buildings? In New York? Nah, that’s a myth.”
“Yeah, thought so, all this fucking media propaganda.” Devin’s phone buzzed and she swiped the notification away. “Fuck, 'kay, I gotta dip. I’ll look up flight info, yeah? I’ll gut my boss with a shovel to get the time off.”
"Yeah, you know, there’s not a single fucking apple here? Let alone a big one. Fucking waste of time if you ask me.” He ran a hand through his hair and smiled at the mention of her actually looking into flight information. “Nice job admitting that to the NSA, bro. Catch ya on the flip side.”
“Hey, they gotta catch me first. Talk to you later, bro.” Devin flashed a peace sign at the camera and hung up.
Jordan closed his laptop, threw himself back on the bed, and pressed his hands into his face. “Okay, cool,” he said to nobody at all. “Fucking... awesome.” He sighed and got up, sat at his desk, and opened a book.
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Blue Moon (9/10)
New York, 1987. The air was filled with smog and the streets were ridden with crime. Just another day in paradise. Your quiet life turns upside down when a striking man moves in across from you. You’re falling, fast, into a love that could never, ever, happen…or could it?
(Could be interpreted as modern!au Kylo Ren/Reader for those who don't know who Pale is, but really this is Pale from Burn This!)
Word count: 6.8k
Warnings: N*FW Content, language, fluff (finally lol)
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He woke up with the worst fucking headache he had ever had. Well, maybe not, but at least it was the worst headache he could remember. Where the fuck was he?
“You’re at my apartment.” You had explained, your voice warm and soft like it always was when you were talking to him. There was the smallest wobble in it, like you were trying not to cry. “We’re on the floor.”
A fragment of a memory returned to him and explained just a little – why the fuck was he on the floor?
Oh, right.
He propped himself up onto his elbows, looked around, tried to get his bearings. You were sleeping next to him, right on the fucking concrete with him. He frowned, sat up all proper.
He remembered making it to the couch before blacking out, remembered your hands on him right as he went. He looked down at himself, he was wearing none of his clothes from the night before. He was in soft sweats and a tank top, where was his jacket? He looked around – you had hung it up on the coat hook by the door.
You had also shoved pillows under his head and threw a blanket over the both of you, some sort of attempt at comfort.
He swallowed the hard lump in his throat from thinking about how you had stayed with him right there, right on the fucking floor with him, instead of retreating to your own comfortable bed. He liked that you stayed. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. After all this time, he figured maybe he’d have gotten a fuckin’ grip by now, but one look at you and all hope of that had flown right out the damn window.
He watched you for a bit, watched how your breathing made your chest rise and fall. He was in so deep, too deep with you. He knew that. Somehow, it didn’t scare the shit out of him.
Maybe it did, but he was too numb to feel it this time.
“I’m not afraid of you.” You had said.
It was still dark outside, not anywhere near close to sunrise.
He could go back to sleep, but his stomach rumbled too loud for him to even bother.
He stayed still, kept watching you. Fuck it wasn’t fair to wake you up, he knew that. You probably hadn’t gotten any real fuckin’ sleep as it was, watching over him and taking care of him. His chest did a little hiccup at that, the thought of you taking care of him. Nobody’d ever really done that before.
His stomach growled again and he groaned, starving but not wanting to be away from you, not for even one fuckin’ second.
“Hey.” He whispered, shook you awake a little. “(Y/N), wake up.”
“Hmm?” You asked, face pinching in a frown, your eyes still closed. Even with your brow furrowed like this you looked like a god damned angel. It wasn’t fair, he knew that, but he put his hand on your cheek and shook a little more.
“I’m fuckin’ starving over here, come with me to grab a bite to eat.” He licked his lips, kissing your face. He hoped the kisses would sweeten the deal a little.
“Mmmmokay.” You said, blinking awake, nuzzling your nose against his as he pressed little kisses all over. “What time is it?”
“I don’t know, I can’t see my watch.” He kissed and coaxed you up so that you were sitting up on the floor, your naked body shining in the light of the moon, light glinting just a little off the chain around your neck. He didn’t know how to process the fact that you were still wearing it, that you’d always been wearing it.
It was drizzling outside, Pale vaguely remembered rain from last night. He really couldn’t remember much else. His stomach growled.
“Where do you wanna go?” You asked, drawing the covers over your chest to keep the chill away. Your nipples got hard anyway, Pale leaned forward to press his face into your cleavage, kiss and warm up the skin there.
“There a Mickey Ds around?” He asked, and you nodded with a smile.
“Yeah like five minutes away. We gonna go through the drive-thru?” You asked, stretched and yawned and let out a big sigh.
“Yeah.” Pale said against your skin. The more he touched you, the less he wanted to go.
“Okay then I’m not putting any shoes on.” You said, giving a sleepy smile. He kissed it right off of you and stood up, the joints in his knees and back cracking from being on such a hard surface for so long.
“Okay.” He said, watching you get up too, watching you walk across the living room to your bedroom.
He watched and waited until you were pulling on a loose t-shirt and some sleep-shorts, the red ones with the little penguins all over them, nothing fancy. You were barefoot true to your word, but Pale thought you were going to freeze to death so when the two of yous walked to the front door, he wrapped his big leather jacket around you, made you stick your arms through the sleeves and bundled you up tight.
You looked ridiculous in the fucking thing, it was maybe three sizes too big, probably stupidly fuckin’ heavy, and completely hid your figure.
He never ever wanted you to take it off.
“You want anything?” Pale asked when he pulled up to the drive-thru.
It wasn’t glamourous or nothing, but it was the only place he could think of to get shitty, cheap, greasy fast food this late. Or was it early? The clock on his car said it was a little after five in the morning. He knew 24/7 diners existed, but you weren’t even wearing a bra or panties or nothin’, no shoes. No shirt no shoes no service.
“No thanks.” You yawned, wrapped your arms around yourself even though Pale had the heat on in the car while the two of yous waited for the line to move a little bit.
The rain had pretty much stopped, it felt like droplets hung in the air, coating the whole fuckin’ city. The roads were wet, his windshield had lots of little fuckin’ water spots that better not dry splotchy on the black paint of his car. He’d bring it in to get washed later, didn’t want dirty fuckin’ rain staining nothing. The Mickey Ds was just off the main road, and occasionally the red and blue lights of a cop would speed past. Pale wondered what kinda crime assholes could get up to this early.
He couldn’t stop looking at you in that jacket of his. He couldn’t fucking explain it but something about it made him so protective, possessive. He loved your bed head, loved the way the jacket swallowed you whole, like it was some big heavy blanket made of leather and metal zips. He wanted to get you home, fuck you in just that jacket and your chain. It’d smell like sex but to be fuckin’ honest that jacket had smelled like worse in the time he’s had it. Maybe it could do with some of your sweat and come staining the leather.
He inched up until he was finally at the speaker, rolled the window down.
“Welcome to McDonald’s what can I get ya?” Some poor overworked piece of shit asked, none too pleased to be there at five a.m.
“Lemme get two quarter-pounders with cheese and large fry and a large coke.” Pale said automatically, his standard order for times like this.
“That it?” The kid asked, sounding bored.
“Yeah.” Pale replied, equally enthusiastic.
“Drive up.” The kid said, and Pale did…all of two feet.
The line really shouldn’t be this fucking long, Pale thought as he put the car in park. There were at least six people ahead of him, and he couldn’t fucking figure out why – shouldn’t all these assholes be in bed?
“Looks like we ain’t the only people with this idea.” You yawned, still sleepy in the passenger seat.
“Whatever, as long as I get my fuckin’ burgers, you know?” He hummed, leaned over just enough to put a hand on your thigh, give it a good rub. He liked how your skin felt, you were still sleep-warm.
“Mhm.” You nodded, scooching over so that you were as close to him as possible. He wished he had bench seats or something so you could get right up next to him, but his chest hurt at you tryin’.
You laid your head on his shoulder, and fiddled with the volume knob on the cassette player he had built into the dashboard of the car. Classical music softly played in the background as the two of you sat in the line, waiting for a car to get their order so Pale could pull up a bit.
“How do I make you feel?”
“Like I’m dyin’.”
He wished he could remember more. He cursed the fucking alcohol.
Once the two of you were out of the view of the window and just waiting around, Pale ran a hand through your hair, tugged your face over to meet his and kissed you real fuckin’ deep. You hummed happily into his mouth, licked and sucked at his bottom lip.
One of your hands drifted to his crotch, rubbed just a little. He was always so fucking ready for you that you only really had to look at his dick for it to get hard, so he was tensing up just at the slight brush of your fuckin’ fingers. It didn’t help that he was in sweatpants, which did abso-fucking-lutely nothing to hide his boner.
“Suck my dick while we wait?” Pale asked, and you gave an amused little chuckle, tucked your hair behind your ears.
“Okay.” You said, and Pale held his breath as he inched forward again, just a little.
You bent over completely, pushed Pale’s sweatpants down just enough to get his hard cock out, give it a few pumps. Your hands felt so damn good on him, too good. He clenched his jaw, turned the music up on the cassette in case he accidentally let a sound slip out.
Chopin filled the car as you licked a stripe up his cock, ran your tongue in the slit on the head of it, making him groan. He let one hand loosely tangle in the hair at the back of your neck, held you in place as you swirled your tongue around him.
He inched up just a bit more, four fucking cars to go.
You opened your throat and took him down as far as you could go, tongue flat and throat so fucking hot and wet – and then you sucked and he fisted your hair hard, bucked up into your mouth. His head thumped against the headrest, and he tried to even his breathing, other hand gripping the steering wheel.
“Shit honey.” He grit out, letting his eyes close for what felt like an eternity, and he could swear he felt you fuckin’ smile against him.
You bobbed your head up and down, sliding his length in and out of your throat, getting drool and spit everywhere. Fuck, it made him so hard to see you sloppy like that, and he groaned again when you used all of that wetness to slick up your hand, kiss his stomach as you jerked him off.
“Faster,” Pale grunted out, inching up.
Three more cars.
You went faster, the slick sound of your hand on his cock turning him on. He wished he had a cigarette, he was getting all fucking wound up, needed – you knew what he needed apparently, were some kinda mind reader, because your mouth wrapped around him again and you hollowed out your cheeks and took him as deep as you could, until your nose was brushing up against his dark pubic hair and you were choking, choking while giving him head in the fucking fast food drive through.
God what an angel you were.
He gripped your hair and held you down as he came, pumped your throat full of his come, wanted you to feel it slide down, and you did like the good fucking girl you were, he could feel you swallowing against him.
When the two of you pulled up to the second window to get Pale’s food, you were tucked back in your seat and Pale’s cock was back in his sweatpants, and when Pale handed over the cash, the guy at the register was none the wiser.
“You know, this is real shit food.” Pale grimaced, taking another bite out of the burger twenty minutes later.
The two of you were sitting out on the fire escape, waiting for the sun to rise. You, now fully awake like Pale, had dragged a couple of towels outside and laid them out so the both of yas wouldn’t have to sit on the cold wet metal scaffold of the fire escape.
You were still wearing his jacket, sipping a cup of coffee you had brewed up real fast, some instant shit, nothing good like what you made at the diner.
“Then why are you eating it?” You laughed, giving him the sweetest damn smile. He hated how much he liked seeing your smile, how much he liked seeing you sleep-rumpled and happy.
He had to wipe that smile off your face, tried kissin’ it away, but that only made the fuckin’ thing bigger. He took another bite of the shitty burger.
“Greasy food’s good for the kinda headache I got.” He shrugged, reaching into the bag and huffing, “Next time I’m gonna get two fuckin’ fries.”
“Sorry.” You smiled as you sipped your coffee, not sorry in the fuckin’ least.
You had eaten half the damn thing of fries on the way back to your apartment, even though he had asked you if you wanted anything and you said no. Learned his fuckin’ lesson with that one he did. Not that he was angry, but shit.
“Nah, don’t be. I like when you eat up, you make me nervous sometimes.” He said around a big bite.
“I make you nervous?” You laughed, snorting into your coffee enough to make some of it splatter, hitting his bare arm.
“Why’s that so fuckin’ funny?” He asked with a frown as you tried not to laugh too loud, conscious of your neighbors.
“Because you’re the one blacking out in my living room, honey.” You rolled your eyes at him, another round of chuckles making your shoulders shake just a little.
“Listen – ” Pale’s stomach swooped, suddenly feeling ill. He had forgotten all about that, all about everything. Were you mad? Were you upset with him? Were you –
“I don’t mind, you know?” You said quickly, reassuringly. Definitely some kinda mind reader. “I don’t mind. I’m glad you came to me, glad you knew I’d be there for you.” You pressed yourself against him, put your head on his shoulder.
“Thank you.” He said, tentatively putting an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, squishing you to him. “I know it ain’t easy…dealin’ with me sometimes. Thank you for not kickin’ me out.”
“What could I do you were already on the floor.” You shrugged. Pale groaned, but you pressed a kiss to his chin and smiled, smoothing the arm closest to him around his waist to hold on to him too. “I’m joking.”
“I know.” He said, a lump still stuck in his fuckin’ throat. He wasn’t going to cry, he kept telling himself that, but it was like he was chokin’ on words he didn’t know how to say. “But I mean it.”
“I know.” You nodded against him, and there it was again – that wonder at how you were so easy goin, so accepting. He didn’t deserve it, Pale knew that, knew he was a giant fucking mess right now and didn’t deserve your love and – “You gotta go to work today?”
You interrupted his internal spiral, helped him get a grip on himself. He sighed, let out a tension in his shoulders he didn’t know was even there. You rubbed soothing circles on his lower back where your hand was resting, sipped your coffee.
The sun started to rise.
“Yeah, fuckers got everything all god damned twisted with the ordering so I gotta go down to the docks and settle some shit.” Pale pinched his nose, didn’t want to have to fucking deal with that this early, but he knew that once the sun was in the sky he was going to have to go. Every single atom in his body screamed at him to stay with you instead.
“Want me to go with you?” You asked, and wouldn’t that be an idea?
Bringing you down to the docks so you could watch him threaten some jackasses into actually doing what the fuck he pays them to do. He almost said yes, almost blurted out that they’d leave right the fuck now – the sooner he got there the better – when he turned to look at you, and really look at you.
You were exhausted, he could see that. You had dark circles under your eyes that he could see now that light was bathing the city, deep gold that washed over everything and reflected off the rain on the streets. Your eyes were a little dull, still beautiful as ever, but dull. He didn’t want to drag you around the cold docks with him, not after all the other bullshit he put you through in the past couple hours.
“No baby, I want you to get some sleep. And I mean real fuckin’ sleep, no more of that on the floor bullshit.” Pale said, pinching at your cheek, your nose, making you smile.
“Hey I did the best I could, I couldn’t fucking lift your huge ass – ” You started, but he kissed you real quick.
“I’m jokin’.” He echoed your earlier sentiment, and you rolled your eyes, kissed him back.
“Ha ha.” You scoffed, stealing another one of his french fries. Pale wondered if he had enough time to fuck you before he had to leave.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve liked a sunrise in a real long time.” He huffed, taking a sip of his soda. He wrinkled his nose at it, offended at the fuckin’ carbonation. “Start of another day and all that. Another day another problem. That’s how I used to think but right about now you know what I’m thinkin’?”
“What are you thinkin’?” You asked.
“I’m thinkin’ that you’re the prettiest god damned woman I’ve ever seen, all the gold all over you. Sunrise never looked so good.” He said, leaning down to kiss you again and again and again. Little presses with barely any tongue, neither of you had brushed your teeth yet.
“Do you remember anything you said last night? Or that I said?” You asked, looking him right in the eyes, those tired eyes of yours tinted with curiosity.
Pale’s stomach started to twist again, and he frowned.
“We were talking about shit? I thought you said I was out cold.” He went real still, wracking his brain for any sort of memory of the night before, anything at all. He was getting himself fucking frustrated, all he remembered was knocking into some furniture, and then blackness.
“You woke up when I was putting you back together. You didn’t say anything too crazy.” You took his hand, ran a finger over the bandage.
He watched you do it, always watching you. Were you real?
“Did you?” He asked, swallowing a hard lump in his throat. He did remember something, remembered but wasn’t sure if it was real, if it was just a dream his fucked up brain came up with. What a sick joke that would be.
“Just that I love you.” You shrugged, like it was nothing big, like it was the most breezy, natural thing to say in the whole fucking world. And that was it, wasn’t it? You loved him. It hadn’t been a dream.
You had welcomed him with open arms and fixed him up and slept next to him on the floor and you loved him.
“That is pretty crazy.” He said back, and you grinned.
He took another bite.
He left only after you were snoozing in your fucking bed. He took the time to make sure you were wearing clean warm clothes and properly tucked in and wouldn’t go rollin’ off one way or the other. Last thing he needed was you getting’ a fucking concussion while he was gone.
The trip to the docks was uneventful, which Pale was more than grateful for. He had a short enough fuse as it was, he really didn’t need to be tempted right now. Not while his hand was healing anyway.
Surprisingly, the restaurant didn’t need that much attention that day. He knew it would pick up a lot in the evening, but the lunch rush wasn’t nothin’ too terrible. Cook didn’t show up, so he was stuck working in the kitchen, which was fine because it made the hours fly by.
Before he knew it, he was grabbing his jacket and heading out the door, was hell-bent on getting something accomplished outside the fuckin’ restaurant.
“I’m going on my lunch break,” Pale announced to everyone in the back. “If anybody needs me – don’t.”
The staff all mumbled a short acknowledgement before returning to their own work as the door swung shut behind Pale.
He lit a cigarette once he got to his car, breathed in the nicotine real slow before turning on the engine. He had one destination in mind, something had been knockin’ around his noggin for a while now, and he figured no time like the present to act on it.
Driving along he stole glances at the city around him. It was a hellhole, that was for fuckin’ sure, but maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought. Maybe it was just as much of a hellhole as Manhattan, or Jersey. But maybe that was just you talking, making him soft. He’d love to fucking take you away from here, bring you somewhere real nice, for a weekend, for a week, forever.
He turned onto 34th street and parked in the diner’s lot. He knew you weren’t working today, obviously, but he wasn’t here for you, for once.
“Pale! Good to see you again.” The elderly man who ran the joint, Fish, greeted him as he stepped through the doors.
Pale had been to the diner a fuckton of times, and every time it seemed to be jam-packed with people. This time was no exception, and Pale was impressed to see that there were so few tables open. He was even more impressed that the old man had remembered his name, just because you’d only introduced him once before.
“Fischel right? Real good to see you too.” Pale said as warmly as he could, making his way through the crowded place to get to the milkshake bar where Fish was wiping down the counter.
“Pull up a chair wherever you’d like, someone’ll be with ya soon.” He smiled at Pale, and Pale cleared his throat, puffed on his cigarette.
“Oh, I was actually wantin’ to talk to you, but it looks pretty fuckin’ busy.” He looked around, had to press himself close to the counter to let a waitress pass. “I can come back later?” He offered, but Fish waved it away.
“You want to talk to me? Oy I’m not in any trouble am I?” He laughed, “Follow me.”
Pale walked around the counter and followed Fish to the back of the diner, down a small hallway and into an office. It was kept real tidy, surprisingly. He noticed that Fish had lots of pictures taped up on the wall, of him and his wife, his family, and even a couple of you posing with who Pale could only guess were Fish’s nieces and nephews.
“Not in trouble, I actually thought about proposin’ somethin’ to ya.” Pale said, trying his best not to knock anything over as Fish got settled in the spinny chair behind his desk.
“You have my blessing to ask her.” Fish smiled real wide, and Pale almost choked on his cigarette on the inhale.
“What?” He coughed, making Fish frown and backtrack.
“Oh, nevermind, I thought – ”
“No! I mean – I – ” Pale stumbled, no there was no fuckin’ way, well maybe not no way, but definitely no way, he couldn’t even begin to get into how that could never fucking happen – “Not no, but that’s not what I’m here about.”
Fischel regarded Pale carefully, leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk in a way that looked a little more threatening that it probably should be, coming from a man who had to be in his fuckin’ seventies.
“Before you tell me anything, I gotta say something first.” Fish said, and Pale took the hint to sit down in one of the hard chairs opposite of Fischel’s.
“Christ, am I in trouble?” Pale muttered, putting the cigarette out in the little ashtray on Fish’s desk.
“I don’t know.” Fish said, and for the first time in a long fucking time, Pale was nervous. “I’ve known (Y/N) for a long fuckin’ time. She’s like a daughter to me; she comes over for the holidays and knows my family, my wife, my brothers – everyone. And in all the time I’ve known her, she ain’t never had someone to be there for her in the way that I’m assuming you’re there for her.”
“Never?” Pale frowned, and Fish shook his head.
“Nope. She’s been doing everything on her own for as long as I can remember, for too long. And I gotta be honest, it was eating away at her. I know it was. It ain’t good to be so alone. She’s only got a couple of close friends but even then she don’t hang out with them too often. She knows everybody in the fuckin’ neighborhood and all their birthdays and all their kids’ names but at night every night she’s been by herself. That ain’t life, Pale. So to see her suddenly be so fuckin’ happy these past few months was a shock and a surprise I never knew we needed.”
“She’s happy?” Pale asked, jaw clenched. It was too good to be true, somehow, too good to be real. “Like, really happy?”
“She is. And I think it’s because she’s found someone to be close to.” He looked at Pale pointedly.
“Is this the part where you tell me you’ll kill me if I hurt her?” Pale crossed his arms, offended that Fish would even suggest a fuckin’ thing like that.
“I ain’t gonna kill you.” Fish shook his head, crossing his arms too and leaning back in his chair. “I’m gonna rip you apart piece by piece and feed you to my dogs if you hurt her.”
After a moment or two, they both broke out into a bit of a smile, and Fish held his hand out for Pale to shake.
“I like you, Fischel.” Pale smiled, somehow relieved, somehow feeling not so nervous. He really had gotten his blessing, huh?
“I like you too, don’t give me any reason not to, you know?” Fish said, relaxing his demeanor almost immediately.
“I ain’t plannin’ on it, I can promise you that.” Pale said, “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my whole fuckin’ life. I’m workin’ on something for her, something special. She deserves all the good shit in the world.”
“She does.” Fish replied with a nod of his head and a quirk of his brow, “Now go ahead and tell me whatever the hell you wanted to tell me.”
“Can I ask you a question?” Pale asked you hours later, when the two of you were in bed after dinner.
“You just did.” You responded, your head on his chest.
He hadn’t fucked you yet, but he could feel it coming soon. For once he allowed himself to just be close to you, while the dishes soaked in the sink he shed all his clothes and climbed into bed and just pulled you to him, wanted to feel your heartbeat.
“Don’t be a brat.” He pinched your shoulderblade and you laughed.
“Sorry.” You smiled against his chest, kissed at the divot between his pecs.
“No you’re not.” He rolled his eyes, and you just hummed out a little laugh again.
“Your question?” You prompted him, making it real fuckin’ hard to concentrate when you were kissing at him like that. But then again you probably fuckin’ knew that, you menace. That’s what you were, a menace.
“What do you wanna do? Like in life.” He asked, and you thought about that for a minute.
He wanted to know why you started waitressin’, if you had ever wanted to do something else, be something else. You were smart, you were talented, you could do anything. His family was so fucking connected, not that he really talked to any of them. He would though, if you wanted to do something, anything. He’d repair a whole year of damage in a phone call if it would help you realize some fuckin’ pipe dream or something.
“Is it cliché to say that I want to be happy?” You responded, throwing him a curveball.
Was that cliché? Wasn’t that what everyone wanted, in the end? He thought about the world, thought about all the shit going on, all the death and fighting and drugs and crime – and that was in his own backyard. It was all real fuckin’ bleak, if he thought about it hard enough. But wasn’t that what everyone was chasing, somehow someway? What was the meaning of life if not to be happy?
“No, I don’t think so.” He answered, and you snuggled close to him.
“Then I want to be happy.” You said simply.
“Are you happy?” He asked.
Now that Fish had brought it up, it was all he could think about.
“Are you?” You asked back, with a raised eyebrow and a frown.
“Yeah, I think I am. Don’t really know, never really felt like this before.” He admitted, the truth coming forward a lot easier now. He wasn’t sure he would have ever been able to admit that just a couple months ago, but something about you made it real easy to let the truth out. “You know my whole life I’ve been trying to make other people happy. But I think I’m finally in a good place, or I’m startin’ to get there.”
“I’m happy.” You nodded, tracing random shapes on his chest. “I wasn’t, for a long time. But then I was okay, you know? Just working hard and doin’ my best. And then I met you, and now yeah, I’m happy.”
He looked down at you, stared at you real fuckin’ serious-like.
“You ain’t just sayin’ that? Because I don’t want you to regret this, later down the line.” He said, thinking of a certain someone, thinking of a couple people who had once said the same shit, and then fucked him over anyway. “I don’t want you to wake up one day and resent me or nothing. If you ain’t happy, you gotta tell me, gotta tell me what you want. Okay?”
“Okay Pale.” You shuffled up the bed a little, straddled his waist and brought his hand to your lips, gave it a kiss. “But I’m happy, I promise.”
“Okay.” Pale sighed, smiled as you kissed his hand.
“And for the record,” You grinned against his palm, “I don’t think you’re like a sugar daddy or anything like that. I don’t love you for your money or your connections at fancy restaurants or any of that. You could be dirt poor and you’d still take up the whole space in my heart.”
You placed his hand over your chest, and Pale breathed in time with the heartbeat there.
“But I’m not dirt poor.” Pale said, slowly sitting up too, caging you in with his arms.
“Yeah I know, hotshot. I just want you to know that whatever happens, I’m gonna be there for you as long as you want me.” You said, and Pale leaned in to kiss you, his own pulse going fuckin’ wild.
“Don’t go sayin’ shit like that, I’m gonna think you mean it.” He said real soft, his lips hovering just over yours, the ghost of a kiss.
Your eyes slipped closed, and so did his, and the two of you just reveled in the closeness for a minute or two.
“I do, I do mean it.” You said, making his stomach tighten in a good way.
“Even when I’m old and bald?” He asked, could feel the huff of your laugh even with his eyes closed.
“You’re not going to lose your hair, Pale.”
“(Y/N).” He urged, and you laughed out loud, looped your arms around his neck and carded a hand through his hair that he knew he wasn’t going to lose, even if he was starting to get a few greys every now and then.
“You could be bald and fat and wrinkly and I’m not going to love you any less.” You smiled, kissed him.
He licked into your mouth, his hands spanning your back and sliding down to your hips, pulling your ass closer as you situated yourself in his lap. He slid his hands around your front, dipped one into the waistband of your sleep-pants. You weren’t wearing underwear, and you were wet for him, your pussy warm and so fucking inviting.
You squirmed in his lap as he ran his fingers lightly over your slit, pushing in just enough to tease you.
“What if my cock don’t work?” He breathed into your mouth, you pressing your cunt down onto his hand, a silent plea.
“Then we’ll be regulars at the sex shop on fourth avenue. You ain’t gettin’ off the hook that easy.” You grinned, and Pale nodded, not that he was really worried in the first fucking place. With how hard he was for you? He was sure that would never fucking go away.
“Okay.” He licked his lips, buried his face in your neck and fingered you open nice and slow for him. He could feel you sweating, could feel you getting nice and slick for his – fully functioning – cock.
“Listen,” You said, running your hand through his hair, moaning just the littlest bit as he lightly grazed your clit. “I don’t know what your marriage was like, with her. And we don’t have to talk about it now, or ever if you don’t want to. But I’m not like her, you know? I’m not going to push you away or shut you out or anything. If you piss me off, I’m going to say something. But so far, you haven’t done anything to piss me off.”
“But I’m going to, I always do.” Pale’s hand stilled, and you shook your head.
“Then we’ll deal with it like adults. I’m willing to put in effort if you are. I want you.” You said, and he smiled then – that was the first time someone had ever said that to him.
He flipped you on your back, kissed you hard.
“You love me.” Pale said, lined up his cock and pushed in in one hard thrust.
“Yes!” You gasped out, arched underneath him, all long lines and soft supple skin. He wanted to suck a thousand hickeys onto you, wanted you all red and purple and mottled, wanted everyone to know you were his.
“Say it again you slut.” He said, pulling out and thrusting in sharply, making your nipples go rock hard. Fuck he loved watching them stiffen, he kissed down your neck, pushed you around and pulled at your tits to get them right in biting distance.
“I love you, Pale.” You moaned as his hips steadily fucked into you, pushing his cock deeper and deeper the more you relaxed and spread your legs for him. “I love you!”
He growled, you were his, fuck you were so good, so warm and wet and tight for him. He pressed a hand onto your throat, felt you swallow against him as you let your eyes pinch closed, mouth open as you moaned. He spit into it, spared a couple fingers to shove into your mouth, smear it around.
He fucked you hard, balls slapping against you, the squelch of your cunt like music to his god damned ears. He could do this forever, wanted to, he really fucking wanted to. He pressed down on your throat and gripped your jaw, held you tight in his fucking fist as his other hand hiked up your leg.
“Again.” He demanded, baring his teeth.
Your hands flew up to his shoulders, digging and scratching into the muscle there. The sting felt amazing, felt real and grounded him, grounded him as he pushed you up the fucking bed with his thrusts. Everything was so fucking good, shit you were so wet for him, how were you so perfect?
“I love you.” You moaned, face red and splotchy, chest flushed and sweating. Pale wanted to lick up the salt on your sternum, wanted to come all over you and make you rub it around, rub it into your skin, make you his inside and out. “I’m your whore and I love you – Pale!”
You yelped a little when he pulled your hips up and changed the angle, shifting so that his cock brushed right against your gspot, rubbed at your walls deeper. He could feel that he was hitting your cervix, so deep, deep enough that he was completely buried inside you.
“Fuck – ” He was so consumed by you, all the fucking time he was just completely swallowed up by you. By your cunt, by your heart, it was all too fucking much.
He didn’t know what to do, wanted to blurt out something stupid, something too much, something that he’d have to live with – and he didn’t know if he could yet, didn’t fucking know. All he knew was your pussy was so good, the best he’d ever had, he wanted to live there, wanted to fuck you forever.
He dragged you down the bed just a little, all his thrusting had pushed you practically onto the fucking headboard and he didn’t want to knock you out or nothing. But even just pulling you down had you smiling, like this was fun, like fucking him was more than just getting an orgasm at the end of it.
“Say it again.” He demanded, and you scratched up his back, his chest.
“I’m your whore and I’m in love with you.” You said so easy, moaned high and loud, toes curling and knees drawing up around his waist.
You tossed your head to the side and your chest heaved, drooling on the fucking pillow as Pale reached down and pressed hard at your clit, making you shout out his name. Fuck he loved it when you shouted his name, when you opened your throat and just fucking yelled it. He wanted you to be loud, wanted the neighbors to hear, wanted all of fucking Queens to hear.
You clenched down hard around him, cried out his name and he came, sweat dripping down the tip of his nose and landing on your cheek. It felt like it always did when he was with you – too much and all consuming and like the whole universe or the big fucking bang all at once, all right in your cunt. He emptied his load right into your hot pussy, kept your hips tilted up so none of it would ooze out.
“Don’t fucking move, not yet.” He panted as you shimmied your hips, no doubt sore and raw and sticky all over.
“Pale.” You whined, but he kept his grip.
“Just let me – ” He didn’t even fucking know what he was doing, he just wanted to savor the moment. “Gotta keep all this come safe, you gotta keep it safe for me.” Your cunt made him delirious, it really fucking did.
You smiled, blissed the fuck out underneath him. He figured it was worth it, the edges of his mind fuzzy from you, drunk off the way you smelled, tasted.
He leaned down enough to lick at your neck, toyed with your chain with his tongue. He bit down hard on your jaw, knew he’d leave a bruise there.
“Good?” You asked, eyes already slipping closed, exhausted. He really had done a number on you, but he could feel in his bones how tired he was too.
“Every time baby.” He sighed, wincing as he pulled out finally.
You pressed yourself to him, he wrapped his arms tight around you in a vice-like grip, and fell dead asleep, wondering how the hell he had gone so long without you.
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