#I like the idea of Cassie’s outfit still feeling casual

[supernatural-jackles]

Owe You One - Part 1

Title: Owe You One - Here’s the Deal

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 6,290

Warnings: Bad Sex, Fluff, Playful Banter, Smut, Female and Male Receiving, Bit of a consent kink, 18+ only.

Summary:  Dean Winchester has been your best friend and neighbour for the last year. A year of finding comfort in random drop ins and casual conversations, but neither of you know the pasts that the other has. Not fully. Pasts that come back to haunt you, and ruin everything you want in life. Can you find what you’re seeking in a couple of favours and a good time between the sheets or is history doomed to repeat itself?

Square Filled: Neighbors!AU for @spndeanbingo​, Free Space for @spnkinkbingo​

A/N: It’s finally here!! I’m very excited to take you on this rollercoaster ride! Please leave your thoughts in the reblogs and replies! Feedback always keeps me going! Happy Reading! 

 “Fuck! I’m gonna come!” he called out, bucking his hips up into yours. You rolled off of him, taking the empty side of the bed as ripped the condom off, stroking his hard length. He rolled over, getting onto his knees so he could finish himself off on your body.

 The sticky liquid coated your stomach as he let out a loud grunt, still stroking his cock. One of his hands came down next to you, trying to balance himself as pleasure zapped through him. You lay there, trying not to utter a word about it. Did he really have to be that extra about it? Did he really have to rip the condom off and coat your skin in his - stuff?

 “Damn, you are something else baby,” he let out a chuckle. “I mean really something. Did you come?”

 “If you had to ask, then the answer is no,” you scoffed, rolling off the bed, completely unsatisfied. “Look, I’ve got things to do so you gotta go.”

 “Sure thing, baby. Can I call you later?” he grinned, looking over to you.

 “If you want to,” you said lowly, making your way into the bathroom. You heard movement on the other side of the door. It sounded like his jeans being put back on. You willed him to move faster. You wanted him out of your apartment. Nothing like shitty sex and a guy that lingered. You had no idea why you even tried with this one. He was as stupid as they came. Carl, or Keith? You couldn’t remember what his name was. You met him in a diner a few weeks back. He took you on one date, and fucked you the rest of the time. He wasn’t a good lay, and he was selfish as hell on top of that. There was nothing worse than that.

 You heard the front door shut with a click, notifying you that it was safe to leave the bathroom when you were ready to. You felt dirty and not just from sex. His hands were on you and they definitely weren’t the cleanest. You headed over to the shower, turning it on hot. You wanted to wash the gunk feeling off, along with everything else he left. What a waste of your time you thought to yourself. Why were you wasting your time with every guy that came along?

 You stepped under the stream, letting the water hit directly on your stomach. Washing away his finished product. You couldn’t believe that he had the nerve to ask you if you came. The man was lazy as hell, and didn’t know the difference between the clitoris and vagina. It was a complete and utter disappointment yet again. You had no idea why you kept him around when all he wanted was sex. He didn’t care whether or not you came, let alone about your life outside of the bedroom. There wasn’t a point in continuing when you weren’t happy with him.

 The hot water lulled over you muscles, relaxing you along with the apple scent of your shampoo. You always felt better after a good shower. No matter what the day held, or what went down. A shower made you feel clean and reduced your worries. There was a part of you that wanted to let your hand wander between your legs, just to finish yourself off. You had done it so often that it was becoming boring. Like a sad routine. You needed something more to get you there. Maybe you needed a new toy to play with.

 You shut the water off, stepping out of the shower and onto the grey carpeted mat. You reached for the blue towel on the counter, wrapping around your body before moving in front of the mirror. The mirror was fogged up, not that you needed it urgently. You felt a lot more refreshed.

 You dried yourself off, pulling on your black robe to cover yourself up until you grabbed actual clothes from your bedroom. You stepped out of the bathroom for a second, waiting for the mirror to clear up. You knew you had to get something out to cook for dinner before it got too late. It was already late enough.

 Your kitchen smelled of the apple cinnamon scentsy you had plugged in. It was supposed to help you get in the holiday spirit. At least, that was the point of why you put it in your cart when you saw it. It mostly made your apartment smell good. You walked over to the fridge, looking to see the chicken you had picked up at the grocery store the day before. You had some leftover salad to go with it. Enough dinner for tonight.

 You took the chicken out of the fridge, placing it on the countertop for when you got dressed. Three loud knocks at your door pulled out out of your thoughts. You had no idea who it could be at this time. You prayed it wasn’t doucheface showing up again. You weren’t sure you could handle anymore disappointment today.

 You twisted the knob, pulling the door open, only to reveal your next door neighbor standing in the doorway. He had a half smile playing on his lips as he stood in henley with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of jeans that fit him perfectly.

 “You always answer the door in your robe?” he smirked. “‘Cause if so-”

 “What do you want, Dean?” you chuckled, shaking your head.

 “Mhh what?” he furrowed his brows, clearly getting a good look at you in your black robe.

 “Dean, really?” you raised your eyebrow.

 “Sorry, you’re just,” he pointed at you. “Sorry, I came over to ask you if I could borrow your microwave for a second. Mine broke this morning and I’m trying to heat up my dinner.”

 “Yeah, c’mon in,” you nodded, opening the door a little wider for him to step in. Dean stepped in with a smile.

It wasn’t the first time Dean had been in your apartment and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. You had been neighbors for a little over a year. Eight months ago, he and his long time girlfriend Cassie broke up and he was a mess. You invited him to come over to distract him, and he ended up staying an entire weekend. You binge watched Friends and ate about a gallon of ice cream. That was when the two of you became really good friends.

 Dean was in your apartment at least three times a week, depending on his week that is. Dean was a mechanic at a local garage that he and his dad owned with a few other guys. Most nights he finished around six and dropped by with some food for dinner. Other nights, he was working his other job. He and his younger brother Sam, owned a bar in town called Jefferson’s Starship. Dean named it of course.

 He was a good guy. You got that vibe off of him instantly the day you met him. He helped you carry a few boxes into your apartment, which you needed. When you saw him upset that day he and his girlfriend broke up, you couldn’t stand it. He was a really good friend to you. One of the best actually. You weren’t the best when it came to guys, or friends for that matter. But Dean? Dean was special. There was no one that got you or your sense of humor like he did.

 “I take it Doofy was over,” he teased, nodding once more to your outfit as he opened your microwave door.

 “You really like calling him Doofy, huh?” you shook your head as you made your way over to the stool by the kitchen counter. “Yes, he was over.”

 “I heard,” he smirked. “Well, him anyways.”

 “Dean!” you raised your voice, shaking your head once more, trying to hide your smile.

 “We share a wall, sweetheart. Your bedroom, my kitchen. Walls are thin,�� he wiggled his eyebrows as he placed his hands on the counter in front of you. “So, let me guess this time. He came and left?”

 “He came, asked if I did, then I asked him to leave,” you corrected him.

 “Ouch,” he said sheepishly. “High and dry. That explains the robe and the wet hair.”

 “How hard is it to pleasure a woman?” you called out. “I genuinely want to know. I haven’t found a single guy who knows the difference between my clit and my vagina, Dean! How hard is it?”

 “Pretty hard if he doesn’t know the difference between buttons,” he let out a laugh.

 “I’m just going to order a new toy off amazon at this rate. It’d get the job done,” you shrugged, feeling defeated.

 “Can I watch?” he joked, opening the microwave door to stir his food. “Oh by the way. I wanted to ask you something which may or may not have been the real reason why I’m here. My microwave isn’t actually broken.”

 “And here I thought you were here to comment on my sex life,” you breathed out, adjusting your robe a little more. “I’m all ears.”

 “So my mom is having a birthday party this year, and they still think I have a girlfriend and invited us. I was kind of, sort of, maybe hoping you’d go with me to keep my family off my back for that anyways,” he said lowly, swirling around his food before shoving it back in for another two minutes.

 “Me?” you raised your eyebrows. “Of all people, me?”

 “You’re the only one I know that I can be myself around. I don’t have to force myself to get along with some random girl in front of my family. You’re one of my closest friends,” he pointed out. “You just have to pretend to be my girlfriend for the night. I swear I’ll repay you.”

 “Will you though?” you side-eyed him playfully. “Look Dean, you really don’t have to. We’re friends and I’m happy to do it.”

 “Really?” he beamed.

 “Yeah, I’ll do it,” you smiled politely. “I’ve met your brother a few times so I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

 “I owe you big time, Y/N. You have no idea how much you are saving my ass by doing this,” he breathed out as the microwave beeped at him again. “I have shown up to the last three birthday parties alone and I’m not going through the ‘oh Dean, when are you finally going to settle down’ comment from my cousins, and aunts. Granted I was still dating Cassie last year, but she was away on some journalism trip. Not that they ever showed interest in meeting her. I’d just rather not deal with that again. I’m tired of the comments.”

 “I would say I know the feeling, but I don’t. I’ve been on my own since I was pretty young. I didn’t get along with my mom and it was just the two of us.”  you shared. “You’re making me feel pretty thankful I’m on my own.”

 “Really?” he cocked his eyebrow. “I always thought you got along with your mom?”

 “No. Not even close,” you scoffed.

 “Well, it’s you and me now, girlfriend,” he winked. “I’m serious about repaying you though. You’ll see why when you meet my family. Sammy is the only normal one.”

 “Name your offer, Winchester,” you said, crossing your arms over your body.

 “Uh, let’s see,” he raised his eyebrow, looking up to the left. “I’ll let you drive baby?”

 “Really?” you rolled your eyes. “That buys you handholding and that’s about it.”

 “Oh we’re playing this game now?” he chuckled, opening up your drawer to grab a fork for his dinner before taking a seat at the counter next to you. “Fine. How about - oh - how about I show you that not all guys are clueless when it comes to sex?” he said with a smirk.

 “And how are you going to do that?” you cocked your eyebrow.

 “How do you think, sweetheart?” he wiggled his eyebrows before taking a bite out of his food.

 “You? You’re going to have sex with me?” you asked in confusion.

 “Why not right? I mean, you’re gonna have to kiss me in front of my family. Not that you haven’t dreamed about kissing me,” he pointed out. “And besides, I know the difference between your clit and your pussy, how to pleasure you, and I’m not going to stick it in the wrong hole unless you ask me to.”

 “You said you were never going to bring that up,” you let out a dry laugh.

 “What kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t?” he grinned. “I’m serious though. I’ll show you a damn good time, and treat you right. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, of course. But I won’t leave the room until I know you’ve enjoyed yourself.”

 “Dean, are you sure?” you questioned. “I mean, we’ve gotten really personal with each other but this is different. I don’t want to cross any lines here. I’m not putting our friendship at risk here.”

 “I know, but I think we’re both mature enough to handle this. Nothing will ruin our friendship, ” he stated. “‘Sides, you have to know by now that I think you’re hot, and I’d nail you in a second given the chance. Call it practice for my mom’s party.”

 “So if I untie this robe and drop it to the floor, you’d be cool with that?” you played, trying to gage his reaction as you stood up, stepping away from him. His eyes went dark as he froze, watching your every move.

 “More than cool with that,” he muttered.

 You reached for the tie, pulling it loose before opening up your robe. You could feel a lump forming in your throat. No going back now. Dean thought you were hot, you reminded yourself. You let the material fall over your shoulders, and drop to the floor around your feet. Dean swallowed hard, not daring to tear his eyes away from you.

 “Son of a -” he breathed out.  

 “I’ll be in the bedroom when you’re done,” you teased,

 “Oh I’m done,” he stated, getting up from the stool. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

 “Yeah?” you cocked your head to the side, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Your voice was confident, but inside, you were dying to cover up and hide away forever. You weren’t gorgeous, or sexy. You weren’t the kind of girl a guy like him fawned over. You found guys like doofy. It was almost like you needed confirmation that he thought you were attractive.

 “Oh god, yeah,” he licked his lips. “Can - can I touch you?”

 “Yes,” you nodded. Your eyes locked with his breathtaking green orbs as he stepped closer. You were expecting his hands to either reach for your breast or your ass. You knew he was going to touch you. He asked and it was to be expected.

 He reached for your hips before slipping his arms around your waist, resting them on the small of your back. That was completely unexpected to say the least. His eyes were dark and filled with desire, but there wasn’t the typical I can’t wait to shove my dick inside you, lust that everyone else had. You were standing completely naked in front of him and he couldn’t take his eyes off your face. It was different and you liked that.

 “Seriously, you are fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, leaning in closer to you. You felt his breath mingling with yours. Was he going to kiss you? One of his hands reached up to your cheek, his index finger brushing the wet strand of hair away from your face before cupping your cheek in his palm. You melted against his touch, just a little as you glanced up into those breathtaking green eyes of his. He inched closer, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, hesitant kiss that made your heart flutter in your chest. He was gentle, which is the opposite of what you were expecting from him of all people. If anything, he was making you feel more comfortable. You kissed him back with the same hesitancy he had. You slipped your hands around his back, tugging him closer to you out of instinct.

 “Mhh, we should probably move this into the bedroom,” you muttered against his lips.

 “You got it, sweetheart,” he smirked. His calloused hands slipped down the curve of your ass, reaching the back of your thighs. He lifted you off the ground with ease, earning a tiny yelp from your lips. You giggled as he carried you into your bedroom, kicking the door closed with his foot. He placed you carefully on the messy bed, letting you adjust yourself so you were comfortable while he stood tall.

 “You’re wearing far too much clothing, Dean,” you smiled up at him. He cast his head down with a smile playing on his plump lips. “Off with the shirt and show me what you’re working with.”

 He took the hem of his henley, tugging it over his head to reveal his upper body. God, he was a fucking sight. You had never seen him shirtless before this. You thought he was hot before this, but you had no idea just how hot he was until he shed some layers. He wasn’t completely toned. He was soft in some places and that only made you want him more. You wanted to trace your tongue over every inch of him.

 “Damn, you’re hot,” you commented as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. He didn’t say anything to you. In fact, he looked a little nervous about it. You didn’t want to make a comment about it because this was a hook up and he wasn’t your boyfriend. You were going to let it slide this time and bring it up the next time you had a movie night or something. “Take it all off, baby.”

 “You’re such a dork,” he let out a laugh. You watched as he unbuckled his jeans and shoved them and his boxers down his legs, revealing himself to you for the first time.

 And oh my fucking god, he was perfect.

 He has the nicest looking dick you had ever seen on a man. Big, thick and he kept himself well taken care of down there in terms of grooming. You were actually looking forward to this one. Not just for how hot he was. Dean was a good person, and not to mention a man of his word. You were looking forward to seeing what he had to offer you in terms of owing you one.

 “Dean, you’re-“ you paused. “Fuck.”

 “Like what you see?” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

 “Eh,” you giggled. “I’m not on the pill, just so you know. I do have condoms in my drawer though.”

 “Good to know,” he nodded. “Listen, don’t be afraid to tell me what you like and don’t like. By all means, tell me what to do and I’ll listen the best I can. I just want to make you feel good.”

 “The very same goes for you too,” you told him. “I wanna be able to make you come too.”

 “Trust me sweetheart, you are going to have no problems with that,” he assured you. “Now, are you sure you want to do this? I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

 “I’m sure I want to do this,” you confirmed. You smiled at his words. It was nice of him to ask you. He wasn’t forcing you by any means, or making you feel like you had to do this. It was actually really nice of him the more you thought about it.

 He carefully climbed on your bed from the bottom. Your eyes never left his body as he moved up the bed. His muscles flexed as he fit himself between your legs. His body hovered over yours, his cock pressing against your inner thigh. He captured his lips with yours almost unexpectedly, pulling your bottom lip between his, sucking down softly.  Your hands traveled down the length of his back. You could feel the arousal pooling in your core. A delicious ache you couldn’t wait to satisfy.

 His hand traced up your torso, his thumb brushing underneath your breast as his lips moved along your jaw, making their way to your neck. You let out a sigh, melting into the mattress beneath you. Your hands slipped into his hair as he kissed his way down to your breasts.

 “F - Dean,” you breathed out. His lips latched around your nipple, his warm tongue flicking over your hardening bud. His touch gave you goosebumps and part of you thought that it was because you hadn’t been touched this extensively in a long time. He was fucking woreshipping you compared to the rest of them. Dean knew exactly where to touch you without a hint of guidance. He ignited something in you that no one had before. Maybe you were going to get an orgasm out of this after all.

 “Feels good, don’t it?” he cooed, kissing along your abdomen as his hands soothed down your sides, filling your stomach with anticipation of what was to come.

 “Damn good,” you panted. Your heart rate was speeding up, and he had barely even done anything to you yet.

 He climbed off of you, taking a spot at the end of your bed. His hand gripped your waist, dragging you to the edge of the bed where he could begin the first real act of the night. He took his time and that was something you enjoyed about him. There was no rush like there usually was for you. His hand trailed along your inner thigh, tickling you in the best way, causing your core to clench around nothing. His soft, wet lips kissed along the opposite side of his hand and that drove you insane. You desperately wanted to feel him directly between your legs.

 “Dean, I swear to god if you don’t -”

 “Don’t what?” he chuckled. “Don’t rush a professional.”

 “Where’s the professional?” you giggled, earning a bitch face from him. “I’m kidding!”

 “Just sit back and enjoy the ride, sweetheart,” he winked, growing closer to where you needed him. He settled directly between your legs with a smirk playing on his lips. He pushed your legs open a little wider. The anticipation was killing you and he fucking knew it too.

 He inched forward, flattening his tongue against your folds, licking a long slow strip upwards, stopping just before your clit. God, did it feel good. His tongue was warm and wetter somehow. The initial touch sending a wave a pleasure through you. You threw your head back against the mattress, your fist grasping at the comforter. You wanted him to do it over and over again.

 “Fuck,” you whimpered.

 “Feel good?”

 “Yeah,” you nodded, staring up at the ceiling, awaiting his next move. You released the comforter, allowing yourself to relax. Dean did the exact same thing, this time going even slower and reaching your clit, causing you to jerk just a little. He kept up with that for another couple of strokes, and you could feel yourself growing more and more slick as he did.

 He pressed a kiss to your clit as his finger circled around your entrance. Your eyes clamped shut the second his tongue flicked swiftly over your little bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked upwards, needing more and more of his touch. You could feel him smirking against you. He knew exactly what he was doing.

 He pushed a digit inside of you and you let out a breathy moan. He curled his finger as his lips enclosed around your clit, sucking just enough to drive you insane. You arched your back, needing more of him.

 “De-Dean,” you groaned. “To the left.”

 “Your left or mine?”

 “Mine,” you panted. His tongue flickered over your clit to the left in a repetitive, but unpredictable motion that had your toes curling. Your hand reached for his head, your fingers fisting his hair tugging him in the right direction as he sucked down on you.

 You could feel that familiar burn pooling in your lower abdomen. You knew it was mere moments before Dean worked you into your first orgasm the night. He removed his finger from your center and moved both his hands underneath your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh as his tongue worked it’s magic.

 “Fuck Dean, I’m gonna - I’m -” you could barely even get the words out before warm pleasure pulsated through you. You twitched against him, your fingers pulling at his hair to try to keep him in place, and he never let up. He worked your through it, making it last as long as he possibly could.

 He pulled away and you felt lifeless. You had no idea how to even move, let alone breathe. Dean wasn’t lying when he said he knew what he was doing. You tried to focus on breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth.

 “Y/N, you alive?” he asked you.

 “I- I think,” you answered, your voice high pitched as your eyes opened, meeting his gorgeous green orbs. “Barely but alive. Just give me a minute after that one. Fuck!”

 “Told you I’m good,” he winked playfully.

 “Oh shut up!” you let out a laugh, rolling onto your side, pressing your lips to his, tasting yourself on his tongue. His hand instinctively reached up to your hip, drawing you into him as he kissed you. God, did this man know how to kiss. He had your toes curling at the thought of continuing like this. But you knew he had other plans for the night, and quite frankly, so did you. “Your turn now, Dean.”

 “You definitely don’t have to do that, Y/N,” he shook his head.

 “I know. I want to. It’s only fair to for one, and two, I really want to taste you,” you played. “You want to move up the bed a little more?”

 “Yeah,” he nodded. You managed to sit up, allowing Dean to lay in the middle of your bed. His hard cock rested against his stomach, and honestly, you couldn’t wait to taste him. You couldn’t wait to feel him on your tongue. Dean positioned himself so he was comfortable, and you gravitated between his legs. It was going to be easier for you to take him this way. You knew there was no way you were going to fit all of him in your mouth, but you were going to try your very best to pleasure him the same way he did you.

 You took his velvety length in your hand, your mouth watering at the sight of him. Dean’s eyes were on you, and somehow, that didn’t make you nervous. You stuck your tongue out, licking the tip of his cock, instantly tasting the salty, almost sweet, precome that pooled at the slit. Dean hissed at the contact and you knew you did something right.

 You moved down to his balls, flattening out your tongue before moving carefully along each one. Then you traced a line up his length, reaching the top, taking the entire head in your mouth. Your eyes flicked up, looking at Dean’s face directly and you could see that he was enjoying what you were doing so far. You sucked down lightly, spit collecting in your mouth as you did so. You released him, using your saliva as lube to slick up his cock, making it easier to pleasure him without worrying about hurting him.

 You took him in your heat, sinking down a little lower this time while your hand jerked off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You could feel each ridge and vain along your tongue, and damn did he taste good. A taste you wouldn’t mind having more than once if it were up to you.

 “Fucking hell, Y/N,” he growled. His hands made their way into your hair, half holding it back, half kind of tugging. You circled around the tip, running swiftly into the slit before teasing over his frenulum. He let out a loud groan, trying his hardest not to buck his hips up.

 “Y/N-” he cried out as you took him deeper, the tip hitting near the back of your throat as your hand jerked him faster. You sucked down, causing him to moan once more.

 “Y/N - fuck, you gotta stop,” he urged you. You pulled off of him with a pop, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. He was panting, his chest heaving. You smiled, knowing you did a good job.

 Dean rolled off to the side, opening up the drawer of your bedside table, grabbing one of the condoms out of the box of twelve. As nervous as you were before, you weren’t now. Not even close. If anything, you were excited to be doing this with Dean. No pressure or unrealistic expectations. He cared whether or not you were enjoying yourself, and you were. But most of all, you were comfortable with Dean. Maybe it was for all of those reasons, or the fact that you had never trusted someone the same way you did your best friend. He wasn’t some random guy you met in a bar or a diner.

 “You sure you want to do this?” he questioned once more, playing with the condom between his index finger and his thumb. “We don’t have to. I can just pay you back some other way if you don’t want to.”

 “Yeah. I want to,” you nodded. “Do you want to?”

 “Yeah,” he said softly, ripping the condom package open. He took the condom out, rolling it down properly over his hard length. You lay down on the bed, opening up your arms for him to climb on top of you. He spread your legs a little wider as he positioned himself between them. You couldn’t wait to feel that stretch when he pushed into you.

 He took his thick cock in his hand, running it swiftly through your folds. You instinctively moved your legs further apart, your eyes meeting his, waiting for him to move. You nodded your head, reassuring him that he could proceed. He smiled softly. The tip of his cock lined up with your entrance. Your hands traced up his arms, settling on his shoulders. He pushed himself gingerly inside of you, stretching your walls more than you expected as they accommodated his length. You took a sharp intake of breath, your eyes shutting as your head pressed to the pillow beneath it.

 Dean positioned his hands on either side of your body. His lips met yours as he bottomed out inside you. His kiss putting you at ease. You wrapped your arms securely around his shoulders and bent your knees to give him more room to begin moving. He felt fucking perfect inside.

 “You good?” he breathed out, trailing his lips along your jaw.

 “Yeah,” you swallowed. “‘M good.”

 He drew his hips back before moving back in at the very same pace. You felt your walls fluttering at the new sensation of him. He felt fucking amazing when he moved. His length hit all the spots you needed him to, and all the spots you didn’t know you needed touched until now. His muscles tensed just a little when he moved, and his lips never left your skin, only added to the overwhelming satisfaction he was already giving you.

 “You have no fucking idea how good you feel around me,” he growled into your neck.

 “If it’s anywhere near how good you feel inside me then I think I know,” you groaned, your hand shifting into his hair, keeping him at the sensitive spot on your neck that drove you crazy. “Keep kissing there.”

 “Curl your fingers in my hair again,” he asked lowly, his hips pushing back into yours.

 His thrusts picked up the pace. You rolled your hips against his in tune with his and that familiar burn made itself known. Your breathing was getting shallower, and a thin layer of sweat coated your skin, especially in the places Dean’s skin was touching yours. The heat from him, along with the incredible aura you were creating together; it was bound to get a little hot.

 Dean was panting against your skin, and he had to adjust himself, leaving your neck. He held himself up on his hands once more, his chest abandoning yours. His eyes traveled up and down your body, drinking you in as his cock quivered inside you. You didn’t want this to come to an end. He made you feel so fucking high; like every other emotion didn’t exist. It was just pure euphoria.

 You readjusted yourself, hooking your ankles around his ass, giving him a different angle. He pushed into you and hit your g-spot dead on, you almost came right then. That coil in your stomach was growing tighter and tighter as he moved. You could feel every dip and ridge of his cock. Your mouth was growing dry as you struggled to breathe.

 “Dean, I’m so close,” you straggled out.

 “Good,” he panted. “Me too. What do you need?”

 “Faster!”

 He picked up his pace, pounding into you. You let out a loud moan and suddenly you were thankful it was only Dean’s apartment next to yours and no one else was next to you. Dean pecked your lips once more, and you could see the drips of sweat beading on his forehead and the top of his freckled dusted nose. His green eyes were damn near black, hooded with lust and pleasure that you had never seen before. You wanted to make him come. You wanted to hear him.

 He hit your sweet spot once more, throwing you over the edge. You arched into him as your fingers dug into the flesh of his back. He collapsed on top of you, and you buried your head in his neck, muffling your cry just a little. Pure ecstasy flowed through you, causing you to shake beneath him. Your walls clamped down around him so tightly, you were afraid he wouldn’t be able to move.

 “Fuck - Y/N, mhh,” he groaned, slamming his hips into yours as he spilled himself into the condom. He twitched, moving just a little as the waves of his orgasm worked through him. You were shaking, but at the same time, you felt completely lifeless. Like he had fucked every ounce of energy out of you, and in a way, he had.

 He pulled out of you slowly, holding the base of his cock where the condom was. You pointed to the tissues on the nightstand for him to use. He quickly discarded the condom into the trash bin next to your bed before he settled down next to you.

 “Fuck,” he breathed out. “That was better than I imagined it would be.”

 “You imagined it?” you let out a chuckle.

 “Of course I have. Have you seen yourself?” he let out a laugh. “In all honesty though, it was some good sex.”

 “It was,” you agreed, adjusting your head on your pillow as you glanced up at the ceiling.

 “Did you come?” he laughed.

 “Shut up, asshole,” you shook your head.

 “Oh I know you did,” he teased. “More than once. I’m just that good.”

 “Yeah yeah,” you licked your bottom lip. “You held up your end pretty damn good if I do say so myself.”

 “I’m glad,” he smirked. “I don’t think we’ll have any problems convincing my parents we’re together.”

 “Me either,” you breathed out.

 He rolled off the bed, reaching for his boxers on the floor at the end of the bed. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as he tucked himself back in his boxers. You weren’t expecting him to stay in the slightest. It was a good time and it would’ve been awkward if he did.

 “So where and when for your mom’s party?” you asked, moving the pillow to cover yourself up a little.

 “Saturday night,” he said, pulling on his jeans. “I’ll pick you up at seven. It’s kind of fancy so you’ll have to wear a dress. I’m wearing a black suit if that helps you at all.”

 “I have a classy black dress that should work,” you nodded.

 “Perfect,” he nodded. “I am really thankful you’re helping me out. I don’t mean to fuck you and run, but I’ve kind of gotta get to the bar.”

 “It’s okay,” you assured him. “Not like we’re together, bestie.”

 “I know, but I like to treat my women better than that when we do something like this,” he frowned.

 “I’m your best friend and I know where you live. Trust me, it’s cool. I’m not really one for cuddling after sex and talking about feelings anyways,” you shrugged. “Thanks for making me come, not once, but twice. You treated me better than any guy. Now get out of my apartment and go to work.”

 “Yes ma’am,” he chuckled. “You could always come with?”

 “Nah,” you shook your head. “I’ve got plans with my one true love, Netflix.”

 “Sorry I’m getting in the way of that,” he let out a laugh. “I’ll see you later.”

 “That you will, Dean,” you winked. “Thank you for this. You do know how to satisfy a woman.”

 “You’re damn right I do.”

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[acraftedmistake]

Nether Time!

Cassie and Petra need to get stuff from the Nether! It’s been a while since they’ve done this.

“Nether time!” Petra sang as she leapt out the portal.

“Nether time!” Cassie Rose chimed as well, landing right beside her friend.

The two exchanged big grins with one another. Cassie was holding onto her outfit so tightly she thought it’d tear.

It’s been ages since they’ve been in their house together. Everything still looked and felt the same. The red and teal carpet was still covering the netherrack floor, still stained and torn, the walls were that weird combination of wood and netherrack that she remembers so fondly, shelves and counters surrounded them, holding both their’s and the previous owner’s items. Those four cushioned chairs they placed in the upper left corner of the house--the ‘kitchen’--have yet to move. The kitchen itself was just a few chests filled with food, a battered stove that stopped working years ago, and a cauldron with strange splatters in it. There were also the remains of their kitchen table. Used to be fine, sturdy wood, but when they first arrived at this house, monsters were trying to break in, so they had to use the base of the table and the legs to fend themselves. The decorations were still hung up too! Bells, chimes, other sorts of art pieces attached to strings that hung from the ceiling, just as Cassie remembers it.

Well, it technically isn’t ‘their’ house. Their portal just happened to appear inside this strange old place one day, and they claimed it. Finders keepers, you know? Besides, the previous owners were probably long dead.

“Come on, we need to get your pumpkin.” Petra made her way to the counters beside the portal. The countertops were covered with broken weapons, ores, and strange nik naks they found over the years, and sitting in the middle of it all: Cassie’s white pumpkin.

Petra grabbed the hollowed fruit and spun it around in her hands, “You’ll be happy to hear I’ve been taking good care of your other pumpkins back at the cave.”

“That’s impressive, considering you somehow managed to kill a cactus that one time.”

“Hey, I already told you that stupid cactus killed itself. I was gone for one day, and when I came back, it was dead. I did nothing wrong.” Petra denied as she tossed Cassie her pumpkin.

Cassie quickly dropped her extra set of clothes to catch her it, “Did you water it when the soil got dry?”

“It’s a cactus. Water’s irrelevant.” Petra avoided Cassie’s little glare by facing the counter again and sorting through the random items.

Cassie held the pumpkin in her hands and stared at it for a moment. It’s been a few years since she’s worn it last. Memories were flooding through her. She still remembered how she first got her hands on her first pumpkin; she stole it from a crazy old guy’s backyard. She just happened to spot it while walking through a random town one day, Petra told her ‘If ya like it, get it.’ And she did exactly that. It was a real strange pumpkin. When the two cut it open, it hardly had any guts, and the inside smelled like… Nothing. Well, it smelled ‘wet’ if that was possible. The sorta wetness you’d smell in a forest after it’d rain. They were surprised at how durable it was too, which soon sparked the amazing idea of shoving her head inside the pumpkin and using it for protective gear. It sounds ridiculous--heck, it probably looks ridiculous--but it works, and Cassie likes it, so that’s all that matters.

Cassie ended up planting the few pumpkin seeds years ago, and before she knew it, she had a bunch of = pumpkins to last.

Cassie can trust Petra with the pumpkin care, but she always makes sure to check in on them. That white pumpkin got her into plants, she even has a few houseplants back at home, but she’s still too embarrassed to tell anyone yet.

“Oh!” Petra snapped her fingers. She dashed back to the portal, shoved the upper-half of her body into the vortex, then came back out with her Wither Skull in hands. “Nearly forgot this bad boy.”

“I’m surprised that thing’s still in one piece.” Cassie said while she watched Petra grab a cloth from a chest in the kitchen.

“Right? This thing’s insane!” Petra exclaimed as she cleaned the inside of her painted skull. “One time I forgot it outside, a quake happened, and when I ran out to get it back, a tree landed on it and it was still in one piece.”

“You ever thinking of repainting it?” Cassie asked. She began putting on her long, oversized, dark blue pants over her leggings.

“Nah, the stripes are iconic. “ Petra tossed the cloth aside then shoved her head into the skull.

Cassie let out a grunt as she struggled to put her large long-sleeved shirt over her hoodie. She knew she was going to be drowning in sweat with three layers on, but that’s three extra layers of fire protection. When she finally got it on, she began tying the belt around her waist and slipped on her thick, brown gloves.

As she was adjusting her gloves, Petra handed her a crooked pickaxe and a worn-down sword.

“If I knew you were comin’ over today, I would’ve made some better tools for you.” Petra said. She was holding a blue backpack in her other hand that’s seen better days. One black strap had been completely torn off while the other was just barely holding on. There were holes where the buttons used to be. Hopefully it’ll be able to hold their stuff.

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” Cassie said, holding the tools by the sides of her arms. “We’re just gonna pick up a few things anyways.”

Cassie stuck her head into the pumpkin.

“You ready?” Cassie asked, her voice muffled. She took the weapons out and held them firmly.

“Super ready.” Petra smiled as she watched Cassie twirl the tools around before shoving them into her pockets.

Petra swung open the front door, and a horrible heatwave rushed in and hit their faces. Cassie’s eyes watered. You’d think after all those years of exploring the Nether, she’d get used to it, but it always seems to get worse each time.

Petra held the door open with her foot and the girls made some quick, last-minute readjustments with their outfits.

Cassie glanced to the side and spotted a familiar sign hanging under the doorknob. It was a piece of oak wood with the words “No Boys Allowed” that she made as a joke. That was way back when they first spawned into this house.

“Why do you still have that old sign up?” Cassie asked, surprised it hadn’t burnt to a crisp.

“To keep the boys out.” Petra said casually as she closed the door.

“But we’re the only two here though.”

“All thanks to the sign.” A little smirk formed on Petra’s face.

Cassie rolled her eyes and gave Petra a playful shove as they went out into The Neighborhood.

The Neighborhood… A sweltering ghost town. Awakening members used to live here years ago. Their ‘homes’ were just hollowed out holes in netherrack hills, making the place look more like a Hellish wasp nest than a cozy neighborhood. The openings were usually covered in old wood, and their front doors were rather busted or missing. And the way these houses were placed in such unorganized clutters just felt… Wrong. People weren’t meant to live in the Nether.

Any leftover space was taken up by Nether portals. It didn’t matter if the space between the houses were huge or cramped, people found ways of making the portals fit. Maybe the Neighborhood looked real pretty when the portals were all activated, but they’ve been deactivated for years, and Cassie and Petra weren’t planning on lighting them up anytime soon. It was bad luck to reactivate dead portals.

“So what things you lookin’ for again?” Petra asked.

“Gold’s high on the list,” Cassie replied, “we also need extra iron, extra flint, and some netherrack just in case.”

“Awh shoot, what?!” Petra froze. Her tone turned serious.

“What? What’s up?!”

“Do you know how hard it is to find netherrack!? We’ll be looking around for hours!” Petra exclaimed, standing on the netherrack floor. Surrounded by netherrack hills. With a netherrack covered sky.

Cassie couldn’t see Petra’s face, but she KNEW she had that big, dumb smile.

Cassie gave her a quick bonk on the skull and bent down to gather an arms-full of netherrack chunks, all while Petra was laughing.

“Damn, talk about lucky.” Petra teased, “You always had a good eye for rare items.” She slipped the bag off her shoulders and opened the flap for Cassie.

“Yeah, yeah. You gonna be messing with me the entire time we’re here?” Cassie rolled her eyes as she shoved the netherrack into the sack.

“Awh, come on, it’s been almost two years since we’ve done this. I’ve missed ya.” Petra said. The two began walking again. “It’s really boring without ya, you know?”

“Man, has it really been two years?” Cassie stared at her feet, a feeling of guilt starting to gnaw at her.

“But I mean--mentally, it’s only been two days.” Cassie said, looking back at Petra.

“Ex-ACT-ly. Time doesn’t move unless we’re together. Common knowledge.” Petra gave her a grin. Cassie couldn’t see most of it, but she could feel it. It was reassuring.

The two stepped over a wooden bridge that was splayed out over the ground. It’s been there since day once, wood planks, rope, and all. They kept telling themselves they’re gonna move it, but they never do. It’s not like it’s a huge obstacle or anything.

There was a lotta stuff like that around the Neighborhood. If you looked up, you could see more bridges hanging between the hills, many of them missing their planks or dangling by their threads, and a bunch of the houses built into the top of the hills had staircases, ladders, or ramps that stretched all across the area. Cassie and Petra had the “fun” experience of finding out which ones were stable or not.

“So, shouldn’t we start looking through the houses or somethin’?” Cassie asked, her eyes scanning the dozens of houses they’d have to scour through.

There were still items in these houses. Even though this place was abandoned years ago, a looming presence remains. Dirty dishes sitting in cauldrons, rotting meals on kitchen tables, unfinished letters on desks, wrinkled blankets on unmade beds, all signs that this ghost town was once full of life. Petra and Cassie have spotted many weird trinkets The Awakening members have made; chunky jewelry, small dolls carved from nearby materials, chimes, and masks that lacked eyeholes. Many, many art pieces included the Awakening symbols: A red flower with hundreds of petals, their empty eye, and the Hero. Another thing many homes seemed to have were mirrors, but they were never in one piece. Instead, they were often broken into several large parts and tied to strings that’d hang from the ceiling, or arranged in odd shapes on the walls. Sometimes the shape would resemble their eye, but most of the time it looked like nonsense.

“Nah, I have a different place in mind.” Petra replied.

“Have we been there before?” Cassie tilted her head.

“Perhaps.” Petra said, “Just gotta wait and see.”

The two stayed on the path, which was a mix of netherrack, gravel, and soul soil, passing under the hanging decor above.

Wooden poles were on each side of the path with rope tied to the tops, connecting them together while chimes, flags, and glass hung from the threads. When a hot breeze came by, the Neighborhood would create its own music. The clinking of the glass, the flapping of banners, the clattering of metal chimes, and the creaking of wooden doors created this strange but soothing sympathy to fill the silence.

“How’re things with the other Jesse and Olivia goin’?” Petra asked, swinging her sword around.

“Frustrating.” Cassie huffed.

“Oh?”

“Things were kinda going okay until Aiden decided to basically blurt out what was happening to our Jesse. Now Stella’s all stressed out, and we gotta keep an eye out for that cult creep, and Aiden’s probably gonna be super bummed that he made poor little Jesse upset--” Cassie ranted.

“I remember bout Aiden spillin’ the beans.” Petra commented. “Sorry everything’s been stressful.”

“It’s been so freaky with those two around! I dunno if I should be happy, upset, but Hero, everytime I look at them for more than a minute I start to feel sick.” Cassie felt that familiar queasy feeling rising in her stomach, “I’m not saying they’re bad people or something, just that… Everything sucks. And having our Jesse running around isn’t helping.”

“I mean, it’s a weird situation. Don’t blame you at all for feeling that way. Heck, even when I first saw them I was thrown off. Felt like two freaks wearing Olivia and Jesse’s skins.” Petra noticed her friend falling behind and waited for her to catch up.

“That’s a fun way to put it.” Cassie said, trudging along.

“Jess and Liv,” Cassie mumbled, “they’re nice, but I can’t wait for them to go home. I wanna forget this ever happened. They make me miss those two all over again.”

“I can imagine.” Petra went quiet when Cassie joined her side. The sounds of the Neighborhood filled the air.

Petra extended her arm out, “I’m here for ya, though, ya know? If you ever wanna complain, cry, or get angry about that Radar guy, I’m always here.” It was hard to see it, but through the gaps of the skull’s teeth, Petra was giving her a smile.

“Thanks.” Cassie took one hand out of her pocket and went to lock arms with Petra, something they used to do years ago, “I mean it.”

“Course.” Petra said.

And with that, the two picked up the pace.

Petra glanced at her friend then glanced at the various portals surrounding them, “I’m gonna guess Jesse and Olivia didn’t walk through an obsidian portal, right?”

“No, some weird blue portal. Probably lapis. I wish it was somethin’ as easy as obsidian.” Cassie sighed. “I’m guessing you haven’t seen Jesse recently?” She asked.

“Nope.” Petra lied, “Not yet. I’ll let you know though.”

Cassie gave her a nod and looked ahead. They were nearing the Nether Fortress. Their Nether Fortress.

Seeing this place after so long… It was like seeing it for the first time again. The broken, tall towers, the bridge stretching across the sea of lava, the ruined railway system, it was so otherworldly. The only thing missing were those hundreds of monsters crawling around the place that Cassie and Petra used to beat up.

That wide open bridge over boiling magma--with the Fortress being so close--was just begging Cassie to run across it.

Petra noted Cassie’s excitement and unlocked arms with her.

“Go ‘head, I’ll be right behind ya.” Petra said with a grin, and on cue, Cassie bolted off to the entrance.

Memories of the two of them raced through Cassie’s mind. The hot air hitting her face, the colors blurring together, her feet stinging each time they hit the ground, it was just like old times. This was liberating.

“Hey, I’m winning!”

Cassie whipped her head at just the right time to see Petra taking the lead.

“Not for long!” Cassie hollered as she picked up the pace.

They were both set on the entrance. Cassie could see Petra out of the corner of her eye. She could feel the confidence radiating from her, like she knew she was gonna win. But not this time.

When Cassie was just feet from the entrance, she dived. She crashed into the ground, her pumpkin making a loud THUD when it hit the floor.

Before she could push herself up, Petra fell on top of her. She must’ve had the same idea.

Both of them were laying on the ground, panting and laughing.

“Pretty sure I won.” Petra finally said.

“Nu-uh, my hand made it past the entrance first!” Cassie shot back, still breathing heavily.

“Yeah, but your hand didn’t touch the ground first, so technically--”

“Since when were you about technicalities?!” Cassie exclaimed. Petra could hear the laughs between her words.

“Alright, if it’ll make you happy, then I’ll admit it…” Petra got up and helped Cassie to her feet. “We tied.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Welp, guess we’ll never know who won.” Petra shrugged. Cassie gave her a playful shove.

“Yeah, yeah.” Cassie adjusted her belt. The two stopped and faced an intersection of three hallways.

“Which way do we need to go?” asked Cassie.

Petra glanced at the wooden arrow signs above then pointed ahead, “Straight, then a left, then straight again.”

“Got it.” Cassie started walking and couldn’t help but snicker at the words on the signs. There were a bunch of those signs hanging around here, their original words have long since faded, so she and Petra took some creative liberties.

Cassie recalled those directions, they were heading towards the ‘Spicy Abyss’, which was the second bridge on the other side of the Fortress. It's in ruins, so the two of them just like to sit on the edge and enjoy the view.

The middle sign was ‘Lotsa Boxes’, which is the hallway they’re currently walking through. It’s a rather wide hall--nearly as wide as the bridge they just crossed--that’s filled with abandoned stalls, carts, and chests. The stalls had boxes in, on, and around them, the old carts had boxes in them, and the chests--the chests were already boxes. This place must’ve been a Trading Hall, a storage, or even a marketplace for the Neighborhood back then. The way everything was arranged reminded Cassie of the night-market in Obsidian Town; lots of trading, buying, and selling, except not in the middle of the blazing-hot Nether.

Banners hung from short poles in the walls, all shades of red, turquoise, and gold while covered with symbols and faded words advertising goods. When Cassie and Petra first found this place, they were surprised at how many tools, ores, and old books were left behind, so of course they gathered them all up and sold ‘em. Made them a great deal of money!

The two took a left and continued down another hallway. They were pretty close to ‘Petra Fell’; those were the words on the last sign. It was one of the three tall towers you could see through the windows. It was the shortest of the bunch, it’s upper half is completely missing, but it was the best place to climb and get a fantastic view.

Cassie and Petra haven’t been on top of that tower in years. The last time they were, Petra was playing around near the edge, stumbled, and nearly fell to her death had it not been for Cassie catching her. Petra’s been terrified of heights since then. Cassie can’t blame her.

It’d be nice to rush through that tower again with Petra, even if she didn’t want to go to the very top, it’d be a great… The tower…

It looked different.

Cassie couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was off. She could feel it.

“Hey, did that tower get shorter? Or have I just been gone for too long?” Cassie asked.

Petra didn’t even glance at the tower, “Already noticing my hard work, I see.”

“Hard work?” Cassie tilted her head. Petra didn’t elaborate. Cassie kept pestering her, but she wouldn’t budge until they reached the end of the hall.

Where there used to be a big, gaping hole was now covered up by tons of banners. They were sloppily sewn together, trying to hide every piece of the other side.

“So,” Petra began, “Remember how I said I had a different place in mind to find those items?”

“Yeah?” Cassie answered slowly.

“And remember how we always wanted to build that bridge to the other side of the Nether?” A grin grew on Petra’s face as she watched Cassie’s eyes light up.

Cassie gasped, “No, nu-uh, you did not!”

“I did.” Petra raised her brows. When Cassie took another step forward, Petra yanked the banners off to reveal a magnificent bridge that stretched across the sea of lava and connected to the other side of the Nether. It was a mish mash of netherrack, nether brick, gravel, and even some obsidian. There weren’t any rails on it, and Cassie was certain it hardly had any support underneath it.

It looked dangerous.

It looked fantastic.

Petra watched Cassie take all this in. She was bouncing in place, hands over her mouth, all excited like a li’l kid. Man, Petra could only imagine what Cassie’s face was like under that pumpkin. Her eyes were probably sparkling and she had that big, dorky smile that’s bright enough to light up this entire fortress.

“Oh Hero, oh--Oh I canNOT believe you!” Cassie exclaimed, grabbing Petra and shaking her excitedly before giving her a big hug.

“Hey, we always wanted to see more of the Nether together.” Petra chuckled, “Thought this would be a nice little surprise for when you came back.”

Cassie let go to look at the bridge again; Petra took a lungful of air.

“And don’t worry, it’s stable.” Petra said, “I’ve tested this bad boy out hundreds of times and only had several near death experiences.”

“Perfect, great! All I need to hear.” Cassie was revved up. She dug her feet into the ground, ready to blast off, but she stopped herself. “Agh, wait. I promised Aiden I’d come back home soon.”

“How soon?” Petra leaned against the wall.

“Like, by the end of tomorrow, I think?”

“Well, you got here at a pretty good time, so we got, what? Several hours to work with?” Petra tapped the skull’s chin, “If we’re fast enough, we could see some good sights and get your stuff. So whaddya say?”

Petra got closer to Cassie, “Wanna see how fast we can blast through this sucker?”

Despite the skull hiding her face, Cassie knew Petra was smiling, and Cassie smiled right back at her.

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[theweasleyslytherin]

i knew you (ron weasley x reader) part 4

part 1 (masterlist)

summary: Ron inexplicably broke up with Cassiah Black just days before their final year at Hogwarts, leaving them both with broken hearts and no future plans, but too stubborn and too proud to fix things. The centuries-old rivalry between their Gryffindor and Slytherin houses only make things worse, and friendships are truly put to the test. Will they find their way back together before the year ends, or will the end of their time at Hogwarts be the last time they ever see the each other?

warnings: angst, drug/alcohol use, and eventual smut ;)

CHAPTER 4 - new & old beginnings

We never painted by the numbers baby But we were making it count You know the greatest loves of all time are over now ________________________________

She was never supposed to fall in love with Ron Weasley in the first place.

They were pretty good friends, sure, but that was all she had ever seen him as. They both had dated other people over the years, and hadn't even considered one another as an option.

That was, until they ran into each other shopping for books at Diagon Alley last July. They'd both done a lot of growing up that summer.

Cassiah had always been pretty, of course, but there was something different about her now. She was more confident. Not to mention she'd filled out a bit in all the right places since last May.

And Ron... He was still Ron, but not a little boy anymore. He was a man, with broader shoulders, a stronger jaw replacing his chubby cheeks.

She'd immediately pulled him into her arms and squeezed tight, "I haven't seen you in so long. You look great, Weasley!"

Ron definitely did not notice the way her breasts felt against his chest. Definitely not.

"It's good to see you, too," he smiled brightly when he released her, and he truly looked at her for the first time. She was beautiful. How had he never noticed this before? Could a few months really make that big of a difference, or had he been blind to it all along?

He hadn't realized he'd been holding on to her hand. Embarrassed, he dropped it and shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts. "I missed you, Cassie."

She gave him a cute, closed-mouth smile and replied, "Then see me more! We can hang out sometime soon, yeah?"

Ron knew she probably wasn't asking him out. That would have been completely out of left field. Nevertheless, he got butterflies at the idea of hanging out alone with her. That was new – they'd only hung out when Harry and Hermione were there before.

Since when did Cassie give him butterflies?

"Definitely," he said a bit too quickly, and felt his freckled face turn pink almost immediately and his ears burn. "I, uh, have to get back to Ginny. She needs help carrying something..."

Cassiah smiled brightly, "Of course! I should be getting back to my mom, anyways." She turned to leave, before glancing quickly over her shoulder and adding thoughtfully, "Ron. It really was nice seeing you."

And if those weren't the most beautiful hazel eyes he'd ever seen.

Ron wasn't sure if Cassiah had meant it when she had said they should hang out some time, but nevertheless, he found himself owling her the next week to see if she wanted to go to a nearby festival. And she found herself saying yes.

________

Cassiah had no idea how to dress for this date because even an hour before Ernie was supposed to pick her up, she had no idea what they were doing. Because of this, she and Pansy and Daphne had decided to play it safe with just a casual emerald dress and some stockings that went up to her thighs. Pansy thought that the little bows just above her knees made the outfit look just the perfect amount of sexy without being too over-the-top, and Cassiah agreed.

The girls both gave her a squeeze before sending her out into the hall outside the common room to wait for Ernie, who arrived just on time.

His sandy-blonde hair was tucked slightly back behind his ears, and his eyes were smiling as he walked up to her.

"Wow," he said, flashing a cheesy grin, "You look beautiful."

Blushing, Cassiah had to remind herself that it wasn't a betrayal to Ron for her to accept his compliment. Why did it make her sad to hear someone else call her beautiful? She knew she'd hear it again some day. But still, it felt strange to hear it coming from another man's lips besides Ron's when she'd planned on hearing it every day from him for the rest of her life.

"Thank you," she answered, biting her lips shyly and looking up at him through her lashes. He was tall – not as tall as Ron, but still taller than she was. "So, what's on the agenda for the evening?" she asked curiously.

Ernie grinned cheekily. "You'll have to just wait and see," he teased, lifting up a picnic basket and blanket. "Do you mind if I take your hand?"

"Oh-" Cassiah started, surprised that he had asked that, partly because it was very forward, and partly because it was very polite, "Yes, uh. Of course. That'd be lovely."

He reached down and grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers gently. His palms were rough and his fingers calloused. Ron's hands were always so soft and warm. Merlin, Cassiah, stop making every single thing about Ron Weasley. He doesn't think about you, so stop thinking about him.

They talked casually as they walked, about the first week of classes, dealing with the new first years, and the upcoming Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Cassiah was surprised how easy the conversation was between the two of them when they had only met briefly before in professional meetings.

Ernie stopped when they reached a door, and Cassiah furrowed her brow, "The greenhouse?"

He held up a key and gave her a playful wink, "Perks of being a prefect. Access to the more private date spots in the castle."

Cassiah was impressed as Ernie unlocked the door and led her inside. This was really thoughtful and sweet. It was kind of romantic to be surrounded by all the rare, beautiful plant-life, and to actually be away from the chaos inside the castle. Here, no one would come up to them in the hall or on the lawn to question them or butt in on their date.

Ernie led her over to a more empty corner where only a few plants hung from the ceiling and he spread out the blanket on the ground. He opened up the picnic basket to reveal sandwiches, a salad, and a variety of fruits.

"Wow," she gasped, her eyes widening, "Ernie, this is amazing." And she wasn't lying. Ron had never taken her on a date this thoughtful. Most times, they just hung out at his place or in one of the common rooms unless she herself had planned something more special.

He shook his head, blushing bashfully, "It's nothing."

Ernie was a perfect gentleman. He asked her questions about her life, her future plans, her family and friends, and he even offered her his jacket as the night got darker and the room got a bit colder. So why did she spend the whole date thinking about Ron? She felt so guilty. Ernie had put so much thought into this, and seemed like he genuinely was interested in getting to know her, and she couldn't give him the effort back that he deserved.

After they'd finished eating, Ernie started telling her a funny story about his father from growing up, and Cassiah couldn't help but laugh along. He reached out across the blanket and grabbed her hand as he spoke, his thumb rubbing lazy circles over her palm, which made her pulse quicken with nerves.

"Do you mind if I come a bit closer?" he asked, and when Cassiah nodded, he scooched closer to her on the blanket so that they were only sitting a few inches apart.

"Cassiah, you're a great girl. I've had such a nice evening with you. It really is a breath of fresh air to be with someone who makes such great conversation and is so smart and so... beautiful," he said, flicking his eyes up to lock with hers. He allowed his glance to shift down to her lips and back up to her eyes, and whispered thickly, "Can I kiss you?"

Cassiah gulped, and nodded before realizing it had probably grown too dark for him to see, so she whispered back, "Yes."

He leaned forwards and his eyes fluttered closed. His eyelashes were so long.

His hand came up to gently cup the side of her face as he lips connected sweetly with hers. He didn't rush things, simply brushed their lips together before pulling away and staring back her.

Cassiah couldn't breathe. He had been a perfect gentleman. Not for a second did she feel like she had to do something she didn't want to. So why did she feel like crying?

"I've had a great night, too," she said finally, awkwardly brushing her hair back behind her ears from where it had fallen forward in front of her face. "I'm studying with Hermione first thing tomorrow morning, and she really likes to start early. So I should probably be getting back home to bed."

Ernie smiled softly at her, "Yeah, of course. I can walk you back if you want."

"Oh, it's okay," Cassiah said, then rushed to finish when she saw Ernie's face fall, "No, not like that. Just because the Slytherin dormitories are so far out of the way."

"Oh, of course," Ernie replied, looking relieved before grabbing his picnic basket and rising to his feet. He extended his hand and helped Cassiah back to her feet. "I really did have a great time with you tonight."

"The pleasure was all mine," Cassiah assured him. She pulled him into a hug before bidding him goodnight and exiting the greenhouse.

The second she knew she was out of his sight, she took off running, the tears already streaming wildly down her face. She needed to get home before she was crying so hard she could no longer breathe.

The Slytherin dormitories entrance felt like it was years away, and when she finally burst into the common rooms, she was relieved to see that she was alone. She collapsed onto her knees, holding her face in her hands and hyperventilating.

She felt herself being picked up off of the ground before she saw who was doing it. She looked up to see Draco's icy eyes full of concern as she guided her to the couch and sat her down. As she curled her knees up to her chest, she took one look at him and began crying all over again.

"Date didn't go well?" he asked carefully from his side of the couch.

She shook her head, "It was great, actually."

Anyone else would have pressed her, then what are you crying for? but Draco knew better.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Cassiah shook her head again, "Tomorrow."

Normally, she wanted to talk through every thought that entered her head. It was her way of dealing with things. But not tonight. Tonight she just wanted to sit on the couch with Draco and cry until she fell asleep, knowing that when she finally did, he'd pick her up and bring her back to her room safely.

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"How do you think it's going?" Seamus asked Ron quietly. All of the Gryffindor boys were strewn across the floor of their dormitory, playing exploding snap and sipping on a particularly gross but effective concoction of Dean's creation.

The guys jumped as one of the cards exploded into life. Ron chuckled before turning to look at Seamus and pretending like he didn't know exactly what the Irish boy was talking about, "How do I think what is going?"

Dean and Seamus stared at each other for a moment before Dean finally spoke up, "You know, Cassiah's date with Ernie. We heard that it was tonight."

Ron pursed his lips. This was the last topic in the world he wanted to discuss right now. The reason he'd suggest all the guys hang out tonight in the first place was specifically to avoid thinking about this. He plastered a cavalier expression over his face and answered simply, "Oh, is that tonight?" He took a long sip of his drink, hoping that no one would question him further.

Harry scoffed, and Ron immediately turned to look at his best friend, "What's so funny Harry?" When Harry said nothing, Ron's temper rose and he pressed further, "If you've got something to say then just say it."

All the other guys in the room stiffened, before Seamus cracked a completely unrelated joke and they desolved into conversation, grateful to escape the tense interaction between the two best friends.

"Look," Harry leaned over to Ron and lowered his voice, "I know I haven't been making you talk about... things... And I don't want to make a scene in front of everyone here. But you don't have to act like you don't care."

Ron looked at Harry for a moment, considering. He thought he'd been giving a pretty phenomenal performance, but apparently even his finest acting couldn't trick his best friend.

That didn't mean he had to admit it out loud though.

"I'm not acting like I don't care. I just don't," he shrugged. He turned to the rest of the guys and spoke up so that the group could hear, raising his cup. "Bottom's up boys."

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His first kiss with Cassiah had been long-awaited. Even though they'd spent time alone three or four times in the weeks before, Ron still hadn't gotten the chance to kiss her. Every single time he thought it was the perfect moment, Cassiah would shy away or suddenly have to go to the bathroom or decide it was time to invite Fred and George or Ginny to join them. But he wasn't going to give up. He had dated a few girls, but had never connected so easily with someone before, as he'd told Harry. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. So he was going to keep trying.

They'd been sitting in the garden outside the Burrow, eating some snacks and discussing the Quidditch match they'd seen together a few days ago.

"Toss one of those up in the air, Cassie. I want to catch it in my mouth," he laughed, gesturing at the grapes they'd been snacking on. "5 galleons says that I'll get it on the first try."

Cassiah snorted, completely doubting Ron's coordination, "I'll take that bet." She grabbed a grape, snapping it off the vine, and grinned at him. "Ready? One... two.. three!" she tossed it up gently, and sure enough, Ron lunged forward and caught it in his mouth with ease. As he chewed and swallowed, he beamed at her,

"See, you think I'm uncoordinated. But what you underestimated was my unrivaled ability to get food into my mouth."

Cassiah burst out laughing at that, proclaiming that he was a menace and smacking him on the shoulder. In some sort of burst of genius, Ron recognized this as his chance.

Swiftly but not harshly, he grabbed Cassiah's fist from where it had collided with his body. She gasped in surprise that he caught her hand, and Ron slowly unwrapped her fingers from the already loose fist she'd formed. Both of them stared intently as he intertwined their fingers one by one and brought the back of her hand up to his mouth. As he leaned down to press a kiss to her soft skin, he finally looked up at her and locked eyes.

With a loving, innocent shimmer to his blue-green eyes, he pressed another kiss to her forearm, and then to the crux of her elbow. Her heart was beating out of her chest. Was she finally going to let him kiss her? He'd been trying the last few weeks, and she'd been dodging it, afraid of taking that final step past friendship and risking having things not work out. But she really wanted to let him. She had never had so much fun or been so comfortable with a guy, and his soft lips and intense gaze were rapidly crumbling her resolve.

Before she knew it, his face was just inches away from her, his breathing shaky and nervous and his bright eyes gazing into hers in a way she'd never seen before. So she finally let him.

His lips were gentle against hers, but only for a moment. She wasn't sure if it was him or her who almost immediately deepened the kiss, but there they were, fully snogging in the garden. Ron exhaled a weak whine as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. His big freckled hands grabbed her waist and tugged her forward. Understanding what he wanted without words, Cassiah crawled on top of him, wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding her hips down onto his lap. He moaned again, and she felt sparks in her core when she felt his hardness pressed against her already.

"I've wanted this for so long," he heaved into her ear, and Cassiah's mind came to a screeching halt. She pressed a hand to his chest and forced them apart.

"Wait."

"Bloody hell, Cassie. Why? I finally get the nerve to kiss you and now you're not letting me again?"

She looked down at him from her straddled position on his lap, "I'm scared."

Cassiah felt his hands running ever-so softly through her tangled brown hair, "Why? You can trust me. You've known me for years."

At that, Cassiah slumped back a bit, grabbing his hands and holding them in between their bodies, "That's exactly the problem, Ron. You're one of my oldest friends. And even if we haven't always been the closest, you're one of my only friends that has stayed consistently in my life no matter what. And I think I can say the same for you. I don't..." she sighed, cursing herself for getting emotional, "I don't want to just date you for the hell of it, and lose you. You can't date your friends unless you're really serious about it. So we can either hook up for a summer, or date seriously, but I don't know-"

"Cassie, I'm always friends with girls I date. You and I will always be friends. Always. And I don't want to just hook up with you. If I promise that we'll always be friends, can we just see where things go?" his eyes were full of concern.

Cassiah could barely focus due to the knowledge that he was still hard underneath her. She bit her lip, and despite every bone in her body screaming 'no', she nodded at him, "Yeah, of course." She kissed him again.

Ron woke up hung over and unable to shake the feeling that his dream had left in his chest. He already spent every waking moment reliving his and Cassie's greatest hits, and now they were haunting him in his dreams as well.

"Bloody hell," he cursed, and shoved his pillow over his eyes so that the sun wouldn't irritate his pounding headache and so that no one could see him cry.

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Cassiah awoke to three gentle knocks from outside her door. Startled, she jumped up, clutching her duvet to her chest. "Who is it?" she asked, her voice still sleepy but urgent.

"It's me," sounded Draco's voice from the other side of the door, quiet so that he didn't wake anyone in the nearby rooms. He knew Cassiah wouldn't want an entourage.

She fumbled around on her bedside table before she grabbed it and casting an unlocking charm on the door. "Come in!" she called quietly. Most people in the castle didn't have the luxury of private rooms, and Cassiah always took advantage of her privacy.

Draco entered the room and closed the door carefully behind him, the old hinges creaking. He crossed over to where Cassiah was still tucked under her covers and stopped in front of her before easing into her desk chair and smoothing over his pants. With a softness in his eyes that told Cassiah he cared, he teased, "You said 'tomorrow.' So here I am, bright and early."

Cassiah giggled a quiet, "Someone's eager," thankful that he wasn't acting too serious. If it wasn't too serious, maybe she wouldn't cry. She was getting pretty sick of Malfoy seeing her cry lately. She wasn't embarrassed of her emotions, but it was getting kind of ridiculous at this point – not to mention unfair to the blonde boy.

She sighed, finally sitting all the way up. Her braid was an absolute mess and she had rings of black eyeliner under her eyes, but she couldn't be bothered to care. "Sorry for my dramatic entrance last night."

Draco shook his head, his platinum hair moving with him as he leaned forward in his chair, "You don't have to apologize. I've had my fair share of meltdowns in empty rooms in this castle. You just happened to have the misfortune of my hidden presence."

"Merlin, you're right. You're so annoying," Cassiah teased back, smirking, "But seriously. Thank you so much. I just didn't think that it would upset me so much for my date to go well. I almost think I would've been less upset if it went badly, as insane as that sounds."

Again, Draco shook his head, "It isn't insane at all. I understand that. Having a good date is symbolic of a life without Weasley, and for some reason, you're the only person in this House to ever think that life is better with him in it." Cassiah snorted, burying her face in her hands. Draco reached out to touch her arm and continued, "Cass. It's normal to not be ready to move on. It's only been two bloody weeks. There's nothing wrong with you going on a date, but there's also nothing wrong with coming home and realizing you're not ready for anything else to happen."

Cassiah stared up at him as he spoke, and then dropped her eyes down. The fabric of her green comforter was suddenly very interesting. Her voice was quiet, "I'm not ready. Ernie and I kissed and it was really sweet and nice, but then I panicked. I think I'm pushing myself to move on too fast just because I want Ron to know I've got other options. And I do, but it's all happening way too quickly – I can barely keep up."

"That makes too of us," Draco muttered playfully, giving her arm a squeeze before dropping it, "You don't have to go on another date with him if you don't want to. I do think it's a good thing you kissed him, though. It's a kind of reset, when you kiss another person, I mean."

Cassiah couldn't agree more. As much as she felt guilty for her lips having touched another man's besides Ron's, she felt clean of his touch. He wasn't the first person to have touched her, and now he wouldn't be the last. Because there was life after Ron, even if she wasn't ready for it just yet.

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This chapter was really hard for me to write, so I'm really sorry that this was a bit late! :(

I really like the dynamic between Cassiah and Draco and I can't wait to see their friendship further develop.

Anyways, as always, if you enjoyed this chapter, let me know somehow!! all the love xx 

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She Sets the City on Fire - One Summer’s Night

She Sets the City on Fire: A Bruce Banner Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warning:  Age Gap, Self Doubt, Recreational drug use, Smut (M|F  vaginal fingering vaginal sex, squirting, sex while under the influence of drugs)

Word Count:  5234

Pairing:  Bruce Banner x OFC (Summer)

Summary:  Bruce is drawn to Summer.  She’s everything he wished he could be.  Carefree, exciting, and she knows exactly who she is.  There are so many reasons a relationship with her wouldn’t work.  So why can’t he stop thinking about her?

A/N: On the first chapter

2. One Summer’s Night

Bruce didn’t call Summer.

She was too young.  This was a one-time thing.  A guy like him couldn’t be with a woman like her.  He wasn’t sure there was a person on the planet that could tie Summer Martin, but he was fairly certain that if there was it wouldn’t be an over-the-hill scientist with a rather serious rage issue.

Although…

Maybe there could be something.  Starting with sex wasn’t a good sign though.  Especially for him.  He’d never done anything like that before.

Besides he didn’t have her number anyway.  So it wasn’t as if he could call her.

He did have Aidan’s email address though.  He could email him and ask for it.

But it wasn’t like Bruce was a hard man to track down these days.  People knew where he lived.  His email address was on five different official websites.  If she wanted to see him, she could have contacted him.  She probably didn’t want to start anything with him.  And who could blame her?

If only he could stop thinking about her.

“You’re thinking about her again.”  Tony teased as Bruce had been staring off into space again.

Bruce shook his head and looked over at his friend.  “Sorry.  Sorry.”

“She really got you good.  I haven’t seen you this smitten.  Ever.”  Tony said.  “Why don’t you call her?”

Bruce shook his head again and tapped the screwdriver he was holding on his hand.  “I can’t. Tony.  I’m old enough to be her father.  That’s not an exaggeration either.  If I had a child her age, no one would even think I’d had them young.”

Tony snorted.   “Wow.   Of all the men in the world to start fishing for jailbait, I never expected you to be one…”

“See … which is exactly why I need to leave her alone.  Even if… even if she was interested in me like that, I can’t do that to her.  I can’t condemn a person to a life with me.  Especially when theirs is still laid out in front of them.”

Tony came over and put his hand on Bruce’s shoulder.  “I have never seen you like this.  I mean…. When was the last time you even got laid?”

“Before the accident,”  Bruce said.

“Maybe she’s just what you need.  Someone casual who won’t be tied down and doesn’t get caught up in the details.  Call her.  Let her decide what she wants to do with her life.”  Tony said.

Bruce frowned and thought about it for a little while.  He decided he’d send an email to Aidan.  If Aidan ignored it, then that was fate telling him it was a bad idea.  He didn’t say what he wanted to ask about, just that he wanted to talk.

It was ten minutes later when his phone rang.

“Hello, Doctor Banner, why do I get the feeling that you’re not calling me about my research?”  Aidan said.

“I’m sorry,” Bruce said.  “Not that I’m not interested in it…”

Aidan laughed.  “It’s fine.  I’ve seen how Summer draws people in.”

“Do you think she might … would she be interested in…”  Bruce said, not sure how to even ask the question.

“Yeah, I do.  And you should call her.  I saw her reading one of your books the other day.  I don’t think that’s because she has a sudden interest in Nuclear Physics.”  Aidan explained.

“Don’t you think… aren’t I maybe… a little unsuited for her?”  Bruce asked.

There was an exhale of breath on the other end of the line before Aidan spoke again.  “It’s not for me to say who either of you sees,” he said.  “Summer is low commitment and low maintenance.   And she is a lot younger than you.  Whether that makes it a bad match isn’t for me to decide.  But can I tell you a story?”

“Yes,” Bruce said, as his stomach began to turn itself in knots.

“I didn’t grow up with Summer.  Part of that is the fact I’m eleven years older than her.  And part of it is because I was raised by my mom and my dad barely had anything to do with me.”

“Yes,”  Bruce said.  “Summer told me.  I’m sorry that happened.  I know what it’s like to have a negligent father.”

“Shit happens,” Aidan replied.  “When I finished school, my dad paid for me to go to college and gave me a job.  I didn’t even have to try to do anything.  It was all being handed to me but with the condition that I didn’t embarrass him.  So I went a little wild.  I started partying.  I got into some pretty heavy drug use.”

The story was a familiar one.  Tony had done a similar thing thanks to neglect from his father.  He’d also pulled himself around so Bruce knew not to hold that kind of thing against anyone.

“When I found out Summer had moved into the city for college I tracked her down,” Aidan continued.  “She was so excited to spend time with me.  I was a complete mess, but she followed me around.  She came over on weekends and she’d make me breakfast.  She’d follow me out clubbing.  One night she came to a really skeevy party with me.  Fuck, I regret taking her to that.  Except I don’t, because I ODed.  She found me unconscious with a needle in my arm.  Called an ambulance.  Called our dad.  Demanded that he send me to rehab.  Convinced him to buy that building under the pretense of us living together so she could keep an eye on me.”

“She told me your dad forced her to live with you,” Bruce said.

“She says that so it looks like our dad loves me.  I’m sure he does, but not like he loves her.  I don’t blame him though.  She’s the best of us.  I’d be dead now if it wasn’t for her.  She turned my life around.  I have my Ph.D. and my job because of her.  I’m clean because of her.  She’s worth having in your life even if all you get from her is a weird friend.  So call her.  You have my blessing.”

Bruce took down her number and then stared at it willing himself to call.  If Aidan was right, maybe that’s what she could be.  A friend.  Someone to help get him out of his head.  She did seem to have that effect on him.

He dialed the number and held the phone to his ear.  It rang three times before Summer picked up.

“Who hasn’t heard of texting?”  She said in way of introduction.

Bruce’s heart began to race and he felt the Hulk raise his head.  “Hello.  Yes.  Sorry.  It’s Bruce.”  He stammered.

“Who?”  She asked.

He swallowed thickly and tried to calm himself.  This had obviously been a mistake.  She thought of him so little that she didn’t even recognize who it was calling.  “Bruce Banner.”

There was laughter on the other end of the line.  “I just got you to say your full name.  It’s nice to hear from you, Bruce Banner.”

Bruce felt a large part of him relax and Hulk seemed to settle back into a doze.  “It’s nice to hear you too.”

“Aww, that’s always nice.”  She said.  “What are you doing tonight?”

“Something with you?” He said and cursed himself as soon as the words left his mouth.

Summer burst out laughing and a deep flush crept into Bruce’s cheeks.  “That was so smooth.  I bet you’re drowning in pussy,” she teased playfully.  “Anyway, Romeo.  There’s a rave on in Hell’s Kitchen tonight.  I’m going with some friends.  Wanna come?”

Bruce agreed before he even registered what he was agreeing to.  When he hung up the phone, he immediately started to freak out.  A rave?   He’d just agreed to go to a rave.  The guy with the huge green rage monster hiding inside him agreed to be pressed up in the dark with a bunch of sweaty strangers listening to music that grated on his nerves.  Not to mention that a rave was the worst place for a first date ever.  How could he even talk to her at a place like that?

As the hour approached, he got ready to go out.  He put on a dark purple button-up shirt but left it unbuttoned at the collar and put on a suit jacket.  He knew he wasn’t going to fit in but he didn’t think there was any way that he was going to be able to regardless of what he wore.

He had a car take him to the club and when he got out he scanned the crowd for Summer.  There were a few groups milling around the front and a line forming at the door, but he couldn’t see any sign of her.  He thought he’d go get in line with the people who were not only 20 years younger than him, but dressed completely differently, just to save a spot when there was a tap on his shoulder.

He turned around to see Summer, only she was barely recognizable to him.  She was wearing knee-high faux fur boots in hot pink and black and a matching latex outfit that consisted of what looked like just a bra and panties.  There were pink fur cuffs on her wrists and she was wearing a wig made of pink and black tubes and ribbons in various shades and materials.   She had appeared to accessorize with pink glow sticks.  They hung around her neck and wrapped around her arms and waist.

“Hey, Bruce!” She chirped, leaning up and pressing her lips to his.

It was one of those kisses that could be whatever you want it to be.  Her lips only barely parted and it lingered just that little longer than normal.  Bruce was so startled by seeing her in a complete cyber costume that he forgot to kiss back and she pulled away and grinned at him.

“Bruce, these are my friends; Cassie, Amanda, Liam, and Rachel.  Everyone, this is Bruce.”  Summer said indicating to her friends.  The group was all dressed in similar clothing, but various colors and levels of skin showing. Liam had color in his hair and he was wearing black flared pants and a black mesh singlet with yellow hazmat symbols on both.  Bruce felt extremely out of place, but he shook everyone’s hands and even returned Cassie’s kiss when she leaned in to kiss him.

“Cass, do you have any more glow sticks?”  Summer asked.

Cassie dug through her bag and pulled out a handful of glow sticks - the kind you’d get in tubes from the dollar store.  She and Summer then went to work cracking them and popping them together so that Bruce was wearing two circles of different lengths around his neck and one around his left wrist.

Summer took Bruce’s hand and led him to the door as the others followed behind them.  The bouncer looked Bruce over.  Bruce was sure he was about to get turned away.  Especially given how long the line now was.  Instead, the bouncer pulled the rope away and stepped out from in front of the door.

“Enjoy your night, miss Martin,” he said, holding the door open for all of them.

“How many times do I have to tell you; it’s Summer?”  She said as she passed him and headed inside.

“The bouncer knows you?”   Bruce asked, glancing back at him.  He had to yell over the sound of the club.  The loud and rhythmic thud of the bass traveled right through him and the scratch of what he could only think to call melody, though it was anything but that, drowned out almost everything else.  As they walked through the club, Summer and her friend lit up under the blacklights.  Their bare skin painted with some kind of UV paint. 

Summer stopped walking and pulled him down so her mouth was against his ear.  “I’m kind of a big deal around here.”  She said.

She led the group into another roped off area and up some stairs.  A guy who looked like he was Bruce’s age greeted her, pressing himself close to her body as he spoke with his lips hovering close to her ear.  She laughed and then continued on her path to a long, low table surrounded by beanbags and cushions.

It was a little quieter in this part of the club.  You didn’t need to yell to be heard and the music felt a little more like it was a background sound.  Bruce took a seat on one of the beanbags and Summer sat down directly in his lap.

“Who was that guy?”  Bruce asked.

“My uncle,” she said uncle with air quotes, which made Bruce think it was just a man who was friends with her parents and she’d been raised calling him that.  “He works with my dad.  Total creep.”

Bruce looked around the group.  He wasn’t sure what to do and they were all digging around in their bags.  He wasn’t sure where his hands were supposed to go either and all he could think was how much he wanted to put them on her thighs and how completely inappropriate that was.  “Did you want to dance?”  He asked.

“In a minute.”  She said, almost casually.

A waitress arrived with a tray full of bottled water and she placed it on the table and left without even waiting to see if they wanted anything else. Liam pulled a baggie of colorful pills from his pocket, took two out and swallowed them with water before tossing the baggie in the middle of the table.  The others each took one or two. When Summer went to take one too Cassie snatched the bag and shook her head.

“I’ve got yours right here, bitch,” she said, putting a little pink unicorn tablet on her tongue.  Summer leaned over to her and Bruce watched as they kissed.  They were all tongues, and Bruce shifted a little uneasily under Summer.

When Summer pulled back she looked down at Bruce.  “Do you want one?  No pressure.  I don’t care either way.”

“Do I get to take it like you did?”  Bruce asked aiming for playful, immediately cursing himself as soon as the words had left his mouth.

Summer started laughing.  She pushed her face into his chest, trying to smother it.  “Okay.  Okay.  Let me just go ask Cassie.  She does like kissing so I’m sure it won’t be a problem.”

Bruce shook his head, the flush he felt creeping into his cheeks and up the back of his neck.

Summer tilted his face up to hers.  “Let me get something out of the way, so I know for sure you aren’t agreeing to take drugs to fit in or impress me.”  She said.  Her hands went to his hair and she leaned in and kissed him.  Her tongue coaxed his lips apart and dipped briefly into his mouth and one of her hands slid down his arms, moving his hand to her thigh.  When she pulled away she looked him dead in the eyes.  He had trouble keeping eye contact with her, but he forced himself as he felt his breath hitch.  “I’m here with you, Bruce.  I plan to go home with you if that’s something you want to happen.  Unless you choose not to or something unforeseen happens, you’re getting laid tonight.  So knowing that, do you want to take some E?”

Bruce shook his head.  There was a part of him, this part that had never got a chance to shine.  The one smothered by bullies at school and then crushed by the accident that created the form of the Hulk, that wanted to be reckless.  That was relishing being with these carefree youth that had just accepted him as part of them, as much as he didn’t fit in.  He knew what ecstasy was supposed to do too.  That could make the Hulk quieten right down and he could be a version of himself he only knew the edges of.  But the risks with it were that he come out and Bruce couldn’t risk that here.

“Come on then, let’s go dance,” Summer said, getting to her feet and pulling Bruce along with her.

She led him down to the dance floor.  It was crowded and the strobe lighting played off her skin.  The UV paint she’d used on her skin glowed in the lights and made her look like fae.

They started dancing.  Nothing over the top.  It was just face-to-face with her arms around his neck and his hands on her hips.  She moved against him, bouncing and rolling her hips in time with the deep thud of the bass.  She seemed to have unlimited energy and moved with such abandon.  It was like the music just flowed through her.

He seemed to get high just on her.  He was mesmerized by her.  Drunk on her own enjoyment.  The way the light played of her skin.  The way she moved.  She was the music come to life.  She turned in his arms and began to grind her ass up against him and brought his hand to her public bone.

He nuzzled into her neck and she leaned back and kissed him.  It was wet and hot and his hands slid up to her stomach.  Her friend Cassie came and joined them, grinding into Summer.  Summer broke the kiss with Bruce and leaned in and started kissing Cassie.  When they broke apart, Cassie leaned over Summer’s shoulder and captured Bruce’s lips.

“I need a drink,” Summer said, squeezing out from between the two of them.  Bruce pulled away from Cassie and followed after Summer.  Cassie appeared completely unphased, simply turning to the closest person and continuing to dance.

The table they had staked out earlier was still free.  In fact, their bags were just sitting underneath, undisturbed.  Summer collapsed down in a bean bag and grabbed a bottle of water as Bruce sat carefully next to her.  He took his own bottle and drank it quickly.

“Are you having fun, Brucie?”  Summer asked shifting so her legs were draped over his lap.

“I think so.  Yes.”  He said, running his fingers through the fur on her boots.

“Those feel nice don’t they?”  She said leaning forward and running her hands over his cheeks.  “This is all scratchy.  I wonder what it feels like on my thighs.”

Bruce looked from her blue eyes that were blown out thanks to the ecstasy coursing through her system and down to the bare skin on her thigh.  He then did something he couldn’t have ever even imagined doing before.  He lifted her leg and leaned down, rubbing his cheek on the inside of her leg.

Summer snorted and broke down into giggles.  “That tickles.”  She leaned in and rubbed her nose against his and teased her lips over his cheek.  “Do you want to dance some more?”

“I will if you want to,” Bruce said.

She trailed her fingers through his hair, making his scalp prickle.  “Do you want to go home and fuck?”

He swallowed and nodded.  “Yes.  Please.”

She grabbed her bag and got up, grabbing Bruce’s hands and helping him to his feet.  They went and found Cassie and Amanda on the dance floor and let them know she was leaving.

“Can I come too?”  Cassie asked, trailing her fingers up and down Summer’s arm.

Summer shook her head.  “Maybe next time.  I love you, Cass.”

Cassie leaned in and kissed Summer gently.  “I love you too, Summer.”

In the back of the cab, Summer linked her fingers with Bruce’s and nibbled at the skin under his ear.

“Is Cassie your girlfriend?”  Bruce asked.  He was afraid of the answer.  Summer was exotic and hard to read.  He wanted her, but he wasn’t sure how much of her he could handle.

“No,” she said simply.  “We have sex a lot.  I think if we were different people we might be girlfriends.  Mostly she’s just my friend.  She has sex with Aidan too.”

“Would you like to date?”  He asked.  “Me that is.”

Summer hummed, running her fingers up and down his thigh.  “I don’t know.  I haven’t been anyone’s girlfriend for so long.  I don’t know if I’d make a very good one.  Last time I did it, I felt like I lost a little bit of what makes me, me.  There’s a song I heard once…”  Summer licked her lips and started singing.  “A triangle trying to squeeze in a circle.  He tried to cut me so I fit.”

“I don’t want to change you, Summer,” Bruce said.

“You know what I’d like to find?”  She said.  “I’d like to find a person who met me and loved me just exactly how I am, even though I don’t want to be tied down.  They’d love me so much that they would be happy to let me float about and do the things I like to do and they’d trust that I loved them too and I’d always find my way back to them.  But because I loved them and they trusted me, I didn’t feel like I wanted to do those things anymore.”

“You want someone who doesn’t change you, but inspires you to change yourself?”  Bruce asked.  “But then what if the person you changed into wasn’t the one they loved anymore?”

Summer shook her head and for a moment she looked really sad.  “That’s a huge problem, isn’t it?”

“I really like you, Summer.  I can’t stop thinking about you,” Bruce said.

“I’m here now.  Let’s just see what happens in the future when we reach it.”

The cab pulled up out the front of the Avengers Tower and Bruce paid and let Summer in. She looked around in the empty lobby at all the official signage and in the elevator, she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into his neck.  As soon as he let her into his apartment she began to work the falls in her hair out which he realized now were more like hair accessories than a wig.

“Do you want anything to drink?”  Bruce asked.

Summer looked up at him with a handful of ribbons.  “If you have something like Gatorade I will love you forever.  Otherwise, water is just fine.”

“I don’t but if you give me a minute I can get some,” Bruce said.  “What color do you want?”

“Ooh, blue, please!”  Summer chirped.

Bruce headed up to the labs and helped himself to a blue Gatorade from the drinks fridge.  When he got back to his apartment, Summer was sitting on his bed.  The falls were all gone from her hair and she’d taken off her boots.  She took the drink from him and she drank half the bottle in one go.  She poked out her tongue at him as she screwed the lid back on.

He chuckled.  “Yes, it’s blue.”

“Like one of those lizards,” She said putting her drink on the bedside table.  She took Bruce’s and pulled him closer to the bed. “Would you like to see if you can get me to do my little trick?”

“What’s your little trick?”  Bruce asked.

“Go get some towels.”  She said.  “This can get a little messy.”

Bruce looked at her confused but did as he was told.  He collected some towels from his linen cupboard and brought them back to his bedroom.  When he returned Summer was standing by the bed completely naked.  He couldn’t quite get over how perfect she was.  Even the little imperfections she had.  The stretch marks on her hips, the scar on the top of her left thigh, the small amount of cellulite she had, all those little things that everyone has just made her more perfect to him because it meant she was a real person despite how she might otherwise come across.

She motioned to him to come close and he approached her slowly, starting to get a little nervous again.  She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed her cheek against his before kissing him on the corner of the mouth.

“I still have my clothes on and you’re completely naked,” Bruce said.

Summer laughed.  “Something does seem remiss.  Let me help.”

She began to slowly and carefully undress him.  Hanging his jacket over the back of a chair.  Unbuttoning his shirt slowly and kissing a trail down his chest as she did.  She helped him off with his shoes and then his pants and when he was finally naked he was so hard, his cock felt like it was throbbing.

She took his hand and guided him back on the bed.  He ran his cheek up the inside of her thighs and she moaned and spread her legs wider for him.  “Oh god, Bruce,” she moaned, clutching at the sheets.  “Your skin feels so good on mine.”

Bruce ran his nose along Summer’s pubic mound, dipping his tongue between the folds of her labia.  He hummed as he relished the taste of her, her fluids coating his tongue.

“What did you want to show me, Summer?”  Bruce asked, looking up at her from between his legs.

Summer sat up and spread the towels, before sitting down on top of them.  “Have you ever made a girl squirt?”  She asked.

Bruce raised his eyebrows.  “I uh… maybe?”

“That’s a no.”  Summer teased, pushing him with her foot.  “Come on I’ll teach you.”

She took his hand and using her fingers she guided two of his up and down her folds.  She let his hand go and lay back, letting Bruce take his time.  He rolled them over her clit and circled her entrance a few times before pushing two of them inside of her.

“Okay,” she sighed.  “Push them right in as far as you can, and then you need to curl them towards you.”

Bruce followed her instructions, pushing his fingers into her right up to his knuckles.  He curled them inside her pressing his fingertips up against her inner walls.

A shudder passed through her and he felt her clench around his digits.  “So now, move them around a little, you’re looking for a bit that feels smooth and spongy compared to everything else.”  She said, with a slight breathlessness.

He moved his fingers inside of her until he found a spot that did feel different. Softer and with more give.  He pushed his fingertips against it.  “Here?” 

Summer moaned and raised her hips up, pushing into his hand.  “Fuck.  Yes.  That’s the spot.  Now you need to press really hard and do this.”  She made a gesture like she was beckoning him to her.

Bruce started stroking his fingers up and down along that special spot.  Summer moaned loudly and squirmed on the bed.  “Fuck.  Just a little harder, Bruce.”

He pressed down harder and the noise she made didn’t even sound human.  It was such a deep animalistic cry of such complete pleasure.  It made his erection throb painfully and his hand went to his cock without even thinking.

Bruce continued to move his fingers inside Summer.  He increased the pressure and pace as he elicited more and more incoherent noises from Summer.  He was completely entranced by her.  The way her body moved as it clenched and squirmed below him.  How her face contorted in a look of pure pleasure.  All of a sudden her whole body seized up, her cunt clenched around his fingers and as her body let go again, she came.  He’d never seen anything like it.  She gushed on him and cried out a long string of curse words he hadn’t heard outside of Tony hurting himself in the lab.

“Holy… Summer!”  Bruce gasped.  He desperately wanted to taste her again and dropped down between her legs and lapped at her soaked pussy, drinking everything he could.

Summer sat up and grabbed the Gatorade from the nightstand, drinking what was left and tangling her free hand in Bruce’s hair as she watched him eat her out.

“Brucie,” she half moaned, as Bruce’s teeth grazed over her clit.  “How about we take care of you?”

Bruce gazed up at her.  “Can we just make love?”  He asked.

She giggled and pushed his hair back from his face.  “Of course.”

“Oh,” Bruce said jumping up and going to his side table.  “I saw these and thought of you.”

He pulled out a box from the drawer and handed it to her.  She looked at it and her face lit up.  “You bought glow-in-the-dark?”  She said as she excitedly opened the box and pulled one out.  She stood up on the bed and held it up to the light.

“What are you doing?”  Bruce asked.

“You have to charge them up,” she laughed.  Bruce laughed softly with her and moved the towels off the bed.

“How long will that take?”  He said sitting beside her and kissing along her soft stomach.

She giggled and flopped back onto the bed, pressing the packet into his hand. “Go on then.”  He got up and sheathed himself and she started giggling.  “You need to turn off the light.”

He chuckled and switched the light off.  With the blinds drawn it was almost pitch black.  There were now only two sources of light.  The glow of his alarm clock and the brighter green glow of his dick.  Summer squealed with delight and clapped her hands.

Bruce chuckled and moved back to the bed, his cock bouncing as he walked.  Summer laughed harder and got up and wrapped her arms around him.  They started to kiss and Summer turned them, pushing Bruce back onto the bed and climbing into his lap.  Ever so slowly she sunk down onto his cock humming as he filled her.

“What do you think it looks like inside of me now?”  She asked as she slowly rolled her hips against Bruce and held him close.

“A spooky green cave?”  Bruce offered.

She started giggling.  It was infectious and he was soon laughing with her.  “My mysterious glowing uterus.  It’s where you need to go for healing potions.”

Bruce pushed her hair from her shoulder and rubbed his cheek on her exposed skin.  “You’re so odd, Summer.”

“You love it.”

Bruce hummed in agreement and rolled her onto her back.  They began to move as one, thrusting and rolling their hips with each other.  They kissed and nipped at each other’s skin.  Moans were made and names were murmured as they brought each other to the brink of climax.  When the came, it was together.  Clutching at each other.

Bruce slopped out of her and got up to dispose of the condom.  When he came back Summer was sitting up on the bed stretching.  He sat down next to her and leaned back against the headboard.  She snuggled into him, draping her arm over his waist.

“You’ll stay?”  It was half question, half statement and full of hope.

“Of course,” she replied.  “Will you make me breakfast?  I like when people do that.  I like doing it too when people sleepover with me.”

“Anything you want,” Bruce answered.  The answer scared him a little.  He knew it was true, but he knew right at this moment, he belonged to her.

// NEXT

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Special Students

TimKon, Undercover, High School, Angst, Humour, Arguments, Fluff, Tension, Awkwardness. 

Summary: Tim ends up dragging Conner into an undercover mission where they go to high school so they can try and deal with a growing drug problem. The mission seemed simple enough but Kon had no idea on how much it would affect his friendship with Tim.

A/N: There are references to teenagers drinking and using drugs, if that makes you feel uncomfortable please do not read.

Enjoy! :D

You want us to do what?”

“We need to go undercover in a school in Bludhaven.”

“I got that part, but why?”

“Dick and I have reasons to believe that the drug cartel we’ve been following over in Blud is making use of kids from the school. We believe that they’re selling to the kids and then the kids are using it as well as spreading it around to everyone else. We want to try and infiltrate from within, get our information from the kids, work out where the drugs are being kept and produced and then shut it down.”

Kon blinks at Tim as he explains his mission plan. He can’t get over what Tim is asking him right now. Granted it’s not the weirdest thing that Tim’s asked him to do but it is certainly is up near the top of that list.

He rubs a hand over his face trying to digest it all.

“So…” he’s now going to try and attempt to summarise it all once again. “You want us - that being me and you - to go back to high school just so we can try and find out who’s dealing the drugs, where they’re getting the drugs, then trace that information back to whatever kind of creepy address that it leads too, then that’s when we can take down the drug cartel that you and your brother have been following.”

Tim, the little handsome bastard, beams at him, “Yup! That about sums it up.”

This time Kon pinches his nose and takes a deep breath before letting it out. He glances at Tim’s smug looking face and Kon just knows he’s screwed. “But why me, can’t you take the demon spawn with you? I don’t want to go back to school! I hated the place, I don’t want to go back.”

Tim raises an eyebrow, “You think I want to go back? I’d really rather not, there’s a reason why I dropped out in the first place you know. And no I can’t take Damian, Bruce wouldn’t allow it plus there’s no way I’d be able to put up with him for the duration that it’ll take to complete this mission. Bart is too impulsive, Cassie wouldn’t have the patience, Dick is too old, Jason is an absolute no, Steph and Cass are currently in Hong Kong, Duke currently has a lot on his plate so I don’t want to bother him with this. Either way you were my first choice and believe it or not the best option.”

Kon thinks that through and he figures that Tim has a point. He looks at his best friend to find him looking at Kon with wide questioning eyes. It’s almost as if Tim’s giving him a puppy dog look in his own way and Kon knows he’s screwed. How can he say no to that beautiful face?

With his mind made up, he cocks an eye at Tim, “You’re not going to take no for an answer are you?”

“Of course not.” Tim grins.

Kon shakes his head, letting out a huffed laugh as he does so. “Typical. Anyway, what’s the time duration you’re looking at.”

“We’re looking at a good two months or so. We need time to build up friendships with the students and then to gain their trust. After that we need to get offered the drug, be able to work out where they got it and so on.”

Kon groans. What had he signed himself up for?

Tim leans towards him, a knowing smile taking over his face as if he knows that he’s won Kon over without him actually saying it. “So…” He drags out. Kon has a sudden urge to hit him then. He doesn’t because you know, he’s polite, but the temptation was there.

“Fuck you dude. I bet you’ve got all the paperwork with my name on it already filled out and everything.”

Tim lets out a laugh and stands up, he spins around and starts to head out of the kitchen. “Of course I’ve got it all done already!” He shouts over his shoulder. “I knew you’d agree that’s why!”

Kon’s unable to stop the grin taking over his face. The whole situation is ridiculous. “I don’t know why I put up with your crap!” He calls back.

When Tim next speaks, his voice comes somewhere further in the apartment. “It’s because you love me!”

“Yeah I do…” His admission is soft and quiet so Tim wouldn’t hear it.

It’s not as bad as he thought it was going to be. Well. Certain parts of it weren’t, other areas however were just as bad as he expected it to be.

School’s school. So there was homework, shitty assignments, crappy teachers, early mornings and petty students.

The only thing that really made it bearable was that he was with Tim. They weren’t in the same classes or anything but being able to see him throughout the day so during breaks and lunch, then after school made it possible for Kon to cope.

It’s been about 6 weeks since they started the mission now. They have both more or less settled into the school, of course they had gotten some funny looks but no one really thought anything of it. It’s not like they’re actually that much older than the kids in the school, it’s only like a year or two in it. Tim had made sure to cover all of their details within his paperwork when he enrolled them into the school at the start.

He had moved to Bludhaven within that time, so he’s currently sharing Dick’s apartment with Tim and Dick whenever he was in the city. It’s not Metropolis or Smallville by any means so Kon’s just glad he’s got the ability to fly so he could get away from the city at the weekends, it gave him a break at least.

He had made a few ‘friends’ within school. He happened to get onto the school football team and has made a few acquaintances from the guys on the team. Tim on the other hand has gone to the nerdy side of things and has been able to make a few friends himself. When Kon had pointed out the differences, Tim had laughed and told him that it was a good thing because it meant that they could cover more ground and find out how far the drugs are being passed around the school.

Funnily enough Kon didn’t catch wind of the drugs until the weekend of the 6th week. It was Friday after school and he was in the locker room getting changed out of his football kit and into normal clothes, debating whether he could convince Tim to put Wendy on that night, when a voice speaks out near him.

“Hey Match!”

Kon had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the nickname he happened to adopt while being at school. Of course going undercover meant having a different name, and boy didn’t he punch Tim hard when he found out what his undercover was. Carl Matches. He was not amused. As well as being insulting, it sounded so fake, it was probably worse than Tim’s Alvin Draper nonsense (a name which he thankfully wasn’t using for this mission.)

Much to his dismay, he ended up adopting the nickname Match when he first joined the football team in the second week of the mission. It’s stuck since.

“What’s up Brad?” He turns to his so called teammate and eyes him up. Brad was captain of the team, the lady lover of the grade and very hot headed. It’s only his self-restraint that’s stopped him from ripping Brad’s head off.

“You free tomorrow night?”

Kon thinks about it for a moment. He and Tim had no plans other than going out on patrol as it was a Saturday, but it’s not like he could tell him that. Instead he shakes his head, “Not at the moment. What’s going on?”

“Still being new and all I wasn’t sure if you heard, but the biggest party of the year is happening over at OB’s house. Interested?”

“I hadn’t heard about that no, but sure…” No. He was not interested, like at all. Maybe when he was a bit younger he would have loved to gone to an all classic high school party but now not so much. But for the sake of the mission and to avoid Tim’s grumpy face he puts on a smile and forces the words out. “What time?”

“Whenever man. People start turning up at like three in the afternoon, it’ll go on right through the night. See you there then!”

He claps Kon on the shoulder and walks away. Kon stares after him for a moment, baffled at what just happened before finishing in getting changed and making his way back to Dick’s apartment.

“You hear about the party tomorrow night?” Kon asks Tim as they were sat having their dinner. They were chilling on the sofa, sat next to each other and eating take out.

Tim nods and swallows a mouth full before speaking, “Yeah I got invited by Sarah today actually. I assume you got invited too then?”

Kon hums, placing a bit of chicken into his mouth and chews.

“Okay that’s good, at least we’ll both be there. It’s the opportunity we’ve been waiting for. The biggest party of the year, lots of drunk teenagers, an uncontrollable environment with no adults around. It’s perfect.”

Kon nods, “Exactly. We find who’s doing the drugs, try and find out their buyer, trace it back to them then bam, mission complete.”

Tim laughs at that, “Something like that. There’s a lot of details missing there Kon, but we’ll see how it goes.”

Kon glances over at him and grins, at least they’re getting somewhere with this mission now. Tim smiles back and they stare at one another for a while. Kon takes in Tim’s frame, watches the way the light from the TV in front of them illuminates his features making them seem more sharp than before. He glances at Tim’s casual outfit, a large loose t-shirt and some old grey sweatpants and fluffy batman socks. He looks perfect. He seems so relaxed that it draws Kon into him.

He so busy looking at his best friend that he failed to even realise that Tim was looking at him back. Before he knows it, Kon’s starting to lean in close to Tim, just as Tim appears to leaning towards him as well.

“Hey guys what’s up!”

They spring apart like they had been electrocuted and sit stiffy on opposite ends of the couch as Dick walks into the front room. He’s grinning away dressed up in his cop uniform. When he sees them he freezes on the spot and eyes them up, clearly recognising their sudden odd behaviour. Thankfully he doesn’t question it and carries on through the room towards the kitchen.

“I hope you guys have leftovers for me. It smells amazing!”

Kon and Tim don’t look at each other for the rest of the night.

The next day was awkward. As normal, they went about the next day doing things as they normally would, so doing some training, completing some homework and playing a few video games until it was time to get ready for the party, but even doing all of that it didn’t make the tension go away.

It suddenly seemed like they couldn’t be together without there being some form of tension between them. It was so thick it wasn’t like they could ignore even though they certainly tried too.

Kon replays the previous night over and over again in his mind. Tim had definitely leaned in to kiss him as well, that was clear, so they both play a part in this awkwardness that’s come between them. But maybe that’s why it’s so heavy? Because they both went to kiss each other before Dick came in? Because there’s definitely some sort of mutual attraction between them that neither one of them is willing to acknowledge.

When the evening finally came Kon tried to not think about it as he got ready for the party. Between them they decided to go when it was reaching the evening, believing that’s the best time as they think the drugs will appear once everyone seems to be too wasted to care.

Kon dresses up in some jeans, a plain t-shirt and puts a shirt over the top of it. Basically dressed in his usual attire. Tim on the other hand was dressed up in some tight black jeans and a smart button up red shirt. It makes Kon do a double take because Tim looks good, he somehow doesn’t look over dressed but manages to pull off the confidence that he know he looks good at the same time.

Tim catches Kon looking and Kon quickly looks away, feeling his cheeks go hot at being caught. There’s a pause between them, once that fills the air with more of that thick tension. Kon scowls as he stares at the floor, hating the moment, because when did they become so awkward around one another? They’re supposed to be best friends, not some awkward teenagers like they once were.

Tim breaks the silence by clearing his throat. “So we ready?” He shuffles on the spot, fidgeting with the cuffs of his shirt.

Kon glances up at him before turning away again. “Uh yeah.”

Tim drives them to the party and being in that car for no more than 10 minutes was worse than being with Tim the entire day. It must be because they’re confined in a small space but thankfully the radio was on and filled the silence with old 90’s music.

They get to the party and walk in and freeze in the doorway. It was chaos. Music was being blasted from high tech speakers, drunk teenagers were everywhere, hundreds of red cups could be seen around. They glance at each and Kon sees Tim pull a face, he snickers at that. Parties have never really Tim’s thing, at least not these kind of parties. Kon wasn’t a fan himself, the music was already making his head hurt but they’re there on a mission, the sooner they get that done and get it out of the way the sooner they can go home.

They go separate ways and Kon’s kinda glad about that because at least it gives him some space away from Tim and it gives him an opportunity to stop thinking about the weird tension between them.

He goes about looking for signs of the football team. Trying to find any of them in the mass crowd of teenagers was a nightmare. It takes him a good twenty minutes until he finds most of them all stood outside in the back garden huddled in a group.

One of them notices him coming and they beam, “Match! There you are buddy!” It was Brad and Kon could tell that he was tipsy. He was gesturing widely for Kon to go over and when he does Brad throws an arm over his shoulders. “We were wondering when you were gonna show up.”

Kon forces a smile, “Sorry, I just lost track of time.” Brad lets out a laugh as if he just told a really funny joke. At that point Kon notices that most of the teens in the group were smoking. He glances at Brad, “What are you guys doing out here?”

Brad’s laughter dies down as he asks the question and the teenager sends him a suspicious look before glancing around at everyone else with a questioning look. He turns back to Kon and pokes his chest with a finger. “Hey Match, can you keep a secret?”

Kon studies him for a moment, his voice had dropped down to a serious quiet, whisper and his eyes had narrowed almost threateningly. Kon raises an eyebrow and nods. “Of course.” Only if they really knew.

It seems to be a satisfactory response for the captain because he’s then grinning widely and gesturing to one of the others. Within seconds Brad is grabbing his hand and shoving several small blue and pink pills into his hand. Kon stares at them wide-eyed and shoots Brad a look.

Brad carries on grinning. “Take them.” He says simply.

“What are they?” Kon asks cautiously. He can easily guess of course but he’s got to play the part.

“We don’t actually know. All we know is that it’s called Frenzy and man is it some good shit. Once it hits ya, that’s it you’re gone. All of your stresses, thoughts, worries, everything just disappears and leaves you pretty chilled and contented.”

Bingo. That’s the drug they were after.

“Where did you get it from?” He tries to make the question as causal as possible, just so he doesn’t seem suspicious. He’s not sure how well he does but none of the teenagers seem to notice his behaviour, most of them to drunk or high to really care by the looks of it.

Very much to his surprise Brad tells him the name who had sold it too him and even the address to where they apparently make it. Kon makes a mental note of the names and address for later. Now that he’s got the information he’s gotta find Tim so they can go and shut it down.

“So come on man! What are you waiting for?” Brad loudly says in his face. He grabs Kon’s hand still holding the pills and moves to his mouth so he’s forced to take the pills into his mouth. Of course Kon could have stopped him but he’s got a role to play if he doesn’t want to act suspicious.

He won’t swallow them, he’s not stupid. There’s a trick that he does where he hides the pills around his mouth and under his tongue just so he doesn’t have to swallow them, Tim had originally taught him the trick.

Once it seemed like he had taken the pills he smiles at Brad who grins back. The teen smacks him twice on the chest before letting him go, “Atta boy! Just give it ten minutes or so and experience the magical wonder of Frenzy. In the meantime go get yourself a drink.”

Kon nods and uses that as his escape. He heads back into the house, finds a bathroom and empties his mouth into the sink. he takes a deep breath, washes his mouth out with water before popping the pills into his pocket. It’s gross but that’s a matter for the future. What he needs to do now is find Tim.

It doesn’t take very long to find Tim. Kon ends up finding him inside the house in a very crowded room. Kon stops short at the doorway when he sees Tim dancing in the centre of the room with a girl. They were pressed together, her back to his chest, their arms were outstretched and their fingers were laced together, their bodies were grinding together in time with the music being blasted out.

Kon watches with wide eyes as their hips roll together, hers were rolling back against Tim’s while his were grinding forward. Kon wouldn’t call that dancing, that basically seemed like they were having sex in the middle of the room.

All of the sudden he felt pissed. He was angry at Tim for being doing that. They were here on a mission to bust up a drug cartel, not on a mission to get laid. (Don’t get him wrong any other time he would be very impressed with his best friend but now wasn’t the time for that.)

Deciding that he’s seen enough he makes his way over to him and slaps him on the arm to get his attention. Tim immediately turns and faces him, his eyebrows raised in question.

Kon leans in close, speaking into his ear. “I’ve got we need, we can go.”

Tim pulls away and makes a face. “That’s good but we can’t go yet.”

Kon scowls as Tim turns back to the girl grinding up against him. Was he being serious! Kon slaps him again, “We. Can. Go.”

Tim narrows his eyes at him, “Not yet Kon.”

He has to grit his teeth to stop himself from lashing out at his best friend. He waits a couple of seconds to see if Tim will change his mind but when it’s clear that he won’t be changing his mind Kon grabs his arm and forcefully drags Tim away from the girl. He doesn’t let go of him until they were outside away from everyone else.

Tim is immediately on him once they’ve stopped moving. “What the fuck Kon?”

“Are you being serious Tim? What the hell do you think! We’ve come here on a mission to gather information to do with the drugs. I happen to get the information and then I find that you’re dancing, or more accurately grinding, with a girl while I do the work!”

He didn’t realise he was yelling until he finished speaking. He quickly glances around and thankfully finds no one paying attention to them.

Tim gapes at him for a moment and Kon could feel himself seething in anger at his best mate. However that anger quickly turns into shock when Tim snaps at him. “You have got to be joking! I was working Kon. The girl I was with happened to be deep in that circle, her brother is one of the producers! I made a deal that if I danced with her she’d give me more details about the whole cartel. I’ve got names and I’ve got the main address.”

Kon recoils as Tim finishes speaking. It’s like he’s just been slapped in the face. He stands there not knowing what to say to that and is feeling like a complete twat. He had wrongly assumed that Tim was slacking off when in fact he wasn’t. Kon realises now that he really should have thought before he spoke, he should have known that there was a plan behind Tim’s actions (this was Tim after all.)

There’s a tense silence as they look at one another. Tim was glaring at him and Kon had a guilt written all over his face. Tim’s the first one to make a move, he takes a deep breath in and lets it out, letting his body posture relax from when he had tensed up. “Right, well we both have the information we need so lets compare and get started. The sooner we end this the better.”

That night they tracked down all of the dealers of the drugs. The names they had had been the same and from there it was finding that guy who gave them all of the names of all the other dealers. The next night, with help from Nightwing, they took down the producers of the drug and shut down the entire cartel.

After clearing everything up and making sure that it was all over, Kon moved back to Kanas. He wasn’t sad to leave Blud because he had missed the farm and all of it’s fresh air, the only thing he was disappointed with was leaving Tim. Despite the last couple of days working together when everything suddenly turned tense and awkward, they had a great several of weeks together. At least Kon had enjoyed it.

It’s been a week since Kon had moved back to the farm and not once had he spoken to Tim since Sunday night when they had closed the drug cartel. He had no idea on what he would say to his best friend. Were they still best friends after all that? The argument Saturday night had left them not talking on that Sunday, they only spoke to each other regarding the mission and nothing else. It had been quiet and awkward in a way it never has been before and it left Kon feeling terrible.

He missed him.

He missed when they could just easily joke about, have a laugh, touch without it being weird. But since they almost kissed, everything had changed. It had changed for the worst.

It was on Sunday night, an exact week since they completed the mission that he next sees Tim again. He was in the kitchen at the counter making some dough for that evening’s dessert when the front door knocks. Before he could move Ma was there answering it.

“Oh Tim dear, it’s nice to see you! Please come in.”

Kon freezes on the spot. He’s slightly annoyed at Ma because why did she let him in, she knows what had happened between them yet she’s letting him in. On the other hand he was confused to why Tim was there in the first place. Why come to Kanas?

“Thanks Mrs. Kent. Is Conner around?”

“Yes dear, he’s just in the kitchen. Could let him know that I’ll be in the front room if he needs me please.”

“Will do, thank you.”

Kon stays standing at the counter as he listens to Tim walk towards the kitchen. He doesn’t turn around as Tim stands in the doorway behind him because he wasn’t ready to face his best friend yet.

“Your Ma’s in the front room if you need her.” He tells him.

Kon nods and swallows thickly. “I know, I heard. Thanks.”

There’s a moment of silence between them and it reminds Kon just of what happened a week ago.

“So how are you? What are you making there?”

Kon frowns at Tim’s attempts of small talk. It’s typical of him to dance around the real reason of him being there. Deciding to get it over and done with Kon turns and faces him. With narrowed eyes he stares at his best friend, “Why are you here Tim? Why come to Kanas?”

Tim nods to himself like he had been expecting that reaction before answering him. He walks into the kitchen and takes a seat at the table. “Because I wanted to talk.”

“You could have phoned.” Kon says bluntly.

“Would you have answered?” Tim shoots back.

Kon had nothing to say to that.

“That’s what I thought.” Tim responds to his silence. “I came out here in person because we need to talk.”

“What is there to talk about Tim?” Kon questions walking towards the table to stand opposite him. “The fact that we haven’t spoken in a week? The fact that there is something between us but neither of us is willing to acknowledge it? The fact that we had an argument? What is there to talk about?”

“All of it!” Tim snaps at him. he stands up and glares at him. “All of it Kon. There is something between us, what it is exactly I don’t know, but I hate the way it’s making us be like this.”

“That night Tim… that night we almost… you know.” Kon looks away from him unable to finish off the sentence.

“That night when we almost kissed?” He turns to Tim at the words to find his best friend looking at him with wide eyes and a look of understanding. His voice has gone soft now, losing any of the hard bite it had to it just a moment ago.

Kon swallows and nods. He looks away yet again as Tim walks around the table towards him. He fights the urge to back away when Tim stops directly in front of him. He feels Tim’s hand cup the side of his face and as he pulls his face around so they were looking at each other once again.

“Kon, I know that things have been tense between us since that night. I don’t know why it suddenly became like that but it did and… and I want to make it right.”

Kon places his hand over Tim and holds it. Looking into his eyes he asks, “Do you feel the same way I do?” He didn’t mean for it too, but the question came out as a whisper. He carries on staring at Tim, trying to find the truth in his eyes.

Tim lets out a chuckle, “Kon you have no idea on how much I feel for you. I can’t live without you in my life. You’re my clone boy.”

Kon didn’t even think about his actions then, he leaned down and captured Tim’s lips in a kiss. Tim’s response was instant because his lips were moving along with Kon’s as they press together for the first time. Kon pours everything he was feeling into that kiss, letting Tim know through the action how much he meant to him.

They kiss for who knows how long but when they part Kon feels lighter. Like everything that had been weighing down on him was suddenly lifted. The space between them was now clear and it made Kon happy, they were going to be okay.

He presses his forehead against Tim’s smiling widely. “And you’ll always be my Robin.”

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Sick as a Bug

Summary: While Scott goes off on a mission with the Avengers, Peter volunteers to babysit ten-year-old Cassie Lang at his apartment. Things are going pretty well until Cassie comes down with the flu, thrusting the teenager into a caretaking role that's a bit above his paygrade.

Word count: 3,452

Genre: Sickfic, fluffy illness, hurt/comfort

A/N: (Set in the same universe as The Bug Sitter and Friendly Neighborhood Craft Project, which all feature the adventures of Peter & Cassie, but the stories don’t need to be read in order.)

Thanks to @sallyidss and @xxx-cat-xxx for beta reading and giving me ideas!

Link to read on Ao3

“How’s it going, Peanut?” Scott Lang asked over the FaceTime call.

“Pretty good,” Cassie assured him. “We were playing tag in Peter’s apartment all morning, which was really fun because he let me wear his old suit and use the web-shooters!”

Peter took the phone from her and flipped the camera around to get Cassie’s whole outfit in the shot. The ten-year-old was wearing his homemade Spider-Man onesie, the sleeves and pant legs rolled-up to adjust for their height difference. She grinned and did a quick twirl for the camera.

Scott gave a low whistle. “Lookin’ sharp!” he remarked as Peter handed the phone back.

Cassie went on, “And then we walked to this sandwich shop for lunch and there was this really fat cat named Murph who liked to eat meatballs! You’d probably like him, even though you’re allergic,” she rambled. “How’s your mission going?”

“We’re still in the stakeout phase, so nothing too exciting yet. Unless you count beating Captain America at Uno three rounds in a row,” Scott replied with a smirk. “Did you finish all your homework?”

“Yeah, Peter helped me with the math,” Cassie said, glancing sideways at the teenager. “It was about fractions, so we practiced on some Hershey bars.”

Scott quirked an eyebrow at her. “I thought you were good at fractions?”

“I am.” Cassie shrugged. “I like chocolate.”

Scott chuckled and shook his head slowly. “Alright, well I just wanted to check in because I’ll have to turn off my phone now, but Peter has the number for the direct line to Mr. Stark’s suit, so I’m still here if there’s an emergency, okay?”

“Yeah I know,” she said, nodding. “We’re fine, daddy. And Peter’s really fun.”

“He better be—I’m paying him twelve bucks an hour,” Scott deadpanned.

Peter grinned and stuck his head in the frame. “Hey, you’re getting a super sitter,” he pointed out. “I feel like twelve is a bargain.”

“Touché,” Scott allowed. Addressing Cassie again, he said, “Alright, Mr. Stark wants to talk to Peter before we hang up so I’m gonna give him the phone now. Love you, Peanut.”

“Love you too,” she said, waving at him.

Cassie handed the phone back to Peter as Scott passed his to Tony.

“Uh, hey Mr. Stark,” Peter greeted as casually as he could manage. He figured he had a pretty good idea of what this call was about.

“Peter.” Through the camera, Tony cast him an unamused look. “Care to explain why I got an alert from Karen that you fired sixteen web grenades this morning?”

Peter rubbed one hand awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Um… so, it was part of a game we were playing…” He glanced back over his shoulder at the mess of tangled webs in the corner of his bedroom. An array of his old plastic action figures was suspended throughout. “But, uh, we’re done with that now.”

“Yeah, well I doubt May appreciates you shooting webs around her property any more than I do,” Tony retorted. “So maybe lay off the vigilante act for one day, capisce ?”

“Yeah, for sure, no problem,” Peter agreed easily.

“And kid?”

“Yeah?”

Tony held up a stern finger to the camera. “Don’t show her the taser webs.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter glanced at the homemade construction paper bullseye affixed to his closet door, covered in the sticky, still-buzzing web remnants. “Of course not, Mr. Stark.”

X

It had become a sort of tradition that Peter would watch Cassie anytime Scott was called into New York for a mission during one of his custody weekends. Honestly, Peter loved it—he’d do it even without the money (though he had no intention of telling Scott that anytime soon). Cassie was smart and funny, and it was nice getting to show off his Spider-Man equipment and powers to someone with just as much childlike enthusiasm as him.

After hanging up with Tony, the two spent the next few hours alternating between rounds of Wii bowling and building an elaborate Lego city before eventually switching over to hide and seek. Currently, Peter was sitting crouched in the front hall closet on a pile of winter boots, playing Tetris on his phone while he waited for Cassie to find him.

When he hit the next level, Peter paused the game and frowned at the time display on his screen. It’d been eight minutes since Cassie had first started counting—far longer than it should be taking her to discover his admittedly-not-great hiding place.

He opened the closet door. “Cassie?” he called, wincing as he unfolded his stiff legs and pulled himself to his feet. “Did you give up?”

But there was no response. His senses on edge, Peter made his way back to the living room, hoping that the girl was simply playing a trick on him.

Instead, he found her curled up on the end of the sofa, head resting on the armrest, fast asleep.

Alright, nap time it is.

Peter retrieved a fuzzy blanket from his bedroom and draped it over her sleeping form before plopping down in a nearby armchair to resume his game.

X

While Cassie slept, Peter finished his Spanish homework and tidied up his room a bit—the new web solvent he and Ned had concocted in chemistry was a godsend—and then prepared a box of mac and cheese. When it was done cooking, he padded back into the living room and tapped the sleeping girl’s shoulder.

“Hey Cassie?” he whispered.

With a groan, Cassie tugged the blanket tighter around herself and rolled away from him to face the back cushion.

Peter frowned and sat down behind her knees on the edge of the sofa. “Cassie?” he tried again. “You awake?”

She made a small, non-committal noise in her throat before blinking slowly up at him. “What time is it?” she murmured.

Pulling the blanket off of her, he tossed it to the other end of the sofa. “Like 5:30,” he replied as she sat up. “You were asleep like, two hours—I guess all the Spider-Manning wore you out.”

“Oh.” She yawned and rubbed at her eyes sleepily. “‘M’tired.”

“I can see that,” he laughed, getting to his feet. “But if you nap for too long now, you’ll be awake all night, and then your dad won’t let you hang out with me anymore.”

“Luis once let me drink two whole cans of Monster and he’s still allowed to watch me,” Cassie argued sleepily.

Peter snorted. “Probably shouldn’t test that.” He offered her a hand. “C’mon, let’s go eat.”

Cassie took his hand and followed him to the table where he had two steaming bowls of mac and cheese waiting. Peter wasted no time in digging into his own portion, but after watching Cassie half-heartedly poke at the noodles with her fork for several minutes, he paused.

“Do you not like mac and cheese?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I do. I’m just not very hungry.” Her gaze fell to her lap and then in a quieter voice, she asked, “Do you know what time daddy’s coming back?”

Peter gave her a sad smile; despite how supportive Cassie was of her dad’s role with the Avengers, he knew she couldn’t help getting anxious when Scott went on missions. “Not until late tonight,” he said gently. “Do you miss him?”

Cassie hesitated a moment before nodding a bit.

“It’s okay—he’ll be back soon enough,” Peter assured. “He’s got Black Widow, Captain America, and Iron Man with him, so he’s like, triple safe.”

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, and I made him take Antastasia with him—she’s the best flier.”

“See?” he said with a grin. “He’s got a whole team to take care of him.”

She sighed. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Figuring a distraction was in order, Peter changed the subject to Cassie’s new soccer team. She chatted with him—a bit less animatedly than usual—and managed a few bites before claiming she was full and heading back to the living room to curl up on the sofa with the blanket.

Peter sat down on the other end of the sofa. “Wanna watch something?” he offered. “Moana is on Netflix now.”

She shrugged tiredly. “‘Kay.”

As the movie played, Peter couldn’t help but notice how quiet Cassie seemed, but he figured it was just related to the mission. Scott had been gone nearly ten hours by that point, and depending on how the stakeout went, it could easily be another ten before he returned.

They’d made it about half-way through the movie when Cassie broke the silence. “Peter?” she asked, her voice a bit strained.

“Yeah?” He glanced over and immediately grew concerned when he saw the obvious discomfort in her expression. ”You okay?”

Cassie’s face had drained of color. She shook her head slightly. “My tummy doesn’t feel good.”

“Oh.” He paused the movie, focusing his full attention on Cassie as she swallowed hard. “Um… how? Like, you’re gonna be sick?”

She nodded, pushing herself up to sitting.

“Okay, uh”—Peter’s eyes darted around the room nervously—“let’s go to the bathroom then.” He untangled the blanket from her and quickly helped her up from the sofa and down the hall. She was trembling as he guided her down to kneel in front of the toilet.

“I don’t wanna throw up...” Cassie moaned, staring into the water.

Peter rubbed her back gently. “I know, I’m sorry, but you’ll feel better once it’s over,” he promised.

They sat like that for a few minutes, Cassie whimpering quietly between shallow breaths and Peter doing his best to comfort her before she suddenly leaned forward and started gagging into the bowl.

Peter winced in sympathy as she coughed up the few bites she’d managed of dinner, followed by her lunch. “Aw, Cassie…” he said softly. Strands of her long hair were hanging dangerously close to her mouth, so he gathered them together and held them up away from her face.

Tiny sobs were coming out in between Cassie’s retches and her whole body was trembling. Peter’s heart clenched; he’d never actually had to deal with a sick kid before.

When it seemed like she was done, Peter got to his feet and wet a washcloth with warm water at the sink. He crouched back down and carefully wiped the tears and vomit from her face, feeling totally out of his depth.

“I can try calling your dad,” he offered. “I don’t know if he’ll be able to pick up right away, but...”

To his surprise, fresh tears welled up in Cassie’s eyes at his words. She rubbed them away with the back of her hand, shaking her head. “No, don’t,” she begged, her voice coming out broken. “He was really excited to go on a real mission. I don’t want him to come home early just because I got sick.”

Looking into Cassie’s pleading eyes, Peter hesitated. He wished he’d gotten a bit more clarification on the definition of an ‘emergency’ before Scott had left—did a puking kid count, or was something only an emergency if it reached emergency room level? Maybe this was just a part of babysitting he’d been lucky enough to avoid up until now.

Peter let out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair as he debated what to do.

Finally, he pulled out his phone and pressed the first contact on his favorites list.

X

Half an hour later, Peter heard the sound of the apartment’s front door unlocking. Being mindful of the sleeping girl curled up beside him on the sofa, he carefully pushed himself up and crept towards the door.

May was standing there in the entryway, hanging her keys on the hook. “Hey,” she greeted quietly. She slipped off her coat, revealing the pink hospital scrubs underneath. “How’s she doing?”

Peter shrugged. “She’s not throwing up anymore at least. I think she has a fever but I couldn’t find the thermometer so I couldn’t check.” Sheepishly, he rubbed at the back of his neck. “I’m sorry to make you leave work early, I just didn’t know what to do…”

“No, sweetie, I’m glad you called,” May assured. She stepped forward to pull him into a warm hug; Peter hadn’t realized how tense he was until the feeling melted away in her embrace. “Plus, it’s been a while since I got to use the ‘I have a sick kid at home’ excuse,” she added.

As Peter released her, he huffed out a quick laugh. “Yeah, well, Mr. Stark made me promise to start telling adults when there are problems. It was my New Years resolution.”

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest in mock offense. “Oh, so Mr. Stark tells you what I’ve been telling you for years, and suddenly you listen?”

Peter grinned. “Better late than never, right?”

Rolling her eyes good-naturedly, May headed to her room to change out of her uniform as Peter slipped back into the living room to resume his vigil by the sleeping girl. Cassie was dressed in her pajamas now and a small trash can was resting beside the sofa. Every so often she would let out a tiny moan.

May returned a few minutes later dressed in yoga pants and a long-sleeve t-shirt, hair pulled up in a bun. She was carrying the very same digital thermometer Peter hadn’t been able to locate.

“Oh.” He frowned at the device. “Where was it?”

“In the bathroom. Same drawer it’s always in,” she said with a look of amusement. She held it out to him. “Here, you wanna give it a try?”

Peter took the thermometer and carefully inserted it into Cassie’s ear. She stirred a bit, but didn’t wake. When it beeped, he pulled it out and flipped the device around to read the screen. “It says 100.8,” he reported. “That’s a fever, right?”

May hummed affirmatively. “Not a very high one, but yes. We’ll keep an eye on it. And you said she’s only thrown up once?”

“Yeah, so far,” Peter confirmed. “She just seems really tired, and before she fell asleep she was starting to get a cough and saying she kind of aches all over.”

“Sounds like the flu,” May said sympathetically. “Just have to watch her temperature and make sure she’s drinking lots of fluids. Have you texted Scott yet?”

Peter shook his head. “No, I didn’t wanna worry him since I wasn’t sure if he could come back or not.”

“I would say text him anyway,” she advised. “Parents usually like to know these things, even if they make them worry. That’s kinda part of the job.”

While Peter typed out the message, she smoothed Cassie’s hair back away from her sweaty face. The little girl stirred again at the touch and this time blinked up at them, looking momentarily disoriented.

“Hey, honey,” May said softly. “How are you feeling?”

Shrugging slightly, Cassie pulled the blanket tighter around herself, coughing a few times.

“That good, huh?” May hummed. As Cassie shifted to sitting, May got up from the floor and slid in between her and the armrest. Turning to Peter, she said, “If you need a break, I can take over for a while.”

With a half-smile, Peter sat down on Cassie’s opposite side. “Nah, that’s okay. We were almost to my favorite part in the movie—that song with the bedazzled crab.”

“His name is Tamatoa,” Cassie corrected in a murmur. “Fake fan.”

“I’m gonna call him Mr. Shiny,” Peter announced with a grin. He grabbed the remote to unpause the movie.

They made it another thirty minutes before Cassie suddenly sat up and started gagging into the trash can.

This time, May held Cassie’s hair and rubbed her back as she heaved. Peter sat there, feeling awkward and unsure of what to do. May seemed to sense his unease.

“Hey Peter?” she said, glancing over at him while Cassie continued to vomit. “Can you go see if we have any Gatorade in the pantry? And can you get a wet washcloth and some hair ties from the bathroom?”

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed gratefully and hopped up from the sofa.

When he returned with the requested items, he found the two sitting back on the sofa, his aunt gently stroking Cassie’s hair. Cassie looked even more drained than before, and she barely reacted as May took the cloth from him and wiped her face.

“Cassie? You okay?” Peter asked in concern, but she only made a small noise in her throat and blinked back at him blankly.

“Too hot,” she mumbled.

“I just took her temp again. Fever’s up to 102 now,” May informed, still combing through Cassie’s hair with her fingers.

Peter put a straw in the Gatorade bottle and held it to Cassie’s lips so she could take a sip. “Is that bad?” he asked worriedly.

“Not necessarily,” she replied. “Fevers fluctuate—it’s just the body’s way of fighting infection. If it goes any higher, we’ll give her some Tylenol.”

Peter relaxed a bit; he’d never been more grateful to have a nurse for an aunt. Once Cassie had gotten her drink, she lay back down with her head on May’s lap, blanket abandoned, and they resumed the movie. But Peter was distracted, watching as May idly sectioned the girl’s hair into parts and began to braid it. Cassie slipped back to sleep, seeming finally content.

“How do you do that?” he asked after a bit.

She glanced at him. “Do what? French braid?”

“Yeah,” he said, but that was only part of his question. He was really asking about her whole presence—how did she manage to radiate comfort to the point that a sick child who only vaguely knew her just curled up on her lap and slept, looking calmer than she had in hours?

“Practice,” was her reply, which he supposed covered both questions. May nodded down at the braid. “Here, hold this piece.”

Peter took the section of hair from her and she showed him how to weave it with the other parts, pulling more strands in as they went. The finished braids were loose and uneven, pieces falling out the sides, but May assured him it was alright for a first attempt.

“You know,” she said casually, “if you ever take a night off from patrolling, we can order some take-out and I’ll teach you how to do a fishtail too. You can expand your repertoire.”

He smiled a bit. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

X

It was past midnight by the time Tony and Scott made it back to the apartment. Cassie was stretched out on the sofa’s pull-out bed now, cuddled up under blankets while Peter dozed in the adjacent armchair. Both kids woke as May opened the front door and led the two men into the living room.  

Tony stopped just inside the room’s threshold, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and muttering something about kids being germ factories when May offered him a seat. Meanwhile, Scott headed straight over to sit on the edge of the mattress.

“Hey Peanut,” he greeted quietly, cupping Cassie’s forehead in his palm. “How’re you doing?”

“’M ‘kay,” she mumbled. “How was the mission?”

He gave a short laugh. “Kinda boring, honestly. The stakeout ended up being the most exciting part—once we actually stormed in, the bad guys surrendered on the spot.”

(Peter was pretty sure there was more to it than that, judging from the slight limp Tony had displayed walking in and the way his left arm was currently braced against his ribcage—the real reason he assumed the man didn’t want to leave the support of the wall—along with the bruises just visible beneath the rim of Scott’s t-shirt. But the teenager kept his thoughts to himself.)

“Oh,” Cassie said through a yawn. It morphed into a few coughs at the end. “That’s lame.”

Scott smiled and smoothed her hair. “Thank you so much for looking after her, both of you,” he said sincerely, glancing back to each May and Peter in turn. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it back sooner.”

“It’s fine,” Peter assured. “We had fun for the most part.”

“Yeah, we did,” Cassie said sleepily. “He even let me fire his taser webs.”

“Peter! ” Tony and May both snapped while Scott gave him a confused look.

“She’s got a fever—she’s delirious,” Peter said quickly. “Doesn’t even know what she’s saying. Right, Cassie?” He gave the girl a pointed look.

“Who’s Cassie?” she asked innocently.

Before the adults could say anything else, she broke into an unexpectedly violent coughing fit, diverting Scott and May’s attention as they helped her sit up on the bed and rubbed her back. Still hacking, the ten-year-old shot him a wink.

Tony, having seen the whole exchange from his position in the doorway, just rolled his eyes. “Great, he’s got a sidekick now...” he muttered.

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Triggered - Seo Changbin

When the one person you trusted to not break your heart does just that... how do you recover? Broken one too many times before can you forgive him?

To say you were insecure was an understatement, your whole life you were made to feel less than everyone else, worthless, ugly and a waste of time. That was until you met Seo Changbin rapper for famous idol group Stray Kids, exactly 2 years ago today. He made your life worth something, he made you feel loved, wanted, needed he made you feel beautiful. So you wanted to make him feel special and surprise him with lunch, before your very exciting anniversary night but shit backfires!

Y/N’s P.O.V

He is everything that’s good and I felt so bad about having to rush to my best friend Jack’s house early morning, but it was only cause he is helping me to organise Binnie’s surprise for tonight! Dinner at his favourite restaurant, 2 tickets to a Chase Atlantic concert being performed in a bar (since he said he wanted to see my favourite band live with me), then back to my place for a long night of appreciation and sentimental words, oh and loving.

Walking into the JYPE building even after all this time still made me nervous, I’d brought enough for the 10 of us to eat but probably would end up making sure Changbin ate enough for the both of us. I make my way to the dance studio where they undoubtedly are overworking to perfect their lastest comeback, but to my surprise I hear them talking.

“I just can’t handle Y/N today man, the stress and exhaustion may be getting to me but god I can’t deal with her insecurities. Every night she’s crying over something new, worrying I’ll leave her, skipping meals. Every single time I come home she’s panicked and I can’t deal with her insomnia one more sleepless night I’m gonna lose my shit.” I hear Changbin ramble on, standing at the door awe struck and frozen with fear. I hear footsteps...

“That’s not nice Changbin!” Jeongin defends me, bless him he’s always been so kind to me.

“Yeah maybe you’re being a little bit harsh, she’s had it rough and on today of all days you shouldn’t be bagging out the girl you’re dating.” Chan agrees knowing full well what today was while Changbin seemed lost.

“Today of all days? What do you mean?” Tears start rolling down my cheeks as the foot steps getting closer before you could process the door swings open revealing a very shocked looking Jeongin and scared looking Chan.

“Don’t.” I choke out handing Chan the food and with blurry vision and my head up high looking Changbin dead in the eyes. “I know where I stand, happy anniversary btw asshole. Enjoy it on your own!” Sarcasm lacing my voice as I spin on my heels ignoring the pleads of the boy who was and is my world.

Changbin’s P.O.V

I go to chase after her, I was dumb, I didn’t mean any of it. I said it myself I’m just tired and stressed, one things for sure, I need her.

“Changbin, Jyp is on his way and you know that, you can’t leave now.” Woojin scolds.

“Hyung, I cant just let her leave, not like this, not today, not anyday. I need her I was just being a dick, you all know that.” I say pointing to the members.

“I’m sorry but right now Woojin is right, she’s already gone, your damage has been dealt.” Minho backs Woojin up looking at the boy sorrow filling his eyes, Minho of all people knew the extent to which Changbin needed Y/N.

“Did you really forget what today was Bin?” Felix asks, his voice a whisper as he stood beside the boy.

“Yes.” He breaks “I fucking forgot.” He colaspes to the ground in his own sorrow he doesn’t hear his boss entering the studio.

“Changbin, what’s wrong?” The man dressed in casual attire sounds genuinely concerned.

“I-I -I’m just a bit cranky today sir, I’m sorry.” He stands up momentarily regaining his composure.

“Well you boys have tonight off, but I wanted 3 racha to go to a show tonight. The group is an Aussie group, I figured you’d like that Chan...” he chuckles to himself “the point is to widen your musical exposure and hopefully give you some ideas for beats, composition and you’ll have a chance to talk to them afterwards. In return they’ll come to your show later this month, their manager wanted them to have some free time and they wanted to check you boys out after hearing that you’ll be watching them.” They all nod Changbin regretting so afterwards.

“The show starts at 8pm, goes for about 2 hours and you’ll meet them afterwards. Changbin I know it’s your anniversary but is there anyways you could call Y/N, I’ll pay for your make up date, I know how inconvenient this must be and I’m so sorry.” He smiles genuinely patting the boy’s back and walking out.

“Fuck as if it couldn’t get any worse.” He grunts turning to Chan who’s still holding the bag.

“She brought this for us.” Chan says followed by “She’d want us to eat it regardless.” A bittersweet smile on my face as I realise exactly the magnitude to which I have just fucked up.

Y/N’S P.O.V

“Yo mitty, so I’m coming to your show tonight, was wondering if you and the boys wanted to get drinks after. Like old times back home!” I ask excitement filling my broken voice, my voice hoarse from an hour of sobbing until I decided I’d just go to my friends concert and let lose. Have a good time like we used to!

“You know I’m always down for that, but we gotta meet with some idols or something after who are coming, you’re more than welcome to join back stage. We can race fireball like old times?” The boy chuckles over the line.

“Alright Cave, you’re on!” I smile proudly knowing I’ll kick his ass just like old times!

“Alright cutie you’re on.” With that he hangs up the line, cutie was what he used to call me in highschool. Some junior tried to hit on me during our last year and he swooped into rescue me, I miss those times. No broken heart, no betrayal, just a bunch of idiot friends having a good laugh and writing some songs.

I get dressed while calling Casper to update him on the situation. I take my lacey black bra and pair it with some black ripped skinny jeans and a pair of combat boots and leather jacket to top off the bad ass bitch vibe for tonight. Put my piercings in, necklaces on, straighten my hair and do some light make up and boom ready to have an awesome time. Despite the ever growing pit of grief in my stomach, was I really that needy? Desperate? Clingy? That I managed to make Changbin the man who would always call me the love of his life, hate me.

Changbin’s P.O.V

3RACHA pulling up looking hot as fuck. Chan dressed in his mixtape 4 outfit (cause that’s a fat OOF 🤤), Han Jisung wearing his outfit from the boxer street video (p.s author loves her baby UWU he’s so handsome.) and Changbin wearing his outfit from SBS Inkigayo ep 997 (because Oml What an absolute king of I am not a goth but black is such my colour and I own this shit). Okay visual cue out!

“What the fuck is up Seoul? We’re Chase Atlantic thanks for coming out tonight.” The crowd screams “it’s super amazing to be here tonight and we hope you all have a dope time, our first song tonight is Triggered. I wanna hear you get loud.” A man with long dirty blonde / brown hair hypes the crowd up and they begin. The music itself wasn’t bad but most of the lyrics went in one ear out the other, lots about drugs but then again I only picked up half the songs contents but after all we were only there to listen to their use of sources, beats and their instruments so if it works, it works.

Next was a song called Swin, Cassie, Into It, 23, Lust, Friends, Uncomfortable, Drugs & Money, Right Here, What U Call That, Ozone, Devilish, The Walls, Okay and then they talked for a little. I scan through the crowd from our seats which were front section of second level as I was not really understanding what they were talking about until I see her, there she was, Y/N here, or at least I think it’s her I can only see her back but she’s got the jacket I gave her on. It had a SPEAR.B patch on the back, one she had designed for me when we were only known as 3RACHA. Surely it’s her the hair colour and jacket, surely that’s MY Y/N.

“Oi Chan?” I turn to the blonde haired Aussie to my left “is that Y/N?” I question pointing to where the girl is.

“Looks like it, that’s her jacket after all and this is her favourite band.” He looks slightly annoyed I hadn’t put two and two together, Aussie band, Chase Atlantic. Y/N always talked about how one day we’d go to their concert and we’d be the hottest couple because she had me. I told her I wanted to go see the things she loves. Jesus today keeps getting worse. Time ticks on and I can’t help but watch her, the girl I love, dancing with some other guy, laughing, singing, being happy. When I left her broken-hearted.

“This is our last few songs, these are You Too, Meddle About and Like A Rockstar! Enjoy Seoul you’ve been fucking awesome.”

I watch by as she gets crazy, let’s go and enjoys herself. Was she really unphased? No, I could tell, I know her better than anyone.

The boys wrap up the show and I watch as the lead singer leaves before we head back stage. My eyes searching for her, but she’s no where to be seem.

Y/N’s P.O.V

“MITTY” I scream as I hurl myself at my oldest friend who’s laying in the green room couch. “CUTIE!” He screams back tickling me “how the fuck have you been man?” I ask as we spend time catching up we hear a knock. “Yeah come in” Mitchael screams “bro my fucking ears, Jesus” I complain getting off of him and going towards Clinton as he’s where the drinks are. “Clint? Gimme something strong yeah?” I plead “Jesus rough day?” He chuckles “you have no idea man. No I fucking dear” I sigh turning around and regretting it instantly.

There he stood, Seo Changbin looking as good as ever. Without much thought I down the entire drink and head back to sit with Mitchel, Chan breaks the momentary awkward silence “hello it’s nice to meet you, we are 3RACHA.” Chan extends his hand to Mitchel but instead he bro hugs him, “how’d you enjoy the show man?” Clinton asks Changbin as they bro hug “uh... it was really good, I-I really like the uh compositions of your music-c.” I smile slightly to myself he’s doing so well my precious boy, Y/N SNAP. OUT. OF. IT. “That’s so nice, thanks bro.”

The night or the next hour and 30 minutes at least consisted of everyone sitting on the couches sharing advice, ideas, stories and me on my phone. “You know this little chick right here is pretty good with a beat, we used to have jam sessions and she always started our old songs.” Mitchel looks down at me as I occupy the space next to him, “she even sends us samples and lyrics still to this day, cutie over here got mad skills.” My eyes go wide knowing full well Changbin just heard and understood everything that was said, I hum from behind my phone screen too scared to look up in fear I’d meet his eyes. Those same eyes I can feel burning a hole into my forehead right now, “how about we watch some of your videos, I know we get to see you live soon but aye give us a sneak peak!” Clinton changes the topic, my life saver. Chan pulls out his phone and everyone huddled around where he was sitting I stand at the back close to Changbin just too rest the waters, knowing he was both sad and jealous I didn’t want to escalate things. He notices my position and while everyone is focused on the phone snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me closer into his side “baby, you know I love you. I was a dick I am so sorry. I need you to stay with me. Please love.” He whispers in my ear sending shivers down my spine as he peppers soft, sweet kisses along my neck, “we will talk about this later” I muster up all the courage I can to detach myself from his side and go back to sitting on the couch scrolling through my phone. “Y/N, you good?” Clinton asks knowing I’ve had a few drinks “yeah boys, all g” I smile.

“Talk about sick beats man, those are dope. So you make all your own shit. Composing, mixing, lyrics. The whole lot yeah?” Changbin nods “yeah the whole lot.” He smiles confidently, fuck he’s making this hard.

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[hekate1308]

I Know Not If There Is A Reason

Continuation of this, but can be read alone. Basically, my destiel version of the Addams family. 

Castiel hates feeding on humans.

His siblings love it, enjoy using their powers to snare humans, laugh at their helplessly infatuated faces as they drink from their emotions for all they’re worth.

So what? They’ll say when Castiel tries to explain, the humans aren’t harmed by what we do, and we won’t starve.

But still, Castiel is left with a feeling of emptiness every time he snares a human into his trap because he has to. He’s all too aware that he can only inspire fake emotions. Not even his family likes him all that much, so why should someone else?

He knows he’s a weird siren. He shouldn’t even care about the humans he feeds on, or the feelings he inspires in them just to eat. But he can’t help it.

His reluctance to indulge in his family’s favourite pastime means that he’s a bit on the thin side, and probably always will be. They tease him about it. He can’t bring himself to be annoyed by it, not annoyed enough to enjoy himself when another man’s eyes light up with a love he’ll never truly inspire, anyway.

That all changes when he meets Dean Winchester.      

Castiel learned how to control his powers as a child, like every siren has to. No matter how hungry one happens to be, it’s not practical to attract anyone one comes in contact with.

Of course there are the times when his powers simply activate themselves. Castiel hates it when that happens, especially because it usually means that someone he’s attracted to gets ensnared by his eyes and doesn’t really return his interest.

As just happened with the very handsome mechanic who uttered a marriage proposal not five seconds ago.

Castiel clamps down on his powers, already fearing the awkward talk that’s sure to follow.

The man blinks. “Woah. You’re a siren, right? Sorry, man. Didn’t mean to propose.”

“It’s quite alright” Castiel says, painfully aware that this beautiful man would never even look at him twice if it weren’t for his powers.

He smiles at him. “So, what’s wrong with your car?”

Normally people aren’t that nice after he’s used his powers on them, and it makes everything worse. Castiel shuffles his feet.

“I have no idea. It just... the motor won’t start again. I’m sorry, I know nothing about cars.”

“Good it’s my job to fix them, then” the mechanic – the tag on his jumpsuit reads Winchester – says simply.

Castiel nods, unsure what he’s supposed to say.

“I’m Dean, by the way” he says, holding out his hand, and Castiel reminds himself that he has to shake it.

“Castiel.”

“An angel name for a siren?”

“You know it?” he asks, surprised.

Dean shrugs. “My brother was into all that mythology stuff before he left home”. He sounds bitter, and Castiel decides he’s not made for that, he should be laughing, smiling, happy all the time, so that his eyes light up –

Dean leans forward and Castiel realizes his mistake, stepping back.

“I’m so – I didn’t mean for it to happen again, I can’t apologize enough – “

“Please, you can’t help it. I’ve read a bit about sirens in my time, when I was...” he trails off.

Castiel wonders if it’s about the brother who likes mythology. He knows all about complicated feelings toward family members.

“Still, I’m sorry. My powers tend to run wild when I find someone attr-“ He stops talking abruptly, mortified that he admitted it.

But Dean’s smile simply turns into a grin. “So I’m not the only one around here who thinks he’s lucky to be with a real hottie right now, huh.”

Cas swallows. He thinks this counts as flirtation, but isn’t sure; he so rarely indulges in behaviour of this kind, since he can never tell if someone genuinely likes him or has just been ensnared by him.

“No?”

Dean chuckles. “Say, what if I explain to you what’s going on with your car over dinner?”

Castiel knows he shouldn’t. There’s every reason to think his powers will run rampant if he spends too much time with Dean, making him believe that he likes Castiel when he really doesn’t.

But it’s been so long since someone who wasn’t under his spell showed any interest in him, and he’s weak.

He gives in.

That evening he’s trying to put together an outfit when Gabriel comes to see him. “Cassie! What, or should I say who, are you dressing up for?”

“Someone asked me out” he replies simply, hoping it will be enough. Of course it isn’t.

“Another siren?”

“No, a human.”

“Oh my, do you finally want to have a real dinner again?”

“No, Gabriel, he wasn’t ensnared. He just... wants to spend time with me.”

Gabriel stares at him. “Then what’s the point? He can’t have any feelings for you yet – “

“Exactly.”

His brother shakes his head. “You’re crazy, bro. Do you really think a human would be genuinely interested in a monster? And even if he seems into you, how will you make sure it’s not just your powers?”

Cas doesn’t answer because he doesn’t know either.

But that evening, laughing with Dean over a few excellent burgers, he can’t help but relax and “enjoy the ride” as Gabriel would put it.

Maybe a bit too much, he realizes belatedly when Dean stares at him in awe after he makes a joke and he suddenly feels fuller than he has in months.

He stands up hastily, reigning in his powers. “Dean, I can’t begin to tell you – “

“Hey” he says, taking his hand and pulling him back down on his seat, “I already said you don’t have to apologize. Yeah, you just almost whammied me into proposing to you again, but we can work around that, don’t we? Because I actually like you a lot, and I’d like to see where this is going.”

He hasn’t let go of Castiel’s hand.

Castiel can only nod.

Slowly, through trial and error, they figure things out. They learn that Castiel, who soon becomes Cas to Dean, can actually exercise a lot of control over his siren magic if he pays attention to it. They learn that he tends to forget about it in the early morning though, which is why he often wakes up with Dean cuddling him and refusing to let go. They learn that the better they get to know one another, the less hold his powers have over his boyfriend.

And Cas? He learns that it’s incredibly easy to fall for Dean Winchester.

At first, the realization scares him. Dean could have anyone, so why should he put up with someone who doesn’t even need solid food to survive?

Then comes the day when he realizes he’s not felt hungry for a week. It confuses him terribly, makes him wonder if he’s broken some sort of unwritten law and is going to starve to death for falling in love with a human, until his aunt Naomi points out his looks during family “dinner” (they call it that because they’re eating human food, but it’s just an excuse to get together on a regular basis).

“You look well, Castiel. You’ve finally put some meat on those bones.”

And he realizes that his belt is indeed painfully digging into his stomach.

“That’s his boyfriend’s doing” Gabriel says casually, “Guess he keeps him dosed up after all.”

“I don’t use my powers on Dean.” Come to think of it, even when he’s slipped Dean has barely responded in the last few weeks.

“Boyfriend?” Michael asks. “You’re dating a human?”

“Yes.”

“Castiel, what are you thinking? Our family reputation – “

Maybe if he hadn’t spent the last few months with someone who actually treats him well he would listen, but now he doesn’t care what Michael thinks.

He leaves and goes to see Dean.

“Hey Cas, didn’t expect you tonight” he says, kissing him. “Thought you had that family thing...”

“I did, but then my brother decided to be upset because I am dating a human.”

“What a... species-ist. Is there even a word for that?”

As always, Dean makes him feel better.

But still – why can’t his family be happy that he’s found love?

His boyfriend draws him into his arms when he realizes he’s still upset. “Hey” he says gently, “Remember Sam, my brother? He went away to college. We had a fight and haven’t spoken since. I get it, believe me.”

And as he rubs Cas’ back, the siren realizes why he’s not feeling hunger anymore. He’s being fed, but not by the false feelings his kind usually inspires in men.

Dean loves him.

He quickly moves to assure him the feeling’s mutual, much to Dean’s surprise.

Things progress rather quickly after that night. It’s easy to cut ties with the parts of the family who think he’s disgracing them, now that he has Dean to come home to every night.

Although Dean’s human neighbours seem to disagree. After he’s been spat on by the unpleasant old man from next door, his boyfriend has had enough.

“Hey, Cas” he asks casually the next morning at breakfast, “How about we get a house at the edge of town?”

“You’d live among monsters for me?”

Dean shrugs. “Most people aren’t nearly as pleasant as you happen to be. So, what do you say?”

Even after they move into the little house they fell in love with at first sight however, Cas can’t help but feel that it was unfair to force Dean out of his apartment.

Until they encounter Charlie and Gilda, a human and her fairy girlfriend, who live just down the street and come to welcome them to the neighbourhood.

“Hi, I’m – good God, can you turn it down? I thought I was turning straight for a second!”

Right. These days, he doesn’t think much about his powers, since Dean seems to have grown utterly immune to them. “My apologies.”

She grins. “It’s no problem. I’m Charlie, this is Gilda. Where’s your better half?”

“In here” Dean calls out from the kitchen, “Step in, we’re having burgers.”

And his boyfriend doesn’t even bat an eye when Gilda makes the basil on their window sill grow three inches after she tastes the burger.

Their introduction to Crowley is somewhat more adventurous.

There are frogs raining down on both theirs and their next-door-neighbours house, and Dean is in the process of shrugging and saying “We’ll have to wait it out, I guess” when someone falls off their own roof with a loud thump.

As they run out, a demon with red eyes gets up from the ground. “Sorry about that, boys. Your house was a bit closer to the heart of the spell; even my mother’s aim is off sometimes.”

And indeed the frogs stop coming down.

He holds out his hand. “Name’s Crowley.”

He soon becomes one of their closest friends, even if his mother’s a witch. True, he’s a bit full of himself and sometimes they hear goat screams coming from his house when he’s completing a ritual, but all in all, he’s a good neighbour.

Benny and Andrea move into the neighbourhood two years after Dean and Cas. It’s part of getting Andrea used to the supernatural before her husband changes her.

It makes Cas think of rings and forever, but before he can decide how to approach the subject, Dean takes him out for date night.

He brings him to a little clearing in the woods. Despite it being November, it’s pleasantly warm and there are flowers blooming. Gilda’s work, no doubt.

There’s a picnic basket there too, crammed with Cas’ favourite foods – he can still taste it, he just doesn’t need it, not with Dean’s love being so filling.

“Benny’s gumbo?” he asks when he recognizes the dish. Dean nods.

“They kinda... all helped.”

Cas kisses him. They are on their best way to forget all about dinner when Dean draws back, laughing.

“Wait a second, there’s something I have to ask you...”

He kneels down in front of him. “Cas, will you marry me?”

The ring is made out of silver and shimmers in the evening light. Cas can’t speak. He nods.

As soon as Dean puts the ring on his finger, a scroll appears next to them.

“Congrats Squirrel and Feathers. Next time the drinks are on me. XX Crowley”

Written in blood, of course.

“He helped me melt the angel blade down” Dean explains. “Only the best for my sunshine.”

Cas laughs and kisses his fiancé, his eyes no doubt shining with the snare power he’ll never need again for as long as they live.

#my writings #destiel #siren!cas #mechanic!dean

[exceedingabnormality]

I am Fat and I am Worthy

I’m Fat. I happen to use this word as a self-descriptor, and I don't say it to put myself down, and I certainly don't say it in hopes that someone will say, 'Oh no, you're not fat!' Because that's the thing, nobody says to a tall person, 'Oh, you're not tall!' And, nobody says that because 'tall' is not a dirty word.

I was hosting a party at my home a few months ago, when a girl stood in front of me, that I had known for 10+ years, squeeze her stomach and say “God.. I am so fat” before bringing the dark bottle of beer back up to her lips. In my drunken-stupidness, I put down my drink and yelled “I’m the fattest bitch you know!” And stood with my hands on my hips. Her, and a few of her friends stopped and went “Oh no Honey! No no You’re so beautiful you’re not fat!” I laughed and shook my head and said “Exactly. I’m both” and walked away. This speaks wonders of where I am in my life. It speaks wonders about my self love journey and my hopes of where others could be.

My journey of self-love, is long and tiring and just like any other journey, you have setbacks and you have days where It’s not great, but it is possible.

You can’t have a self-love journey, without a self-hate journey as well. I don’t remember the first time I cried because someone at school called me fat, but I do have a memory of a boy in my fifth grade class, hitting me with his crutches, spitting on me down the aisle way on the bus mooing at me and telling me to, “Move, you fat cow.” I cried that day for a long time ( Thank you Austin Backas). I remember making a wish to be skinny on my birthday candles every year from age 11-16.

At 14-years-old, I started down the path of starvation and self-hate that manifested itself into my physical world, rather than just in my head and my heart . This went on for three years. There was a period of time, when I was 16 when I would starve myself, and then run until I couldn’t anymore. This was my way of forgetting my hunger. My size at age 16 was becoming a death sentence. With the mindset, I was living my life in, my doctor told me at my first appointment that I went to alone (16- years-old) that I was going to kill myself if I kept exercising the way I was without nutrition. At the time, this sounded like the perfect thing. To die trying to be beautiful. Now? I'm so glad I stopped. I'm so glad I'm here. I’m so glad I get to see the world as it is today

I wore a shaper for probably three years straight, every day. Whether I was wearing a nice dress or a t shirt, I wore a shaper that physically altered my body forever. I told myself I would look smaller if I wore it, and didn’t understand how much I was hurting myself. I started doing things I wouldn’t normally do.  I hid this from people close to me.

Most people didn’t notice the drastic drop in weight, they didn’t notice that I was finding every excuse in the book not to eat, and to avoid shopping. I avoided photos and events that would include me having to eat, or exercise around others because I knew I would overdo it. I used to get up early before my dad and go for runs, I would run and run in the cold air and I loved it, but I would do it to the point that I would vomit. I wouldn’t stop until then. It wasn't until the summer after my junior year that a friend noticed when we were at the beach and I was running up and down, we sat down in the sand and he turned to me and said “You’re dropping weight like crazy.” And I got a giant grin and said “30 pounds in 5 weeks!” His face fell, he noticed that I thought he was complimenting me. “That’s dangerous.” He said before shaking his head. This was the first time I was ever confronted about my self hate by a friend.

I dated a boy my senior year of high school, who was the first and last significant other who bruised my skin. When trying to end things, he grabbed me in the hallway and said “No one will ever care for you like I do” And I turned with a fist up and chuckled and said “That’s the point.” before I ripped my arm out of his grip. The purple bruise on my shoulder for weeks sparked a fire in me. It sparked an idea that I was worth more. He was popular, He told me how pretty I was when I did my makeup, and dressed up for him, and how nice I looked when I “tried”.  I came across a quote from Milk and Honey that reminds me of this time in my life (looking back on it 4 years later) "When you are broken and he has left you do not question whether you were enough the problem was you were so enough he was not able to carry it" and thank god he wasn’t able to carry it because She is.

At age 17, my girlfriend (still my better half to this day) noticed my shaper. She started to push and poke at the idea of me not wearing it. I shrugged it off and avoided the topic until my freshman year of college. I stopped wearing it. The last time I wore it casually, was my first day of freshman year. I occasionally wear my shaper now, when I’m going to a fancy dinner because sometimes It helps me feel good in a nice outfit, otherwise? I don’t wear it.

I’ll tell you what I do wear though, that helps me feel good: Crop tops, tight jeans, bralette, see through tops, cute underwear, bikinis, high heels, bright lipstick, body suits and many many other things. These are things that society has deemed to be appropriate for skinny women to wear, and what I say to that? Screw it. I love crop tops, and if ellensburg wasn’t so cold, I’d probably wear one every day.

At work, my manager came over to me and said “Maddie, your jeans are too tight” I looked down at my skinny jeans and back up to her and chuckled before biting my tongue. She went to the back room and I looked to my coworkers before laughing. Puzzled, they asked me what's wrong, and I told them what she had said before saying “You know, I wanted to say, yes I’m fat, my jeans are always going to be tight” and we all laughed together and compared how tight your jeans all were. It was nice, for once not to be told “Oh honey, you’re not fat!” It was nice to be accepted, and have my self-love and self awareness be accepted by those around me.

Newsflash, I know I’m fat. I know that I’m not going to fit in a size medium shirt, and I know I’m not going to fit in a size 10 jeans and no I can’t fit into your sweat pants at a sleepover, I have my own in the car don’t worry and no, I probably can’t borrow that hella cute top you just wore, but that’s okay! I Love my body the way it is, and so do my friends. I know my body is good, whether I’m in sweatpants, no makeup and my hair a mess or a ball gown, my body is good. My body is good in a sweater or no clothes at all. I am worthy.

I now am surrounded by some of the most genuine people on this earth. I am surrounded by people who encourage me to be better, and push me to be the most loving person I could be (Because man, who couldn’t love them?). So this is a thank you, to those people who push me every single day to love more, and smile more, and stand out more.

Thank you Cassie, Kyla, Moira, Emerson, Dennis, Tina, Tami, Don, Daniel, Ashlynn, Alex, Joshua, Annabelle, Rosa, Alex, Hailey, Holly, Haleigh, Sebastian, Maryssa, Aidan, Cecile, Kash, Madi, Melody, Cansen, Kevin, Clayton, Anna, Susannah, Jason, Karina, Makennah, Devyn, Sarah. And so many many more people in my beautiful life. You make life truly extraordinary, and I’m so glad for all of you.

I dream of a world, that me being loving of my body, and being positive about my “taboo” body is a thing of the past and that we will one day view everyone as worthy and good, but until then? I’ll just keep making sure that my world, is full of people who do exactly that.

[cvmiilas-blog]

      (( && GOGREEKSHQ TASK; MILA’S FACT SHEET ;; ))

@gogreekpoints

( &&. general information )

Full name: CAMILA ELISE TAYLOR

Pronunciation: CAM-EE-LA UH-LEASE TAY-LUR

Nickname(s) or alias: CAM, CAMI, MILA

Preferred name: MILA

Current age: TWENTY-ONE

Astrological sign: SAGITTARIUS

Element: FIRE

Title: MISS

Label: THE EPICURE

Gender: CISFEMALE

Preferred pronouns: SHE/HER

Sexual preference: PANSEXUAL, PREFERENCE TO GIRLS

Romantic preference: PANROMANTIC, NO PREFERENCE

Resides in: PRINCETON, NEW JERSEY

Current occupation: COLLEGE STUDENT

Language(s) spoken: ENGLISH ( FLUENT ), FRENCH ( BASICS )

Native language:  ENGLISH

Current marital status: SINGLE

( &&. background )

Reason behind name: HER PARENTS JUST LIKED IT ? THEY HAD NO RL REASON

Birth order: FIRST, OLDEST CHILD OF THREE

Ethnicity: CAUCASIAN

Nationality: AMERICAN

Species: HUMAN

A/B/O: AB+

Religion: NOT RELIGIOUS

Financial status: WEALTHY

IQ: 135

Hometown: NEW YORK, NEW YORK, USA

( &&. physical appearance )

Looks like (or face claim, if applicable): BARBARA PALVIN

Height: 5′8″

Weight: 115 LBS

Shoe size: 6.5

Figure/build: ATHLETIC

Hair colour, Dyed?: BRUNETTE, NATURAL

Hair length: LONG, ONE INCH BELOW BRA LINE

Eye colour: BLUE

Glasses? Colour? / Contacts? Are they coloured?: NONE / NONE

Shape of face: HEART

Facial hair: NONE

Do they shave/wax? Where?: YES, LEGS/UNDERARMS

Skin tone: TAN

Tattoos: ARROW WITH HEART ( SIMILAR TO THE THIRD ARROW ON THIS PHOTO ) ON HER INNER LEFT WRIST

Piercings: EARS, RIGHT CARTILAGE

Dominant hand: RIGHT

If painted, what color are their nails/toenails?: CORAL

Usual style of clothing: CASUAL

Frequently worn jewelry: CHARM BRACELET

( &&. legal information )

Any speeding tickets?: TWO, BOTH RECEIVED SHORTLY AFTER SHE GOT HER LICENSE

Have they ever been arrested?: NO

Do they have a criminal record?: NO

Have they committed any violent crimes?: NO

Property crimes?: NO

Traffic crimes?: SPEEDING, TEXTING WHILE DRIVING

Other crimes?: NO

( &&. medical information )

Blood type: AB+

Date/time of birth: DECEMBER 3, 1995 10:52 AM

Place of birth: NEW YORK, NEW YORK, USA

Vaginal birth or cesauren section?: VAGINAL

Sex: CISFEMALE

Diet: NONE

Smoker? / Drinker? / Drug User?, Which?: SOCIALLY / SOCIALLY / NO

Allergies: BEES

Ever broken a bone?: YES, RIGHT WRIST

Hospital visits, what for?: 4 YEARS OLD, TONSILLECTOMY; 16 YEARS OLD, APPENDICITIS 

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: NONE

Any medication regularly taken: NONE

( &&. career information )

Past occupation(s): STUDENT

Current occupation: STUDENT

Do they enjoy their current occupation?: YES

Why do they do it?: TO GET A DEGREE & BECOME A FORENSIC SCIENTIST

( &&. personality )

Direct quote from them: “MY PARENTS ARE COMING FOR PARENTS WEEKEND AND MY ROOM IS A WRECK.” ( CAMERA PANS TO ROOM THAT’S SPOTLESS ) “I NEED TO CLEAN ALL NIGHT, SORRY. RAINCHECK?”

Positive traits: FRIENDLY, WELCOMING, GENUINE, & INTELLIGENT

Negative traits: INSECURE, PEOPLE-PLEASING, PERFECTIONIST, & FICKLE

Likes: BAKING, STUDYING

Dislikes: RUDE PEOPLE, DISAPPOINTING OTHERS

Strengths: LISTENING, ADVICE

Weaknesses: STANDING UP TO OTHERS

Fears/phobias: BEES, ANY INSECT TBH, HEIGHTS

Lucky number: 26

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( &&. favourites )

Food: MAC & CHEESE, MARBLE CAKE

Drink: RASPBERRY LEMONADE

Fast food restaurant: CHICK-FIL-A

Flavour: BLUE RASPBERRY

Word: FOOD

Colour: ORANGE

Clothing: GRAY SWEATER, SKINNY JEANS, BLACK BOOTIES

Accessory: CHARM BRACELET

Candle scent: VANILLA LAVENDER

Store: FOREVER 21

Instrument: PIANO

Game: CRASH BANDICOOT / SORRY!

Animal: DOG

Holiday: CHRISTMAS

Weather: SNOW

Season: WINTER

Artist: BLACKBEAR

Band/group: CHAINSMOKERS

Movie/film: BRING IT ON

TV show: GOSSIP GIRL

Sport: FOOTBALL

Sports team: GIANTS

School subject: SCIENCE

Teacher: MRS. FORTNER, GRADE 2

Possession: A FRAMED PHOTO OF HER FAMILY THAT SITS ON HER BEDSIDE

Name: JESSAMINE

Number: 26

Emoji: THE HEARTS SWIRLING AROUND EACH OTHER EMOJI IM 2 LAZY TO COPY YIKES

Mythological creature: GRIFFIN

Landmark: BROOKLYN BRIDGE

Person: HER TWIN BROTHER

( &&. skills )

Talents: SINGING

Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?: YES / NO

Can they ride a bike?: YES

Do they play any sports?: NO, USED TO CHEERLEAD IN HIGH SCHOOL

Anything they’re bad at?: SAYING NO

Do they have any combat training? Why?: NO

( &&. firsts )

Childhood memory: RIDING A BIKE WHILE HER GRANDMOTHER ARROVE HOME

Crush: JESSE MCCARTNEY

Job: N/A

Phone: NOKIA BRICK

Computer: HP

Kiss: ADAM, GRADE 3

Love: RILEY, GRADE 10

Sexual experience: ELIAS, GRADE 11

( &&. childhood )

Best childhood memory?: CHRISTMAS MORNING, AGE 7; NO PARTICULAR REASON IT JUST STICKS OUT TO HER YIKES

Worst childhood memory?: MIDDLE SCHOOL, GRADE 6; FELL DURING LUNCH AND ENDED UP WITH STAINS ALL OVER HER OUTFIT

What were they like as a child?: VERY GENTLE & SOFT-SPOKEN

Any crushes growing up?: ADAM, OBVIOUSLY

Did they know/like their parents?: MILA LOVES HER PARENTS

Worst influence on them as a kid?: THE NEIGHBOR, CASSIE

Did they have a lot of friends?: YES

Were they heavily punished?: NO NEED, MILA RARELY DID ANYTHING THAT REQUIRED PUNISHING

Were they more feminine or masculine?: FEMININE

Were they an early or late bloomer for puberty?: MILDLY EARLY, BUT BASICALLY HIT THE SAME TIME HER FRIENDS DID

Do they still know any of their childhood friends?: YES

Did they have any chores? What?: NO

Describe their childhood home: PENTHOUSE

( &&. this or that )

Expensive or inexpensive tastes?: CAN GO EITHER WAY, SHE’S QUALITY OVER QUANTITY

Hygienic or Unhygienic?: VERY HYGIENIC

Open-minded or close-minded?: OPEN-MINDED

Introvert or extrovert?: EXTROVERT

Optimistic or pessimistic?: OPTIMISTIC

Daredevil or cautious?: CAUTIOUS

Logical or emotional?: EMOTIONAL

Generous or stingy?: GENEROUS

Polite or rude?: POLITE

Book smart or street smart?: BOOK SMART

Dominant or submissive?: SUBMISSIVE

Popular or loner?: POPULAR

Leader or follower?: FOLLOWER

Day or night person?: MID-DAY THROUGH EVENING ?

Cat or dog person?: DOG

Closet door open or closed while sleeping?: CLOSED

( &&. family relationships )

Father: VINCENT JAMES TAYLOR

Describe their relationship: POSITIVE, MOSTLY; HE LIKES TO CONTROL EVERYTHING SHE DOES

Mother: ELISE CHARLOTTE TAYLOR NÉE WHITMORE

Describe their relationship: POSITIVE; SHE’S THE “GOOD COP” IN THE GOOD COP/BAD COP SCENARIO. LIKES TO GIVE MILA BACK-HANDED COMPLIMENTS

Brothers: ONE BROTHER, JT, TWIN.

Describe their relationship: THEY ARE VERY CLOSE, HE IS ALSO A STUDENT AT PRINCETON.

Sisters: ONE SISTER, ALESSIA, FIVE YEARS YOUNGER.

Describe their relationship: THEY WERE CLOSER AS KIDS BUT PROGRESSIVELY GREW APART THE OLDER THEY GOT.

Other important relatives: AUNT ELODIE, THE PERSON MILA GOES TO WHEN THINGS SEEM ALL TOPSY-TURVY AND SHE CAN’T TALK TO HER PARENTS/SIBLINGS

Significant other: N/A

Children: N/A

( &&. other relationships )

Best friend: TBA YALL

Childhood friend: CALLIE

Enemy: EMMA

Past romances: LIAM, ELIAS, TEDDY, VALERIE, EMMA, RILEY, EVAN

Pets: NONE

( &&. social media )

Do they have a Facebook? Twitter? Instagram? Vine? Snapchat? Tinder/Grindr? Tumblr? YouTube?: YES / YES / YES / USED TO / YES / NO / NO / NO

If so; Name on Facebook: CAMILA TAYLOR

Twitter handle: OHTAYMILA

Instagram user: OHTAYMILA

Vine user: N/A ANYMORE

Snapchat user: OHTAYMILA

Name on Tinder/Grindr: N/A

Tumblr URL: N/A

YouTube channel: N/A

( &&. musical tastes )

Theme song: CLOSER FT. HALSEY BY CHAINSMOKERS

Makes them happy: IDFC BY BLACKBEAR

Makes them sad: CONCRETE ANGEL BY MARTINA MCBRIDE

Makes them dance: LOCATION BY KHALID

Loves the most: SORRY NOT SORRY BY DEMI LOVATO

Describes them: ...TBA

Never gets tired of: NOBODY’S LISTENING BY LINKIN PARK

Would like to be played at their wedding: MARRY YOUR DAUGHTER BY BRIAN MCKNIGHT

Would like to play at their funeral: UNKNOWN

( &&. miscellaneous )

Do they have a fake I.D.?: NOT NECESSARY

Are they a virgin?: NO

Describe their signature: A MIX OF LOOPY AND CONDENSED

How long would they survive in a zombie apocalypse?: 2.5 SECONDS

Do they travel?: YES

One place they would like to live: NEW YORK, DON’T HAVE A DESIRE TO LIVE AWAY FROM FAMILY

One place they would like to visit: LOS ANGELES

Celebrity crush: THEO JAMES, DEMI LOVATO, OLIVIA HOLT

What can you find in their pockets/wallet/purse: MONEY, CREDIT/DEBIT CARDS, CHAPSTICK, NAIL FILE, COMB, PEN

Place(s) your character can always be found: KITCHEN

When does your character like to wake up?: 7-8 AM

What’s your character’s morning routine?: WAKE UP, SHOWER, EAT, CLASS/STUDY

What does your character eat for breakfast/lunch/dinner?: VARIES

How does your character spend their free days?: STUDYING, BAKING

What’s your character’s bedtime routine?: CLEAN OFF MAKEUP, WASH FACE, MOISTURIZER, LIGHT STUDYING

What does your character wear to bed?: TANK TOP AND SHORTS

If your character can’t fall asleep, what are they thinking about?: SCHOOL

What has been their greatest achievement?: VALEDICTORIAN

What is their idea of perfect happiness?: BEING AROUND PEOPLE SHE LOVES

What or who is the greatest love of their life?: N/A

On what occasions do they lie?: WHEN IT’S TO SPARE SOMEONE ELSE’S FEELINGS

Most marked characteristic: BLUE EYES, CARING NATURE

What is one thing they’d most like to change about themselves?: HOW MUCH SHE CARES ABOUT WHAT OTHERS THINK OF HER

How would they like to die?: IN HER SLEEP

Do they snore? NO

Do they chew their pens/pencils?: ONLY WHEN SHE’S REALLY STRESSED

Can they curl their tongue?: YES

Can they whistle?: POORLY, BUT YES

Do they believe in the supernatural?: YES

Have they ever cheated on anyone?: NO

Have they ever been cheated on?: NO

Has anyone ever broken their heart?: NO

Have they ever broken anyone’s heart?: NO

Are they squeamish?: MILDLY

Have they ever killed anyone? Why? How?: NO

Have they ever seen anyone die? What happened?: NO

Are they a lightweight?: SHE CAN GET TO ABOUT 4 DRINKS BEFORE BECOMING DRUNK AND 5 BEFORE IT’S COMPLETELY OBVIOUS, AT 6 SHE’S USUALLY BLACKED OUT

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Image of my adopted character, Cassiopeia, enjoying a starry night sky with a cup of tea and some company from a gaggle of fireflies and a few fruit flies (though the latter seems to be more preoccupied with Cassi's lantern). I think the song, "Stars" by Andy Hunter goes perfectly with this picture. The timing of this drawing is interesting, since the eclipse is going on right now, and I was in a perfect position to view the full eclipse (I got pics of the eclipse, and will be uploading some, although I missed an opportunity to capture the full thing due to piss-poor planning on my part). I'm glad I finished this drawing when I did; a major celestial event is the perfect time to post a piece like this. Cassiopeia was designed by and adopted from SilverChaim --About Cassiopeia: Cassi is a rabbit-themed Bellaboushi (I'll link a description of the species at the end of this post, for anyone who is interested in learning more). Starry skies are her absolute favorite thing in the world, and she has thusly developed a strong affinity for astronomy. She has proven to be a natural talent in this field, as she pioneered a light-refracting technique that allows miniature telescopes to function on par with full-sized telescopes. This achievement greatly extended the Fae Folk's access to quality astronomical tools, and led to Cassi being the youngest-ever inductee into the Fae Folk Astronomical Society. Currently, her greatest ambition is to earn a spot on the board of directors. Her personality is exuberant and carefree. She is a naturally happy and upbeat person, though she can be a bit naive and sometimes comes across as lazy, due to her nonchalant attitude. She likes to relax with coffee and tea, and loves to try new, exotic varieties and brewing methods. She believes that these drinks taste even better when enjoyed under a starry sky. In contrast to her easygoing personality, she is a big dreamer, and longs for adventure. She always jumps at the chance to go see something exotic and interesting. She is also very skittish around others, and doesn't make new friends very easily. Despite this, she has made friends with one rather odd person. This friend suffers from horrific nightmares, and Cassi helps chase them away with her singing and music. This friend is also incredibly strong and very protective of Cassi. It could be said that Cassi defends her friend in the dream world, while this friend defends Cassi in the real world. Cassi also works as a nighttime employee at a shop owned by Miranda (my other Bellaboushi character). Cassi respects and admires Miranda, but is sometimes annoyed by her businesslike and hardworking personality. Miranda sees a lot of potential in Cassi, and is constantly trying to push her to live up to it. Cassi, however, finds herself aggravated by Miranda's lectures, and prefers a more easygoing lifestyle. She also fears that Miranda is working too hard, and often tries to convince her to relax and take some time off. Despite their personality conflicts, they generally enjoy each other's company. They go on stargazing trips together, and frequently engage in lengthy conversations about what might lurk within the "final frontier". Because of this, they also share an affinity for science fiction. Cassi will sometimes refer to Miranda as, "Prez", alluding to Miranda's status as president of the FFAS. In more casual settings, Cassi will sometimes call her, "Manda", though Miranda dislikes this nickname. Miranda is secretly designing a new house for Cassi. Miranda loves architecture, and she wants to put her own ideas into practice. She also believes that Cassi deserves a nice house, and thinks that this would be the best way to make her architectural debut. --About Her Powers: Like Miranda, Cassi has a "dash" ability, where she is able to propel herself forward at incredible speeds for a brief amount of time. Unlike Miranda, however, she does not have the physiological adaptations for a goring attack. Instead, she could use this ability as part of a shoulder tackle attack, or as an evasive maneuver. She is also a naturally-gifted fighter. There is a little backstory necessary here: A little known fact about rabbits is that even though they're shy and skittish, they are vicious and strong; like, DECEPTIVELY strong. They'll usually run away, but they will MESS YOU UP if you make them feel trapped. Cassi is the same way. She prefers to run and hide from threats, but she will fight if cornered. She isn't very strong due to her small size, but the element of surprise usually allows her to get the best of any ordinary human enemy. For instance, she once got cornered by a fairy poacher, who in turn, got the surprise of his life when she panicked and beat the garbage out of him. For stronger enemies, she relies on her friend for protection. Her main active power is to bend and refract light (I think this would be called "photokinesis", but I'm not sure). For instance, she can bend outgoing light to make herself temporarily invisible. However, it is incredibly difficult to make others invisible, and she can only use this ability on one object at a time. She can also bend oncoming light, allowing her to see around obstacles, and to extend her vision over incredible distances. This allows her to detect threats before they detect her. She can even trap light in a sphere (similar to a black hole). She likes to place these spheres into Chinese Lantern plants (Physalis alkekengi), and carry them around as a light source. For an attack, she can also fire a barrage of star-shaped projectiles which explode on impact. These projectiles don't do any more damage than ordinary firecrackers, however, so they're more suited to creating a distraction or stunning an enemy. --About this Drawing: This was actually a re-color of a much older drawing. This piece was MUCH better than the original. Even the flat colors looked better (as a side note, Cassi had an interesting "pastel" look before I added the star decorations and shading to her outfit). It's definitely better than any of the other drawings that I've done with Cassi. I still had a bit of difficulty with this one, because I made the linework for it before I knew anything about canvas size or pixel count. The result was that the canvas size was too small, and I had a hard time with some of the finer detail. It looks a bit janky when zoomed out (zoom in for best results). It's too bad, because I really had high hopes for this piece. On a lighter note, I noticed that her right eye (our left) was a little gippy in the original linework. When I fixed it, her facial expression looked a bit sinister; like she had a dirty little secret. Although that may have been a trick of the mind, since I was listening to Rob Zombie at the time (One time, Cassi saw a Filipino cab driver cut out a cancer with a rusty butter knife. XD). Her gaze did soften when I added the eye detail, so it's fine. I'm also not sure if I like the way I drew the wings. I think I'm just over-complicating it, so next time I draw a Bellaboushi character, I'll try a much simpler style for the wings. But at any rate, I'm glad I finally uploaded artwork and a short bio of her. She has a really fun design, and I'm so excited about all the story and art ideas that I have for her. It's kinda bitter-sweet, though, considering how long I've been working on this piece. About Bellaboushi species

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