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falloutjay · 3 years

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Wait, you are my hero? - Kenny x Reader

This is my first ever published x Reader fanfiction ever and I tried my best.

Just as a disclaimer, its not fully proofread, so I am already sorry for that and English also isn’t my first language so sorry again. I hope you guys do enjoy it tho.

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Kenny McCormick/Mysterion x Reader

You walked around South Parks nightlife district, the so called "SoDoSoPa" with your good friend Bebe, when you heard a loud sound from a few streets away. People were running and screaming, some were on their phone calling the police. Curiously, you ran towards the noise, like some others.

"YN, stay here! That's too dangerous!" Bebe called, while she sprinted after you. Coming closer to where fires were already rising, you saw him.

"It's me! Professor Chaos! Scream like the little ants you are!" Professor Chaos was a super villain that had been terrorizing the town for quite a while now. He and General Disarray were feared individuals that only cared about creating chaos and nothing more. But he was not the reason you and others remained here, while most people would leave. People like you stayed for the Professors sworn enemies. The superheroes that protected this town. There weren't many, especially good ones, but one in particular made your head spin, when you heard his name.

"YN please. Let us leave. It's dangerous!" Bebe pleaded looking around the street. Professor Chaos had blown up a construction side and the fires where ravaging among the building. He stood on top of it laughing like a maniac with Disarray be his side.

"We can't leave. I want to see him."

"You're insane!" Bebe said again and looked around, obviously distressed.

"Come on, where are you." You whispered and your hand clutched onto your phone.

You hope to finally snap a picture of him personally instead of always cutting out the imagines in the newspaper or magazines.

People were still screaming when a roaring sound broke through.

Your eyes grew wide and you pressed record on your phone, holding it in the direction of the sound. A purple motorbike came around the corner and the person on it looked just as amazing as you imagined. His purple cape moved beautifully behind him, when he pulled off a sick drift and stopped the bike.

Mysterion, the most badass and beloved hero arrived. You worshipped this man.

In your opinion he was simply amazing. He was strong, courageous, and not afraid to die. You were so busy drooling over this hero, that you didn't noticed Bebe shaking your arm and screaming about the fire. Then a second hero arrived.

The somewhat hated "Coon".

He stood there, somewhat out of breath while screaming at Mysterion. "Ah, Mysterion, my arch enemy." Professor Chaos laughed evilly and pointed at him from the top of the building.

"I'm here too Chaos!" The Coon screamed. Professor Chaos didn't even give him a glace and just waved his hand, while he laughed.

"Today, I will put an end to your hero career Mysterion." "Oh yeah? I'd love to see that." The purple clothed hero retorted cockily and laughed. “Stop ignoring me for fucks sake!” The Coon screamed angrily, stomping his foot on the ground.

"We will see who will be laughing at the end. Disarray!" Professor Chaos screamed and suddenly you felt yourself being pulled.

You screamed before a hand was put over your mouth. You managed to turn your head a little bit and catch a glimpse of the right-hand man of Professor Chaos, General Disarray. "I have someone, Professor!" He called out to the gigantic seeming blonde and he laughed evilly once more.

"I have a hostage, Mysterion. Now your chances are significantly smaller than ever!" He laughed again and thunder struck behind him.

"Mysterion?" He called out, after he noticed that the hero was nowhere to be seen. You felt yourself getting pushed around a lot and heard some fighting noises before strong hands grabbed you. You let out a quick scream, before you saw into deep blue eyes. You noticed immediately that Mysterion had saved you. You sadly had not seen much of the fight, like you wished you had. He must have looked amazing.

"Run. Now. Get out of here." He said in his extremely deep voice and you needed a second before you could process everything that had just happened, but you managed to nod hesitantly before you took off running. Running for your dear life. You kept a tight grip on your phone in your pocket and when you finally reached the street in which you lived, you took a short second to catch your breath. "What the..." You mumbled somewhat scared and giddy.

Hastily you took out your phone and looked through your gallery. Your heart started beating faster when you took a good look at the beautiful snapshot you took of Mysterion while he arrived on his motorcycle.

"That's so gonna be in my locker at work." You mumbled, smiling like an idiot and you probably were one. You barely managed to escape the sticky situation, but you felt like it was somewhat worth it.

For you it was worth it.

Your little obsession with Mysterion started back when you were in High School and he saved a little girl that was almost run over by a car. Back then he was not all that professional like he was today. He apparently received some funding by the government which allowed him to have that cool motorcycle and a little headquarters. No one knew who he was or where he stashed all of his belongings. But he was a hero. To the town and for you personally.

A little squeal escaped your lips, before you went to shower and then straight to bed. Mysterion was the only thing on your mind during all of this.

When your phone rang early in the morning, you were already up and going about your day. You had the picture you endangered yourself for yesterday already printed out and in your work bag.

You worked for a little company belonging to Eric Cartman. He founded it a few years back and it changed its focus ever so often.

Eric paid you well and that's what kept you in the job. When it was time to leave you simply got into your car and started driving to the outskirts of the town where Eric had his little company. You parked on your employee parking space and saw one of your close friends and also colleagues walk up.

Stan Marsh.

He was honestly better than this job, but he simply wanted to escape his father for some time, because he hated the weed farm he owned, and Eric promised him some good money.

"Morning Stan!" You called out and waved towards the raven haired. He waved back and quickly jogged up to you.

"Hey, YN. Did you hear about the whole thing yesterday with Professor Chaos?" He asked and you showed your phone.

"Already read all the articles aaaand..." You quickly pulled up the snapshot you managed to sneak yesterday. Stans eyes grew wide.

"Woah! You were there?" "Yeah! And the girl that almost got kidnapped by Disarray? That was me." You smiled and Stan shook his head. "weren't you with Bebe yesterday?"

"Yeah." You began, as the two of you sat down at your desks. "She's somewhat pissed about me standing around in danger but she's happy I wasn't hurt." Stan smiled warmly at you and you guys talked for some more until Cartman strolled into your shared office.

"Okay. Okay. So... I want a new article about Coon for my blog and I need you, Stan, to please sort out the client data and phone anyone who hasn't bought our new merch." Eric said and pointed at the "Who is the Coon?"-T-Shits and Hoodies that hang on the wall.

"But no one likes the Coon?" Stan questioned and Erics face grew a little red. "Everyone loves the Coon. Mysterion is just some asshat who plays dress up and tries to mingle with the professionalism of the Coon." Eric said through gritted teeth and Stan and you rolled your eyes.

"Sure thing." Stan mumbled and started typing. "YN, for today, please research me some new money-making ideas." You nodded and went searching.

Hours went by in which Stan and you would love to just bang your head against the tables. "Why is he so obsessed with the Coon? You could almost think he is the Coon." Stan mumbled. "Almost but... You never know. I mean, we probably will never know who Mysterion is." You answered and filled out the papers needed for a new money-making idea. Last time you guys tried NSFW-Patreon drawings; the problem was though that none of you could produce enough hentai to keep up with the demand. You guys did not notice that you had been working for a while until two beautiful blonde-haired boys poked their head in.

"You guys coming for lunch?" Butters asked. "Yeah, haven't noticed it's lunchtime yet." You said and peeked at your watch. "Hardworking as always." Butters smiled and just now you noticed he had a black eye.

"Butters, what happened there?" Stan asked and he looked scared for a second. "Just some guy who beat me up at the bar, nothing to worry about fellas." He smiled and honest to God, he was just a little sunshine all around. Unlike the blonde next to him.

Kenny was more of a player and very down to earth. He was super charismatic and confident despite his troubled upbringing.

You packed your bag and followed the guys.

Kenny didn't work for Cartman. He worked in a small car shop just a few buildings away. You didn't know why he refused to work with Cartman, but you could guess it was maybe due to Cartman being a little shit sometimes and him telling the blond always "You're pooooor Kiiinny."

Maybe Cartman’s terrible attitude really was the reason the blonde refused to work for him and only came here to have lunch with you all. "Where are we eating?"

You asked and watched Stan and Butters discuss on where to go. "How about Cafe Monet?" Stan proposed and you all agreed. Well, not really, Kenny didn't agree, he just tagged along. Once you all arrived and you were seated you guys searched through the Menu.

Kenny didn't and you knew he wasn't going to order since he was adamant about saving everything he had.

You know that since he once told you that he was saving everything he had for his sister.

You had met Karen a few times and she was a pure little angle, so you felt hard for the blond.

It melted your heart that he was trying so hard to better himself and help his siblings. Feeling generous you slid your Menu over to the blonde and smiled. "Pick something. It's on me." You whispered and he eyed you confused.

"I don't need some charity shit or something. I'm fine with eating my lunch later." He said, his blond bangs framing his face elegantly. "I know. Just see it as a friend treating a friend." You whispered back and he gifted you a half smile and went to look what he would like. Finally, you decided on a nice Fav/Dish and Kenny picked a bit of fish with potatoes and greens.

"Eating all healthy?" You questioned when the waiter out down the plate in front of him. "Yes. Staying fit is important." He said and winked confidently. You were so busy talking to the blond next to you, you did not notice the topic of your other two friends. "No no, YN was the girl." You turned your head to look at Stan pointing at you. "Huh, sorry, what was that?" You asked and Stan laughed.

"You were the girl who got almost caught up in professor Chaos evil plan weren't you?" Butters looked at you with wide eyes. He seemed trembling.

"Oh yeah, that was me. General Disarray was about to take me somewhere, but I was saved."

"Why were you there anyway?" Kenny asked with a full mouth. "Snapping pics of her crush." You eyed Stan angrily.

"He's not my crush."

"Tell that to your locker." You rolled your eyes.

"I managed to snap some good pics of Mysterion. I mean.... look!"

You digged out your phone from your pockets and showed the pictures around. "You should be a photographer or something I mean, damn. His ass Looks amazing in this one." Kenny said and inspected the pictures intensely.

"Don't encourage her to endanger herself anymore. And besides that, I don't think Mysterion would want to bang your boney ass." Stan commented snarky.

"Still more ass than you, flat cake." The blonde retorted and you and Butters simply watched the small verbal fight between them, before the two of you talked about some fashion things you knew about.

After lunch it was all back to work. It was getting tiresome around the last hour and it felt like a horrible drag. But eventually, you were finally done. You walked outside, together with Stan and you stood there.

"You need a ride home?" You asked him and he shook his head.

"Nah, I'm eating out with my family today. Just a small way to walk." You nodded and the two of you bid your goodbyes.

You got into your car and let out a deep breath. Work was tiring today, and you felt like just relaxing at home. It would be nice to maybe fill your bathtub with some loving hot water, some candles would also be nice. And cake. Yes. A cake would be needed.

So, you decided to make a small stop at the bakery before you would go home. You left your parking space and began driving through the night as you noticed a special someone sitting at a bench at the bus stop. You pulled the car up to the bench and rolled down you window.

"Kenny, what are you doing here?"

The blonde looked up from his phone and seemed surprised that you stood or rather parked there.

"Oh, I'm just waiting for the bus, the usual." He said and looked around. "But I feel like it's not coming."

He shrugged and you leaned over to open your car door.

"Hop in, I'll bring you home." You said and he reluctantly got it.

"Stop being nice, I feel like I am taking advantage." He mumbled and closed the door.

"What happened to your truck?" You asked, wondering what must have happened that Kenny had to take the bus.

"Some stupid racoons infested it and bit through some cables. I can swap them, but I had to order them online and it takes a while until they arrive." He crossed his arms, thinking about how much he wanted to strangle those stupid racoons.

"Honestly, I'm starting to see a pattern on why Coon is a raccoon."

Kenny laughed wholeheartedly with you. "That's the best thing I heard about him." Kenny bit his lip and wondered if it was okay for him to ask what he had on his mind for a while.

"Now that you already picked me up and all that..." You stole a quick glance at him before your eyes went straight back to the road. You nodded to signal him to continue.

"Would you mind hanging out for the evening?" He asked, charming as ever.

You thought about it for a moment.

"Sure, why not. I'll still get me some cake though." You said and pointed at the approaching bakery.

"Why?" He questioned curiously as you parked swiftly in front of the store.

"I feel like taking a nice long bath later and maybe I'll relax with some cake."

"You don't need cake to relax when you can have me."

Kenny's smile was incredibly devious and playfully. Normally girls would probably freak out or something about this comment, but between you and Kenny it had become somewhat normal.

"No thanks. The cake won't disappoint me after thirty seconds." You said and got out.

Kenny wanted to protest but you simply smiled devilishly and went straight into the store. Kenny used this time he was given to think of some witty comebacks.

He was not gonna let you have the last word about this. When you came back to the car, and got in, you were told: "You don't need to hide that you just wanna masturbate and think about Mysterion while touching yourself.

Kenny sat there with a smug expression and you rolled your eyes. You placed the package in the back and then gave him a light punch onto the arm.

"That one was good, I'll admit that. But you know, I'd rather think about Mysterion than be touched by you." You said and laughed.

Kenny needed to laugh too, mainly because the whole topic was simply in his favor, even when you were not aware of that.

"Ah, I love our banter." Kenny said and got comfortable in the passenger seat while he watched you drive.

"So do I. Oh, by the way, I got you and Karen some cake too. You'll treat me another time."

"Treat you with my dick? Or would you like my tongue?"

"If your name isn't Mysterion, no chance."

It was more banter to you than actually real. You were not that horny for Mysterion.

Everyone just loved to make this shitty joke at your expense ever so often, but you honestly didn't mind.

"Ah come on. And if I get a costume like his and change my voice a little?"

"Still no chance. Sorry Ken."

That still was a stupid lie. You sure were attracted to Kenny, I mean, who wouldn't. He was a tall, dirty blonde, blue-eyed hard-working man, with a soft spot for his family and great humor. You weren't surprised when you learned how many girls had little crushes on him. He was good looking and even when he wasn't the wealthiest, he was a kindhearted soul.

When you finally reach your apartment complex the two of you got out and Kenny followed you patiently to the fourth floor. Inside your apartment he went straight for the couch and relaxed. You let him be but reminded him of the no shoes rule. He begrudgingly took of his heavy and run-down boots and put them aside. He also, to your surprise, took of his orange trademark parka and tossed it into a corner.

"You'll pick it up later." You remarked from the kitchen when you saw him do that.

"Yeah, Yeah, I will."

You knew full when that he just said that so you wouldn't start a discussion with him. You knew that but still let it slide. For now, at least. You prepared a little sandwich for yourself before you plopped down onto the couch next to the blond.

"So, what are we doing?" You asked with your mouth full and he shrugged.

"How about you take that bath you were talking about and I watch you do so."

Did this shit eating grin ever leave his face?

"Nah, I'm good." You said and smiled back.

"Ah come on." He whined but laughed immediately after.

"Let's just watch some TV." You proposed and snagged the remote to put something on.

You guys were just lazily watching some random show while also being on your phones. All that was on your mind was that bath though. You loved Kenny to death but right now you were just craving some hot warm water all around you.

"Would you mind if I take that bath I was talking about? I really feel like I need that."

You said and the blonde smiled without taking his eyes off the phone. "I'd need you naked too."

You threw one of the couch pillows at him and pretended to laugh.

"Ha ha ha. You're sooo funny, it almost hurts me." You said, got up and walked into your bathroom to start the water.

In the next minutes you were setting up the candles and got your cake ready. When the water was almost ready, Kenny leaned in the doorway and watched you ignite the last candles.

"Jeez, you're going all out. Looks nice though." He said and gave you a low whistle.

"You wanna have me join you sweetheart?" He said and walked over to your kneeling figure. Kenny also got down to one knee and basically massaged your shoulders. You let out a deep sigh and rolled your eyes.

"Hey, Ken, listen, I really appreciate you and love our jokes and shit, but I don't think we should bang. It would be like... I don't know, super awkward if we had something and then just keep being friends and all that. And You're a great friend and I don't want to lose you, you know."

Kenny's smile faded and he frowned a little. "YN, I fucked so many girls and guys and I'm friendly with most of them and even their old or new partners. I'm sure it won't change a thing." He said charmingly and turned your head towards his.

You stared deeply into his eyes and you inspected the beautiful bright blue spots that highlighted it and the dark blue edges, while your heads came closer. You had never seen Kenny’s eyes up close.

And suddenly it struck you.

It felt like an ice cube slide down your spine and you trembled. You pulled your head back and basically fell onto your ass. Kenny eyed you confused and offered you a hand to get back up.

"No, I'm fine... I-I'll just take the bath if you don't mind." You laughed nervously and still confused Kenny nodded and held up his hands in defense.

"I get it, I get it. You won't resist me forever." He smiled and walked out. You were left there, breathing away the strange feeling of panic.

You quickly undressed yourself and went into the hot water. It calmed your racing thoughts down for a little bit and you managed to order them.

The blue, the highlights, the dark edges that formed a beautiful circle. The few freckles underneath the eyes. Why did Mysterion and Kenny have identical eyes? What, How, why, just... Argh!

You began stuffing yourself with cake and tried your best to make any sense of the situation. Was Kenny Mysterion, or did they just have similar eyes?

Or... You thought about it long and hard and eventually.... It kind of just... Clicked?

It made sense.

Kenny was living alone, he was young, in shape, the piecing blue eyes, the need to protect others, some jokes he made... It... It just fitted together like a puzzle.

You quickly finished up your bath and went outside after blowing out the candles.

"What a view." Kenny joked from the couch and you just went straight into your bedroom.

This perverted guy you were close friends with was really the pure and kindhearted Mysterion? In your head it barely made any sense but you kind of just felt like your theory was correct.

You got dressed quickly and just sat on your bed, trying to picture the blond in the purple costume without the hood.

It just fit.

The height, the figure.

Everything.

After a few minutes you heard a knock on your door and carefully Kenny came in.

"Good, you're dressed. Even if I don't mind you in less clothes."

You didn't respond or gave him any attention.

"YN, is everything, all right? You're suddenly so wei- You're Mysterion, aren't you?" You interrupted him and looked straight at him.

He seemed surprised, taken back, unsure.

Everything, Kenny was normally not.

"Me? Mysterion? Sweetheart, was the water too hot?" He laughed when he collected himself again.

"No. Not at all. When Mysterion saved me, he starred straight into my eyes. You guys have the same eyes, freckles, skin tone." You said and waved your hands around.

"I guess no point in denying then. I should have been more careful." He said and sat down next to you.

"Please keep it to yourself. I'm sure if someone knows who I am, they will target the people I'm trying to protect." He said and his hand went through his hair.

"Does anyone else know?" You questioned and he shook his head.

"Nope. Not even Karen. It is dangerous if someone knows who I am. So, I always kept it a secret. I guess my only mistake was trying to fuck you after you were that close to Mysterion but..." He grinned evilly, "You said no one could fuck you except Mysterion. So... Here I am." His hand moved from his head to his knees, presenting himself.

"I wish I was as confident as you." You mumbled.

"I can't believe the hero I always looked up to is... You?" You said, raising and eyebrow and inspecting the blonde once more.

"Disappointed?" He questioned and tilted his head.

"I don't know."

"You wanna know what's funny to me?"

You looked at him, waiting for his reply, but as soon as you saw that shit eating grin on his face, you knew it'd be bad.

"That ass you admired and took pictures of was mine. The guy in your locker is me. It is so funny. You obsessed over me, without knowing it was me. That's so fucking funny, I wish I could tell someone."

He laughed his ass off and fell onto your bed. He just kept saying how funny it is and you felt more and more like a fool.

"Can you shut up, this is embarrassing and confusing you asshat." He finally got back up and held his hands up in a defensive manner.

"Woah, woah, no need to be so hostile." He spoke. You simply rolled your eyes.

"I love that I now have more material to make fun of you. But also, I feel flattered that you love me, without having seen this beautiful face."

"Someday you'll choke on that humongous ego of yours."

"I'd rather choke you."

You had a small starring contest and you lost when you just busted out laughing.

"So, now that you know my secret, I'm sure you will not say anything about it..." He asked and took your hand.

"I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Good, otherwise I'd have to kill you." He said in his Mysterion voice and the grip on your hand got stronger. You felt scared for a second, before he smiled again.

"Just a joke." You just nodded.

"Ahh, come on Sweetheart..." You looked at him again and he had this smug expression once more.

"Don't you love this." And he switched the voice again.

Still somewhat embarrassed and also confused because the guy you had a small crush on turned out to be a friend of yours, your cheeks heat up and immediately Kenny picked up on it.

"I can tell you like it." He whispered into your ear.

"Dude, this feels like some weird roleplay or something." You giggled.

"We can make it that. I still have some of my older costumes."

You laughed once more and bit your lip, while Kenny pushed you slowly onto your bed and got on top of you.

"Oh, shut up Mysteribitch."

"Oh, I'll make you my bitch."

He laughed, before he slowly pressed his lips onto yours. His lips felt somewhat rough and at the same time smooth, kind of just like you imagined what it'd be like.

And also, just like you imagined, his tongue found its way into your mouth rather quickly.

You continued making out for quite a while and honestly, to you it felt like heaven. But eventually you carefully pressed your hands against his chest after they had wandered down from his soft hair and you pressed him away.

"What... Don't tell me you're thinking about this staying friends shit again." He said somewhat aggravated. You shook your head.

"No, I just wanted to ask if you could bring one of those old costumes next weekend. Maybe we can pick up on that roleplay idea." You whispered against his lips and he smiled into the now following kiss.

"Good. I was just gonna say that I don't wanna be friends. I kinda wanna be more. I like you a lot YN." He whispered in-between the kisses.

"I'm fine with that." You whispered back and the two of you just smiled into the many kisses you now shared. And pretty much, just like you expected, it didn't take long for Kenny’s hands to roam around your body and finally wandered underneath your shirt.

You did not just make out that night.

It led to much more and you loved every second of it. When your alarm woke you up in the morning, it felt strange to feel these strong arms around you. You carefully woke Kenny up and told him it was time to get up.

"I don't wanna. It's so nice here. The view it to die for." He said as you got up.

"Go shower. I'll drop you off at work."

"Fine." He mumbled and walked past you, naked.

"The pure confidence of this man."

You got dressed and ready for work, as did Kenny begrudgingly. While you also made him a bit of lunch, he stole some kisses ever so often. You honestly were surprised at this, you imagined this part differently, but of course you did not complain. When you were finally in your car and on your way to work, he proposed an idea.

"Okay, so of you wanna do that roleplay shit, I'll Go the extra mile. Just for you, I'll surprise you with the whole thing. Just leave your window open next weekend and you might be visited by the hero with the great ass." He winked.

You bit your lip, feeling aroused just thinking about it.

"I will do so. Hope Mysterions dick is as good as my boyfriends." You teased and Kenny laughed rather hard.

"Feels strange hearing you say that, but I can get used to it."

"Good." You answered and you two smiled like idiots, thinking all about your crazy plans, while you pulled into your parking space.

"You walk over to your work?" You questioned as you saw Stan approaching from the corner of your eye.

"Yeah. See you at lunch, Babe." He pressed a final kiss onto your lips and took off to his own work.

Stan whistled as you caught up to him.

"I thought you were crushing on Mysterion?" Stan questioned with a smile on his thin lips.

"I kinda got over it. Kenny's a pretty good catch anyway, I think he's the closest to Mysterion that there is." You smiled and Stan laughed at your comment.

"If You say so."

"Oh, you don't know the half of it." You smiled, knowing this secret between you and Kenny will spice thing up in your relationship.

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that-one-bi-wizard · 3 years

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I finally wrote it fellas!! This one-shot is basically just Varian, Hugo, Jack, and Davey hanging out. That’s it. That’s what this is.

Here’s the link to it on ao3

It’s also under the cut, so... yeah. Hope ya’ll enjoy it!

“Where are those two?”

Varian shrugged. “I don’t know. Do I look like their keeper to you?”

The tall blonde rolled his eyes. “Oh and you call me the irresponsible one?”

“Both you and Jack,” Varian replied, not even looking up from his phone. “You two share one braincell.”

Hugo gave a faux look of offense. “Are you calling me stupid? I’m hurt.”

“Good.”

Just then, the taller boy felt a tug on his ponytail.

“Are we making fun of Hugo now? Fun.”

Varian finally looked up to see the two boys they were waiting for. The one who had pulled on Hugo’s hair was a chubby Latino boy and following him was his boyfriend, a tall pale boy.

“About time,” Varian said, putting his phone in his coat pocket. “I just bought the tickets for the movie tonight.”

“Thanks, Hairstripe,” Jack said. “I owe ya one.”

“Sorry we’re late,” the taller boy said. “My professor kept me a little longer than expected.”

Varian opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by his own boyfriend. “Damn Dave, no need to make up excuses. If you hate us, then that’s totally fine.” Hugo smirked.

David rolled his eyes. “Hey, can you blame me? The most I can say is that you’re tolerable. And that’s about it.”

Hugo snorted. “If that’s how ya feel, then your little Jackie there is on the same level of annoying as I am.”

“That’s debatable.”

“Yeah, I’m not annoying,” Jack said. “It’s called being charming.”

“Also debatable,” David said. He slung an arm around Jack’s shoulder.

Varian smiled and shook his head. “Alright, well if we’re done screwing around, mind if we move this along. We got a movie in an hour and a half and I was thinking we could get dinner beforehand.”

“Yeah, let’s head out,” Jack said. “Jacobi’s is just around the corner, so we can eat there and head to the theater afterwards.”

“Sweet. Let’s go then.”

The two couples started on their way off campus and into the city. As they walked through the streets, the wind grew stronger. It was like someone had turned on a giant fan, blowing cold air right through New York.

The four talked for a while about their classes and how their day was as they walked through the crowded sidewalks.

Jack pulled up his hood and shoved his hands in his pocket. “Shit, if I woulda known how cold it was gonna get, I woulda brought a thicker jacket.”

“If you had a smarter brain, you would’ve known how cold New York gets in the winter,” Hugo said with a smile.

Jack punched his arm.

“Assault! I’ve been assaulted!” Hugo exclaimed over dramatically. “Babe, are you just gonna stand there and let me be assaulted like this?”

“Why not? It’ll be entertaining,” Varian said with a shrug.

“Why must you hurt me like this?”

“For my entertainment.”

Another cool breeze blew. Hugo shuddered. “Damn, okay, maybe the cowboy has a point.”

“I told you, stupid,” Jack said, sticking his tongue out.

“Does no one here respect me anymore?!” He sighed. “Well, at least there’s still Dave.”

“Respect is a strong word,” David said.

The blonde trailed a finger down his cheek. “Look what you did. I’m crying now.”

“Good,” the other three said in unison.

Hugo crossed his arms and muttered something under his breath.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at Jacobi’s and took the spot they usually did when they ate together. It was a small booth near the back of the restaurant. David sat next to Jack while Varian took his seat next to Hugo.

David removed his scarf. “Much better.”

“I know right? Winter came early this year,” Varian said, removing his beanie. “I checked the weather earlier today, and it’s supposed to get colder this week.”

“You two sound like such dorks,” Jack said with a smile. “If I wanted to hear about the weather, I woulda stayed home and watched the news… and then ignored it.”

“Mood.” Hugo nodded.

“Well, what would you two like to talk about?” David asked. He crossed his arms.

“I don’t know. Minecraft?”

“No.”

It wasn’t long before a waitress came over to their table and took their orders. As she left, Jack picked up David’s scarf and wrapped it around himself.

“Can I wear this?”

“Why?”

“I’m cold.”

David shrugged. “Sure.” He kissed Jack’s forehead.

Hugo glanced at them and down at Varian’s beanie. He picked up Varian’s hat. “Varian, can I-”

“No.” He pulled it away from him.

Hugo crossed his arms and huffed. “Fine, be that way. Let me freeze to death. Let’s see if you care when I get hypothermia. Then what? Then, you’ll be laughing.”

Varian rolled his eyes and handed the beanie to him.

Hugo smiled. “Thank you, honey. I love you.”

The rest of dinner went by fairly normal. Jack and Hugo were cracking jokes and messing with each other as they usually did while Varian and David talked about studying for upcoming exams.

Afterwards, they left and started heading to the theaters to watch the movie Varian had bought tickets for.

“Hugo, can I have my hat back?” Varian asked as they walked back out into the streets.

Hugo shook his head and held onto it. “No, it’s soft. Can I hold onto it for just a little longer?”

“Oh, okay, it’s not like I need it or anything,” Varian said sarcastically.

“Then, I see no problem.” Hugo smirked.

Varian reached up to get it, but Hugo moved before he could grab it.

“Hugo, give me my hat back!”

“Nope.” He continued to move out the shorter boy’s reach or swatted his hand away.

“Run Hugo!” Jack exclaimed. “He can’t catch you if you run!”

“Jackie, stop encouraging him or I’m taking my scarf from you,” David said.

Hugo grabbed Jack’s arm. “Run!”

The two of them sprinted ahead, dodging crowds as they did. They turned a corner and disappeared with the other two’s belongings.

“Idiots,” David muttered, shaking his head.

“Our idiots,” Varian said.

David nodded and smiled. “Mm-hm.”

The two walked in silence for a while, watching as their boyfriends ran up ahead of them.

“We should probably go after them before they do something stupid.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

With that, the two ran after them.

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all1e23 · 4 years

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Powdered Sugar

Pairings: Sugar Daddy!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Boston didn’t come without repercussions.

Warnings: A bit angsty, but Bucky is all love sick if that helps.

A/N: It’s a shorter chapter but it’s still important and it sets up where our slightly dumb couple is headed. I tried to grab everyone who asked for a tag recently if I missed you please let me know and I’ll add you. This is the fourth part of my series Sugary Sweet. Make sure you catch up!

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam, though! Thanks!***

It felt good to be home. Every time Bucky’s left New York and came back, it made him realize how much this city really was home. Now you were part of that. You were home. It had been five days since you left Bucky to fend for himself in Boston. On the morning of your flight, he got up before the sun was and drove you to the airport. He kissed you for fifteen minutes in front of the airport security check-in and nearly made you late for your flight; he couldn't help it. He hated being away from you, and knowing it would be days before he could hold you again, he might have gone a little overboard — Bucky wanted to make sure you wouldn’t forget about him before he made it back to Brooklyn and to you.

Steve handed over three folded bills to the cashier behind the counter and took two paper cups of coffee, passing one to Bucky. It was their first day back in the office since closing the deal with Carol, and Bucky was having trouble focusing on his job for the first time in his life. He desperately wanted to ditch work and spend the rest of the day in bed with you, but he had a company to run, and he had to be a grown-up.

As Steve reminded him, all damn day.

“So, what’s going on with you and Y/n? You both were... different in Boston.”

“I don’t know Stevie. That last night…” Bucky shook his head and stared at the white plastic lid over his coffee, he couldn’t explain it — there were no words to describe how he felt about you and what happened this past week only made things more confusing.

“It was different. She said I was her stupid, and things were just different from how they usually are. The way we were with each other... I dunno, man.”

Steve was quiet for a long beat before he looked at Bucky with a small grimace he asked, “You’re excited because she called you stupid? I call you stupid all the time.”

“No, it wasn’t like that—”

“Sam constantly calls you dumb. All the time. I have to separate you two—”

“Steve!’ Bucky groaned and shoved Steve away from him. He was not in the mood. He was already grumpy because he wouldn't get to see you until the Stark Gala, and now Steve was pissing him off with the dumb questions.

“She said my stupid. It’s the ‘my’ part I was talkin’ about, dumbass. She called me hers, and it wasn’t the first time, either.”

“What else did she say?” Steve urged with a wide grin.

Bucky felt his cheeks pink, and his ears were burning. He cleared his throat and grumbled through a forced cough. “Uh, she called me her… fella.”

Steve chuckled and bumped Bucky’s shoulder with his. If Sam were there, he probably would have teased him over the pet name, but Steve didn’t. He liked seeing Bucky this happy, and Steve knew it was all thanks to you. He wasn’t about to cheapen Bucky’s feelings by teasing him over a silly name.

“You’re in deep, aren’t you?” Steve asked, already knowing the answer, and Bucky grinned and told him honestly, “Yeah, I think I am, Stevie.”

Bucky fished his phone out of his pocket, with all this talk, and he realized he hadn’t heard from you yet today. This was a sign. Boston was the push he needed. He needed to stop this nonsense, and tell you what he wanted, tell you where he wanted your relationship to go. He was going to tell you what’s on his heart at the Stark Gala — he was done playing around. You had to know he was all in, but if you wanted to keep things the way they were, he could be okay with that. He will stick around for as long as you’ll have him because he was already in love with you.

It was going to hurt when you leave him no matter what, you should at least know how he felt when you do walk away.

You arrived home nearly six days ago, and from the moment you stepped through the door, you refused to talk about the trip or Bucky. There wasn’t a moment of that trip you wanted to relive — even the good parts, it would only make the bad parts more painful. Pretending as if the terrible, awful, wonderful week never happened was the only way you could clean up the mess you made of your heart.

Of course, it would be easier to forget if your roommate minded her own business, and she wouldn’t let it go.

Every time Natasha asked you a question about Boston or Bucky, you evaded. You would change the subject back to her or offer to buy dinner, and Clint would change the topic for you — the pizza or Chinese debate always bought you an hour. Natasha would only put up with that for so long, though. There was no way you could keep that up forever, and you knew that, but you couldn’t get the words out even if you wanted to.

It hurt. You needed distance between you and the damage that was done — if you were going to find a way to repair it.

This morning, you sat at the counter spoon hanging loosely from your hand, spinning your cereal as you stared at your phone in your other hand. You had been like this since you opened Instagram, sitting and gawking at your phone. You couldn’t eat. All you could do was stare. Not after you saw what Sam posted. Most of his additions were of the boys and usually picking on Bucky, but the latest picture was what caught your attention. It looked like it was their last night in Boston, and Carol was smushed between the men.

Against your better judgment, your thumb took on a life of its own and clicked her profile. Carol had reposted Sam’s original image, but there was another photo that made a green monster stir in your chest. The look of their attire said it was towards the end of the night, jackets had been shed, and hair was let down— it was only her and Bucky this time.

Bucky had been caught mid-laugh, glowing smirk and little eye crinkles in captured in Mayfair or whatever the hell filter she deemed was best to highlight your boyfriend— Bucky. He was not your boyfriend. Carol's arm was linked in Bucky's, and she was gazing at him adoringly, but it was the caption that had your hackles raised.

Can you believe no one has snatched this man up? He’s more than just a pretty face, let me tell you. Sweet like you wouldn’t believe and knows how to negotiate. Can’t wait to start working with this stud.

“Why don’t you snatch him up?”

You jumped at the sound of Natasha’s voice coming from over your shoulder and dropped your phone to the counter, narrowly missing your bowl of milk. You hated it when she did that.

“Seriously?” You whined loudly. “I told you not sneak up on me!”

“Sorry. I said your name three times, but you were busy staring at your phone like it was going to turn into something. So, did you snatch him up?”

You shook your head, letting her know you didn’t want to talk about it, but you had to say something. It had been days since it all went down, and she would find out eventually. It was better she found out now before Bucky tired of you and found someone else. You slid off the stool to drop your bowl in the sink. Your cheerios were soggy anyway.

“No, I didn’t, and no, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Y/n, what happened--”

“He doesn’t want to be snatched up, okay? Least of all by me.”

Natasha watched you dump your breakfast in the trash and pour your glass of orange juice down the sink. You avoided her eyes, but she could still see the hurt filling them, as you explained everything that happened in Boston and everything you heard that night. None of it made any sense. Bucky told her how he felt, the whole truth, and no one lies to Natasha.

“Y/n, I know that’s not true.” Natasha pointed to where you were standing and told you what happened that morning he invited you to Boston. “He stood right there, looked me in the eye, and said you meant something to him. He said he was going to tell you in Boston how much you meant to him and that he wanted more than this game you two are playing."

"Well, he lied!” You shouted, falling back against the counter from the blowback of the admission. “Of course, he lied. You’re my best friend. You probably would have killed him and hid the body before I got out of the shower. He’s not going to tell you the truth because he knew you would tell me.”

“And why do you think he told them the truth?”

“Steve is his best friend and his business partner. They all served together, Steve, Sam, and Bucky. They are brothers, and he’s known Sharon for over a decade before she ever married Steve. There is no way he lied to them, and even if he did lie to them, it doesn’t make him any better. It only means he’s embarrassed to with me, so he lied to the people closest to him.”

Natasha wanted to argue, but she couldn’t. He lied to someone, and no matter who caught the lie and who heard the truth, none of it was good.

“You need to talk to him. Tell him what you heard and let him explain himself. Maybe it’s all a misunderstanding. If it turns out he is a total dick, you can use the moves I taught you freshmen year and give him a broken arm as a parting gift.”

A single kiss dropped to your cheek, and she left you alone to find your way through the tangled web of dark thoughts spinning around your head. Natasha was right — like always. You needed to talk to him about the trip, but first… You grabbed your phone from where it fell on the counter and pulled up your messages. Your stupid fingers were at it again. A quick screenshot of Carol’s post, you dropped into the textbox and typed furiously before your brain could gain control over your fingers.

You: Looks like you had fun. Did you finally get snatched up?

That sounded awful and jealous and childish. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to be with you, your phone mocks.

You watched three bubbles pop up right away as if he was already sending you something or at the very least, had his phone in his hand, and guilt swam up your throat, choking you. He was probably working, and you were sending him childish messages fueled by jealousy.

Fella❤: I had more fun when you were with me. I got snatched up months ago. Sorry to say. A sweet girl stole me away. Made me her fella, didn't you hear?

You hated how he could say things that meant so much to you and mean so little to him, and you really hated how much you didn’t hate it at all.

You: Did she? Really?

Fella ❤: Really and truly. She did. I was hoping she would be my date to the Stark Modern Art Charity Gala this weekend. I was about to ask her when I got your message. I haven't seen her in days, and I'm itchin' to have her on my arm again.

Of course, on his arm for show and nothing more.

You: That can be arranged. I don't have a dress, though. I don’t want to embarrass you.

Fella ❤: You could wear a garbage bag and be beautiful, and you could never embarrass me. BUT if you insist on getting dressed up. I think I have something in mind. I'll send it over.

Fella ❤: What has you thinking I could ever be embarrassed by you?

You ignored the question and hoped your answer would keep him distracted so you could have that conversation in person.

You: Okay, I’ll be your girl for the night.

Fella ❤: I hope after the gala it will be more than just one night, sweet girl.

Ordinarily, Bucky’s flirting and little sexual innuendos would make your toes curl, and those stupid butterflies in your stomach flutter — maybe even laugh if it was silly enough, but it didn’t. It left you feeling empty and… wanting. Which only made your choice easier. Of course, you were going to go wherever he wanted you to go because truthfully, five days was far too long without him. You missed him. You missed so much your chest ached, and the only thing that could ease the hurt was seeing him.

If being Bucky’s sugar baby was the only way you could have him, then you were going to take what he could give until he was done with you because you were not ready to lose him just yet.

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aquamarineicecream · 4 years

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Rewind Sanders Sides Superhero AU - Chapter 2

Ao3 Link

>Chapter 1

>Chapter 3

Buying discount Halloween candy at five A.M. was always a good idea, especially when you hadn’t slept at all in the past twenty-four hours. The surprise on the cashier’s face was evident, but Remus disregarded it as he dumped the armful of candy he had been holding onto the checkout counter with a mischievous grin. That grin only grew as he watched the cashier take in his appearance, from the worn black pirate hat on his head to the machine gun strapped to his back.

“So, how much will it be?” Remus asked, moving the dark gray mask covering his eyes up to just beneath the brim of the large feathered hat. The teen behind the cash register just stared at him for a moment, still taken aback by all the weapons Remus had on him. Remus assumed the boy could only hope they were fake. It was only when Remus cocked his head slightly to the right and his expression turned impatient that the teenager quickly started scanning and bagging the candy in front of him.

“Since most of it is 50% off it’ll be, um - ” The boy paused to read the number on the screen in front of him - “$167.93.” Remus didn’t look fazed by the high cost as he pulled five fifty dollar bills out one of the four pouches on his belt and dropped them on the counter without even checking to make sure it was the right amount. He picked up the bags and turned on his heel to leave as the cashier scrambled to get the correct amount of change from the drawer. “Wait, sir - ” the teen started, attempting to call out to the customer before he made it out of the store.

“Keep the change!” Remus interrupted, shifting the six bags full of candy he had bought to one arm so he could wave goodbye to the perplexed boy behind him before pushing out of the convenience store’s glass doors. Remus adjusted the bags so he was once again carrying three bags on each arm as he marched out into the crisp autumn night. He loved the feeling of the cool breeze on his face. Remus decided that since it was never too early to start the day, he’d go to the park for a while to relax and enjoy his first meal of the day.

As Remus walked the short way to the park, he contemplated what he was going to tell the people who had hired him for his current mission. He had known the mission was cursed from the start, of course. No one ever paid that much money for his services unless they seriously meant business. Then again, it was hard not to mean business when you ordered a hitman to take out your enemies. Although he knew that logically he should be suspicious of the rich strangers, he never had lived a life led by logic, had he? And furthermore, he always enjoyed a good challenge; it was what kept his job interesting, after all.

Remus plopped down on a lone bench under an old willow tree once he reached the park. He didn’t particularly care that a middle aged man who appeared to be homeless had already been sitting there. Remus had no qualms about setting down the bags in the space on the opposite side of the man. He lowered the black cloth covering his mouth before talking.

“You changed, little bro,” Remus addressed the man in the thin, torn coat next to him while he started looking through one of the plastic bags holding the different containers of candy. The man glanced at him in confusion before Remus took out a bag of 3 Musketeers and tossed it into the tired man’s lap. “Here, eat up. I got your favorite.” The man frowned as he opened the large bag and took out one of the individually wrapped chocolates before speaking in a rough voice.

“I don’t know you.”

Remus cackled in response. “Oh c’mon, admit it. I know it’s you. I always know it’s you. I mean,” Remus paused mid-sentence to laugh again, “I may be getting a little crazy around the edges but ever since we were kids you couldn’t fool me.” Remus grinned at the ground for a minute before getting his candy of choice from the bag. The other man just unhappily unwrapped his candy before eating it. He didn’t respond until after Remus had eaten a few sour gummy worms, but this time his voice was much livelier and more arrogant than before.

“You do know that technically even though you’re twelve minutes older than me, we’re still twins, right? So it’s not fair for you to call me your little brother,” the man said, through a mouth full of chocolate. Remus turned to face his brother and smirked when he saw the young man was dressed in his usual outfit of a white suit that strongly resembled a prince, save for the bright red cape that had a large gold ‘C’ on the back.

“Twelve minutes still counts as older, Ro.”

“What are you doing here? What time is it even? And more importantly, how much money did you spend on just candy?”

“Hey quit scolding me! You’re gonna sound like your nerd friend soon. He always has something to say about me, too. I only spend a hundred something dollars. And it’s sometime after four, I think,” Remus said, as he gave up on the gummy worms, choosing to start attacking the candy corn instead.

“A hundred dollars only on candy?!”

“It was on sale, Ro, what else was I supposed to do? God, when did you get so booooring?” Remus rolled his eyes and ended up deciding to wrap a gummy worm around a candy corn before eating it so he would have an excuse not to pay attention to Roman’s noise of offense. “Oh yeah, it was when you decided to get all high and mighty. All princely.” Remus scoffed and ate his combination of candy.

“I can’t believe you’re still bitter, Remus. It’s been literal years!” Roman crossed his arms, looking annoyed. “And you still haven’t answered my first question, though I bet I already know the answer.”

“You’ve gotta remind me what that question was cause you know how bad I am at remembering stuff.” Remus was still smirking to himself as he treated himself to more of the delectable treats before him while Roman glared in his direction.

“You’re going after Virgil Messana, aren’t you?” Roman’s tone was accusatory but Remus didn’t bother looking up from the mixed Hershey's bag he was rifling through.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Remus.” Roman had stopped glaring for the moment and instead had taken to getting out another piece of candy. He missed the frown on Remus’s face as Remus finally looked up from his own bag.

“What gave me away? I was so careful that he wouldn’t see me.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Roman started sarcastically, “Maybe the fact that you hit me with a car while I was going after him!” Roman turned to glare fiercely at his brother.

“Wait, that was today?” Remus responded lightly. “Oops. My bad, Ro. But I guess you’re right. I am after him. I was hired by some shady fellas to get rid of him. I still don’t get why though. He’s just some skinny kid our age.” The container of Lemonheads on his lap was forgotten momentarily as Remus fidgeted with the edges of his fingerless black leather gloves.

“It’s weird to think that we have the same target again. And not a good kind of weird.” Roman ate another piece of chocolate before continuing, “But the good part about doing this my way is that I got to read Messana’s case file.” Remus looked intrigued before Roman had even finished speaking.

“What does it say? Who is this Mr. Nobody from Nowhere that everyone wants dead?” Remus looked borderline desperate, as though his life hinged on getting the answers to his burning questions. Roman, on the other hand, looked almost smug to have the upper hand over his twin.

“It’s getting late. I should really get going, Remus. The others will be worried if I don’t get back soon.” Roman flashed Remus his signature grin before grabbing a handful of chocolate and slipping it in a hidden pocket in his suit. He moved the bag from his lap to the bench beside him before standing up and dusting off his knee length cape. Remus grabbed Roman’s hand, looking at him like a child trying to convince his parents to buy him ice cream. Roman, however, simply pulled out of his grasp. “I really do need to go. I’d hate for Logan to wake up and see that Pat and Dee and I are all still gone. I’ll see you around. And you know I’d wish you good luck if we weren’t after the same target.” Roman hesitated for a moment before adding in a much softer tone than with which he usually spoke, “Take care of yourself, brother.” It was clear Remus hadn’t been paying attention or cared enough to acknowledge it though, so Roman turned around with a sigh, his sad expression only lasting for a second before it morphed into what felt like someone else’s face entirely.

“Ro, wait!” Remus called after Roman, after the former had already walked a bit away. Roman instantly froze in place, waiting with bated breath to hear what Remus had to say. “At least tell me why Messana is so important!” Remus shouted, causing Roman to release his breath. Roman should’ve known to expect another question about their target. After all, he had taught himself by now not to expect anything even vaguely reminiscent of fraternal concern nor caring remarks from his brother.

“They said that if he lived, this guy Virgil would change everything,” was Roman’s only response. Remus stayed silent, for once at a loss for what to say. The beaten down, middle aged man in the weathered brown coat walked out of the park without another word, disappearing in the light of the sunrise.

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beevynn · 5 years

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I did a thing! I chose to participate in the Shance Cafe Valentines Exchange hosted by @shance-cafe. My giftee is @kaptainkoalaoshiz. This is my first time doing something like this so I hope I did alright!

You can read it under the cut or on AO3!

Bundles of Love

Shiro fumbled with his keys as he unlocked his apartment door, slowly pushing it open as if it weighed more than the cheap softwood it had been made from. He slowly trudged down the hall as quietly as possible. It was very early, Lance was probably still asleep. Shiro smiled, if there was one thing that always cheered him up after a grueling night shift, it was coming home and taking Lance into his arms.

Walking up to the partially cracked door of the bedroom Shiro nudged it open. The room was pitch black as always, and the soft song of the ocean played in the background. It was the sound machine Lance had bought when they moved in together.

“I grew up on the shores of Varadero! You expect me to be able to fall asleep with all this city noise!”

Shiro smiled as he remembered what Lance had said when he questioned him about the machine. The apartment they lived in had been well insulated when it was built, and while they skimped out on good doors, the walls were very thick. You could only hear the outside life if a window was left open. They both knew the reason they had the machine was because of Shiro.

Tossing his jacket and keys onto the dresser Shiro began stripping out of his suit, leaving it to pile messily on the floor. He would take care of it when he woke up. Dressed in just a pair of boxer briefs Shiro slid between the sheets of the bed, his hands searching for Lance’s warmth. He paused and wiggled closer to the other side of the bed. Maybe Lance had curled up on the edge. Shiro searched again. Nothing.

There was a short paused before Shiro flung the covers off himself and walked to the doorway. Squinting slightly he looked down either end of the hall. No sign of Lance.

Oh?

It was faint but Shiro saw a bit of light coming from the bottom crack of the bathroom door. He walked closer to see better, it looked like someone had stuffed a towel along the crack. He turned the knob and opened the door only to watch as Lance threw himself over a mass of wiggling furry bodies.

“S-Shiro, Hun. You’re home early!”

He was, and he had expected to find Lance sprawled in the middle of their bed fast asleep, snoring in the adorable way that he refuses to admit he does. Finding his fiancé gushing over a pile of kittens on the floor of their bathroom, was the last thing he thought he would find when he went searching for him.

He should have known better than that.

Shiro sighed and leaned heavily against the doorway, “Please tell me I’m asleep Lance, and this is all just a dream.”

The blue-eyed man squawked, “Every moment with me is a dream, Kashi.” He began crawling forward, “But I can kick this dream up a notch if-”

“You can’t distract me with your wiles, Lance. I’m too strong and tired for that.”

Lance scoffed, “Liar.”

Shiro sighed again made his way towards the slumped over Lance, who was currently batting at the paw of one of the many kittens crawling around on the floor. “Do I dare ask?”

Shiro jolted as Lance released high pitch wail and scooped up as many kittens as his arms could hold, his blue eyes watery with unshed tears.

“Shiro you don’t understand. I-,” The rest of his sentence was intelligible as Lance had buried his face in the furry bundle in his arms. He kept his face obscured as he continued his story leaving Shiro standing confused, as he couldn't understand a word he said.

“Lance, I-”

Said man’s head rose from where it had been buried, “They needed me, Shiro!”

Shiro smiled, Lance was adorable, “I understand that Lance, but wasn’t able to hear you.”

The two men stared at each other silent. One with a tired smile on his face, and the other with tear filled eyes. Shiro watched, love-struck, as his significant other gathered his bearings. Though Lance tried to strut around as if he had no feelings everyone knew he felt, and he felt strongly.

Clearing his throat Lance nodded to himself releasing the kittens from his grasp, “I was walking home from work yesterday, you know, during that storm? When I was passing that super creepy alley down the street I thought I heard something. I shook it off thinking it was just the rain, but then the sound got louder, and it was something meowing. A cat, obviously.” Lance paused and looked down, “Or kittens as I should say.”

Shiro said nothing, silently willing him to continue his story.

“They were in a cardboard box!” Lance exclaimed flinging his arms in the air, “It’s like Oliver and Company but sadder, and with no wisecracking dog to teach them how to survive in this cruel world!”

“What?”

Lance shook his head, “You just as uncultured as Keith. It’s sad.”

Shiro chuckled, and crouched next to Lance, letting himself play with the stumbling balls of fluff, “So you thought it was a good idea to bring...two...six...twelve kittens to our apartment.”

“Thirteen actually.” Lance stuck his hand into the front pocket of his oversized hoodie, most likely Shiro's, and slowly pulled out a lump of fur that snuggled into the palm of his hand. “There’s also this little fella. I’m pretty sure he’s the runt, and look.”

Shiro swallowed heavily as he noticed the small kitten was missing the bottom half of his front left leg. All that was left was a stump dusted with wavy deep black fur. “Oh.”

Lance smiled softly and held out his hand and Shiro flopped out of his crouch next to him, gently taking the small kitten with his artificial hand. He cooed softly as bright blue eyes tiredly blinked open.

“I couldn’t leave ‘em, Shiro. They would have died.” Lance murmured as he watched Shiro attempt to play with the slowly waking kitten. He laughed as Shiro slumped against him, the larger man allowing the entirety of his weight to be propped up by Lance.

“You’re such a good person, Lance. I love you so much!”

Lance laughed again and stroked Shiro's hair as he nuzzled into his neck, “Wow, you must be super tired. You only get this gushy when you’re about to crash.”

Shiro nodded, “I am a little sleepy.” He yawned before continuing, “You know we can’t afford to keep these kittens, Lance. We both work, and thirteen extra mouths to feed is just a little out of our budget.”

Lance pouted and nodded, “I know, and honestly this was a very spur of the moment kinda decision.”

Shiro huffed a laugh into Lance’s neck, “I guessed.” He paused and lifted his neck to return his gaze to the kitten in his arms. “Looks like this little guy fell asleep again.”

The kitten was adorable, all of them were, but there was something special about the runt of the litter. “Well...We have been talking about getting a pet.”

“Oh my god!” Lance squealed as he bounced around, jerking Shiro from where he lent against him. “Are you for real?”

Shiro smiled and softly kissed his excited partner, “Of course I am, Love”

Lance laughed and hugged Shiro before releasing him and turning his attention to the kittens once again “We can take them to the shelter later today. Once you get some sleep.” His voice became high as he stoked the kittens clamoring around his hand for attention, “Don’t you worry little ones. You’re all so cute; you’ll be adopted by loving families very quickly.”

Shiro watched as Lance continued to baby talk the twelve kittens around him. They would find loving homes. The thirteenth however, wouldn’t be leaving. Shiro knew that he belonged in their small family. He scratched the kitten between his ears and smiled as it began to purr.

“Lance, did you get litter and food? It’ll be sometime before the shelter opens.”

A look of panic flashed across Lance’s face, “I didn’t think of that.”

“Thought so, I guess I’ll run to the store.” He handed Lance the kitten and joking wagged his finger, “You’re lucky I love you.”

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angelicrome · 6 years

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babyblue ✦ c.h

✽ requests, feedback or just asks - masterlist

pairing: calum hood x reader

warning: no. like a bit of swearing maybe.

author’s note: read it, it's great, an amazing concept.

✽ Description: Y/N is working late as a waitress in a mediocere resturant, even though it was not what she wanted to. But the evening gets a bit more exciting when four fellas her age walks in. A certain brown boy catches her eye and she really cannot forget him.

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You waddled your way through the tables. You were serving your last table. This table and then you were done for today. Over and out. You couldn’t wait to get home, get in your pyjamas and watch The Bake-Off or whatever you could find that could calm you down. Seeing people competitive bake had always had a calming effect on you.

You turned around the corner to see the last table. It was a couple and it was clearly one that had been together for a long time.

“Was that all?” You asked in your waitress-voice. It was a lot friendlier, kinder and a little bit higher than your normal voice. The couple both looked up at you. She was a redhead with freckles all over her head and some on her left arm, too. She had a thick Scottish accent and a very opening smile. The guy she was with had brown, almost black hair and were just as pale as her. His glasses were a little too nerdy and they seemed to take his focus off his charming face. You noticed she had a dazzling engagement ring on her finger.

“Yes, that would be all. And we’ll just pay in cash,” she answered and took out her purse, already looking for a wallet. The guy began his search for his wallet as well.

“Great. I’ll bring the check over.” You turned around quickly on the heel and started walking to the cashier counter and pulled out the check. It had been a busy night which was why the couple was placed in the corner, but most of the visitors had left the place almost empty. There were two friend groups who was sitting in each of their sides of the restaurant, then there was a clear first date situation who seemed to hit it off pretty well and then there was the cute couple you were serving.

You loved the restaurant you worked in with your whole heart. At daytime, it was so upbeat and energetic to be in but at nighttime, the energy soothed out and it was cosy and warm to be in. The counter and register were in the middle of the restaurant and behind it were the kitchen where there was a huge staff on Saturdays, but a small staff on Wednesdays. The tables were made of wood, the chairs were made of wood, the walls were made of woods, the floor was made of wood. Everything was made of wood, but it gave something to that cosy-vibe it had. Besides the chairs and tables were all in different pastel colours. The lights in there were bright yellow and warm and there were very few actual lamps and a lot of fairy lights. The wall decorations weren’t that expensive. There were some cheap paintings that the manager had bought in, but a lot of the wall decorations were polaroids. It was an idea that one of your friends had purposed to the manager; to have polaroids of the restaurant hanging all over the place. So some places there were plastered old and new polaroids on the walls, some were hung up nice and systematic while others were just hung up as a huge mess. It was totally random polaroids with random motives and what was on the polaroids. Some were with a couple of famous people, others were just random people who wanted to be on the wall. But again, it gave something to the vibe which you liked. It made the restaurant feel more like a home than a business.

The only two waiters left were you and your colleague Adam, who you never really liked and he never really liked you. But you talked together when you were working and you could handle each others company and that was all that mattered to you.

“I can’t wait to go home,” you said to Adam who was writing a check for two of his tables, too. He nodded to agree with you and let out a small “Mmmh” sound.

You swayed your way through the tables to the couple in the corner. The tables weren’t exactly systematic either. They were placed randomly where they looked the best - at least that’s what the manager had said. It looked like a mess.

“Here’s your check,” you laid it on the table and began balancing the plates and glasses on your arms and fingers. You were getting pretty good at that task.

“Thank you.” The Scottish lady sang and put in half of the money and the man put on the other half.

You started walking away but turned your head to the couple as they were on their way out. “Oh, and congratulations on that ring.” You said in your normal-voice and winked. The lady chuckled and bit and the man had a wide smile on his face as he said “Thank you, I am one lucky man” and then they walked out of the restaurant. They kissed on their way out.

You got behind the counter and started putting the dishes in the kitchen as Adam was just watching you, with widened eyes, clearly wanting to say something to you. The only people left were one of the friend groups, but they were on their way out as well. After you finished with the dishes, you dried your hands off in the pastel blue apron you had to wear for the job and started taking it off to put it under the counter for the next waiter. You could still feel Adam’s stare, so you turned to look him in the eye, with the apron still in your hand.

“What, Adam?” You sighed and clenched the apron a bit in your hand. You wanted to go home so badly.

“Well, I just wanted to ask you if you might want to cover the rest of my shift for me?” He said with a fake smile and furrowed brows. You could hear the desperation and hope in his voice but immediately cut him off.

“Adam, I just wanna go home and cuddle with my dog and sleep and text my mom and-“ and you continued while Adam was talking over you; “I just got a text from me crush telling me to come over, this is an opportunity, don’t you want me to be happy?”

You didn’t hear and didn’t care what he was saying.

“I’ll give you 100 dollars.” Adam raised his voice and said it without blinking while the two of you were standing face to face, almost in a stare-off. You weren’t gonna say no to that offer.

“Deal.” You shook his hand and gave him a small nod. “I want them in cash tomorrow morning.”

Adam nodded and put his phone in his pocket before throwing his apron under the counter. You sighed and thought to yourself that you were gonna make it. The restaurant was empty so you could just do nothing plus it was only an hour and a half before you could call it a night. An hour and a half till the clock struck 1 in the morning. You sat down on a bar stool that was always behind the counter, for times like these. It was quiet and all you could hear was the sound of the dishwasher in the kitchen. You didn’t even want to go out in the kitchen because you knew it was Tommy and Cecilia on the shift and you disliked those two more than you disliked Adam. Well, you liked Tommy, Tommy was quite nice but Cecilia was a bitch. One time she spilt the leftovers of a milkshake over you, just because you had made a joke about her hair. And not even a cruel one, just a funny, innocent joke that everyone laughed at. Ever since that day she had been mean to you - and you couldn’t handle a mean bitch right now. After all, the soreness and exhaustion had kicked in and all you wanted was to go home.

You stared right at the front door that was made of glass so you could see the very few people who were walking outside. There was that sweet couple who kept walking back and forth, laughing every time they walked past the restaurant. Then there was one shady guy who stood far away from the door, you could barely see his shadow but you knew he was there. At some point, four lads came into the picture and you leant your head back as you watched them get closer. Two of them were dressed in leather jackets and they all had a blonde-brownish hair colour except for one with very dark hair. They were on the way to the restaurant and you got up from the stool to greet them. You hoped they were nice because four men could be scary to handle when you were alone. The door opened and the little bell above the door ringed. You normally didn’t even notice that the restaurant had a bell because it was always quite loud in the room.

The first that came in was wearing a white buttoned down shirt with a leather jacket. He had long hair and he reminded you of a golden retriever. He was also the tallest. Following him were a guy with a yellow-ish sweater and black skinny jeans and a long brownish fringe. The following looked around the restaurant and for a spilt second, you had eye contact with him. He smiled shortly, making a few dimples appear. He had short, curly hair and was wearing a black leather jacket too and with a checkered shirt underneath. The last one was the most interesting. He was wearing a coral-pink slogan tee with black skinny jeans. His brown hair was a mess and his eyes were widened as if he was trying to stay awake. His cheeks were rosy and his eyes had so much depth. You tried your best not to check him out, but how could you not? He had a nice tan and quite a body which had a few beautiful tattoos on it. He looked at you, for quite a while, but he didn’t smile or anything. You gave him an insecure smile but he turned his face away. He didn’t seem unfriendly or unkind though. He just seemed like he didn’t want to go out with the three fellas in front of him.

The tallest and the guy in the yellow sweater were chuckling at something as they sat down in the middle of the room. They were sitting around a large pastel-blue wooden table with chairs in different past colours, the brown-haired and the one with the checkered shirt were talking together, quietly. They found the drink menu on the table and started discussing what they should drink. The one in the yellow sweater said that he shouldn’t drink alcohol anymore which the other three didn’t seem too happy about. They were all a little silent which didn’t really comfort you; you normally wouldn’t have four young fellas walk in at almost midnight and be that quiet.

You gave out a small groan as you found four menus behind the counter and made your way to the boys. You took your steps carefully as you prepared your waitress-voice and went over what you had to say. Welcome, I’ll be your waitress for tonight, can I take your drinks and all of that stuff.

“Hello and welcome. I’ll be your waitress for tonight. Here are the menus,” you handed out the four menus and were already tired of your own voice. It seemed too sweet, you thought to yourself.

The one with the checkered shirt mumbled: “thank you” while the tallest one whispered a small “nice” with a weird accent. They were definitely not from here.

“Are you ready to order drinks?” You asked and put your hand in the pocket of your blue apron to look for the pen and paper that always were with the apron. The waitress outfit consisted of the baby-blue apron and white skate-dress and a pair of white heeled boots. You actually liked the outfit, it was quite adorable on you. You had your hair up in a tight ponytail but by now strands and locks of hair had just fallen out and were in your face and the tight ponytail wasn’t that tight anymore. You pulled out the paper but kept looking for the pen. But you already knew it was pointless and that you had forgotten it at the counter. “Sorry, but I forgot my pen, so I’m just gonna-“

You were cut off by the one in the checkered shirt. “Oh, I have one.” He pulled out one from his leather jacket and you couldn’t help but look surprised. The three others started laughing as the guy would try to come up with an explanation as to why he had a pen in his pocket. The explanation sounded like he was telling a joke or a funny story. You noticed the tanned boy’s smile and couldn’t help but let out a small smile yourself.

“Now there’s another reason why I have a pen on me,” the one with the checkered shirt turned to you with a serious face. You didn’t say anything but just smiled and took the pen as he handed it to you. “It’s because I can help you. In times like these.”

You coughed lightly and nodded before returning to the rest of the table. “Thank you, I appreciate that. Now back to those drinks? Have you made up your mind?” You asked again and the one with the yellow sweater was the first to answer.

“I’ll just have a water,” he looked up at you and you noticed how blue his eyes were. Almost as blue as your apron.

“Me too,” The tallest guy said and looked at the one with the checkered shirt. “I’m way too drunk already.”

It was weird because they didn’t seem like they were hammered. Except for the guy with the checkered shirt.

“No! No waters for either of you!” He shouted with a hidden grin, making the tanned boy make a scared expression that quickly got replaced with a giggle. “This is the last show in North America and we about to fucking celebrate. Where the fuck did your party-mood go?”

You felt awkward and confused; where they a band? And the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. They sure looked as a band.

“What Ashton is trying to say here,” the tanned boy said as the first thing he even said. His voice was deep and sort of soothing - perfectly for an audiobook - or singing. Ashton was probably the one with the checkered shirt, you thought. “Is that we need, or I need two shots of tequila and then I also need a vodka/juice kind of drink.”

You noted it on the paper and looked at the three others. “I’ll take the same,” Ashton said and the other three jumped on the same wagon. You wrote it on the paper and looked at them again.

“Anything else?” You asked, knowing that they would probably buy-

“Some of your finest wine,” Ashton obnoxiously howled, taking the words out of your thought and making it a reality. It was good that they were the only ones in the restaurant because otherwise you would have had to kick that Ashton-guy out.

You nodded. “Alright. You’re probably gonna need some time to look at the menus, right?”

“Yes, that would be nice, thank you.” The tanned boy gave you a small smile. It made your stomach turn as his brown eyes met yours. They were quite simple yet complex. You hated that you wanted to stare at him, drool over him and that he already could make him blush when you didn’t even know him. You went behind the counter and started making the drinks ready.

The bar was just beside the counter and in the busy hours, there would usually stand a professional bartender for the more complex drinks. Luckily all they ordered was shots, and some drinks with only two ingredients in them so it was pretty easy for you to make. You put the drinks on a platter and took a bottle of the finest wine and walked towards the table. They had all started to become louder and louder for every minute passing. You were started to notice how drunk they were. You looked over and saw Ashton and that tanned boy giggling at something the tall boy had said. They were all pretty good looking, actually. They also seemed pretty close and you wondered if they were just a couple of gay couples hanging out.

You gave them each of their drinks and one shot each and placed the fine wine in the middle of the table.

“A’ight, we just gonna do the shots now or…” The tall one questioned, but the one with the yellow-sweater had already downed his and let out a small moan.

“Damn, that’s strong.” He murmured.

“Right, so we are gonna take the shots now.” The tall one grinned and the rest took all of their shots as you were already ready to have them order some food.

They were all chuckling and giggling like drunk sorority sisters. You didn’t know whether you should be annoyed because you weren’t home sleeping right now or if you should be thankful that the four fellas were making it a bit more fun to be working.

“Are we ready to order?” You questioned again with your waitress-voice. And they all ordered something extremely fancy and with side dishes and all but as soon as Ashton was finished with his order (his order was the longest order) he squinted his eyes at you as if he was thinking really hard.

“What’s your name, waitress-girl?” You didn’t like that nickname and knew that if you weren’t going to just answer him, that you would be called that for the rest of the night.

“Y/N.” Ashton nodded and looked around the table. “I’m Ashton.” He pointed at himself. “That’s Michael.” He pointed at the one opposite himself, the one with the yellow sweater and the fringe. “Over there is Luke.” He pointed across the table to the tall golden retriever. “And this is Calum.” He put a hand on the tanned guy’s shoulder who was sitting right next to him.

“I’ll be over with your food in just a second.” You said and walked away from the four lads who immediately started talking like they were hens as soon as you were gone. You went out to the kitchen to be met by Tommy, who looked like he wanted to go home too.

“Here Tommy. That’s probably the last thing you’ll be doing today,” you gave him the note where you had written the four boys’ orders on and Tommy let out a huge groan and let his head fall backwards in exhaustion.

“I can’t do this anymore! I am so quitting tomorrow.” He said and began finding bowls and ingredients and putting them on the table. You nodded to try and make him feel better but knew that a small nod wouldn’t help. Tommy had been planning to quit for a while but he had a huge crush on the manager, so it was harder for him to quit. And there were reasons to quit: the work environment was great, the money was not.

You went out to the counter again and found your phone. 23.44. The worst thing was that you weren’t allowed to kick the boys out till 2. That was the policy, close the doors at 1, lock them at 2. You hoped and prayed that the four lads were quick eaters. You looked over and noticed that they had already opened up the wine and were now pouring it up. You got eye contact with Luke and regretted it afterwards because he opened his mouth and waved you over.

“Y/N, we need something!” He shouted and you walked over to them with the waitress smile.

“Refills?” You noticed how all of their other drinks were empty. They were quick drinkers, so they must be quick eaters, too.

“No, not yet,” Michael said.

Ashton turned to you with his whole body and began talking. “See, we have a situation here-“

“No, we don’t.” Calum interrupted. “We really don’t.”

“Yes, we do,” Michael yelled and gave a small nod to Ashton to get him to continue.

“Thank you, Michael. And you-“ Ashton twisted around to face Calum quickly and pointed a strict and judging finger at him. “should just shut up because we are actually doing something nice for you.”

“No, no, you shouldn’t do it. You should stop doing it.” Calum said with a serious expression. While the other three were having a blast, Calum was clearly not.

“What’s wrong, guys?” You had forgotten to use your waitress-voice but they didn’t seem to care so you decided not to care anymore.

“Okay, so Y/N you might want to pull out a chair,” Ashton said and you pulled out a chair at the end of the table and looked at Ashton who had turned to face you again. “Calum Hood over there is very much single and he is very much attracted to you. He told me. And that’s why he is kind of quiet and shy and kind of mad right now.”

You didn’t know what to do. It was a rare situation that and something you hadn’t experienced before. It wasn’t rare to be hit on as a waitress but it was rare that a friend would hit on you for another friend. You just chuckled and gave Calum a small glare. His cheeks were redder than normal and he seemed small in comparison to the three other lads. He seemed so innocent and sweet instead of a tall bad boy with tattoos - the impression you had gotten from him at first.

“It’s not true,” He whispered and tried to look at Luke, almost as a scream for help. But Luke just poured a bit more wine in his glass and mumbled ‘You’re gonna need it’ and then Ashton continued.

“So we, us three, decided that we wanted to help our dear friend out a little bit since he’s too shy to talk to you yourself.”

“I’m not shy, Y/N, I can talk to her myself with no problem, you fucking idiot,” Calum said and gave Ashton a punch on his shoulder before looking at you. “Listen, Y/N, I am talking to you right now.”

“Yes, you sure are.” You grinned. It was amazing how he would go from a bad boy to sweetie to goofball in seven seconds. He seemed wise, you thought as if he had lived longer than the others even though he looked the youngest. He was like a wise goofball. You smiled at the thought; wise goofball.

“I’m not really a big talker, I’m not that good with words.” Calum then said, out of nowhere. Ashton cut him off pretty quickly.

“Right so we were thinking that-“ He burped and giggled while looking at the company around him. The giggle reached his eyes. “Sorry ‘bout that. We were thinking that maybe me, Mike and Luke could figure out how compatible you were with Calum Hood by asking you some questions. And if you were compatible with him, you would give him your number. Or kiss him or something. ”

“You know because we want to help our friend and you don’t seem like you have anything to do around here,” Luke said in a mocking tone and looked around the restaurant as if he was expecting to somehow find other people hiding in the corners. “Like there is nobody else.” It seemed like he was finished talking so Michael opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Luke, again. “And your job is actually to make our experience the best experience. So you can kind of say that doing this is your job.”

“But if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. It’s not your job.” Calum muttered, leaning his head on his hand to see you.

“Wait, do you have a boyfriend, Y/N? Because then doing the quiz isn’t really that useful.” Michael inquired. Calum looked at you with wide eyes. His eyes reminded you of home; they felt so warm and safe. You wondered what you should answer; if you said yes, then you shouldn’t deal too much with four drunk lads - but if you said no that meant that you either got a handsome guy’s phone number or a kiss from him. There really was no big downside to it.

“No, I don’t. If Calum is okay with it, then you can ask me any questions you want.” You answered and got up from the chair. You stood behind it and looked down at the four guys who were all looking up at you. You were sort of waiting for an answer from Calum, but he didn’t really seem to understand that so there was silence for a while before you opened your mouth again. “Calum, are you okay with the small compatible-or-not quiz your friends are hosting?”

“Yes, yes. I am more than okay with it.” He said in awe and his cheeks flamed up a bit as he had realized what he had said. Ashton giggled at him; he had quite a charming laugh.

“Great. I’ll go look to the food and see if it’s ready.” You said and twisted around on your heel, on your way to the kitchen but turned your head to face the table as you were walking. “Oh, and I have some questions for you four, too.”

Michael gave you a big thumbs up and Luke just yelled something with ‘can’t wait’ and ‘up the sleeve’. As you got to the kitchen you saw Tommy in full swing, making the food. He was almost finished, he said as you opened the door. You could feel his stress and could almost see a sweat drop trickle down his temple. It also smelled like sweat - actually more like a mixture of sweat and deep-fried fries. Tommy was always stressing when he was cooking, even though he would only have to cook for four people. He was just that passionate about it. You decided to wait in the kitchen until he was finished so you jumped up on one of the clean counters and told him about the four fellas who had convinced you to do a quiz. It was mostly you talking, Tommy just made noises like ‘mm’ and ‘yea’, but you knew that you couldn’t get more out of him when he was cooking.

Cecilia came around the corner and you were almost sure you accidentally rolled eyes at her, even though you tried not to. While she annoyed you at times, you were learned by your family that you should be kind to all people - even those people who weren’t kind to you. But with Cecilia, it was easier said than done.

“Jesus, why would anyone even be interested in you at this point?” She said, clearly having overhead what you had talked about.

“Excuse me?” You turned around to face her. She was leaning up against a broom that she had been cleaning with and had an awfully cocky smile on her lips. She was pretty hot and that was what annoyed you the most.

“I mean, it’s been a long day. Your eyeliner smudged, your hair’s falling apart and the only lipstick there’s still on your face is on your teeth. Not to mention the stains on the uniform.” She chuckled.

Your face was getting hotter as you opened your mouth wide open, surprised, but not that surprised, that she would say that. Your hands clenched around the counter you were sitting on.

“What?” You sneered.

“You know I’m saying it as a friend, Y/N.” Cecilia swept a little dirt to the side, then to the other as if she was playing a game. She sure as hell wasn’t making the floor cleaner. “All I’m pointing out is that maybe you should fix yourself up a bit.”

You closed your eyes and fought back the urge to punch her in the face. She was like a school bully, expect it wasn’t school and you couldn’t just threaten her with a fake karate-kick. Tommy clearly could feel the tension because he very loudly yelled: “Food’s ready!” as he was putting the last details on the plates. You jumped down from the counter, took two plates on each arm, kicked the door open and started walking out of there with your chin held high. You were not going to allow her to make you feel bad about yourself.

“There’s food, fellas.” You sang as you got around to the table. You placed the plates in front of each person while listing their order. You had almost forgotten Ashton’s so you just put some fancy dinner names in the order and he seemed pleased with that.

“A’ight, you can sit down again, Y/N,” Ashton said and you took the same spot at the end of the table. They all had the same excited expression that kids had when they saw the ice-cream truck - except for Calum. He had the expression of a lactose intolerant kid when the ice-cream truck came and all of his friends ran to get a treat but he had to silently watch them enjoy the ice-cream. Yup, that summed up the expression of Calum’s face at that moment.

“You said you had some questions for us, too?” Luke said with food in his mouth. You nodded and began asking some of the questions that you had pondered about. You got the whole schmeer, the whole timeline of their friendship. How Luke had started making videos on YouTube and how Calum and Michael had joined and they called themselves 5 Seconds of Summer, which they still did to this day. And how Ashton’s former band took a hiatus so he eventually joined 5 Seconds of Summer. You did not realize that they were from Australia until they told you because their accents were not obvious. You were surprised at how you didn’t know exactly who they were since they toured with One Direction, so you asked them to sing some songs. Which resulted in them singing different songs each and you recognizing three of them then fangirling a bit over them. You decided to take a polaroid of them to hang on the wall and you told them about the restaurant's messy theme.

The four boys kept buying drinks for themselves and for you which meant that you had to get up every time they ordered another. You started feeling the alcohol swirling around your body and confounding your brain.

“Okay, I have one last question.” You drunkenly said and looked at Calum. “Why are you still single?”

A chuckle escaped Calum’s lips, as his ears and cheeks were rosy from the alcohol. He gazed into your eyes, his crinkling up as he smiled and answered: “You just might find out one day.”

At first, you didn’t say anything. You scrunched up your nose and then grinned at him before Ashton raised his glass, now filled with whiskey and toasted. “Let the quiz begin!” He chimed his glass against yours and took a huge sip out of the whiskey.

“Now, Y/N, we need to know a little bit about you,” Luke said, leaning closer to you, even though Michael was sitting in the middle of you two. “Tell us about yourself, girl.” He said the last thing very cheerfully.

You panicked because you knew you had an awfully complex mind to explain to people who didn’t know you. “Uh, I live in an apartment close to my college and…” and so you continued. Went through the basics. Your family and pets and closest friends. Your favourite colour and your favourite food.

“That’s great, Y/N, but we need to know you.” Ashton interrupted you at some point which relieved you because you were almost falling asleep telling about your favourite cake. “Like… what is the best and worst romantic situation you’ve ever been in? And what would you change about that situation?”

“Jesus,” you said under your breath. Ashton sounded so thoughtful and not drunk at all. He sounded like a wise love doctor. But his nose was red as Rudolf’s so you knew he wasn’t going to remember much of the night. “Uh, I think the best one was a fling I had a few months back.”

“What went wrong?” Ashton inquired and suddenly you were spilling out all your secrets and insecurities. They kept asking questions like “How was your childhood?” and “Who do you want to switch lives with? And why?” and “What’s your deepest regret?” and “If you could change how your mind works, would you?”. They were good. The questions were honest and emotional, just like the answers. You normally didn’t open up like that to anyone, but a few drinks down and a couple of good listeners could apparently make you open up like that.

It wasn’t just Ashton, Luke and Michael who asked the questions. Most of the time it was actually Calum that kept the conversation flowing. Sometimes he would come with his own point of view, his own story. It calmed you down, knowing that it was just a conversation and not an interrogation. And it wasn’t an all serious conversation - there were jokes and mispronunciations and funny stories which all led to some good laughs. And you found yourself looking at Calum every time he laughed.

At some point, Tommy and Cecilia wanted to get home so they gave you the key - or Cecilia threw it in your face and said something smart, but you were tipsy so you didn’t care. They told you to lock up the restaurant and treat the last guests with kindness. You told them that of course, you would treat them with kindness and Cecilia rolled her eyes at you. You turned around to face the table again and some new straightforward questions were asked.

“Do you believe in love?” A quiet moment had passed and Ashton had asked the question without any warning.

You bit your lip, thinking back to the couple that you had served two hours ago. “It depends on what kind of day I’m having.”

“What about today?”

You caught the brown warm eyes of Calum before answering, holding his glare. “Today I do.”

Michael whistled which made Luke punched him lightly on the arm. You felt your heart pounding against your chest as a huge smile approached your face - just like a huge smile approached Calum’s.

“Oh my God, they’re so in love,” Luke whispered, clearly unaware that he had said that out loud. You all chose to ignore it.

“Okay, I think we figured it out,” Ashton announced. “Drum roll, please. Oh wait, I’m the drummer.” He giggled and began drumming with his hands on the table. “The truth is… that we are just idiots and don’t know anything about love or how compatible you are.”

Luke wheezed loudly and Calum almost snorted out his drink out through his nose.

“But!” Michael belted, not satisfied with Ashton’s evaluation. “I think that the two of you would make a great, great couple and that you should definitely have sex.”

“Oh!” You laughed. “Oh, okay.” Calum laughed with you and you felt your stomach turned around as he smiled. “Would you like to pay now?”

Ashton chugged the last of his drink. “Yes, ma'am, we would very much like to pay. Then we’re getting out of here because it’s almost half past two and we have a show tomorrow.”

You had forgotten they were in a band and you made a little ‘o’ with your face. “Where?” You questioned as you stood up and got behind the counter.

“Here. Tomorrow noon. You should come.” Michael shouted from the table as they were all getting up from their chairs. Calum yawned and he stretched out, whispering something to Ashton. Should you ask for his phone number or was that taking it too far? You hadn’t been declared compatible, you had just been talking. But on the other hand, it felt like a connection

Luke came over and paid quickly with card. His eyes were almost popping out of his head when he saw how much it cost. He told the rest of the band that they owned him big time and they told him that if it weren’t for their presence, he wouldn’t be famous to which he just sighed and put his card back in his wallet. They waved at you as you were taking off your apron and putting it down under the counter and you yelled goodbye to them as they were walking out of the door. Calum was walking with Ashton, talking so quietly it was impossible for you to hear what they were discussing. He seemed bothered as he fiddled with his fingers and the thick silver rings he was wearing. Was he really just gonna walk away?

No. You liked this guy and had a feeling that he liked you, too. “Calum!” Luke was closing the door until you yelled at the tattooed boy. Calum twisted his head and you were met by some fetching eyes and a wide grin he was trying to suppress.

“Uh, would you just…?” You waved at him to come over and the boys just kept looking at he got closer. One step at a time. The only thing that was between the two of you were the counter and you hated that there was something between you two. You face was almost touching his and you could smell the vodka/orange juice-combination on his tongue. You noticed the black stubbles on his chin and how the small moles were placed, reminding you of a star constellation. A vague smile was on his lips and his thick eyebrows were raised a bit. You could hear the boys chat and whisper behind him but you decided to shut them out - or try to at least.

“I think I’m a little drunk.” You began with a foolish giggle. “But I feel like we can talk pretty well and you’re pretty cute and if you want my number-“ you quickly found a napkin and a pen under the counter. “Then it’s here. Just, if you want to, you know.”

“Thanks. You know, I might be pretty drunk, too, but I think you’re cute as well.” Calum smirked and folded the napkin in his hand. He leant in over the counter and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before twisting around and walking to the boys who were all standing with wide grins plastered on their faces.

“We’ll call you about the show tomorrow,” Michael yelled as they walked out of the door. “Now that we have your phone number.” And then the glass door slammed and you could see how Luke was jumping around Calum and Ashton was clapping his shoulder all while Calum was just trying his best to push them away from him with a snicker.

You turned to the table where they had sat and begun carrying the dishes out in the kitchen. There was a lot of empty glasses.

You could see Calum’s eyes for you, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, about them and about the lingering kiss on your cheek. And soon the first text from him chimed in and you pulled out your phone. It was a simple invitation to tomorrow’s show.

You went to the show a little earlier and went backstage where you and Calum talked for a while. There was a lot happening and he would try and explain all of it. The rituals, the people, everything that they had experienced. You felt a comfort around him and found the same depth and safety to his eyes that you did the day before. Even when it was just the two of you even when you were sober. You watched the show from behind the stage. Calum looked focused, as his eyebrows sometimes would furrow when he was concentrating on a ridiculously hard bass line. You were so fucking attracted to him at that moment. At one point, during some random song you didn’t know, he looked at you and a wide grin reached his dark eyes.

The show ended and the boys walked out one by one, taking deep breaths. Luke and Michael went out first and they both gave you a quick hug and a smile. The sweat was dripping and the adrenaline was pumping as they got out and started yelling about the show. You didn’t care though, because you could see Calum coming closer, walking straight towards you, determination in his eyes. A few inches from you and he pulled you closer by your waist. You pressed your lips against his and closed your eyes, completely letting go into the kiss. The smell of sweat lingered around you but you didn’t care. A vague taste of nicotine was playing on his lips but again you didn’t care. Your stomach was doing flips, as you held your hands around his neck, never wanting to let the kiss end. You could hear the fans screaming and crying and hear Luke and Michael’s not so subtle whistles but it seemed like background noise when compared to your racing heart. It felt like magic. Before Calum pulled away, he smiled slightly into the kiss. Then he let go of your waist and you quickly did the same thing.

Calum scratched the back of his head and looked at the ground before offering you a drink. You said yes and he guided you away, away from the scene and away from the boys. In a private place, a place where you could talk and get to know each other.

And you did. You stayed up all night, not leaving Calum’s side. You never knew that you could fall in love so quickly with someone, but suddenly there was proof that you could.

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longer author’s note: okay i have no idea what happened with this one, but it turned out long and amazing. i’m thinking of doing a lil smutty part 2 but i don’t know - what do y’all think?

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sugarsnap-caely · 6 years

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Ego Origins: The Mute

I am not entirely sure on how to start this. I suppose most would begin with their birthplace, and while I guess it would be fairly normal, there’s something that’s a tad off. You see, I was not exactly born in this...era.

Let me explain.

I was born in Reading, Britain and was born to two parents which became one. I believe my mother became ill once...she never recovered. I believe I was merely four. I can’t be certain, my memory is a bit fuzzy.

Anywho, where the confusion comes in -- and I am not talking malarky here -- is that I’m from the 1920’s. You see, I was born in 1900.

I grew up in a home that was pretty regular, for me at least. I preferred going out though. As a young troublemaker, I loved going about town to see all sorts of people. I was very interested in them.

I always loved dancing for them, making them smile. I was a regular Oliver Twist I was, and I earned a surprising amount of clams sometimes too. I remember how I always ran off to the soda shop and bought as much candy as I could with it afterwards.

For a time after my mother passed, making other people smile was about the only thing that could put a spring in my step.

I did well in school…I made friends despite the fact I didn’t really talk. They always stood up for me when I was getting razzed. I wish I could see them again…

I remember how I loved stopping to see pictures when I got older too. I always loved seeing the cartoons. They were my favorite and made me laugh a lot. And it wasn’t just the cartoons that I loved, I also loved the pictures. I was especially fond of comedy. Sometimes it was the only thing keeping people happy during those times. The war I mean. I was only thirteen when it began...

When my dad had to go and fight I was sent to my aunt’s place in London. My older cousin and uncle were off in the war too. I…I thought it would be safer.

I remember seeing the Zeppelins…we would hide in the basement. Everything wa shaking…and it was so loud. I had never been so scared in my life…

But…I…I heard it was much worse…later…in the second war…

And…and when my uncle got back…he said my-my cousin died…

When my dad got home he was never quite the same…

I wondered why my uncle’s foot was gone. I didn't pay it too much mind, I was just happy everything was over. Then I saw the picture…there…there were…

Oh god…there were holes…i-i-in his feet!

S…sorry…where was I…

My…my favorite comedy films had to be from Charlie. Golly he was funny! He was a darb actor! I honestly wanted to be one too. So I practiced, I observed movies and I found a mentor once.

After that I moved to London to try and become an actor. I landed a few minor background roles and I didn’t really care too much that I never got a major part. I was just happy that I was in anything at all.

It was sad though, as I got older we started making less films. Hollywood over in America was making all the films and there were times I wanted to move over there just like Charlie did. I never got the chance.

When I wasn't acting I was working at the local bar or library. It was getting harder to keep earning money sometimes. Either way, I liked both of my jobs. I met lots of swell chaps!

Well, I've certainly talked an earful about my past. I bet you're still thinkin’ how I ended up here in the 21st century.

Ya see, I’d say it all started one day at work. I was at the bar one evening, serving giggle water as usual. It was all going fine until this one fella—he was mighty drunk—came up and tried to steal some of the alcohol. I told him to buzz off and he did not take it very well. He landed a few hits. Golly did it hurt but I was alright. Thankfully someone else managed to kick him out, but I had lost my pocket watch in the scuffle.

I’m willing to bet he stole it. Good thing I found another one…

Jameson Jackson finished wiping down the counter of the bar. He put his hands on his hips as he admired his handiwork. He quickly double checked everything, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be before heading to the door. He used the key to lock up the tavern and stuffed back in his pocket.

It was a pleasant, sort of chilly evening and he shivered. As he walked down the street towards home he took note of his surroundings. Despite passing them many, many times it always made him smile.

He passed under the branches of a tree and touched one of the tiny leaves. Summer was just around the corner and he couldn’t wait to see what the season held this year. Maybe he could go out and dance again. It would be a good way to make a little extra money, and he really needed to get a new pocket watch.

He turned a corner and saw the park across the street. He smiled as the moon reflected against the grass. Wait. He stopped walking and looked across the street again. Sure enough, he saw something shining on the ground.

Curious, he crossed over to the twinkling object. He bent down, kneeling before a pocket watch.

The watch was a gold color and had tiny, swirl-like engravings. He did not notice, but it appeared to be smoking and there were small, dying flames burning in the grass.

He smiled. It looked like today was his lucky day.

He reached out his hand to pick up the object. The second he had the watch in his grasp his vision went black.

His body ached. He didn’t know where he was. For a moment it had felt like he was falling, something sharp scraping his skin, before the wind was knocked out of him.

He did his best to open his eyes but they were cloudy. He was surrounded by blurry, tall shapes.

He wasn’t even fully aware of his movement, only that something told him he should get up.

Home. He had to go home.

He had the vague feeling of standing up and he began to walk.

He saw light and walked towards it.

His vision was going dark. His legs did not want to work. His world went black once more.

“Dr. Schneeplestein to the ER please.”

Henrik jogged to his destination. He had been working a late shift lately because someone had gotten sick. He did not mind though, it gave him more of a chance to help other people. Speaking of which, this was one of those times.

He rounded the corner to the Emergency Room and saw a stretcher.

“Vhat does it look like?” he asked his co-workers.

“Multiple lacerations on his arms and torso, and a particularly nasty one on his back. There also appear to be multiple burns. It’s hard to tell but it appears his throat may have been damaged. He is un-conscience and losing blood. The ambulance team managed to patch up the smaller wounds but he still needs treatment.”

Henrik nodded, following the stretcher into the ER. He donned his mask and gloves as they laid the man on the table.

He stopped as he saw their face. ‘Oh dear, vee have anozer one…’ He thought. He pushed it to the side as he began to work; it was something they could worry about later.

Henrik opened the door, leading Jack, Marvin, Chase, and Jackie inside. “He’s in here.”

“I still can’t believe you managed to get us in here. Didn’t you say he was a John Doe?” Chase said as he sat in a chair.

“I cannot believe it eizer, but I’m very lucky I managed to pull a few strings. Also yes, we cannot identify him yet. I said I vould ask him vhen he voke up, but he’s been out for a vhile.”

“I just hope I don’t scare him when he wakes up. I know you guys have your disguises but I’m stuck like this.” Jack said, sitting in the corner.

Jackie sat down next to him, “Don’t you worry. Everything’s gonna be fine, you’ll see.”

“Yep,” Marvin added, “we’ll be sure to give him a good explanation.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, “Dude, we still don’t know why this has happened.”

Marvin sat down as well, “Yeah…Well, we can at least help him calm down.”

Henrik closed the door, “Agreed. All vee need is for everyone to stay calm.”

James stirred, causing the others to snap to attention as he sat up in the bed. He blinked his eyes, trying to get his bearings. Where was he? What happened? As his vision came to he saw all the people around him and jumped.

“Oh good, you're avake. How are you feeling?” Henrik asked.

James was about to answer but there was a strange beeping noise next to him, and he turned, curious. Something was stuck in his arm and he panicked.

“No no, it's ok. It's alright. You are in a hospital.” Henrik assured him.

Once James had calmed down a moment, he turned to them. “W-where am I? What…what happened?”

Everyone in the room gaped at the speech bubble above his head.

“Well, that's different.” Marvin stated, breaking the silence.

James tilted his head, confused, before looking up himself. He had no idea how that had gotten there or where it had come from. Who were these people?

“Now, I know you have questions so to answer zee first one, you are in Brighton, England in a hospital.”

James nodded, he had heard of that town before. Wait, why was he here in the first place? What happened?

“To answer your second question,” Henrik continued, sitting in the chair next to James, “according to zee ambulance team, zee person who found you said you had come stumbling out of zee forest vis various vounds on your body and no shirt on before collapsing on zee ozer side of zee street.

“Sankfully, zey called an ambulance and zey rushed you here. Zey managed to patch up some of zee smaller cuts and burns but zee ozer doctahs and I had to do zee rest. You had no ID on you. Nosing but zat pocket vatch and your pants.” He motioned to the side table where the watch lay.

James looked at the watch. The last thing he remembered was picking it up and now he was here. He looked back at Henrik, still confused, “How did I get in the woods?”

“Vell, of zat vee are not sure but a team trying to figure out vhat happened came back and told us zat you seemed to have fallen from a tree and zat is vhy you have some of zee cuts. To me zough, it does not seem right.”

Now that James thought about it he had fallen. He looked down at the bandages on his body. He was a wreck but at least he was safe. Something still bothered him and he looked at the strange thing in his arm and the people in the room. “I still don’t understand. Who are you? What is this thing? What’s going on?”

Henrik scooted a bit closer, clearing his throat, “Yes, I believe introductions are in order. My name is Henrik Von Schneeplestein. Zat,” he pointed at the thing, “is an IV. It helps heal you.”

James nodded, he still wasn’t sure what that was but he did not want to be rude and interrupt.

Chase waved on the other side of him, “Hey...I’m Chase Brody. Nice to meet you.” Chase held out his fist and James stared at it. Reluctantly, he took the fist in the palm of his hand and shook it.

Marvin burst out laughing and Jackie elbowed his leg.

“Right, sorry, sorry. I’m Marvin Hayes. AKA Marvin the Magnificent!”

Jackie waved his hand in a saluting gesture, “I’m Jackie Wayne.”

James gave a timid smile as he waved back. Foolish, that’s what he looked like. Foolish.

With a sigh Jack finally decided to stand up from his corner. This whole ordeal had to come up eventually. “Hello there, umm…” He cut himself short as he saw the exclamation point above James’s head. He ran his hands through his hair. God, he still wasn't used to any of this. And he doubted he ever would be.

He cleared his throat before continuing, “Now, I know this doesn't make any sense. Trust me, I know. But you are not crazy. We don't know much but we can try to explain anyways.

To continue on names, my name is Sean McLoughlin. Most people call me Jack though.” He rubbed the back of his head as he sat down. “If you have any questions just…just ask.”

Question mark after question mark appeared above James’s head. He had no idea how to process any of this. They had answered his questions but rather than answer them it only brought up more.

There was a sudden beeping noise coming from Chase’s pocket and James jumped, his eyes snapping towards the sound. Chase pulled out a strange rectangular object that glowed. He pointed at it, an exclamation point and a question mark popping above his head.

Chase raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong? It's just my phone.”

That was not a phone. He shook his head before looking around the room again. His ears picked up on the constant beep next to him and he gestured wildly at it, “What is this thing?”

There was a pause, and the others looked at each other. They were all concerned as they started to put the pieces together.

Henrik leaned forward in his chair, “Zat is a heart monitor. I don't believe vee got to hear your name. Truthfully, no one knows who you are. You had no ID. If you can, vould you mind filling us in?”

Biting his lip, James sighed, “My…my name is Jameson Jackson. I am from Reading. I was born on the 31st of October, 1900.”

For the second time that night they were all in shock. Tonight was far more surprising than they had expected it to be. And they had seen or done some odd and impossible things.

“N…nineteen hundred?” Henrik finally began.

James nodded his head slowly. He had a feeling he had said the wrong thing and he slouched.

“Dude…” Chase gave a half chuckle, “It’s 2017.”

What? He…how…but he had. The beeping next to James quickened alongside his breathing. He couldn't understand. He jumped at the feeling of a hand on his arm, wincing at the pain.

Chase drew his hand back, “Sorry! I’m sorry if we’re scaring you, but…I mean…it's the truth.”

James looked around the room, watching everyone give some form of agreement. He put his head in his hands. He needed time to think all of this through. Golly, what was he gonna do? How was he going to get back home? Could he even get back in the first place? He was overwhelmed.

Jack felt an impulse to comfort James and walked over to the bed. At first he wanted to give him a hug but he saw the bandages on his body and decided against it. Giving a sigh, he gave his free right hand a squeeze. “It's alright. We’ll figure things out. You are not alone.”

James lifted his hands away from his face, sniffling as he wiped the tears from his eyes. He looked up at Jack and felt a warmth push some of the confusion away.

“There’s more we will have to tell you, but I can see you have enough to deal with already. Besides, it can wait.” He gave James’s hand one more squeeze. “Come on guys,” Jack said, tilting his head to the door, “we should let him rest.”

The others got up, saying goodbye as they walked to the door.

“You guys go on home,” Henrik said, “I have to finish my shift. Plus, someone should stay here to keep him company.”

“Alright,” Jack said, “We’ll see you later Henrik.” With that they left the room.

Henrik stood up from the chair, “I have to go take care of some sings, but Jack is right: you need rest. I vill be back to check on you later but if you need anysing press zat button, alright?”

James looked where he indicated and nodded.

“Good.” Henrik walked over to the door and opened it, “Sleep vell Jameson, everysing vill be alright.”

James lied down, questions continuing to float in his mind, yet he felt that warmth return as he closed his eyes: everything would be alright.

Hey there everyone, I bring you the next installment of the Ego Origins stories. Well...kind of. You see, I am writing this out of order. The reason? Well...we’ll get to that later... ;) Also I am testing a new format. As I have observed, on mobile the horizontal lines I use to chage scenes does not show up. So, to make it easier for those on mobile I am bolding each sentence/word that begins with every new scene change, as well as bolding my end and/or beginning notes. As always, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed the story!

1)The Doctor

2)The Magician

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fantasticnewtimagines · 7 years

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*Blizzard* Newt x reader

◘ mare-doe asked:

The reader and Newt are acquaintances from the Hufflepuff house and Newt starts taking interest in the reader when he sees (him/her) laughing with (his/her) friends at hogsmeade. They meet years later then get stuck in a speakeasy when a blizzard leaves them stranded. ;)

❋ Don’t question why they don’t just apparate out. Just let this happen....

Newt wasn't one to talk much to the other students attending Hogwarts. In fact, he rather preferred to be alone with his nose in a book reading about various magical creatures. His mother being a hippogriff breeder, he found at a very young age his love and admiration for these magical beasts and hoped to someday travel the world in search of them and study them up close.

Of course, because of his rather quiet and lonesome demeanor, other students did pick on him every so often and occasionally compared him to his older brother, Theseus, who was much different than Newt; the complete opposite in fact. He was popular, outgoing and always seemed to have a pretty girl hanging off his arm.

Today was the trip to Hogsmeade and as usual, Newt sat on a bench outside the shops reading a new book he bought and minding his own business. It wasn’t until he glanced up momentarily at the sound of laughter that he laid eyes upon the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

There you stood, in your Hufflepuff scarf, with your friends laughing and playfully pushing one another. Newt wasn’t sure what you were laughing at but it hardly mattered. The way your eyes seemed to glisten in the sunlight and the way your rosy red cheeks were just the perfect shade from the chilly autumn air, was enough to make the wizard fall head over heels for you right then and then.

Completely lost in his utter fascination of you, he didn’t even realize his older brother had sat down beside him. “Watchya lookin’ at?” Theseus smirked at his younger brother and turned his gaze in the direction he was staring.

“N-nothing.” Newt looked back down at his book and ignored Thesues as he kept prying. “Ah... Y/N? She is rather pretty isn't she?” Newt hummed quietly and turned the page of his book. “You know, you could go talk to her.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Suit yourself!” Theseus pushed himself off the bench and waved goodbye, rejoining his group of friends. Sighing, Newt put his book down and looked up again to see you and your friends still laughing. Suddenly, your E/C eyes met his and Newt felt his face grow red. He hid behind his curly hair and tried to look away. The gentleness in your eyes was comforting and unlike anyone else’s. Most people teased him, but you smiled and gave a tiny wave which Newt returned.

His eyes stayed glued to you as he watched your friends take your arm and begin leading you away. His heart was beating wildly in his chest as he watched you wander off.

Sighing, Newt tried to remind himself that he didn’t stand a chance with a girl like you. Or that’s what he thought.

{Years Later}

It was a chilly November evening and Newt was making his way down the street hiding his face from the blistering cold. The snow was blowing around and the chill was enough to make his entire body feel as if it were becoming an icicle.

Noticing he was near one of the nearby wizarding bars, Newt decided to take refuge inside for a bit and maybe warm up with a drink or two. Approaching the hidden entrance, he knocked the secret password and waited until it opened. Descending inside, he shook the remaining snowflakes from his hair and took a seat near the crackling fire.

“One firewhiskey, please.” After ordering his drink, Newt held out his hands to warm them by the fire.

“Newt?”

Turning to see who had said his name, he looked up to see a young lady with H/C hair and E/C eyes. It took him a moment before he realized who you were. He would recognize those gentle glistening eyes anywhere. It had been years since he last looked in to them, but he knew exactly who you were.

“Sorry.... you probably don’t remember me. We didn’t know each other too well growing up but I was a [house name] at Hogwarts. We had a few classes together. You’re Theseus’s younger brother.”

Struggling to find his voice, Newt nodded and gave you a smile. You smiled in return and took a seat across from him. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too.” Newt felt the familiar feeling in his chest as he looked up at you, the fire illuminating your face and adding a soft glow to your rosy red cheeks.

“What have you been up to?”

“I was actually just asked to write a book about magical creatures.”

“I remember you always did find magical creatures fascinating!” you chuckled. Newt smiled and fiddled with his scarf. His heart was pounding in his chest. “W-what have you been up to?” He asked, looking at you from behind his cinnamon colored hair.

“I actually work at The Ministry.” you answered. “Just working in The Department of Magical Transportation right now. You?”

“I-I actually am about to start working on a book.” Ne answered shyly. “Let me guess... magical creatures?” Newt smiled and looked down at the floor. He could feel his cheeks reddening. “Yes, actually.”

“That’s amazing, Newt!” smiling at him, you watched as he shifted a bit in his seat before a voice from across the room suddenly said, “Attention, everyone! Due to the weather conditions outside, everyone here is to remain until further notice. There’s a pretty nasty blizzard out there!”

“Oh dear...” sighing at the news, you looked over at Newt who seemed just as bummed. “Looks like we are stuck here for a bit...”. The room began to feel chilly and Newt noticed you beginning to rub your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up.

“W-would you like to move over near the fire? It’ll be warmer....” he asked, looking up at you with his gentle green eyes. “That sounds wonderful, yes.” You grabbed your bag and followed Newt as he led you towards the crackling fire at the other end of the speakeasy. It was in a perfect little corner, away from everyone else who was also currently stranded there.

“Cocoa?” a house elf approached you with a tray of mugs and looked at you, “It’s on the house.”

“I’d love some! Thank you!” grabbing one of the cups, you held it in your hands letting the warmth help bring life back in to your chilly fingers. Newt grabbed one as well and placed it on the table. Taking a sip, you looked up at him and noticed he begin to giggle to himself. “What?” you asked. “Y-you...” Newt used his finger to show you on his face where you had some whipped cream. “Oh!” quickly using your sleeve to brush it away, you laughed a bit as you envisioned how silly you must have looked.

Looking up at Newt, you began to notice how perfectly his freckles were placed on his face and how his eyes twinkled ever so perfectly by the glow of the fire. You wondered how you never spoke to Newt much while at school and began to regret it. Rumor was he was an outcast and hung out with Leta Lestrange, someone most people avoided for obvious reasons.

You were about to ask about her when suddenly you heard a click. Newt quickly swirled in his seat and you watched as he quickly pushed the lock down on his case. “Clam down, Dougal....” you heard him whisper. “Did you.... did you say something?” you asked, a bit confused. “oh, sorry... I...” flustered and a bit embarrassed, Newt looked up at you and immediately lost his breath when he caught the sight of your face perfectly illuminated by the fire.

Lost in each others gazes, you jumped a bit in your seat as you noticed a small twig like figure poke itself out of Newt’s coat breast pocket. “Oh!” Pointing at it, Newt turned his gaze down towards the creature where he began to mumble, “Pickett, not now....” the tiny creature chirped in disapproval as Newt tried to get him to go back in his pocket. “No, Pickett, you have a cold. You need to stay in there.”

“What is that? He’s adorable!” leaning in towards Newt you tried to get a closer look as Newt explained to you what the little fella was. “This is Pickett, my bowtruckle.”

“He’s so cute!” awing at the sight of the little creature, you giggled as it looked at you and seemed to smile. “Hello there!” saying his to him, Pickett climbed out of the pocket and crawled up on to Newt’s shoulder. Newt knew there was no way he was going to get the little guy back in his pocket and picked him up, placing him on the table. You got down to get closer and Pickett walked over to you, chirping. “Oh he’s absolutely adorable, Newt!” Blushing, Newt smiled and watched as you interacted with his tiny friend. He was pulled back when his lock clicked open again and you watched as he picked up his case placing it in his lap and getting close to it and whispering, “Settle down, Dougal. We’ll go home soon...”

“Are there more inside there?!” pointing at his case you looked up at Newt in awe and wonder. “Y-yes.” He replied shyly. “That’s extraordinary!”

Your words made Newt’s heart swell. He had heard you were one of the sweetest girls at school, and seeing you here and now, he knew for a fact the rumor was true. “I can show you sometime... if you'd like.” afraid you’d decline, he turned his gaze towards the floor and shuffled a bit in his chair. “I’d love that.” Your words surprised him and his eyes shot up. The sight he saw was truly one to make his breath get caught in his throat. Pickett had made himself comfortable on your shoulder and was playing wit your hair. The smile on your face was so wide, and the gleam in your eye made Newt’s stomach fill up with butterflies.

In that very moment, Newt was never more thankful for a blizzard in his life.

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