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goldeunoias · 7 months

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Pretty little angel.

A/N: I like writing for Heeseung stans bc they always give me A+ feedback on the things i write so here you gooo~

“Never thought someone like you would want to do something so dirty angel,” Heeseung chuckled in your ear, rubbing your thighs as he spread his legs.

“Raise your dress up f’me and I’ll make you feel really good,” he cooed, leaving wet kisses on your neck.

You nodded in embarrassment and did so, Heeseung putting your dress in your mouth and dragging his index finger down your midline and past your belly button. You whimpered through the fabric and your legs twitched some, an amused grin coming onto his face as he drew shapes on your inner thighs leaning back in his seat some.

“A preacher’s daughter wanting to feel the pleasures of the flesh from me, I truly am thankful” Heeseung groaned as he saw a dark patch on your pink underwear, his knuckle pressing against the saturated cotton.

You groaned and felt yourself get nervous, tears coming into your eyes at the stress. Heeseung noticed and pulled your dress out of your mouth, stroking your cheek.

“What is it angel, talk to me yeah?”

You sniffled and shook your head, keening into his warm hand. “I-I’m nervous. They say fingering can break the...you know and I-I don’t want it to hurt,” you managed out, your chest rising a bit in nervousness. Heeseung hummed and moved your hands so they sat on his shoulders instead of digging into your thighs, kissing your cheek softly as he rubbed circles on your hip.

“It’s okay angel, I won’t make it hurt, just trust me ‘kay? You’re my good girl and I would never hurt my little angel,” he soothed. You took a deep breath and nodded, Heeseung grabbing your hand and letting you hold it, your soft fingertips against his calloused ones.

“Squeeze my hand to help you mkay?”

“O-okay,” you agreed. You rested your head on his shoulder as Heeseung moved your underwear to the side, a deep “shit” leaving him as his finger was met with some resistance, eventually making it past your sticky walls.

Your breath hitched and you whined into Heeseung’s shoulder, your breath getting heavy as you felt him press against your walls.

“Let me know where it feels best angel, talk me through it,” Heeseung encouraged in your ear, kissing it to push you along.

“A little higher I think,” you guessed, your walls spasming as Heeseung’s finger pressed against something spongy. “pressdownharderplease” you rushed out, feeling embarrassed at your own wants.

Heeseung could only grin as he followed your instructions, slowly pressing against the spongy part of your walls. The moan you let into his neck was going to drive him insane, ensuring you stayed turned on by messily licking the shell of your ear and kissing your neck; the places he knew were your favorite, even if you never said.

“Feel good angel? You’re rutting your hips into my hand and I only have a digit in,” he couldn’t help but tease, raising up your dress so he could have a better view of your untouched pussy being violated by the likes of him.

“Ngh, I-I don’t know if it feels good, it feels weird,” you panted out, feeling weird sensations form in your lower belly.

“Play with your clit and tits like how I showed you, it’ll make you feel even better,” He instructed. You nodded and Heeseung had to suck a breath between his teeth as you pressed down on the bundle of nerves and tugged at your nipples through your dress.

Your face was burning but you couldn’t deny how good it felt as you let a moan escape from your throat, Heeseung’s hand slowly starting to become drenched.

“I’m gonna slide another one in, let me know if it hurts mkay?” Heeseung softly whispered to you. He watched your face scrunch up as he slid another digit in, shaky whimpers leaving you as you felt yourself get stretched.

“Shit angel you’re gonna make a mess of me,” he groaned as he watched droplets of syrupy essence trickle down both his digits. “Does it hurt?”

You gulped and shook your head, your head feeling dizzy. “I mean it does...but it, ngh, feels good too,” you whimpered out placing your hands back on his shoulders and rolling your hips into his hand.

“canyousuck...on my chest please,” you croaked out shyly, lowering the straps of your dress and leaving your upper half barren.

Heeseung felt his member throb against his jeans as he watched you so bashfully wait for him to ruin you.

“What to do, I’m corrupting my pretty angel by the minute,” Heeseung groaned against your chest. You shuddered for a moment as you felt the texture of his tongue press against your pert nipple, Heeseung’s other hand that was holding your dress coming up to pinch your other swollen bud.

“H-hee my tummy feels weird, different than normal,” you stuttered out as you felt his teeth lightly graze over the sensitive flesh of your nipples, suckling it until marks began to bloom.

“It’s okay angel just let it happen, I got you, I’m right here,” he soothed as he sped up his fingers slowly but surely, his own head spinning as your gummy walls continued to flutter around his hand.

His palm now began rubbing over your swollen clit, your nails digging deeper into Heeseung’s shoulders as you felt something tight form in your lower belly.

“It’s toomuch, I-I can’t,” you panted out, biting down onto his shoulder as a dull ache sat in your belly and in your core.

He winced at your bite and knew there’d be a mark there tomorrow, pressing down firmer against your spongy walls and aching clit “Just a little more angel, c’mon give me what I want you can do it I know you can,” He rasped against your ear.

Your legs gave out from underneath you as the knot snapped in your belly, moans that you didn’t even recognize as yours leaving your throat as your walls uncontrollably pulsed around his hand.

“There you go, such a pretty girl for me,” Heeseung praised as he continued his fingers. You squirmed around in his grip Heeseung’s hand gripped your inner thigh firmly, making movement difficult as you struggled to remove his hand between your legs.

“C’mon angel that was only one, lets see how many more you can take yeah?”

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A/N: i'm sorry i can't stop writing heeseung as a mean dom i wanted to make it kinkier and make him rougher but i had to RESTRAIN myself

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen fanfic #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard thoughts #lee heeseung smut #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours

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mostdefinitelyahumanperson · 6 months

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the Ninja's favorite holiday foods

by someone who doesn't celebrate and therefore has only vague and incomplete knowledge of said foods. also fuck in-character writing, i do what i want

Kai : super-duper-spicy-hot chicken wings ! and before you come in and tell me "that's not holiday food" i'll have you know, his favorite holiday is the Superbowl, mkay ?

Cole : mashed potatoes. lotsa butter, garlic and herbs. he'll use an entire bag o' taters to make a gargantuan batch, and then shovel the whole thing in his big ole mouth using a big ole serving spoon. it's true, i saw him do it.

Lloyd : that little fuckshit likes bread sandwich, because it reminds him of his family (someone beat him up please). white bread cut horizontally for Zane, sopping wet canned asparagus for Nya (wet.. water powers... it makes sense okay shut up), egg salad for Jay (because she hasn't realised she's a girl yet), cheap ham for Kai (you know why), and the thick layer of cheese whizz covering everything represents the warm protective embrace of Cole. the overwhelming horror that grasps one's soul when in the vicinity of this recipe reminds him of his dad :)

Zane : he doesn't eat, however he enjoys the technical challenge that is the making of the tripple-stuffed turnek. turkney. turkey. it's turnek stuffed with chicken stuffed with a surprise :) (the surprise is salmonella you fuckshit)

Jay : idk. probably likes. uhh. girl idk. yeh that's right she likes to eat girl. boss. girlboss.

Nya : she likes potato candy, because that's all her brother knew how to make when she was a kid (he sucks at cooking), so it's super nostalgic for her

Pixal : she doesn't eat, and she's sick and tired of that fucking tripple-stuffed turknek giving everyone toilet-blowing disease. she attempts to destroy the tunkney every year, and fails each time. one year she turned the oven to 1000 degrees to burn it, but turns out it contained cake, not turken. Cole cried. another year she threw it in the trash, but Zane found it and served it anyway. he has no concept of Health and Safety Regulations. this year she's thinking of dropping a piano on it. or mayhaps an anvil

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awmancreeper · 1 year

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ミ★Just Say You Love me </3 . 29.5 - PRETY

--★ Kai’s friends roast him for not being in a relationship since he was 12. While Y/n tries to avoid getting into a relationship every week. One day Kai spots a familiar girl hiding in a tree finding out she was hiding from her 2nd confession that week. After hearing the university’s IT girl struggles Hyuka comes up with a plan.

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TW: ALCOHOL, DRINKING

!!Written Parts!!

The burning feeling of the alcohol slide down your throat immediately making you cringe. Kai hands you cup of soda to chase the vodka, you gladly take it. “Woooo!” Wonyoung yelled already at her 4th vodka shot “okay it’s barely 10 no more for you” her friend Yujin said helping Wonyoung hold herself up “shut up my bestie is here and I want her to have a good time” Wonyoung slurred trying to push the tall girl away.

You held Wonyoung’s hand “take a break for me okay?” You asked her while she smiled goofy at you “mkay love,” she turned to Yujin “you’re so pretty Unnie” Wonyoung gushed as us the girl took her away. The loud music made you overwhelmed so you looked towards Kai who seemed to be look for someone. You tugged on his shirt to get his attention, he blinked then looked at you before leaning down to your level. “Let’s get some air!” You told him in his ear as he nods. Grabbing his hand you led him out of the crowded house.

In the backyard nothing much changed, loud music and drunk college students scattered around the yard. Even so you lead Kai the farthest away from the speakers, finally able to hear your own thoughts.

“You okay?” You asked him but he just laughs “shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Kai raised a brow at you smirking. “I’m okay, with my beast boy by my side of course” you said bumping him with the side of your body “I’m feeling used”

“No but are you actually doing good?” Kai asked you and you tilted your head in response “why?” “Well I just watched you down 4 shots within a span of 45 minutes”

“Nope that was my second shot” he squinted at you “really?” You nodded “yup I faked out the previous two because I able to pour my own but the last one Won poured it for me” you told him proudly while he gave you a round of applause. “Very clever my pookie” “thank you”

“But you still took 2 shot of vodka” he said “you’re definitely gonna start feeling it soon” but you just shook your head “nah I don’t think so” you told him smirking as he rolled his eyes. “So you’re tell him you don’t feel anything?” You shook your head “not really, but it getting hot in this body suit” you said tugging at the fabric. “If you want you can take it off” he calmly suggested but you gave him a death glare “really Huening” he put his hands up in defense. “What it was just a suggestion?!”

“Seriously though be careful the alcohol might hit you all of a sudden” “what about you?” You crossed your arms “huh?” “You took a shot with me and two with gyu” he smacked his lips and waved you off “I’m a veteran baby I can handle my alcohol” you rolled your eyes at his response. “Whatever you say Hyuka”

You two sat in comfortable silence watching the people around you; like couples dancing on each other, and the frat boys doing keg-stands. You rested your head against Kai shoulder taking his right hand into your arms “thanks for being here with me”.

“I’d do anything for you” is what he would’ve said but instead he stood quiet. Yet he rested his head on yours.

After 15 minutes of just being in each other presence as tipsy Yeji stumbled over to y’all. “Kai!! there you are!!” She yelled nearly falling but kai caught her “how much have you had to drink?!” You asked her but she laughed. “Enough to have fun but not enough to make mistakes” she giggled and looked at Kai and it seemed something came to her mind. “Oh Kai! Um Beomgyu wants you” she told but he groaned “really?”. Yeji nodded “yeah someone spilled beer on him earlier and now he’s puking in the front yard crying and he doesn’t want anyone but you,” she explained and continued “something about his costume” Kai’s eyes widen. “Oh shit the Spider-Man costume!” “You mean his red crew neck with printer paper taped on it” you added laughing. He just pushes you gentle smiling down at you. “Y’all disgustingly cute” she hiccuped

“Okay I’ll be right back, Yeji watch her,” he said walking away as you waved bye to him “bye-bye Hyuka~” Yeji slurred wrapping her arms around you. She smiled looking at you “he’s so in love with you” you laughed and leaned into her embrace “whatever you say” “oh let’s go take pictures with Won!” Yeji yelled dragging you away

#tomorrow x together #fem reader #txt fluff #txt smau #huening kai #fake dating #hyuka x reader #kpop smau #huening kai x reader #kpop

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oboevallis · 2 years

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christmas in the big apple

OMG ITS BEEN SO LONG!!! not my best but im glad im getting back into it! see y’all soon 😎

“You’ve really never been to New York?” Amelia asked Kai as the pair walked out of JFK.

“Never. As I’ve told you, I’m married to that lab.”Smirking, as they lingered behind Amelia. They were slightly overwhelmed by the amount of people surrounding them, this was something out of their ordinary, but with Amelia there it was worth it.

“Well we came at the best time, Christmas in New York is amazing.”

“You know we have actual work we need to do.” Kai reminded as they settled down into the taxi.

“I know, but as much as I love brains, Christmas in New York is something I believe needs to be experienced by everyone. Even if that means we spend a little time away from brains.” Amelia smiled, allowing her dimple to appear, making Kai’s heart race. With anyone else they would’ve been irritated to be taken away from the lab, but something was different. They almost wanted to blow off the lab to do all the magical Christmas in New York things.

“Okay, but when Hamilton gets pissed at us it’s on you.”

“Deal.” Amelia held her hand out to shake on it, but ended up interlocked their hands together. Making Kai roll their eyes at the cheesiness of the situation, but secretly loving it.

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“I don’t know why people like this, it’s so cold.” Kai complained as they trudged beside

Amelia.

“You literally live in Minnesota.”

“It’s different. The people here are rude, it’s adding to the cold ambiance.”

“Come on just survive until we get to the cafe.”

“Why can’t we just take a taxi?”

“It’s not the same!” Amelia exclaimed, faking a hurt expression.

“Alright but if I get hypothermia it’s on you.”

“Well maybe if you stopped your complaining you’d realize we’re here.” Kai stopped walking, rolled their eyes,and looked at the building before opening the door for Amelia.

“You find a seat and I’ll go get us some coffee.” Kai nodded in agreement and found a half booth, and found themselves looking out the window at the ice skaters. As a kid they played a lot of hockey, and found themself actually wanting to skate with Amelia. Something that threw them for a curve, romance and the things couples did wasn’t something they ever thought about. But now with Amelia, they found themselves wanting to do it all, and pretend they were in a Hallmark Christmas special.

“Cheesecake?” Kai asked as Amelia came back to the table. “I thought we were getting coffee to warm up.”

“We can, but you need to try this. It’s the best cheesecake you’ll ever have in your entire life.”

“My entire life?” Kai asked as they picked up the form they were handed.

“Your entire life.” Amelia nodded, encouraging them to try it.

“Mkay it not terrible.” Kai admitted.

“Oh shut up, you know it’s the best.”

“Alright it’s definitely up there.” Kai smiled before taking another bite. “Do you think we can do that?” They pointed out the window to the ice skaters.

“Really? You want to do ice skating?”

“Yeah why not, I’m not great but if you’re there to help me I’ll be fine.” Kai internally laughed, knowing they’d probably out skate Amelia.

“I don’t know how much he’ll I’ll be.” Amelia beamed. “The last time I went ice skating I sprained my ankle, so if that happens you’ll be stuck with that mess.”

“How’d you sprain it the last time?”

“I took Meredith’s kids, and her youngest fell and the oldest almost ran over her fingers. So I maneuvered myself to prevent that, no fingers were cut but I couldn’t walk for a week.”

“That god complex isn’t just in the OR huh?” Kai joked.

“Hey! That wasn’t a god complex move that was me preventing my niece from having no fingers.”

“I was just messing with you.” Kai smiled, relaxing a bit. They loved when Amelia got flustered.

“All right, I’ll try to help you skate, but I’m not great myself.”

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Amelia admired as Kai maneuvered a syringe into an artificial brain. No matter what lab they were in, Kai always beamed this was their happy place. Amelia had pretty much only dated surgeons or other people in medicine, but no one had ever matched her passion for it as Kai did.

“Are you gonna keep staring at me or actually help?” Kai playfully asked, as the extracted the needle.

“Why don’t we go ice skating now?” Amelia suggested.

“You are always itching to be in the lab, why are you so desperate to get out.”

“Because it’s Christmas time and we’re in New York freaking city, the place where Christmas was intended to be.”

“It’s cute seeing you like this you know. But seriously after ice skating we’ve got to actually get a substantial amount of work done.”

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“I hate you.” Amelia glared as she gripped onto the side of the wall, as she watched them twirl around. “How do you know how to skate so well?”

“15 years of hockey.”

“You are the worst!” Amelia exclaimed as she pushed herself off the wall, Kai then catching her and helping her maneuver over the ice.

“My dad said that when I first started skating at 4 I was already crossing while skating.”

“Oh shut up!”

“I thought you were gonna be the one helping me.” Kai joked, a comfortable silence enveloping them as Kai support Amelia as the pair skated.

“How many times have you even skated.” Kai asked breaking the silence.

“Tons of times, I grew up around here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it was always a tradition to go skating. That’s the only reason I do it, my brother loved traditions. They were real important to him, I like to keep him alive that way.”

“Oh wow I’m so sorry I didn’t realize he had passed.”

“You just keep winning points with me.” Amelia smirked in a morbid way, she loved not just being stuck as Derek’s little sister.

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“I know we’re not sharing a milkshake in a sterile lab.”

“This isn’t sterile.” Amelia snorted.

“We’ll it’s not a place intended for milkshakes. And this is not the season intended for milkshakes.”

“You know you try to have this Debby Downer façade but I see right through it. You love all this.”

“You know I do. This is the first Christmas season in a loooong time I haven’t been in a lab, and though I love my work, it’s good to spend the season differently.”

“Thanks for letting me subject you to it.” Amelia smiled swaying side to side in the rolling chair. “You know if you dint have any plans my sisters and I usually host this big Christmas dinner if you want to come, I know it’s kinda out of your way from Minnesota to Seattle but it’s available if you want to.”

“I’d love too.” Kai answered, quicker than they normally would have.

“Sounds like a plan.” Amelia smiled trying to conceal her blush.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Kai echoed.

#christmas #amelia shepherd #greysanatomy #greys fanfic #greys anatomy fanfic #kai bartley #kaimelia #ny #christmas in new york

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colorseeingchick · 4 years

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Period Pains (Atsumu, Akaashi, Sugawara)

Periods. Suck. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. But maybe they can make it suck less.

A/N: Y’all can probably guess how my week has been :D. So this is mostly self indulgent and has definitely made me fall in love with all these boys much more. I may or may not stan Miya Atsumu now but we don’t talk about it (yet)

Warnings: None really! Fluffy and domestic wholesomeness. Post-timeskip.

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu starts to stir from his sleep when he hears a loud prolonged groan next to him.

He presses his eyes closed when the lights suddenly turn on. Ugh.

He opens his eyes to see you waddling away to the bathroom with your hand pressed to your stomach. Hmm?

He looks down and sees a relatively large splotch of red staining the sheet. HAH!

Suddenly, Atsumu is very alert.

“Babe what happened! Did you get hurt?”

Mans throws (I mean THROWS) himself out of bed and pulls a pair of shorts on as he stumbles to the bathroom to check on you.

“Baby are you-”

He sees you by the sink, washing your shorts, the water discolored as it runs off.

Ohhhh yeah! You were on your period.

Headass’s mind blanked while in a sleepy haze.

You sigh. “Yeah I’m… fine-ish. I guess.”

He smirks and comes up behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist, one hand gently rubbing over your long sleep shirt, right over your lower belly.

He presses a slow kiss into the side of your head and rocks you side to side while you continue to wash.

“Did ya wake up cuz of the pain, babe?”

“Mhm. And I saw the stain then too. Ain’t my luck just great?”

He groggily laughs and presses more kisses along the side of your face and holds you tighter.

“You got this, babe. I’ll bring the sheets here, yeah?”

“Kay.”

This, in its own way, is enough to make you feel… less bad.

You were far from feeling okay at this point, but Atsumu knowing the drill and nonchalantly helping out at 2 am made things feel less apocalyptic than they were in your head..

Atsumu strips the bed of all its sheets, rubbing his eyes as he tries to keep awake.

Handing the sheet to you, he leans against the wall as you washed out the immediate blood stains.

Once you wash it out, he takes it from you.

“Clean yerself up babe.”

He takes the sheets downstairs and throws them into the washing machine.

He goes to the kitchen and grabs a banana and some dark chocolate (because we healthy in this household).

And some ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet.

And runs back up to find you coming with new sheets in hand.

Putting your snacks down on your bedside table, he helps you pull the fresh sheets over your bed.

Sitting you on the bed, he hands you the food and sits next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder while you munch.

He gives you the medicine when you’re done.

“30 minutes- not bad. I think that’s our new record.”

He shuts off the lights and crawls into bed, opening his arms as you slide your legs under the comforter.

Snuggling into him, he nuzzles your forehead as he holds you close.

“Feelin better, babe?”

“Yeah… I’ll probably fall asleep in a bit or something.”

“Well, if ya wanna press up against me if that’ll make you feel better, ya can. And wake me up if ya need anything.”

“I will, Atsumu. Thanks.”

“G’nite, sweetheart.”

BONUS: you wake up late the next morning, Atsumu still holding you flush against his body.

Now that you slept well (thanks to the meds and Atsumu) and woke up without pain, you’re suddenly in a very affectionate mood.

Wiggling up, you find your way to Atsumu’s face, giving him a couple of soft pecks to his lips.

He stirs in his sleep, kissing you back.

But even after you had pulled away, he kept kissing at the air, trying to find your lips in his sleepy haze.

It was pretty funny.

He’s a headass, you’re not gonna lie.

But he’s your headass! And that’s all that matters.

Akaashi Keiji

Before even coming home, Akaashi knew you were going to be on your period today.

Your period tracking app was synced to his phone, so he knew when to prepare for your worst days with snacks, supplies, and lots of affection.

He hated how busy he was, that he couldn’t be home to take care of you. So making sure you had everything you needed was the best he could do.

But when Akaashi comes home and can’t find you anywhere, he starts to worry.

Where were you? You would usually always greet him when he came home, even when you were on your period.

He gets his answer when he hears sniffles and hiccups coming underneath the lump of blankets on the couch.

Akaashi knows that if you were ever fully underneath the blankets, there was something really wrong.

Taking his jacket off and throwing it over a chair in the kitchen, he rushes to your side and pulls the blankets delicately off your head.

“What’s wrong, darling.”

“H-hi Keiji. I’m s-sorry I didn’t m-mean to *hic* hide from you I j-just don’t feel too g-good.”

Your breath was so shaky and Akaashi’s heart shattered watching you.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong, dear.” Akaashi asks you in a whisper.

“My tummy just hurts so so much and it won’t go away I-” your sobs begin to rack through your whole body.

“Did you take medicine? Heating pad?” He asks gently as he runs his hands through your hair and wipes the tears off your face.

“N-no… I hate taking medicine Keiji you know that. But I took a hot shower and I hoped it would help and it didn’t.” You attempt to stifle your cries to talk coherently, misery wrapping around your soul.

“Alright then, give me a second, darling, and I’ll do whatever I can.”

After changing, Akaashi comes back downstairs to the couch and makes his way over to you.

He pats your head gently, “can you sit up for me?”

He swings his legs up onto the couch and opens his arms and legs so you could place yourself between all his limbs.

Crawling up to him, he turns you so that your back is pressed to his torso.

Immediately, Akaashi’s hands snake around your waist and find their way to two sides of your lower stomach.

His fingers gently message you, moving around to try and find which spots need his attention, all while he coaxes you into being relaxed.

“Shhh darling, you’re okay. I’m here and I’m going to shower you with my love. Just relax and let me take care of you, okay dearest?”

You nuzzle back against his chest, letting his words, touch, warmth, and smell fill all your senses.

“Keiji… how was your day?” You murmur, tilting your head back in an effort to look at him.

He smiles, warmth spreading through his body as he realizes even while in pain, you still want to carry on your daily check-in on him post work.

And so Akaashi tells you all the stories from the day- his new assignment, how panicked he got midday when the office went into crisis, a surprise visit from a certain owl during lunch time.

You listen attentively, but your hands subconsciously move his larger hands to the center of your lower abdomen, where he starts to gently rub, leaving your skin tingly and chest lighter.

“Do you feel better, Y/N?” after sitting in comfortable silence for a little, he decides to ask.

But when he got no response, he cranes his neck to check on you.

You had fallen asleep in his embrace, a sweet smile slowly creeping across your face.

He smiles too, overjoyed to know that he was able to relieve you of some of your pain.

“Goodnight, my love.” He whispers to you, his eyes slowly shutting, arms still on your stomach.

BONUS: at around 2 am, Akaashi wakes up, realizing he was still on the couch.

You, however, were nowhere to be seen.

Getting up, Akaashi heads to the kitchen to grab water, assuming you were already in bed.

Instead, he found you in the kitchen too, the smell of pancakes flooding the space.

“Keiji! We never ate dinner. I’m sorry I made you fall asleep without eating.”

A small smile appears on his face and he rubs his sleepy eyes.

“It’s okay, dear. I’m just glad you could sleep some.”

“Do you want pancakes?”

“I would love some.”

Sugawara Koushi

Like Akaashi, Suga knew what was about to happen when he got a phone call from you as soon as he was leaving school.

Regardless, hearing you sniffle over the phone activates every protective instinct in his body.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Koushi, do you love me?”

A dumb question, obviously. Suga showered you with affection and endless praise on a daily basis for you simply just breathing. The most supportive of boyfriends!

But alas, insecurity still creeps up at times. And Suga gets it.

“I love you more than anything else, Y/N.”

“Can you come home, Koushi? I miss you.”

“I’m on my way, love. Give me 10 extra minutes, okay?”

Suga hopped into his car to head home, stopping by the store to pick up a few things.

He grabbed a pint of your favorite ice cream, your favorite chips (because do you want sweet or savory today? Only time will tell), and some flowers before heading home.

The moment he steps through the door, you throw your hands around him and groan out of frustration, pain, and just general dejectedness (don’t @ me for projecting I swear).

Suga smiles down at you, knowing that he can bring you some peace, and pulls you against him, flowers and bag still in hand.

“Let me go change, my love. These are for you.”

Your generally miserable disposition shifts as your nose is filled with the aroma of fresh flowers. Sweet and gentle scents always managed to lift your spirits, and Suga knew that.

“Mkay.”

Once Suga came downstairs, he headed to the kitchen to warm up some water to pour into a water bottle.

“Sweet or salty?”

“Salty.”

He grabs the warm water bottle and the bag of chips and makes his way over the couch where your eyes were begging him to shower you in love (which he was more than happy to do).

Sitting down and opening his arms, you pull yourself against his side, hugging him tightly and nuzzling against his chest.

He rubs your head before sliding his hand down, soothingly rubbing circles onto your back.

His other hand goes to place the warm water bottle on your lower abdomen, which you hold in place by pulling your legs up to your torso.

“Koushi, why do you love me?” You murmur against him. “I’m so whiny and clingy and annoying and insecure and you’re perfect… you deserve the best. You shouldn’t have to put up with someone like me-”

“Hey.” Suga gently but sternly cuts you off.

“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, and I don’t appreciate you talking about her like that.” He looks down at you and melts as he sees your puppy dog eyes staring back up at him.

“Koushi, I’m not wrong though. I am all those things.”

“And? I love you for it. I love that you whine for me and cling to me- it makes me feel wanted. I wouldn’t call you annoying, that's not your call to make. And insecure? That’s natural, my love. Everyone's a little insecure. I’m a little insecure. You’re not perfect and neither am I. And that’s okay. I don’t wanna love perfect. I want to love you and only you, okay?”

Tears prick your eyes but you feel better with Suga’s words of reaffirmation. He’ll tell you no matter how many times you need to hear it. “Thank you Koushi, I love you so much.”

“Shh, my love. Don’t cry. I love you, too.”

His grasp on you tightens as you relax against him, your breathing synchronizing.

“You wanna watch some TV?”

“Yes please.”

“Chips?”

“Mhm.”

Single word exchanges and the warmth of Suga’s sweater keep you connected as you allow yourself to forget your physical and mental pains.

Suga always knew exactly what you needed to hear, and never hesitated to tell you. No matter how ‘out of the blue’ or random it may have felt, he was always there for when you needed him.

BONUS: you guys settle on watching a romance movie, Suga feeding you chips while popping some into his own mouth as well.

But once the movie got to the really sad part, you started crying (sometimes movies just made you cry, but hormones made it so much worse).

“Baby, don’t cry, it’s just a movie.”

“But Koushi, you’re crying too!”

In honesty, Suga’s face was very tear-streaked as well, his sniffles hushed.

“Okay fine, we can both cry together.”

And so you did! Both of you cried, emotions fully invested in the movie, chips still being munched on while sobs shook your bodies.

It would have been a goofy sight to any onlookers, but it was the pinnacle of your relationship- emotionally vulnerable, intimate, and domestic. True perfection, if you were to ask me.

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ix. double mother's day

the scene in the kitchen is utterly adorable.

the tall man standing at the counter covered in ingredients and utensils was no foreign sight, but the two stools on either side of him were, just like his two little mini-me’s standing on top of them.

“ya see this part between yer finger ‘n yer thumb? after you scoop a little bit of the filling into the rice, roll it into a ball like this and then squeeze very gently into this part of yer hand to shape it.” the man explains to his sons as they try to imitate his practiced movements with clumsy hands.

the two boys pout at their messy products when their eyes fall on their dad’s perfect onigiri, one more vocal about their disappointment than the other.

“papa! s’not pretty like yours!” takumi cries while his brother nodded in agreement, big round eyes shining with unshed tears.

“wan’ mine pretty like mama,” warbles ryo, bottom lip wobbling as he holds in the sobs threatening to rack his tiny body.

osamu is quick to wipe his hands off on the kitchen towel slung over his shoulder and settle his warm palms on their backs. “hey, hey, shhh, s’okay.” squatting down to their level, he presses a chaste kiss to each of their cheeks, still plump with baby fat. “there’s plenty more for ya to practice, but i think these’re pretty ‘cause you made them. i bet your mama’s gonna love ‘em more than mine anyhow.”

sighing internally, the father is relieved to see two pairs of eyes blinking up at him, shining with hope and excitement instead of tears and disappointment.

“promise, papa?” the younger twin pipes up, echoed soon after by a softer, watery “promise?”

large frame still crouched down beside them, osamu presents his two little fingers for his two little chefs, “pinky promise.”

after attempting to wrap their much smaller fingers around their father’s, the younger miyas settle for taking their respective fingers into a firm handshake while osamu tries his damnedest to not laugh at how cute his sons are with their brows furrowed solemnly.

“okay, okay, let’s finish the onigiri and then work on mama’s cakes, yea?”

“yea! gon’ make pretty onigiwi for mama!”

“wanna mix, please, papa?”

“sure, ryo. you can mix the cake batter.”

“me too! me too! wanna mix!”

a gentle smile tugs at the corner of osamu’s lips, knowing that he’d have to finish the rice balls on his own once he got his boys set up and situated.

“good thing i have two whisks then,” he says to himself, bustling about, opening and shutting cabinets, and gathering the ingredients to make two mini sponge cakes.

as ryo and takumi watch their father measure and scoop out of various containers and cartons, they bounce on the balls of their feet, eager to receive the cups he hands to them and dump them into the identical bowls on the counter in front of them.

by the time the cakes were cooled, decorated and left in the fridge, a few more onigiri were sitting in the container next to the two, smaller, messier ones, and two little miyas were snoozing away on their snoring papa’s broad chest as they wait for you to come home.

“okay, kiddos,” atsumu chimes as he plops a storage container full of art supplies on the living room floor. “what’re ya gonna make for mommy?”

“wanna give mommy flower!” his princess cheers. “fitting,” he thinks with a smile. “should be easy enough.”

“no flower! dinosaur for mommy! rawr!” accompanied by the pitter-patter of tiny feet on the hardwood, the input signals ryuki’s disinterest in the stuffed animals he was playing with, eager to make a gift for his mother.

however, this makes hana pout and stomp her feet, albeit adorably. “dinosaur not pretty! flower pretty like mommy!”

quick to deescalate the situation, atsumu pulls out a few sheets of paper and two sets of crayons. “princess, ya can make mommy the prettiest flower she’s ever seen, but if yer brother wants to make a dinosaur, that’s okay, too! mommy likes flowers and dinosaurs, mkay?” getting a couple of head nods and quiet “okay, daddy”s, he gives them a bright smile and the supplies he drew from the storage container. “now how about you both draw what you wanna make so i can help you once you’re done, yea?”

excited that they both get to make what they want, the two tots get to work, diligently turning colorful scribbles into the likenesses of… a rose? and a t-rex? atsumu is impressed by his kids’ artistic abilities as he grabs a pair of scissors, sheets of felt, cardboard, and bottles of glue from the box beside him. “definitely didn’t get those genes from me.”

“daddy, daddy! m’done!” hana exclaims triumphantly, holding up her drawing proudly. “see flower?”

“i do see, princess. it’s very pretty,” the father nods solemnly. “ya want the same color for the petals?” her head bobs vigorously, making atsumu chuckle as he singles out a sheet of white felt. “‘kay, m’gonna cut ‘em out for ya to glue ‘em on. can ya squeeze the glue on the cardboard for me first?”

as hana sets out to do just that, ryuki pops up with his creation in hand, “done now, daddy!”

“good job, my handsome boy! such a cool dinosaur,” atsumu gently ruffles his son’s hair, large hand dwarfing his small head. “do what your sister’s doing and i’ll cut out your pieces, too.”

a couple moments pass in silence as the three miyas accomplish their individual tasks. once the glue is drizzled over the cardboard, atsumu lets his kids pick out a sheet of felt in whatever color their little hearts desired. with pink felt laid upon hana’s board and blue on ryuki’s, the father then instructs them to put dabs of glue where each piece of felt would go.

“here ya go, this one goes right here like this,” he says, guiding their hands to orient the felt scraps in their respective places. “and then ya put a little glue here an’ then this piece goes there.” soon enough, despite the scraps of felt littering the floor and sticky hands getting glue everywhere, twin gazes gleam proudly as they take in their finished products.

“let’s go wash our hands,” atsumu tells them, unfolding himself from where he sat between his children and stretching his arms high above his head. “and then it’s snack time. how’s that sound?”

“yay! snacks!” the smaller miyas hoot, little legs carrying them to the bathroom as fast as they could. tsumu cleans up the mess left behind and hides their crafts on the top shelf of the hallway closet to dry before sauntering into the kitchen with a firm resolve to recreate the onigiri his brother taught him without burning the rice or forgetting to season anything this time.

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enchantedlokii · 4 years

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Field Trip

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, FRIDAY, Minor OC

Mentioned: Quentin Beck, May Parker, Thanos, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark, Bruce Banner

Every time Peter Parker went on a field trip, it ended with disaster. First there was the trip to Oscorp that ended with him being bitten by a spider and being sick all night before leaving him mutated. Then came the Decathlon trip to Washington D.C. where he got trapped in a fault and then proceeded to almost watch all his friends be killed by a falling elevator in the Washington Monument. Next was the trip that ended with him turning to dust and being dead for five years. And most recently, the summer vacation that ended with Mysterio attempting to kill him.

He could see why Tony was worried when Peter told him about the trip to Albany. It was a simple history trip, but with Peter’s history, anything could happen. Peter knew that. May knew that. It was possible that something could go wrong, but he couldn’t live in constant fear. “Things have been quiet since Mysterio,” Peter pressed, trying to ease Tony’s worries. “I’ll be fine.”

“I have good reason to worry that’s not true, Pete,” Tony sighed, rubbing his face. He was protective of Peter after everything that had happened. Peter could vividly remember him breaking down days after being home when May come to take Peter home. Because the boy had been gone for five years and he didn’t want to lose him again. It had took weeks to convince him that it was okay for Peter to go to Europe, and he had panicked when Happy got the call to pick him up in a tulip field because Mysterio had attempted to murder him via train. Peter had begged him to go home and let him take care of things, but that didn’t happen. That was the first time Tony had put the suit on since Thanos.

“I’ll be careful,” Peter promised, pressing into his side. They were on the couch, watching TV. It was late, and Pepper and Morgan had already gone to bed hours before. “I can take care of myself, you know. And I’ll have my suit if I need it.”

Eventually, Tony agreed that it was okay. Peter knew that realistically the man couldn’t stop him from going. He wasn’t his legal guardian. He wasn’t his parent. He couldn’t force him to stay home, but Peter would feel guilty going without his permission. Because there was an unspoken agreement that their bond wasn’t just that of a mentor and apprentice. Not anymore.

“Dude, you’re tense.” Ned’s comment snapped Peter from his thoughts. Truthfully, he was nervous. Sure, it was just to Albany. It wasn’t that far from home, and May or Tony or Happy could come pick him up if he needed them too, but there was a prickle of anxiety in his chest. “You good?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Peter told him. “Just. . . You know, when it comes to field trips my life is sort of like the Magic School Bus. Something crazy happens every time.”

“Pretty sure it’s a lot different than the Magic School Bus,” MJ chuckled. She quietly slipped her hand into Peter’s and squeezed it once for reassurance. “Relax, Peter. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

And at first, everything was fine. The trip was amazing, actually. Peter wasn’t a big fan of history, but he did have a soft spot for the revolutionary period (courtesy of Hamilton) and there was a lot about that era in the city. By the time lunch came, he was glad that he had come. They were eating at the park, and he was about to text Tony and let him know everything was going smooth when he felt a tingling sensation in the back of his neck that warned him of danger. “Sh*t.”

“Uh oh,” Michelle muttered. “What is it?”

Peter shook his head, not sure where the threat was yet. Then he heard it; a speeding vehicle’s brakes locking up, the tires squealing as it came into view. Without a second thought, he jumped and ran forward to shield his classmates. He knew it would be suspicious when he survived the accident, but he couldn’t let anyone else get hurt.

“Peter!”

Peter barely heard MJ’s scream as the vehicle collided with his body. Pain spread through him, and he was sure that he cried out before the wind was knocked from his lungs. He fought to stay awake, but his vision blurred and before he knew it, everything faded to black.

Tony knew he shouldn’t have let Peter go on that d*mn trip. Every time. Every single f*cking time something like this happened.

He had gotten the call fifteen minutes ago that Peter was in a hospital in Albany in critical condition. Why? Because he jumped in front of a speeding car that threatened his classmates. He jumped in front of a car to save his classmates. Of course he did.

“FRIDAY, how much longer?” he huffed. Pepper had asked him to have Happy drive him, but he knew this was faster. He wasn’t going to wait almost three hours to see Peter when he was in the f*cking hospital. It wasn’t happening.

So when he got there and the nurses refused to let him in, he was furious. “I’m sorry, Sir. We can only let immediate family in at the moment,” the young woman told him. Her voice was kind and sympathetic, but he didn’t care.

“Excuse me?” his voice was close to a snarl. “You think we’re not family just because I’m not on his birth certificate?” The woman started to speak, but he cut her off. “How dare you refuse to let me see my son?”

“Mr. Stark—”

“It will be at least three hours before any of his ‘real’ family can get here,” the ‘real’ tasted bitter as he spoke it. “I will not let him lay in a hospital bed alone for three hours before his aunt can get here. He’s my kid whether you like it or not.”

Tony pushed past her, twisting open Peter’s door and walking inside. He didn’t even stop to see if the nurse was following him. Maybe she would and would see that Peter wanted him there. Because he knew that Peter would want him there. He wouldn’t want to be alone when he’s hurt and away from home.

Peter glanced up as he heard Tony come in, a small smile growing on his face. There was pain in his eyes, and Tony realized that the pain medicine they gave him probably wore off within ten minutes with his spider metabolism. Still, he seemed alert, reaching a hand out as if asking him to come hold it. So Tony did just that. “Hey, Buddy. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” he murmured. His words were slurred, and he silently hoped it was more from exhaustion than pain. “I’m jus’ tired.”

“Don’t lie to me, Kiddo. I can see you’re in pain,” he said gently. Bringing a hand to the kid’s forehead and brushing the hair out of his eyes. His skin was pale and cold, and he wished that he could pull him into a hug to warm him up. “Do you want me to tell someone? I can make them sign something and they won’t tell anyone.”

“No,” Peter said sharply, his eyes widening with fear. Ever since Mysterio, he was even more careful about his identity. They had learned that the man planned to reveal it to the world, and Peter had spiraled into a panic attack watching the video that they had found while hacking into his database. His identity had almost been revealed to the world. Not only that, but Mysterio planned to make him seem like a murderer. “‘M ‘kay, Dad.”

They were both quiet for a moment before it was obvious Peter realized what he had just said. His eyes widened and he struggled to sit up, hissing with pain. “I-I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I didn’t mean— It was an accident. I—”

“Hey, hey, relax.” He put a hand on Peter’s shoulder, lowering him back to his pillow. “Not mad at ya, Kiddo. Did you not hear me out there with your super hearing?”

“I did but—”

“Then you know that it’s fine,” Tony interrupted. “But we can talk about that more later. Right now, you get some rest. I’m going to call Bruce and see if he can send something stronger for your pain when Happy brings May up, alright?”

“That’s not legal,” Peter mumbled. Still, there was a small grin on his face as he said it.

“Since when have I cared about what’s legal, Pete?” he asked, ruffling his hair gently. He knew that the kid was going to be fine, but he also knew he most likely had some sort of head injury; at least a concussion. He would hate to be too rough and end up making it worse. “Try to sleep.”

“Mkay,” he murmured, closing his eyes. His grip on Tony’s hand loosened a bit as he relaxed. “Thanks for comin’ so fast.”

“Anything for you, Spiderling,” he whispered.

Peter was quiet for a few moments, and Tony was sure he was asleep by now. He got his phone out to call Bruce when the boy shifted slightly, peeking his eyes up at him again. “Tony?”

“Yeah, Kid?”

“You really meant it?” he asked carefully. “When you said I was your kid?”

“I— I, yeah, um,” suddenly he worried that maybe Peter was implying that he didn’t want that. That he had took it too far. “Unless you don’t want me to say that. I would understand. It’s just— it’s been a long time for me and—”

Peter squeezed his hand to tell him to stop rambling and look at him. “‘S okay,” he told him, smiling before closing his eyes again. “Love you.”

Tony smiled and bent down to kiss the boy’s forehead. He almost cried as his smile grew and he seemed to relax in the bed. “Love you too, Pete.”

#marvel #mcu #avengers #irondad #spiderson #peter parker #tony stark #ned leeds #michelle jones #friday #spider man #iron man

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not-close-to-straight · 5 years

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Braids (Stucky)

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Brooklyn, 1940

“Buck.” Steve knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you dead in there? Lemme in, I gotta go.”

He knocked again but there was no answer, so Steve sighed, put his small shoulder to the door and shoved as hard as he can, nearly falling into the tiny bathroom when the lock gave way and the door fell right open.

“Shit.” Bucky was standing in front of the scratched mirror and Steve frowned as the brunette hastily ran his fingers through his hair, dragging at the strands to dislodge what looked like the beginnings of a sloppy braid. “Stevie, ain’t ya never heard bout knockin? Can’t a fella piss in--”

“Were you braiding your hair?” Steve interrupted, and Bucky’s scowl was black enough to wither flowers. “No m’serious. Is that what you were doin’?”

“Why th’ hell would I be--”

“Is this bout how you said some days you didn’t feel like a fella?” Steve cut in again and Bucky’s scowl darkened another shade. “But you don’t really feel like a dame, sometimes it’s jus’ inbetween?”

“I dunno what you’re talkin’--”

“You were drunk.” Steve leaned against the doorjam and folded his arms, as if that would do anything to deter Bucky from moving past him. “Drunk and sorta emotional and said ‘Stevie sometimes I jus’ don’t fell like a fella’ and then you cried.”

“I did not--” Bucky started to yell, but Steve just looked at him, so Bucky took a deep breath and hunched his shoulders and tried to shrug it off. “Was just ramblin’. No big deal.”

“Kay then.” Steve stood aside to let Bucky through to the living room, and in a very quiet voice as Bucky was almost out of hearing range, added, “I know how’ta braid, Buck. Used to practice on my ma after she got sick so I’m real good at it, if you care bout that sorta thing.”

“...yeah?” Bucky didn’t turn around but his voice shook a little. “S’okay if I care bout that sorta thing?”

“Course it is.”

“...kay.” Bucky went into his room and Steve finally made it to the bathroom and that was the last either of them said about it for several days.

**************

“Stevie.” It was late, already dark for hours and most of the apartment building was quiet or asleep by the time Bucky came to Steve’s bedroom door. “You awake.”

“Uh--” Steve looked over at the lamp then down at the book in his hands. “No?”

“Punk.” Bucky muttered and Steve cracked a smile, waiting for Bucky to say whatever it was that had him visibly nervous, shifting his feet and chewing at his lip. “You uh-- you think you could--” Bucky made a vague gesture to his hair. “Maybe?”

“Come on.” Steve didn’t even hesitate, knowing damn well it had taken every bit of Bucky’s courage to even ask for this small thing, swinging his legs over the side of his bed and pointing at the floor. “Your hairs not as long as ma’s so it might be slower, but come on anyway.”

Bucky hesitated a moment more and then finally blew out a deep breath and almost ran over to sit at Steve’s feet, closing his eyes and tipping his head back and waiting with his fists clenched in his lap.

“Don’t gotta be nervous.” Steve tried to sound reassuring, tried to sound like Bucky feeling this way was alright because it was alright. Out in the neighborhood a fella could get beat for admitting he didn’t like girls or that some days he felt like a girl, but here? Here it was alright.

“Don’t be nervous.” he said again and Bucky gave another one of those deep sighs like he was fuckin’ terrified. “This won’t hurt.”

“Dummy.” Bucky scoffed, masking his anxiety with sarcasm. “I know it won’t hurt.”

“You keep callin’ me names and I’m gonna pull your hair so it does hurt.” Steve threatened and Bucky shut his mouth obediently. “Now hold still, you’re bigger than my ma was, gotta figure out how to work around your big ol’ head.”

Bucky snorted but went still and Steve went to work, sliding his fingers across Bucky’s scalp to loosen the thick pomade and raising his eyebrow when he realized exactly how long the dark hair had gotten. Slicked back in the usual style it was harder to tell length, but loose it nearly fell to his shoulders and Steve wondered--

“Does having long hair help with--”

“Yeah.” Bucky said shortly. “Something nobody but me notices. Helps to feel more like-- more like how I wanna feel.”

Steve didn’t say anything to that, just went to work with his comb to detangle any knots and smooth the flyaways before dividing Bucky’s hair into three parts and working it quickly and efficiently into a single braid.

Then he undid the braid, hushed Bucky’s question, and started again, plaiting a tiny braid at Bucky’s temple and tucking it behind his ear before adding a second, thicker one. Then a third, woven at the ends into the first two, and the entire one pulled into a single braid and tied off at the bottom.

“What--?” Bucky put his hand up at his forehead to check. “What did you do?”

“Go look.” Steve wiped the extra pomade off his hands as Bucky struggled to his feet and headed for the bathroom.

“Stevie.” Bucky was back at his door, a dull flush in his cheeks. “Why’d ya make it all fancy?”

Steve crawled back onto the bed and retrieved his book as nonchalantly as possible, reminded himself that here in their apartment it was okay to be themselves and said, “Cos I thought you’d look pretty with something’ fancy in your hair.”

“Pretty.” Bucky repeated, glancing down at his body, at the muscles gained hauling boxes at the docks, at thick forearms and the way he was tall enough to about hit his head on the door as he came through. “...you think?”

“Well yeah.” Steve shrugged and held his book up higher so Bucky wouldn’t see how terrified he suddenly was. “Don’t stare at ya fresh from the shower jus’ cos you’re usin’ my towel again.”

Steve peeked over the top of his book. “...Is that okay?”

“Fuckin’ hell, Stevie.” Bucky was red to the tip of his ears, matching Steve’s complexion perfectly. “We’re a real pair, ain’t we? I dunno if I’m a guy or a gal half the time, you think m’pretty anyway--” he paused, cocked his head. “You think m’pretty whichever way, right Stevie? Not jus’ cos my hair makes me look like a dame?”

“Hair don’t make you look like a dame.” Steve denied, turning a page in his book without reading a single sentence. “You jus’ look like Bucky to me. Same as you always do.”

“I uh--” Bucky scratched at his chin. “Didn’t know you liked fellas, Stevie.”

“I like you, Buck.” Steve gave up trying to sound nonchalant and let his voice squeak as he asked again, “Is that okay?”

Bucky grinned, sweet and clear and happy like Steve hadn’t seen him do in months. “Sure is, Stevie.”

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It was harder during the war to catch moments to be themselves, to steal quick kisses or brush against each other in the dark and it was even more difficult to find the time and privacy for Steve to sit and braid Bucky’s hair.

He wore it even longer now, the Commandos being their own special unit meant that the usual dress codes didn’t tend to apply and the men took their own liberties with their uniforms.

So Bucky let his hair grow down past his shoulders, wrapping it up in a bun beneath a bandanna and helmet when on active duty, but letting it free into waves when they were relaxing so Steve could bury his fingers in it, scratching at Bucky’s scalp and breathing in the sweetly scented shampoo they had snuck to buy in the last little French town they’d passed a few weeks back. He only used the tiniest amounts, not wanting the other men to notice anything off about the way he smelled and thankfully Jacques cologne was so terrible pungent that a light sweep of roses went unnoticed.

He always braided Bucky’s hair first, before the kissing started, before clothes were being pushed off in a hurry, before they had to rush through getting off together to get back to dinner or drills or onto their next mission. Sometimes Bucky fussed over it, insisting “I’d much rather be fuckin’ ya, Stevie, don’t worry about my hair.” and Stevie always whispered back, “S’important that you feel like you, Buck. Give you a chance to look the way you wanna, right?”

So Bucky let Steve braid in peace, each design more intricate than the last because Steve had practiced on the girls in the USO and sometimes asked the girls in the bars if he could practice on them with a new style and they all thought he was flirting, but Bucky knew it was just so Stevie could be better with his hair.

“Don’t want you doin’ that anymore.” he said one evening as Steve dotted kisses along his jaw line, nuzzling at his ear.

“You don’t want me to do this anymore?” Steve asked in surprise and Bucky rolled his eyes, shoving Steve’s head back into his neck. “Ah, I see.” Steve’s voice was muffled now, his mouth curved in a smile at Bucky’s throat. “What don’t you want me doing anymore?”

“Practicin’ on the girls.” Bucky clarified, tipping his chin back and sighing as Steve’s big hand slid up to cup his cheek, bringing their mouths together or a long kiss. “On their hair? I don’t want ya doin’ that anymore.”

“Mkay.” Steve didn’t even bother arguing, too distracted by the way Bucky’s fingers were tracking up his thighs headed towards his belt. “I won’t. Just you, Buck. Don’t matter anyway.” he fell back onto the pillows when Bucky pushed at him, wrapping the end of the braid through his fingers and tugging at it until Bucky groaned, rough and low and needy.

“Goddamn you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous baby.” Steve breathed, making room for Bucky between his thighs and letting his speech roll lazy like he only did when it was just them, when he didn’t have to be Captain America. “Don’t want anybody else but you, always you, won’t touch nobody else.”

“Jus’ don’t want ya thinkin’ anybody else is pretty.” Bucky’s smile was teasing and cocky but also just a little shy, always just a little shy because even after almost three years of Steve knowing and supporting and loving every inch and every side of him, Bucky still worried.

“I would never.” Steve swore, careful not to pop the buttons on Bucky’s uniform as he yanked the shirt off Bucky’s shoulder. “It’s only you Buck. Always always always only you.”

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Steve bought Bucky ribbons when they stopped in London overnight before going after Zemo’s train, smiled at the woman who asked if such pretty colors were for his girl back home, and tucked satin strips of light blue and dark red and just one in a delicate pink inside his pocket.

They were for after the mission, for when the Commandos would be celebrating a sure victory and the Generals would be pleased with their work and maybe grant them a day of rest before moving out.

He wanted to weave the ribbons into Bucky’s hair, wanted to see the smile when Bucky saw how fuckin’ pretty he was going to look, the way his voice would get hoarse and shaky before he’d drag Steve to bed.

Bucky deserved ribbons and he deserved nice things to wear and he deserved to be able to show it off but that wouldn’t happen-- couldn’t happen-- at least not any time soon, so they had to be content with quiet moments and empty barracks and loving each other in the darkness.

Once the war was over and they could find a place all their own, that sorta thing would change but for now, Steve just smiled and patted at the present in his jacket.

Bucky was going to love these.

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After the train, Steve wore Bucky’s spare set of dog tags around his neck, blue and red and pink ribbons braided together around the chain and resting over his heart.

No one asked, and Steve never told and they were lost to the Arctic when Steve put himself and his broken heart down in the ice.

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Wakanda, 2017

“They do not talk.” Shuri said as she and T’Challa crested a hill and watched Sergeant Barnes Bucky and Captain Rogers feed the goats together, pitching hay and hauling water. “Captain Rogers has been here every day for two weeks and they do not talk.”

“You do not know what two men do in the privacy of their rooms.” T’Challa countered, dark eyes thoughtful as he watched Bucky lift a bale of hay one handed, as he watched Captain Rogers watching Bucky.

“I am well aware of what two men--” Shuri started and T’Challa clicked his tongue, scolding, “No Shuri, I was not talking about that.” and Shuri laughed out loud. “I am saying that just because they do not talk here in the open where everyone can listen does not mean they do not talk when it is night and there is nothing but the shadows to overhear.”

“They do not talk” Shuri maintained. “And they only look at each other when the other is not looking. They are very much in love but neither knows how to say it.”

“And when did my sister become such an expert at love?”

“I have been watching you make a fool of yourself around Nakia long enough to have picked up a few things.” Shuri said slyly and down in the low valley, both Bucky and Steve looked up when shouts of laughter echoed from the Princess, the King chasing her back towards the village.

Their eyes met and skittered away, Bucky pushing his hair away from his eyes and kneeling to pet one of the goats, Steve unable to help himself from staring.

Bucky was so different now, of course he was. Seventy years and unimaginable horrors, a body so forcefully changed and a mind that had only been his own for a few months now. Six months in cryo as Shuri and the other doctors had worked to erase HYDRA’s influence, an excruciating surgery to remove as much of the metal arm as possible, with Bucky telling them not to replace it, that he’d rather be one armed than have to look at it every day.

Steve had been there for as much as Bucky had allowed and now they spent every day together and never said more than strictly necessary and it ate at Steve, twisted his stomach and hurt his heart and wanted so badly to do something-- anything--

Bucky’s hair was in his eyes, hanging almost to mid back and falling forward to cover his face. It was matted and lifeless, dull and limp, and Bucky made no effort to push it away, concentrating his one hand on still petting the tiny goat that butted up against his palm.

“Can I braid your hair?” Steve blurted before he could help himself and Bucky froze mid motion.

“...what?”

“Can I braid your hair?” Whispering now. “Bucky, I-- we don’t talk anymore. I don’t know what to say and I don’t know if you even want to say anything and we used to-- back when we didn’t have anything to say--” he made a hopeless, helpless gesture. “Could I?”

“M’not pretty anymore.” Bucky’s jaw clenched as he ground his teeth together. “M’not-- Stevie it isn’t-- we can’t just--”

“We can.” Steve interrupted, because he’d always interrupted Bucky at the worst times, cutting in with his own opinions when he was afraid Bucky would say something he didn’t want to hear. “We-- we can, Buck. If you want.”

And after a moment. “And you are...you know? You always-- always were. Always will be. If that’s something you still want me to call you. If you want.”

Bucky was quiet for a long time and Steve just waited. Waited and waited because he’d waited seventy something years and he could wait some more, and then finally Bucky muttered, “Hard t’wash it with just one hand.”

“I can do that.” Steve said quickly. “I can-- that’s not a problem.”

“Need something for the mess.” Bucky ran clumsy fingers through the tangled ends. “You don’t wanna--”

“I do though.” Steve wiped his hands on his pants to get the bits of hay off and took a step closer. “I do, Bucky. Just let me--” another step closer, watching Bucky carefully. “Please?”

Silence again for such a long time that Steve started to worry Bucky would say no, that this was too much to ask or maybe too little after far too long.

“Bucky?”

“You been practicin’?” Bucky asked after another moment, inclining his head towards Steve’s own longer hair and beard. “Still know how’ta braid?”

“I told you I wasn’t gonna practice on anyone but you, Buck.” A wash of relief coloring Steve’s words. “So I guess we’ll have to see if I’ve lost my touch.”

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Bucky’s shirt had to come off for Steve to wash his hair, and Bucky cringed away from the sight of all his scars in the bathroom mirror, turning his head and closing his eyes and Steve murmured something soft and indecipherable.

Bucky didn’t like water on his face, in his eyes, so Steve led him to a chair that didn’t recline, one that wouldn’t remind Bucky of anything HYDRA related, then poured pitcher after pitcher of water into his hair until it was streaming wet.

Next was shampoo, very lightly scented of roses because Steve had brought some to Wakanda just in case-- just in case-- and he lathered it up in his palms before massaging it into the matted strands, scratching over Bucky’s scalp and down the back of his neck, stirring the bubbles over and over until the bottle was nearly empty.

Then water again, washing the shampoo clean and Steve spent more time than he should have on the rinse, enjoying the repetitiveness and the way Bucky seemed to melt just a little more with every pitcher of water, so Steve didn’t stop until Bucky’s hair was shiny and smooth again.

Next was a comb, and Steve sat on the bed and patted the space in front of him anxiously, holding his breath until Bucky sat cross legged between his knees and he could work out the last few tangles.

Bucky shuddered when Steve’s fingers finally landed in his hair but he didn’t run away, just turned his head to whisper, “Don’t gotta be anything fancy, Steve.”

“I know.” Steve started with a tiny braid at Bucky’s temple. “But I want you to like how you look.”

He didn’t see Bucky’s smile, but the big shoulders relaxed a tiny bit more and Steve took that as a good sign.

“Alright, let’s see if I remember how to do this.”

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“You are staring, Shuri.” T’Challa scolded her over a late lunch, side eyeing his mother before jabbing his sister in the side. “Do not look so jealous!”

“I am not jealous!” Shuri insisted. “I just do not understand how Captain Rogers has learned to braid so well! Bucky’s hair looks incredible! The man spent six months looking like a hobo and now for the last three weeks he looks like a model for those American shampoo commercials? It makes no sense!”

“He is in love.” T’Challa said, as if that explained everything and Shuri snorted in disbelief.

“They’re staring.” Bucky muttered across the table, touching his hair self consciously. Steve had done a reverse braid up into a bun and it looked easy and soft and Bucky had loved it but now people were looking at him and--

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve murmured over a drink of water. “You look beautiful.”

“I--” Bucky glanced at him nervously. “I what?”

“You look beautiful.” Steve said again, just a quiet but this time he looked over and smiled. “Just like you always have.”

“...oh.”

The next time Steve braided Bucky’s hair, a design he pulled up on his phone and called ‘waterfall’, Bucky closed his eyes and leaned back into the touch a little more and sighed just the tiniest bit and Steve’s voice was rough as he whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Buck.”

And another time, Steve not so much braiding Bucky’s hair as he was just playing with it, breathing in the rose scent Bucky had shyly asked to keep, wrapping the smaller braids through his fingers and tugging at them just lightly enough to make Bucky’s breath catch-- “God, you’re gorgeous. M’so thankful I got you back, sweetheart.”

And another, as Bucky stared into the bathroom mirror at the dozens of braids starting at his forehead and ending several inches later, the rest of his hair falling free down his back in soft waves-- “I bought you something.”

“What?” Bucky turned from the mirror to see Steve standing there holding out a small package, a hopeful, dopey smile on his face. “You bought me something?”

“Yeah I uh--” Steve cleared his throat a few times and held out the present. “I actually-- back in the war, before you fell? I bought you these and then-- I mean, they didn’t survive the ice of course but I thought, if you wanted--”

It was a terribly put together sentence, complete with gestures and awkward motions but Bucky took the present anyway, opening it slowly and staring down at the ribbons twisted inside.

“I don’t know if you still feel the same way.” Steve said very carefully. “Like you did before, about how sometimes you don’t feel like a guy but that doesn’t mean you feel like a girl? There’s a word for it now, or at least I think its a word for what you felt--”

“Non binary.” Bucky supplied, flushing a soft red. “Yeah, I’ve-- I’ve heard it. Read it. The uh-- the internet is very helpful.”

“Right, that’s what I said.” Steve’s smile was still a little dopey. “Anyway I thought-- I’d bought you some before you fell and if you still feel that sorta way, I was hoping you’d like to wear some ribbons. Blue cos your eyes and red cos it’s your favorite color and pink just cos I thought you’d look pretty in it?”

“Stevie.” Bucky swallowed. “I--I--”

“If you don’t like them--”

“I love them!” he blurted. “And I still feel-- I just with all this--” Bucky was so big now, all straining muscles and big shoulders and thick thighs and he looked so male, so masculine, every inch a soldier. “-- M’not pretty anymore, Stevie. You say it, but I know m’not. Don’t matter if sometimes I feel--” he shook his head. “No one’s ever gonna think I’m nothing but--”

“Doesn’t matter what anyone thinks.” Steve interrupted because damn it, that’s just what he did. “All that matters is what you think.”

“What you think matters a lot.” Bucky admitted and Steve inched close enough that their bodies brushed, their noses almost bumping.

“I think you’re ‘bout th’prettiest person I ever fuckin’ saw.” Steve whispered, pulling on that long gone Brooklyn accent to make Bucky smile and taking the chance to duck in and press the lightest lightest kiss to his lips. “I love you, Buck. Always have, always will. And if you decide you don’t wanna do the ribbon thing and you don’t want me to braid your hair anymore then that’s fine. But don’t think just cos they did all this to you means that you’re different on the inside, alright?”

He hesitated, then-- “I mean, I know you’re different, Buck. But this doesn’t have to be different. Not if you don’t want it too.”

Bucky picked up the pink ribbon and held it to the light, the smallest sort of smile on his face. “You’ll have to redo my hair to add this one in.”

“I won’t have to redo--” Steve started to argue, then he saw the gleam in Bucky’s eye and grinned. “Yeah you’re right. Completely redo it. At least twice.”

“At least twice.” Bucky agreed and gave Steve a very very soft kiss of his own. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Steve started to work at the little braids, loosening them easily and combing through the waves with his fingers. “Always and always only you, Buck.”

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iamconstantine · 5 years

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RWBY V2 E5: EXTRACURRICULAR

* Pyrrha episode!! Pyrrha episode!!

* Well this is already looking to be an absolutely lovely episode * I refuse to believe she isn’t using her absolute rage of being fed up with team CDNL (CRDL? CRDN?)’s crap * I wonder if Pyrrha’s weapon is her spear or her shield or if she’s the only person good enough on this earth to use both * Yeah I’m not surprised Cardin socked his own guy in the face this guy has zero tact * Pyrrha: “Ma’am Cardin’s been bullying Jaune really bad” * Glynda, already setting up a match between them because she knows Pyrrha will beat them within an inch of their life: understood * It’s gonna be Jaune * It’s gonna be Mercury * WANNABE QUICKSILVER IF YOU PUT A HARMFUL FINGER ON THAT GIRL I WILL MELT YOU INTO A SPOON * I sincerely hope at least ONE person at Beacon has caught on to these guys. Like...all they do is saunter and smirk. Saunter and smirk. * Aw Emerald’s concerned for Mercury. Almost makes me forget she killed a man * Does Mercury have a weapon, even? * It’s his legs. His weapons are his legs

* “How did you defeat Mercury?” “I shot him in zee legs because he haz no shield and he iz an idiaht” * I love how after all his sauntering and smirking it’s giving up to Pyrrha that makes everyone suspiciously because who wouldn’t want Pyrrha Nikos to kick their ass? * And look how he saunters and smirks away * Mercury: So we’re going to figure out what everyone’s semblance is so we know the easiest way to defeat them * Yang, whose semblance is taking damage until she becomes a flying ball of rage that no one can stop: I’m about to end this man’s whole career * Blake get some sleep. Take a cat nap * Geez Blake there’s no need to be so catty * (twoforone) * Why do I get the feeling that the one day Blake takes it easy is going to be the one day everything goes wrong? * Yeah Blake is a high-strung person. One pep talk isn’t going to make her change her mind * Okay there is a dance coming up, everyone’s asking everyone else to go with them, and Weiss is the only one of out the four of them who is approaching the door. I’m taking a guess that it’ll be Neptune

* FUC-

* Well at least he can play guitar. * “All my life boys have only cared about the perks of my last name” Well Weiss in their defense your attitude isn’t dropping any pants * ahhahahaahheuheumeuWELLDONE * “Your swordplay’s improved immensely” *CarEleSS WhiSPer* * NO. no no no no no no she likes Jaune and she’s sad now no nono no

* tfw the guy you like is an absolute adorkable sweetheart with nice hair and can play guitar but he’s dumber than a bag of hammers * and now with THESE assholes * what list what list * listen okay i was willing to put up with these Mean Girl wannabes but now I am officially at the end of my patience they have the absolute nerve to go after Best Girl Pyrrha as if they can even compare and now theyre sitting there in their dorm room like they’re hot shit but they aint even cold shit mkay emerald had one job and it was to not kill someone and she couldn’t even do that like do you know how easy it is to not kill someone it is the easiest thing in the world to do nothing and you know who has done nothing? mercury. mercury has done literally nothing in every episode hes in the only reason he got to kill wolverine was because he was a dumbass with bad balance and he tripped over his not-girlfriend he couldnt even do it himself he needed Emerald there just to look cool because i swear on my life if this kid who looks like he listens a mix of chemical romance and nickleback came into my store and starting slowly opening and closing books with “im here for crime” written across his forehead I would have literally just kicked out one of his legs from under him because that is all he’s got he cant fight he cant punch he just flails his leg like a kid pretending to be Chun Li until he decides hes bored and dont even get me started on little miss hot topic over here kay i thought she was cool and i still do to some degree but now shes on my hit list because shes going after my girl and she’s planning on doing it while she talks in the same sEX voICe she’s been talkin in this whole time i am DONE with all THREE of these edgy 13 year olds. * AND ALL THEY DO IS SAUNTER AND SMIRK

#rwby #recap

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mymarisaisbleh · 4 years

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Try Me (Part 2) svt-exo-bts

??: YYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Y/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Jeongyeon: GET UP!

Y/n: Why are you yelling

Jeongyeon: Because you won’t get up!

Dahyun: Come on! Get ready.

Y/n: Fine.

We all got ready and headed to school. Honestly, I was afraid of what those guys would do to the girls. Yesterday they took the fall at the convenience store because we ran away so they are probably even more mad at us.

As soon as we got on campus people started to whisper. They looked at us weird, even the weird kids looked at us weird. We made our way to our advisory and when I sat down next to Mingyu he asked me what had happened yesterday after school.

Y/n: What are you talking about?

Mingyu: Everyone is talking about how you got into a fight with some Suga, Kai, and Chanyeol.

Y/n: Suga? Oh, Yoongi. So what.

Mingyu: Forgot, your still new. Nevermind.

Y/n: No. Tell me what I need to know.

Mingyu: Okay. You owe me your lunch.

Y/n: Ugh.. fine

Mingyu: There are two groups that technically rule the school BTS and EXO. They harass those who aren’t popular. It’s like any other school, to be honest. They have a reputation of stealing girls' hearts too, they are every girls type, you know... bad boys.

Y/n: So have they harassed you guys too?

Mingyu: Not really. I wouldn’t say we are popular but we do have a few fangirls. We never had any conflicts with them anyways.

Y/n: Good to know.

Mingyu: Well we can talk more at lunch.

Y/n: Yeah. Thanks.

As the classes go by it is time for lunch and I leave with the girls and Mingyu. When we get to the table they start asking me and the girls about yesterday too. I explain the situation to them all and they are impressed.

Seungkwan: Wow! You guys are pretty brave.

Vernon: Yeah. Considering who you guys were up against.

Dahyun: They were asking for it. They pulled my hair, that hurt. *pout*

Vernon: Awww.

Dahyun: Not funny.

Yoojung: Well it’s over. Now we can pretend nothing happened.

Dino: Tell that to them.

Yoojung: Huh?

We turn around to see a group of girls walking towards us. It’s the plastics from yesterday. They seemed pissed about something, lemme guess, it’s because of the fight.

???: Hey! You.

Y/n: Moi (french for me. you uncultured swine)

???: Cool, she speaks french.

???: Shut up. Are you going to apologize for what you did to my boyfriend!?

Y/n: Hmm. No I think I’m good.

???: It wasn’t a question!

Y/n: Actually is was.

???: Ugh!

Y/n: You seem to be getting heated up. Here, let me help you

I grab my water and splash it onto her

???: UGH!!!! You BITCH!!

She grabs water and before she can throw it at me I hit it out of her hands and kick her away. Her friends try to grab me but I kick one away and the other tries to throw a punch but I grab her wrist and flip her onto the ground. The last one just runs away.

Of course, I was called into the office and I was sent off with a warning and a week of detention. I got a lighter punishment because my uncle was the principal. I am so done with school that the next periods go by and I can barely remember what we learned about.

Yoojung and I catch a ride with Minghao since he offered.

Y/n: Thanks for the lift Mingie

Minghao: Is that what your gonna call me now.

Y/n: Why not. It’s cute.

Minghao: Whatever.

Yoojung: Why didn’t you leave with the other guys? Were you waiting for us? Awww how sweet~

Minghao: No. I live near you guys.

Yoojung: Oh really. How come we don’t see you then?

Minghao: I leave my house early so I can pick up some of the boys and head to school.

Y/n: Do they not have a license or a car?

Minghao: They do, but I guess it’s better to have a chauffeur.

Yoojung: It is nice.

After a few more minutes we make it to our street and we say goodbye to him. We walk up to our driveway and I ask Yoojung about those girls.

Y/n: So who are those new faces?

Yoojung: The girls? They are like groupies to the boys.

Y/n: That one girl said that he was her boyfriend.

Yoojung: She thinks she is in a real relationship, but her ‘boyfriend’ is sleeping with her friend Jisoo. The one you flipped.

Y/n: What about the other 3?

Yoojung: The one that you kicked is Lisa along with the one with the girl who tried to throw water at your face, Jennie.

Y/n: And the one who ran away?

Yoojung: Rosè.

Y/n: They got a group name too?

Yoojung: Blackpink.

Y/n: How nice.

Yoojung: Come on let’s hurry.

Y/n: Yeah.

After we made it to our house we washed up and got ready for bed. We end up going to sleep at 10:00 which is not usual for us. Night falls and we are sound asleep.

****RRRRRIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG****

Y/n: UGH!!!!

Yoojung: GET UP!

Y/n: AAAHHHHH! WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM!!!

Yoojung: BECAUSE!!

Y/n: Well?!?!

Yoojung: I don’t know. I wanna use your car to go to school this time.

Y/n: Fine. Go get ready.

Yoojung: Yess!

After getting ready we use my car to go to school. I also decided to wear some nicer clothes just cuz. I put on a crop-top and some distressed Bermuda shorts.

We left pretty early in the morning. To our surprise we saw Minghao drive pass us, we honked to get his attention and he pulled over and we drove next to him.

Minghao: Look who decided to wake up early.

Yoojung: Yeah. I’m surprise she wakes up early, I’m usually the early one.

Minghao: Must’ve been a hassle to get out of bed.

Y/n: sure was.

Minghao: Well since your up, mind helping me pick up some of the boys.

Y/n: Sure.

Minghao: Sweet. Text you the adress and who your picking up.

Y/n: Mkay.

We headed out and I had the pleasure of picking up BooSeokSoon. It was quite the ride to school and let’s just say Yoojung had never met anyone more energetic than her. After picking them up we headed to school and Yoojung immediately yelled at Minghao for letting them ride with us.

Woozi: How come you guys didn’t wanna pick the rest of us up?!

Minghao: Didn’t have room to fit anymore.

Y/n: Me neither.

Jun: Don’t you have a truck Minghao?

Minghao: Yeah. I just didn’t want to pick up all of you

Woozi: Why you lit-

****RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG****

Minghao: Oh! Saved by the bell. See ya!

Woozi: I’m gonna kill you later.

Yoojung: Come on let’s head in. Jeongyeon is already inside.

Y/n: Dahyun?

Yoojung: You don’t know this but Dahyun is running a little late. Slept late.

Y/n: Oh. Mkay.

We all head in and go to our classes. The normal schedule and boring classes. I almost forgot about detention too, I wasn’t looking forward to it. It was almost the end of the day and I had Math for my last period, hated the most but not because of the work but the people. I had some of the guys from BTS and EXO, one was starring at me for a very long time.

1 Hour Later

It was the end of the day and I headed to the class that detention was held in, the science room. I made my way to the back of the class noticing the 2 other kids in the class. I sat down and put on my earphones to listen to Bazzi I.F.L.Y (A/N: Great song) and tried to fall asleep.

A couple of minutes and I feel someone playing with my hair. I jolt up and look around to see BTS and EXO around me sitting.

Y/n: What the hell are you guys doing here!?!

Kris: We got detention.

Y/n: All of you!

Kris: Yeah

Luhan: *flirty tone* What’s wrong with that babe?

Y/n: Uhh, everything.

D.O: Calm down. We didn’t come here for you.

Y/n: So why are you talking to me.

Jimin: We wanted to make sure you don’t do anything stupid again. We are letting you off with a warning.

Y/n: Or what?

Suho: We may do something you won’t like and you’ll blame us. We did give you a warning though.

Y/n: Whatever I do I take responsibility. If you bring any of my family or friends into this you’ll be the ones to regret.

Luhan: *Leaning towards me* I really like you.

*Silence*

Sehun: I think you should just. Si-sit down.

Y/n: Yeah.

Taehyung: Listen. I feel like we’ll run into each other a lot more so just get used to us.

Y/n: I’m not gonna be your friend if that's what you're after.

RM: We aren’t. We just want to be on mutual grounds with you since we know you like starting fights.

Y/n: Can’t make any promises though.

RM: Good enough.

After detention, I run out of the class hoping they aren’t gonna follow me or want to talk to me more. As I get into my car I got a knock on my window and notice it was one of the guys. I didn't know his name though, I just roll my window down.

Y/n: Yes?

???: I don’t think we met before. My name is...

FIN

That’s all for now. Find out who it is and what he wants next time. If you want to tell me who you want it to be and it just might be.

See Ya!✌❤

#try_me #svt_exo_bts

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chaseagainstonision · 5 years

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Mkai, androidethics, I'm just gunna address this real quick. I'm 99% sure that you're the same user from this post. Also, you could have just @'d me (or any of the other users) since I am primarily the only one who uses Taylor instead of Lainey or Kai. And for full disclosure, I am bi and genderfluid. Again, I do not think that Taylor is trans. I think that they only have body dysmophia and that they've been so fucked up and manipulated by Gerg to actually grow up properly and explore who they really are. I also know that Gerg has named them and I know that, coming from him, that's a manipulation tactic to control and own Taylor. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable knowing that and, thus, I refuse to use any names that Taylor hasn't picked out for themselves. I also don't believe that Taylor is trans becuase of the doubling down they've done on various things. Things like not really wanting too deep of a voice, body hair, not wanting a larger adam's apple (that's not how that works), etc. They've also only said that they wanted a smaller chest, since their grew during pregnancy (since, biologically, you're chest gets bigger if you're pregnant becuase milk production) and because that was the source of their supposed dysphoria, that's what leads me to believe that they're not trans and just have body dysmorphia. Which, that's not a bad thing to have opposed to being trans, becuase it's something that happens. Taylor seems not to think that it's also okay to be a tomboy or be cis and like traditionally boyish things. And if they went and admited that they weren't trans and just a tomboy, that'd be fine. There are just a lot of things that don't add up that they've done though their actiongs and said in videos and posts and what not that don't add up. And it not just centralized in one single livestream. We can focus on multiple things, not just whether or not Taylor is trans or not. But, the two of them have just become so boring and contiuously cycle through the same handful of things that there's not really much to point out that we haven't already. There's only so many times that we can point out the same bad behavior that it because tedious since they both have learned not to be so open about their shit behaviours. But I'm just an asshole, so what do I know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#gender #discorse #taylor #laineybot #Onision

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andagii-writes · 6 years

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“A Drop Echoes” Postmortem

Or as I like to think of it, a grand old vomitfest that I've been writing in between chapters so I can keep myself oriented on the fic. And I waited until I finished uploading A Drop Echoes in the Hollow to post it here.

Speaking of which, did you guys enjoy it? While I see all the comments and kudos and bookmarks on AO3, as well as reviews, favorites, and follows on fanfiction.net, I just want to ask. It's literally been nearly 6 years since I posted ANY fanfic online, and having had a not-so-good experience with online socializing or collaboration before, I'd been fairly apprehensive to start posting again.

Shout-out to both Ginger and Draco @gingerdrakewrites and their fics for giving me the courage to move on from those bad memories, and spurring me to start writing and posting again.

I’m here to share some thoughts with y'all about this here fic, 'kay? It's gonna be a long one so pull up a chair, warm up a tea or coffee or cocoa or whatever, drape yourself in a blanket, and relax.

Regarding Kutone

Writing professors told us all the time, that the first full-length project we finish will almost always be some kind of autobiography.

While I haven't had the same tribulations as Kutone, yeah, she is my autobiography.

Mixed race, Afro-Asian. Fairly successful in academia and supposedly has the potential to do more, but she throws it away to pursue something for her own sake. Overcomes self-inflicted isolation and learns to trust and love people again. (Admittedly, I'm nowhere close to doing that last bit.)

After that, she's the ideal I want to be.

Successful. Cool. Sexy. Independent. A little bit taller. A bit of a baller. Badass. Experienced. Confident. I count all these things she has that I don't, and I shrivel up inside.

So here's Kutone, the woman I wish I could be, and I, as the writer, pushed her off her pedestal and shattered her. It felt nice. That there's character development, supposedly.

Writing professors and college-level workshop mates also told me "don't use exotic names for your characters."

To that I say fuck all y'all.

Regarding Sebastian

AKA, the major reason why I decided to purchase Stardew Valley in the first place. Funny story, this one. I was scrolling through the screenshots on the Stardew Valley Steam page, and I think there was a screenshot that happened to show Sebastian's sprite. "Oh okay," I think, "he's kinda cute."

My sister charges in, takes one look at the screenshot, and says, "Man I was about to say he's cute, but god that nose..."

And as we cackled at Sebastian’s expense, I bought the game and started playing it. Made Kutone my avatar (meaning she seriously had no significance until I developed a certain businessman...) and started futzing around in Stardew Valley. With Harvest Moon and Animal Crossing under my belt, I got it pretty quickly.

Met Sebastian and had to put my head down for a few minutes.

‘This man is a reflection of me,’ I thought. I know a lot of other players feel the same way, like the dev had unknowingly taken a piece of my psyche, molded it into pixels and coding, and then, huh, here's a relatable character named Sebastian. That being said, I wanted to write him in a way that avoided the usual tags and labels people tend to slap him under: "emo," "goth," "depressed," "anxious," "gloomy," and basically every other iteration of those words that I felt made him so... meh, you know?

I settled on a new label for him, a label intrinsic to A Drop Echoes: "pathologically introverted."

The guy's actually really expressive, you know. It's just that, due to not being able to wholly trust anyone, he doesn't readily show those expressions. Which would explain why he's such close friends with Sam, and it also gives him a whole other layer of characterization to work with. Minimal, yet loaded. I guess that's where the popular "emo" tag comes from, but I'm still not a fan of the nuances of that label. Yes, he's emotional, and he tries, I think, to not show it, but in the face of sheer logos (like Demetrius), Sebastian knows he doesn't stand a chance. He's hyper aware of the fact he's emotional, but can't compromise that with his more logical side. So he shuts it away.

He needs a safe place to open up. Sam is that safe place. Abigail is that safe place. To a lesser extent, Robin is that safe place. And in writing A Drop Echoes, I wanted him to find another safe place--a permanent safe place--in Kutone. Someone who's a lot closer to him in personality, and someone who seriously puts her faith in him as a safe place. More than anything else in his life, that reciprocation is the magic he needs to "come alive" again. After that is a matter of, will he take it and run and see how far he can go? He knows he has potential. And he has his plan: take his bike out and never look back. Head out to the city and live his ideal life there. Does he fulfill it?

The original game didn't let him.

I like to think Kutone did.

Regarding Rhei

Origin? I had a crush on someone a lot like him--though mine was more angelic in comparison to devilish Rhei--at the same time I remembered a rule in a handbook about no dating in the same workplace. Yeah...

Anyway, based on what I eyeballed from the comments, about 96% of you hated Rhei. How do you feel about him now? Tell me things!

At the time I wrote the chapter starring him, I made this post, which was basically me fangirling over my own character.

Bet you didn't click it. That's okay. TL;DR, Rhei very nearly destroyed the rest of this fic, because Kutone was thiiiiiiis close to getting back together with him. Maybe in some AU version of the fic, they did, and that would be an interesting story on its own. She would have totally broken Sebastian's heart. Totally. That would have been some fun angst to write, but dealing with love triangles and their fallouts--even thinking about that concept makes me shrivel up inside.

I actually have an entire standalone document detailing Rhei and Kutone's relationship! How it started, how Jaci got involved, how successful Rhei and Kutone were, how deeply in love they were. They were too perfect for each other, so they burned up like blazing sawdust. This piece is their theme song. (Also I'm in love with biosphere mkay spare me.)

Regarding Changes

Grading myself here, I think I'm at a B-?

I did good on this fic. Still a good chunk of room for improvement, but despite the fact I want nothing more than to get it out of my face, I like what I've done. Like damn. I wrote a book and I kinda like it.

Things I'd change:

1. Wordiness - I do get too purple in some places, but I also would not sacrifice my prose poetry in certain parts either. 2. Risks - I thought about a lot of these. For instance, Kutone should have slept with Alex, and Seb should have caught them. Again, like Rhei barging in, this would have changed the entire arc of the fic, and I believe that once you cheat, there's no going back to what you were before. Doubt's always going to be a source of conflict in the relationship, and I refuse to believe people like Sebastian or Kutone would ever trust each other again if an affair was on the table. So I shriveled away from that risk too. Sometimes, I gotta let my imagination go there, and see where each rabbit hole takes me, y'know? 3. Omit BS - I'd either cut or fuse a lot of the early chapters. Also, much as I love Alex, a couple of his chapters were really unnecessary. 4. Character arc/Story arc - Is it even there? It needs more! What is even a climax? That was always the one point in the "mapping plot arcs" lessons that I could NEVER understand! More studying necessary.

Any other thoughts? Anything you guys want to ask me about A Drop Echoes before I fully focus on Sunset Stars? Ask me anything, send me your thoughts, theories, conspiracies, cries of mercy, comments or questions to my characters, anything at all, to my lonely inbox.

Also, lastly, but not least, I want to use this moment to thank you all again. For real. Thank you for your love and support, and thank you especially for cheering Kutone on to the end.

With that...

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Hold On To Me Chapter 10 {biadore} -imafuckinglibra

Hello, Konichiwa, Bonjour, Hola, Aloha, Guten tag, Namastê. You know, I saw you’re looking like you wanna fuck me on the table backstage. Woos…this shit turned out super fluffy. Summary, mkay. Roy in hospital, Danny freaking out, Raja and Shane does a thing (not that thing) and then Danny taking care of Roy and fluff ensues. K bye.

Danny’s heart sank and his world started spinning. Shit! Shit! Shit! He dropped to the ground clutching his shakey knees.

Hospital. Roy. Hospital. Roy. Nothing else went through his head except those two words.

“Where are you? If you want to come see him Raja’ll come pick you up we’re still waiting for him to get admitted.” Shane’s voice was a strange mixture of fear yet calm. How the hell he managed that was a fucking mystery his voice trailed off and he could hear a commotion in the background.

“What did they just say about getting up!? I’m…hold on…” Danny could hear Roy arguing about something with Shane in the background.

‘At least he’s still okay enough to fight…okay it’s okay, he’s okay.’ Danny tried calming himself down.

“What’s up?” Aaron asked bending down beside him with his hand on his knee.

“You can go on ahead I uh, I have another ride don’t worry. Thanks, man.” He smiled at his friend. Taking a deep breath to center himself before he stood up.

Aaron threw his jacket over his shoulder and with a hug goodbye he walked out. Shoving the still embraced and bickering Cracker and Aquaria out of the hall with him.

“Shane? Court?” He asked when the voices on the other end had still not spoken.

“Sorry about that.” Shane’s voice more panicked than earlier. “Sorry for calling but…”

“I want to come see him.” Danny interrupted before he could finish.

“Okay…wait outside Raja’s leaving right now.”

“On my way, sweetie!” Raja yelled somewhere in the distance.

“Who are you talki…” Roy’s gravely voice could be heard in the back followed by what sounded like some very loud painful vomiting and a few people’s worried shouting.

Danny’s heart grew heavy, a sinking feeling about it being real that Roy was in the hospital scaring the shit out of him. He slammed his locker shut forgetting half of the things he wanted to put away and ran outside.

Sitting down cross legged in the middle of the parking lot so he couldn’t be missed no matter which way Raja was coming from he waited patiently.

With trembling hands he lit a cigarette, burning his finger accidentally when he wasn’t paying attention and couldn’t keep his hands still near the tip of his cigarette.

He took a deep inhale of nicotine and held it in his lungs for a second longer hoping it’ll ease his anxiety while wiping his runny nose with his sleeve.

It was as if all the tears and emotions he had been holding in all day were begging to be released all at once.

He knew he liked Roy, more than any other guy he ever had before but suddenly all his feelings were brought to the surface. His worst fear of losing Roy realized. He couldn’t even spend a day without him what would happen if something really bad happened to him? How would he…no. No. He can’t think about it.

With an exhale he wiped away any sign of distress quickly and tried distracting himself by watching the cars. Trying to figure out which one would be Raja’s, his little game ended up lasting longer than he’d have liked.

Soon enough though a familiar sleek black Mercedes rounded the corner at a dangerous speed and Danny slowly stood up walking to where he saw Raja entering. He half expected Roy to climb out seeing as it was his car, his heart aching when it was Raja instead who opened the door for him.

“You don’t have to put that out, I won’t tell Bozo we smoked in his car if you don’t.” Raja joked to lighten to mood lighting a cigarette as well. Despite the older’s efforts the ride was long and silent, an uneasy tension lingering in the air as they drove to the hospital. Danny’s stomach spinning fast and seemingly never ending like the wheels of the car they were in.

“You got him into drag right?” Danny asked taking one of Raja’s conversation baits.

“Yes ma’am. I’ve modeled and done drag all my life. I did make up he made gowns it just seemed right, like the perfect pair.” Raja smiled at him.

“Perfect pair? So you…”

“Oh hell no we never dated or anything, we kai kai’d a few times but when you’ve been friends for 10 plus years it happens.” This didn’t make Danny feel better.

Instead it just ignited his jealousy and insecurities. How was he supposed to compete with this inhumanly beautiful creature?

“You know, you seem like a nice kid so I’ll be honest…I’m a pretty open queen, but I’m still on the fence about you.” Raja’s eyes were focused on the road, avoiding Danny’s.

“What? Why? What did…what I do?” Danny stuttered thrown off by his comment.

“But! But he does seem happy with you. Besides the whole ‘Oh no I’m a terrible person!’ or ‘What the fuck am I doing?’ 3am drunk rambles I get he seems happy with you.” Raja nodded as if he was reminding himself of something more than he was reassuring Danny. “And I genuinely like you, you’re a cool kid. Just know if you fuck this up I’ll be the one who has to fuck him and hold him and feed him vodka till he’s okay again. I’ve been there done that, don’t want to do it again. And I will physically murder you if I have to.”

After that the conversation went dead again.

“Hey, we’re here…yeah…yeah…yep, what room?” Raja called Shane when they started making their way into the building.

Despite his anxiety being through the roof Danny couldn’t help but stare in astonishment at Raja and how effortlessly cool and ethereal he moved and acted.

Even just walking through a fluorescent lit dreary hospital corridor his hips swayed as if he was on a high fashion catwalk with all the spotlights on him.

“Knock knock.” He tapped on the open grey door before walking in smiling at presumably Roy or Shane inside. Danny had no idea who though, he was still standing outside, his legs unable to move. “I brought the babe, you’re welcome.”

Fear, anger, heartbreak, longing, anxiety, confusion, more fear…it was all crashing over him once again. He took a deep breath closing his eyes as he took a step forward into the doorway with his head tilted down.

“Oh for fu…What the fuck are you…I’m calling deportation!” Roy groaned. “Hi, Noriega.”

Danny kept his head down when he opened his eyes still too afraid to look at Roy in the hospital bed in case it was bad, tears immediately flowing down his face and his body shaking though.

He tried to wipe his eyes with his sleeves but the tears seemed to flow faster than he could swipe them away.

“Okay that’s unnecessary just come here.” Roy sighed holding his arms out.

Danny walked forward slowly dropping onto the bed covering his face with his palms. His tears now flowing even heavier as his sobs grew when he felt the familiar warmth of Roy’s strong arms surrounding him. Goddammit he missed his arms.

He missed Roy.

“Hey, it’s all good, it’s all good. I got you.” Roy tried shushing him rocking him in his arms, his voice considerably groggier than normal before it became panicked. “Dan…wait, someone…”

Shane grabbed his leg and told him to get up quickly. He tried looking back at Roy to see what was wrong but Shane turned his head back holding his face still. Danny wanted to ask what was going on but when he heard some violent vomiting behind him he figured it out.

He turned around when the room went silent again, his heart dropping and his skin running cold at the sight of Roy.

His skin abnormally pale, sweat around his temples, moisture around his reddened eyes from throwing up and various tubes and wires running up and down his arms with a few around his chest.

“Wow you don’t have detention for once how did that happen?” Roy joked. His dimples lifting around a small smile, clearly an attempt to make Danny feel better more than anything else. He saw it wasn’t working and reached out to tug on his hoodie. “Come here, baby.”

Danny climbed back onto the bed hesitantly cuddling up to Roy, his head in the shoulder of the arm wrapped around him rubbing his back.

Seeing Danny there was a complete shock for Roy and even though he pretended that he wanted to kill Shane for calling him he was actually very grateful. Having Danny there lifted his spirits despite the teen clearly being a complete mess.

Raja and Shane looked at each other knowingly and quickly made an exit leaving the pair alone, closing the door behind them to give them some privacy.

“Did you give him the speech?” Shane asked slyly grinning at his much taller friend when they were out of ear shot of the couple.

“Oh yeah.” Raja grinned throwing his arm around Shane as they walked down the hallway to the cafeteria. “Scared the shit out of him, I think we did good.”

“You stink.” Roy commented but when Danny looked up in panic he snorted. “Kidding! I’m kidding, you do reek of smoke though.”

“You reek of hospital…and a bar.” Danny said softly, his voice breaking at the word hospital.

“I know I’m sorry, told you I’m from New Orleans.”

“Why are you here? Why didn’t you tell me you’re here? I was fucking freaking out all day because you weren’t texting back and then you weren’t there in…” Roy shushed him when his mind started spiraling with his mouth firing out everything as it came up.

“It’s all good now it’s okay. Which question do you want answered first?”

“Are you dying?”

“Oh god I hope not.” Roy laughed but when Danny scooted closer pushing himself up with his hand on his stomach he winced. “Okay ow, gentle bitch.”

Danny’s eyes flicked from Roy’s face to his hand, quickly lifting it up afraid of hurting him again. “Shit, sorry!”

Roy took the raised hand into his own, giving the back of it a kiss holding it against his cheek to enjoy the feeling of skin on skin contact.

“It’s not that bad, don’t worry. Are you okay? You look like a fucking mess and that’s coming from me.” He examined the redness around one of his knuckles. “What happened here?”

“Accidentally burned myself. And yeah I’m okay. Just thought you left and that yesterday was goodbye goodbye so I don’t know…”

Roy let go of his hand and ran his cold fingers over Danny’s damp cheek, lifting his chin with them so he could give him a small kiss.

Probably wasn’t the best time but they both needed it so screw it.

Roy tasted of vomit and…blood? But it didn’t stop Danny from leaning in further for a kiss, his hand cupping Roy’s stubbly cheek to pull him in closer.

“It wasn’t meant as goodbye goodbye, but I get it.” Roy pulled back from their kiss, dropping his head into the pillow turning it to look Danny in the eyes. The young man with his hand still on his cheek now playing with the fluff that had grown from not doing drag in a few days.

“After that thing yesterday I was same as you I guess. I needed to not think or feel anything so I went to the bar, drank myself under a table and got my ass kicked.” He shrugged as if all of this was as mundane as wiping your ass.

Danny’s hand halted and his eyes went wide already watering up again. He leaned in again for another kiss to show the boy he was fine. “Hey, I’m good now learn to listen, bitch. They said I can go home tomorrow.”

“Nurse said you can only have 2 visitors so I’m heading out, and if they ask you’re Courtney’s brother we didn’t mention the student thing don’t worry. Show him your stomach though it’s gnarly.” Raja leaned into the door interrupting them. Roy thanked him and he left almost as fast as he had appeared.

“Stomach?” Danny asked looking down. Roy nodded giving him the go and the teen slowly pulled down the blue blanket off him. Lifting the hospital gown up exposing his grey underwear stained red from where he puked on it earlier.

A dark redish-blue bruise around his navel with red spots splattered over it and a matching one on his ribs now very visible. He gently trailed his fingers over it to examine it but not hurt him.

“I was trying to get in my car to…not important nevermind, but was too fucked up to actually get it open when some guys jumped me. They took my wallet and my phone, that’s why I didn’t text you, I’m sorry I had you worried.” Roy clarified placing a small kiss on his cheek watching the lanky fingers on his abdomen move.

“Or anyone.” Shane came in holding a can of Pepsi and a sandwich, the sight of food causing a loud growl to erupt from Danny’s gut. “Figured you’d be hungry since you just came back from school, guess I was right, hope this is okay?”

Danny sat up when Roy gave him permission to eat and started unwrapping the meal Shane handed him, “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t tell anyone. He walked home but called me earlier on his house phone of all things asking me to pick up his car and drive him to work because he overslept. When I got to his apartment he looked like death and after telling me why I brought him here.”

Danny looked behind him at Roy but he reassured him he was fine and continued calmly rubbing his back as he listened to the rest of the story chewing his food.

“We waited for almost 2 hours till he started throwing up blood and they finally admitted him. But, while we were waiting this idiot told me what happened yesterday so I had to call you! How can you let this poor baby go like that! You monster.” Shane crossed his arms glaring at Roy.

“I didn’t let him go I just didn’t want to be caught! Listen, sneaking around fucking a 18 year old at…”

“19.” Danny interrupted because apparently age was what was important here.

“I thought 18?”

“Nope, 19.” Danny took another big bite, “My birfthday wath Thaterday.”

“You’re birthday was…what?” Roy tried sitting up but a sharp pain shot through his abdomen. “Nope, nope, nope. Going back down.”

“And you do go down very well.” Danny joked wiggling his brows at Roy.

“Shut up and eat your shit.” He pushed the giggling face away from him.

“I want the details later by the way. You can’t be too shabby either seeing as he…” Shane grinned at Roy, the smugness practically dripping off his face. “Roy. Tell our little Danny boy here why you were so desperate to get in your car in the first place last night.”

Roy’s pale skin became flushed both from embarrassment and anger and he had to drop his head to avoid Danny’s stare. “Have you uh…have you ever seen The Graduate?”

Shane’s grin grew wider looking at Danny waiting for an answer. The teen nodded unsurely which somehow made both Roy redder and Shane grin wider.

“You know how, in…in the end, uh he…he runs to stop the wedding and they drive off.” God he was stuttering this is ridiculous. “I was planning on driving to your house and…you get the idea.”

Danny’s eyes went wide, almost as wide as his mouth. Shane excitedly nodded at Danny laughing loudly, embarrassing Roy Haylock was truly the best day of his life.

“I was wasted!” Roy defended raising his voice a little too high.

“Okay don’t break a rib…Daniela,” Shane turned back to the teen who was now just as red and looking down at his hands. “Would you like to stay or should I take you home?”

“Can I stay?” Danny asked looking back at Roy for an answer.

“Why?” He wanted Danny to stay obviously but what to do with his feelings were still too unsure for them to be alone in a small room.

He knew he wanted to be with him, clearly, he nearly drove to his house at drunk as fuck at 4am to tell him that but their situation was too fucked up, especially now thanks to Shane. Shady bitch.

“I don’t know, to take care of you…Mrs Robinson.”

Roy protested at first and read him for getting the name wrong but when the pain in his gut got too much to handle he gave in, curling over to one side like a wounded animal.

Roy’s motto had always been ‘Never let a bitch see you sweat’ so for him to be this vulnerable hurt his ego more his injuries hurt him physically.

“I need you.” Roy reached around to grab his hand. “Just distract me.”

“What?”

“When you had your concussion, fuck this shit hurts.” Roy’s voice was strained, the pain clearly affecting him too much which made Shane run off to leave them alone but also to call the nurse and ask for pain meds.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Danny popped one earbud into Roy’s ear and then the other in his own so they could listen together.

The soft guitar strumming of Look at me by Semi Precious Weapons playing as Danny took his place behind him, spooning him with his arm under Roy’s.

The man clutching his hand tightly to cope with the agony while Danny softly sang along to the song. Placing small kisses on his shoulder and neck with soft whispers telling him he’s there between his singing.

You look gorgeous by the light of my phone Please move closer dear, you know I live alone Subtlety is not my strength, so pay attention to my face Subtlety is not my strength but patience is, so I’ll just wait

If you wanna dance, I’ll dance If you wanna touch, I’ll touch If you wanna kiss, I’ll kiss Just look at me while we do it Look at me while we do it

“I didn’t mean to hurt you yesterday.” Roy suddenly said through gritted teeth when the song switched.

“I know.”

“I’m just so fucking scared.”

“I know.”

“I always plan ahead, shit this is really fucking bad.” His fingers between Danny’s grew tighter the tighter the stinging in his abdomen grew. “I never seem to be able to plan ahead with you, I don’t know what this is and that’s the scary part. Is sneaking around fucking in a closet during detentions really all we are now? I mean that shit is insane.”

“Isn’t that enough?” Danny pressed his forehead against Roy’s damp back.

“Is it?” Roy’s voice got low, so low it was barely audible.

They laid in silence for a while just listening to the music switch to Courtney Love waiting for Roy’s pain meds to kick in and he could finally calm down. Both mentally and physically.

He scooted around so they could be looking at each other, Danny’s eyes still puffy from crying matching the puffiness of Roy’s swollen cheek.

Their faces were only an inch or two apart, so close they could feel the other’s breathing on their lips. Roy brought up his hand that had the tube stuck to it with a white square piece of tape, his thumb gently trailing over Danny’s bottom lip before it moved down to his chin.

“I adore you.” Roy whispered.

“Please don’t die on me.” Danny whispered back.

Roy tilted his head when he saw Danny leaning in to close the space between their lips. No words needed - just lips. Slowly and tenderly saying what they each felt.

“I’m glad you’re here, I needed this. I needed you.” Roy breathed between kisses.

Their tender moment being interrupted by Shane knocking on the door. “I’m heading out, I’ll be back in an hour just need to run to the shops. Can you keep an eye on him?”

“Aye aye.” Danny saluted him goodbye.

“What time is it?” Roy suddenly asked looking at Danny’s phone to see it’s already 3pm.

Danny watched him confused at why he was suddenly so concerned with the time and where the remote for the tv was.

Flicking through the channels it hit Danny who was on every day at 3pm - Judge Judy.

“You’re such an old ass bitch oh my god.” Danny laughed scooting away from Roy when the nurse brought his lunch in.

“I love her I, I watch her all the time because she makes me laugh.” Roy clarified when the nurse was out.

“I cannot believe you actually watch this shit, man.”

“Shut up she’s smart and she’s funny and she’s a total bitch.”

“Mh-hm.” Danny’s lips pursed to hide his amusement. In all fairness he watched her every day too but he wasn’t going to admit that now after making fun of Roy. “Let me feed you!”

Roy furrowed his brows shaking his head, “Really queen?” No way his stomach could handle any food right now but definitely no way he could handle Danny feeding him.

Danny pouted crossing his arms but eased up when Roy surprised him by resting his head against his chest. His heart started racing and he was almost positive that Roy could hear it or even feel it. This was intimate and real and…so amazing.

They sat like that watching the rest of the episode about some mom who wanted money back for a bus ticket she bought her daughter. Danny’s arms now relaxed around Roy who was laying down with his head nuzzled up on his chest, his one hand between Danny’s knees.

Roy wasn’t usually one who cuddled up to anyone but he was in pain and Danny was there with his arms around him. Seemed appropriate.

“He looks like my cousin.” Danny casually mentioned during an ad break, the face tattoos and shaved head a popular style in the Noriega clan.

“Really?” Roy looked up at him, he wanted to make a chola joke when a sharp stabbing pain suddenly shot through his gut. He hunched over reaching for something on the counter next to them.

Just in time Danny grabbed the little kidney shaped bowl Roy was reaching for and held it out of him, rubbing up and down his neck gently as he spat up some blood and the small part of his lunch he ate.

This wasn’t as grand as pushing him in front of a bus and saving him miraculously just in time but hey this was as good a way to pay Roy back for being there for him so many times as any.

“Shit I’m sorry.” Roy’s voice was raw, harsher than usual from having thrown up already 3 or 4 times that day. “I…I’ll go…”

“No you won’t! Stay put.” Danny jumped off the bed to go throw the contents away in the bathroom. Returning with the now empty bowl and a ball of wet toilet paper which he held against Roy’s sweaty forehead.

“Thank you,” Roy swallowed his pride and took the assistance without a fight, except when Danny leaned in for a kiss. “What the fuck faggot? C’mon I just threw up, that’s nasty.”

“We’ve had worse.” Danny rolled his eyes kissing Roy anyway. The older blushing at the memory of them kissing to taste each others cum swirling in his mind. “Better?”

“Yeah…better.” Roy smiled and they resumed their previous position to finish the episode .

“Write me a note tell me I’m right or…tell me I’m wrong. I was wrong once in 1947”

“Isn’t that when you were my age?” Danny stuck his tongue out when Roy laughed at Judge Judy’s joke. Clutching his side in pain. Never try laughing with a bruised rib.

“Fuck you cunt.” Roy hit his chest.

“You know, I now totally get why you are the way you are.”

“I love her I wanna be her.”

“Listen, I’m smarter than your mother.” Judge Judy shut the girl on the tv down.

“Speaking of mothers and family and all that bullshit. Does he really look like your cousin?” Roy wasn’t letting this go, his inner nosey old lady had come out and he wanted to know more about Danny.

“He does, a bunch do actually but not John though. John’s my…Shit, John!” He jumped up frantically collecting his things.

Roy tried grabbing his hand but he was too busy typing something on his phone. “Dan.”

“Sorry I have to go.” Danny finally stood still and leaned down for a final goodbye kiss that turned into a final three kisses, Roy holding his hand tightly until the very last second.

“Now you can smell how stinky I am all day.” Danny playfully smiled draping his hoodie over Roy before he turned to walk out.

Roy was quicker than him though even when he was all drugged up and hooked his finger into one of the belt notches on his jeans, halting his movements.

“I miss you.” He let go of Danny’s jean and curled his finger inwards.

Danny bent down with his hands on the bed when Roy grabbed the sides of his face to pull him in for another kiss.

“I miss you too.” Danny finally admitted when they pulled back, their lips still pressed close together as if it was their life line and letting go would be life threatening. “Don’t die on me okay you old bitch?”

Roy gave another quick peck and with a defeated smile he watched him walk away. His smile becoming genuine when Danny pulled his shirt over his ass to avoid Roy pulling him back.

Roy held the old grey hoodie in his hands, examining the fabric between his fingers and savoring the smell of rose perfume, weed and cigarettes wafting off it.

He and Danny had an undeniable strange connection and he had no idea how to cope with it. He was technically an adult and Roy was only his substitute for the next 2 and a half months so after that it was fair game right?

But what did they do until then? Danny was still a kid, a senior in high school who was supposed to be feeling his oats, trying new things and living life. Was he keeping him from that?

“Chris is coming down next Friday for my super late birthday party thing.”

“Hm?” Roy looked up at Danny sitting by his feet, a lollipop he had randomly gotten somewhere stuffed in the corner of his mouth. Fuck he was cute.

Despite his prayers to any deity who’d listen Roy wasn’t cleared to go home the next day and had to spend another 3 days in the hospital. Just to be safe.

Turns out he had internal bleeding from getting gut punched so hard, not severe enough that it required surgery or anything drastic but not mild enough that it could go untreated either.

Thankfully Danny had visited him every day after school to keep him company and mostly just talk about what happened at school or just watch Judge Judy.

In that time they did have the chance to talk about their relationship though, relationship being a strong word but hey it fit…ish.

He had gotten some backlash from Danny when he brought up that their relationship should be open or at least have an option of being open. Danny blaming something about his venus sign making him possessive who knows.

His defense was that they couldn’t be an official couple because of their situation and that he wanted Danny to at least have the freedom or opportunity to date…or whatever else (he didn’t want to even think about it). Keeping it open just so he wouldn’t miss out on anything in his youth.

Danny agreed hesitantly after a few final negotiations. Long story short they decided to keep their relationship text based only. With the exception for when they were in drag of course, Danny easily won the argument there.

“And Chris is your…”

“Best friend.”

“From Texas?”

“Mm-yep.” Danny let go of the candy with a pop. “We’ve never hooked up don’t worry…we’re not you and Raja.”

Roy rolled his eyes before looking down at his lunch that they had brought him 40 minutes ago that he still hadn’t eaten. Jealousy bubbling inside him just at the thought, maybe an open relationship or the idea of it did bother him a little.

Danny could see the green wheels turning in his head and decided to test the waters a little.

“But there’s this one guy Jay’s invited to the party for me that’s pretty cute, hear he has a bomb ass dick who knows it’s been a while…”

“Oh…yeah definitely. Have fun.”

Danny got on all fours and crawled up to Roy making sure he didn’t place his hands anywhere he could hurt him or on any wires. Placing his forehead against Roy’s so those dark brown eyes could look up at him and only him. “I’m kidding, you know you’re my man. And no other can beat your bomb ass dick.”

Roy resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead leaned into a small kiss, little shit had him whipped and he knew it. His ego just wouldn’t let him admit it.

“When’s your birthday?” Danny suddenly leaned back on his knees sitting carefully on Roy’s thighs, probably the only place where he couldn’t hurt him.

“June 27th, why?”

“Cancer…ooh. Oh, that explains it, do you know your moon?” Danny ran his hands gently up and down Roy’s sides avoiding his bruises.

“My what? What the fuck are you talking about?” Roy laughed.

“Nevermind. When are you getting out?”

“Tomorrow thank god.” Roy took the chocolate pudding cup from his lunch tray and opened his arm, Danny immediately taking the hint came to sit next to him. The same position they’d spent most of their time together the last 2 days.

Peeling the lid off he gave it to Danny to lick clean first seeing his face light up like a toddler getting a treat. Between every mouthful he snuck Danny one too, the couple blissfully snuggled up with their snack.

Danny smiling contently when Roy snuck a kiss in before slipping the small white plastic spoon into his mouth. Taking another scoop he leaned his head on Danny’s shoulder so he could smell his perfume, it was sweet and felt so familiar it calmed him.

“We’re a couple right?” Danny suddenly thought out loud, taking the cup from Roy to help himself.

“Not if anyone asks.” Roy kissed his neck.

“But that still means we’re a couple right?”

“Yeah sure, honey.”

‘Honey. Shit that slipped.’ Roy internally panicked.

“Okay then like I’m your boyfriend right?”

“I…guess. Yes? Shut up.” Why did hearing Danny calling himself his boyfriend make him so giddy? “God I’m like one of my stupid students.” He thought out loud blushing and hitting his head on Danny’s shoulder.

“And isn’t it the boyfriend’s job…no, duty! Duty to drive his mans home after he gets out of the hospital?” Danny turned to Roy with a shit eating grin plastered on his stupid little face.

“You’re not driving my car!”

“But why?” Danny whined sticking out his bottom lip. Roy leaned in and bit it making Danny smile brightly. Roy really was the goofiest, sweetest guy when you least expected it. He let go of the lip between his teeth and moved his head up a little for a kiss.

“Fine but if you’re not careful I’ll fucking kill you!” Roy agreed and angrily stuffed the last of the pudding in his mouth. Danny’s idiotic grinning and swaying side to side making him look like a child. “You look retarded what are you doing?”

“You’re my boyfriend…you looooove me.” Danny singsonged his grin only growing wider.

Roy leaned over grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss, the couple both smiling into it. “Shut up before I change my mind.”

“I pinky promise not to crash your car.” Danny held his pinky up trying to keep his face as serious as possible to show he meant it.

“One more rule,” Roy held his pinky up too. “You stay off the fucking balcony!”

“Whatever…I’m your boyfriend.” Danny repeated with a big grin.

“You are my boyfriend.” Roy took hold of his jaw pulling him in for another kiss.

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