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1000brightstars · 3 years

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Phantom and baby goat

[NOTE: Hello! Please enjoy! Also, please imagine the goat with “Goat Simulator” physics lol I was watching Jack’s Goat Sim video while writing this.]

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Phantom wasn’t one for pets, he had no need for them and he was way too busy managing his club and workers to really keep one. One would even say that he wasn’t very good with animals, except that he was, but because his work had more to do with humans, so that’s what he focused on more. So, when you came home with a baby goat that you claimed followed you home and asked him if you guys could keep it, he rejected your request quite bluntly with no hesitation.

“No, we can't keep it.” he said sternly as he ignored your puppy dog eyes.

“But-”

“No is no. I’m too busy with the club and I barely even have time for you and-” he paused as he saw your face drop, “I didn’t mean that…” he said cautiously.

When you didn’t reply and stomped out of his office, Phantom sighed knowing that he was in trouble. If he wasn’t so soft on you, it wouldn’t have affected him so much, but he was and it did. Walking out and finding you outside his club holding the baby goat in your arms, he put a hand on your shoulder.

“Okay, what about we keep it while we try to find it a good home?” he asked.

You were enthusiastic and hugged him thank you. Phantom sighed wondering what he had gotten himself into.

The next day, you had to go into office to do some work and he was stuck watching the baby goat since baby goats weren’t allowed at your work...who knew.

Phantom sat doing paperwork as the goat kinda just stayed in the corner behind a tall gate, liek the ones used for babies and puppies, watching him. The small eyes were glued to Phantom, who did we mention wasn’t even a phantom? What was with the battle boys being named after spirits but not actually being spirits anyways? Must be a weird family thing.

Anyways, Phantom caught the goat staring at him.

“What do you want?” he asked, and then laughed when he realized that expecting a reply was quite dumb, “As if goats could talk...or even really think for that matter.” he muttered as he went back to his work.

The goat’s eyes then shifted to Phantom’s staff which was leaning against his desk. Phantom noticed this and grabbed his staff out of habit since he disliked people staring or touching his staff.

“This staff is more powerful than you will ever understand.” Phantom explained as his thumb caressed the crystal ball on top, “I use it to store the poor unfortunate souls that I get my hands on.” he continued with a devilish smirk growing on his face.

Being too distracted by his staff, Phantom failed to notice how the baby goat’s eyes grew wide in wonder as it obviously understood his words. Almost instantaneously, the baby goat jumped over the tall fence thing that it stood behind, it like mega jumped actually.

Phantom looked up in surprise, “What in the-” he managed to only get part of his sentence out before the baby goat again mega jumped, but this time onto his desk.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

The goat made whatever noise a goat made in response before it somehow grabbed Phantom’s staff by its tongue, like it legitimately grabbed the staff using its tongue that was somehow super long sticky. Then it ran out the door, or more like it mega jumped out of the office and out of the club.

Phantom just sat in his chair stunned.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” he shouted before he leapt out of his chair and sprinted out of his club and into the streets.

He could see a trail of chaos that he could only assume was because of the goat and his staff. People were on roofs, cars had crashed, and some buildings were on fire. How a baby goat could cause this much destruction in what had only been 30 seconds was a mystery...except not really because said baby goat had a staff of unmeasurable magic in its mouth.

Phantom panicked and followed the chaos. It would lead him into the dark part of the woods, and by dark part, we mean DARK PART. It was like 2 in the afternoon with clear skies and the sun high in the sky, but in this part of the forest, it was pretty dark...except for the weird red glow that was coming from deep within the dark part of the forest.

“What is this place?” Phantom asked himself as he continued to trek through the trees, “And why did the goat bring my staff here?” he added.

As he got closer to the red glow and towards a clearing, he gasped.

He saw a blood circle on the ground, and in the middle was the baby goat with his staff still in its mouth. By this time, Phantom was pissed. He stomped towards the baby goat.

“Enough games! Give me my-”

His sentence was cut short by the sound of cultish chants that seemingly came from nowhere. Looking around confused, he had no time to process or even wonder what was going on. The circle glowed brightly and multicolored smoke was being released from his gas, the souls that were trapped in it were being freed...into the circle.

Phantom could only watch as the souls engulfed the baby goat.

The chanting got louder.

The circle glowed brighter, if that was even possible.

Phantom had to shield his eyes as the light became TOO bright.

When the light disappeared, Phantom opened his eyes to see that the baby goat had vanished. In its place was a large black goat with glowing red eyes and huge horns.

“THE GOAT GOD IS PLEASED WITH YOUR SACRIFICE.” a ghostly voice said from the great beyond...or from Hell, we don’t even know.

Phantom looked at the goat in shock.

A short time later, you arrived back at home and ran excitedly to Phantom’s office to see the baby goat.

“I’m hooome!” you said bursting through the door.

“Welcome home!” Phantom greeted with a smile.

“Where’s the baby goat?” you asked cheerily.

On queue, the demon goat stepped from the shadows.

Your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, like that surprised Pikachu meme that was a big thing a while ago.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” you asked looking at Phantom angrily.

“Nothing!” Phantom said as he got up from his chair, “The baby goat stole my staff, brought it to a blood circle, and sacrificed the souls that were in it to the goat god to become a demon goat!”

You blinked a few times.

“No really, what did you do?”

Phantom sighed, “No, you have to believe me! The goat-” his sentence was cut off...which has been happening a lot in this story.

“Hey boss, I got those plans you asked-” one of Phantom’s bouncers walked into the office.

He was then promptly headbutted out of the office and out of the club by a swift headbutt from the demon goat.

You and Phantom watched as the bouncer flew out of the club and into the streets before looking back at the goat that stared at you both with blank eyes that glowed red like hell.

“Phantom.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m kinda scared…”

“Me too…”

FIN

[NOTE: This was kinda rushed sorry. I still like how this turned out. I had wanted to write a crazy goat story anyways since I saw Jack’s Goat Sim video. I was gonna include Marvin in this, but I kinda didn’t know how? Anyways, hope you enjoy! Now Phantom has a pet demon goat! And that’ll prolly stick since I like having all my stories take place in the same universe thing. Not that it matters, but the reader insert here would be different than the ones I use in stories with Mare. ]

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theanonauthorfanfic · 5 years

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A Prisoner and Her CO Pet

Title: A Prisoner and Her CO Pet

Square Filled: Characters are a Guard and Prisoner

Ship: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Major Tags: Blowjob, masturbation

Summary: Bucky and Steve had worked at the prison for 3 years and get a new prisoner when things change.

Word Count: 1697

Created for @mcukinkbingo

Steve and Bucky had worked together for a few years at the prison. They both usually worked the same shift. Working in a women’s prison was a little different at first for the both of them coming from a maximum-security men’s facility. Bucky and Steve joked about how the woman here could potentially flirt with the Correction Officers to get their way. It was a running joke between them for the 3 years they have been working together. They didn’t realize how true it would be.

Y/N was in and out of foster homes growing up. She was destructive and did things she knew was illegal. Y/N felt like no one cared for her and she used what she could to get what she wanted. Which is how she ended up in this prison. Y/N was working for the wrong people. She was caught selling drugs to some college kid on campus and the rest is history so they say. She had a record and had had one since she was 17. She was a bad seed and never seemed to keep herself out of trouble. This wasn’t her first time being arrested but it was her first time being booked and imprisoned. She had a 6-month sentence. Y/N was in a holding cell waiting for them to get her fully booked into the place. She saw a lot of female guards. Which pissed her off even more. How was she going to get what she wanted in here if there were no male guards? Y/N contemplated on what she would do.

Bucky and Steve were both told that they had a new edition coming to their unit. Her name was Y/N and she was convicted of selling drugs on a college campus it was her first drug related offense so she was going into the newbie unit that Bucky and Steve manned. Bucky and Steve joked about if this time it would be different. They had that running bet about the women prisoners in their unit using their flirty ways to get what they want. Steve always said that women had a better control of their baser urges then males did. Bucky had always said responded to him with how some women have the same thought process as a man and couldn’t help themselves. Steve always shook his head at Bucky.

“I can go down and pick her up from booking and bring her back her,” Steve suggested.

“Yeah, you do that. I did that last time and the dame I was picking up threw a shoe at my head,” Bucky scoffed.

“Buck, its because you are rude sometimes and she probably felt like you were going to harm her,” Steve had responded.

“Punk, you know that wasn’t the case. She was trying to create a scene so she could manage to get out,” Bucky retorted.

“I will go down and pick Y/N up from booking. Please make sure she has a bed that is already available and shit doesn’t have to be cleaned off of it,” Steve politely asked as he headed out of their office. Bucky muttered to himself and made sure the new inmate had a bed when Steve brought her back.

Steve was down in booking within 5 minutes from when he left Bucky. He wanted to get Y/N situated so she felt like she could trust her Correctional Officers. Steve didn’t know that Y/N was already planning on how to shorten her 6-month sentence.

“Hey Wanda, I am here for Y/N,” Steve chimed in.

Wanda looked up from her desk, “Hey Steve, Y/N really? They assigned her to you and Bucky. She is going to cause you boys some trouble.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Wan, I am sure Y/N will be fine. You say that about every girl that we get that comes to our section.”

“Steve, I have a feeling Y/N is going to be different. You won’t know what hit you,” Wanda retorted.

“Please just get me her so I can get back to watching out section with Buck,” Steve replied nicely.

“Its your funeral Steve,” Wanda shrugged her shoulders.

Wanda went and got Y/N out of the holding cell. Neither of them talked to one another.

“She is all yours Steve,” Wanda chided as she handed over Y/N’s paperwork.

Steve smiled at Y/N, “I am officer Rogers and I am going to be one of your correction officers. Me and my partner officer Barnes watch over the section you are going to be in.” Y/N didn’t answer him just followed him to his section of the prison. Y/N was thinking if he was a male office watching her section.

Y/N thought office Rogers was good looking and she could use that to her advantage. Y/N thought he looked like he was innocent and maybe naïve. Y/N softly smirked as she concocted her plan. She couldn’t fully have a plan in place until she got a glimpse of the other officer. Officer Barnes is what office Rogers had called them.

“This will be your bed. Officer Barnes made sure it has new bedding for you. Its not new but at least its clean. Officer Barnes come here and meet Y/N,” Steve called out.

Bucky came over, “Hello, I am office Barnes Y/N. I can tell we can be good friends.” Bucky knew this woman was a looker. Bucky could feel his dick twitch in his pants. Y/N noticed that officer Barnes flushed just slightly. Y/N knew this was going to be easy.

Bucky and Steve left Y/N to her room as they went back to their security room. Y/N knew they could see her in her room. She was using that to her advantage. Y/N stripped off her shirt and pants and laid on the bed in just her underwear and bra. Y/N slowly trailed her fingers up and down her stomach as she just laid there.

“God, she looks good Stevie,” Bucky stated.

“Buck, you are such a horny bastard,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Punk, she is laying in her room in just her bra and panties. She is trailing her fingers up and down her bare stomach,” Bucky responded gruffly. Bucky adjusted himself in his pants.

“You are a jerk,” Steve laughed. “This one may cause trouble Buck. She is one that may wrap us around her finger.”

Bucky chuckled, “I want to make her moan.”

“You are taking Y/N her dinner tonight,” Steve pointed out. Bucky nodded.

“If she is dressed like that, I may take her right there,” Bucky chided.

Dinner time came rolling around. Steve grabbed the dinners for all the other inmates. Bucky grabbed Y/N’s and headed to her room.

“Hey doll, it is dinner time. You hungry,” Officer Barnes asked.

Y/N looked at officer Barnes, “I am hungry and maybe for something a little extra too.”

“Yeah, what kind of extra doll,” Officer Barnes responded.

Y/N blushed lightly looking down at the ground, “Maybe help me out a little. Make me feel really good Officer Barnes.”

Bucky felt his cock twitch and grow half hard, “Maybe I can help you out doll. Such a pretty looking dame”

Y/N smiled softly at him. Bucky placed the tray of food on the table near the sink. He then slowly stalked towards her. Bucky lifted her chin with his index finger.

“You are going to be a good girl for me doll,” Bucky asked.

Y/N nodded innocently playing into the game she was creating. Bucky leaned in and kissed her softly and then turned it into a heated kiss. Y/N placed her hands on his neck as she kissed him back. Bucky’s hands began to roam over Y/N’s bare skin on her stomach and back.

“Your skin feels so soft Y/N. I can’t wait to feel you against me,” Bucky stated.

Y/N licked her lips, “Officer Barnes, I want to feel you on my tongue.” Bucky shifted in front of her. Y/N grabbed the belt buckle and began to undo it. Y/N bit her lip looking up at him as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. Y/N smiled softly and kitten licked his hard cock.

Bucky moaned, “Fuck Y/N that feels good.” Y/N swallowed him down to the root nose pressed against his abs, pubic hair tickling her nose. Bucky grabbed her hair holding her there feeling her choke around his cock. “Yeah choke on my cock baby girl.”

Y/N took a deep breath as she pulled off Officer Barnes cock. “Yeah, you like that Officer Barnes? Like when I choke on your cock?”

Bucky groaned as he pushed Y/N’s head back to suck him off. “Fuck yeah, baby. I want to feel your mouth on me. You look so damn pretty lips wrapped around my big cock.”

Y/N moaned around his cock as she bobbed her head. Y/N knew Officer Barnes was going to cum down her throat today.

All while this was happening in Y/N’s room. Steve was watching them on the camera. Steve was so hot and bothered by watching Bucky getting his cock sucked by Y/N. Steve felt his cock grow and press against his zipper. Steve opened up his zipper and pulled out his cock. He began to stroke himself watching Bucky fuck Y/N’s mouth hard and fast. Steve’s breath hitched as he got himself closer to coming. Bucky finally came down Y/N’s throat. Steve finished as soon as Bucky came. Steve shot over his hand and floor. Steve panted coming down from his high.

Bucky grabbed Y/N’s arm and hauled her to her feet. “That was so good baby girl.”

Y/N chuckled, “We need to do this again.”

“Most definitely Y/N,” Bucky laughed back.

“Baby, we need more time like this. I love being able to roleplay with you. I am sure Stevie had a good time too,” Y/N replied.

Bucky had to thank Tony for allowing them to use the empty part of the prison so they can live out a fantasy. Steve enjoyed watching his boyfriend and girlfriend fuck each other. That usually made Steve cum so hard. All 3 of them headed home to take things to the bedroom.

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thosekidswhohuntmonsters · 6 years

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Eve of Destruction

Summary: Everyone has a past, some more honorable than others. After a mission gone wrong, Bucky has no choice but to visit one of the darkest parts of his, the only glimmer of hope being you….if only you can forgive him after all this time..

Word Count: 2038

Song Pairing: Eve of Destruction- Berry McGuire

Authors note: This will be a mini-series so if you want to be tagged just comment below!

**if you comment or reblog my fics theres now a 110% chance I’d die for you**

You pulled out your dagger from the body laying at your feet, “Oh fuck me”. Cleaning your favorite weapon you rubbed it against your leg, the blood not showing against your black pants. Bucky continued to hold Steve up, “Doll I had too-”.

“Don’t doll me Barnes, it’s been five years. You really think bringing pretty boy here is a good idea?”.

Sam began to get a little ancy, knowing that Steve wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. He parted his lips to speak but Bucky narrowed his eyes, silenting telling him to not make this any worse.

Bucky sighed, “Look, you want his blood on your hands? You know what he means to me (y/n)”. Looking up at the sky you groaned, knowing that this was a bad idea but you had too.

You began, “Within two seconds of you being here someone’s already tried to challenge you, and if I hadn’t been here to take em out it would’ve been your ass on the floor”.

For affect you nudged the dead body at your feet, hoping it would remind Bucky of the severity of this entire situation. He tried to answer but you continued, “You’re lucky nostalgia is a bitch..follow me and don’t say anything until we’re in my room okay?”.

Bucky nodded his head, and after you turned around he smirked. Under his breath Sam said, “If you’re wrong about this place, I’ll make sure it is your ass on the floor”. Taking a step toward he helped carry Steve, easing the weight.

The three of them were currently on a secret mission, Steve abandoning the title of Captain America and all its’ restrictions, and finally doing some dirty work. Following up on an old hydra lead from Bucky’s past had lead them here.

Hecate’s Crossroads. A safe haven for mercenaries and criminals alike, a sort of playground for the worst of the worst. In Greek mythology Hecate was a shapeshifter goddess of dark and forbade forces, it seemed only fit to name the place after her.

It hid in plain sight, what appeared to be a hotel to most was actually an oasis for those who lived on the darker side of life. It had been a second home to Bucky when he was the winter soldier, which was how he knew to bring an extremely injured Steve here.

The men followed behind you, watching you type in your six digit code to leave the back alley and enter the building, and then another four digit code to enter the elevator and go to your correct floor and room.

Sam had thought he’d seen it all, but everything he was witnessing now was completely new to him. There were your classic goons and thugs, drug pushers and dealers, but there were also people with super abilities.

If Steve hadn’t been going in and out of consciousness he would’ve been just as shocked and intrigued. After what seemed like the hundreth code the men finally entered your room, Sam shocked once again to see how nice it was.

“Do I even wanna know how you pay for this?”. The men hoisted Steve onto your huge marble kitchen countertop, an almost makeshift operating table. While beginning to get to work you teased, “Hmm let’s pretend I get paid a $100 for every confirmed kill”.

After seeing the look in Sam’s eyes while trying to do that math Bucky intervened, “She’s kidding Sam”. Sam calmed down for a moment until he watched you silently mouth “no I’m not”. He sighed and instead chose to focus on Steve.

As you rolled up your sleeves Bucky opened multiple cabinets getting various herbs and crystals, this wasn’t the first time you’d both done this. He laid them around and on top of Steve, hitting all the right areas.

You rolled your head in a circle and cracked various bones, prepping your body for what you were about to do. After closing your eyes you told Bucky, “You owe me big time James”. That was the first time Sam had ever heard anyone called Bucky by his real name, not even Steve did it.

Unfazed Bucky nodded his head and let you get to work. As you slowly began to repeat an incantation various patterns appeared on your skin and began to glow a vibrant blue. Sam marveled as he watched the same patterns appear on Steve.

The longer you spoke the more vibrant the colors became, and they also grew and expanded. Within no time Steve’s entire body was glowing, and so was yours. Bucky smiled as he looked at Sam and how amazed he was.

Bringing your hands closer together you moved your fingers, a now navy ball of energy forming between your palms. Looking to Steve again Sam saw that same ball of energy surround Steve’s heart before almost exploding and reaching every inch of Steve’s skin as it disappeared.

The room fell silent as Steve began to wake up, his eyes glowing an intense dark blue for a moment. Abruptly he sat up, just as shocked as Sam when he realized he didn’t need any recovery time.

You weren’t just any normal human, you were half terran and half something else. You didn’t know much about your mother, but your father hadn’t been lying when he’d said she’d been special.

She’d given you your powers; they were almost like a ying and yang kinda thing. You had the ability to heal just about anyone or anything, but that could just as easily shift as to inflicting an umberable amount of pain.

You past hadn’t been perfect, especially when people realized how much damage you could cause, so you refrained from using them as much as you could.

“All fixed, now get pretty boy out of here before anyone else realizes you’re back James”. Following the sound of your voice Steve turned toward you, not only wondering who the hell you were but why you’d just called Bucky by his real name.

The sound of the door beginning to unlock made everyone tense up, and once again you reached for your dagger. Quickly Steve got off of the counter and took his fighting stance between Bucky and Sam.

The door crashed open, “Honeybuns I’m home- holy fuck you didn’t tell daddypool you were bringing home America’s sweetheart and his emo boyfriend! I would’ve freshened up”. Everyone eased up when they realized it was only Wade.

Pulling off his mask Wade moaned, “God sometimes it feels like I’m trapped inside a big red condom..I know safe sex is great sex..but I’d rather let life fuck my raw”. Sighing in annoyance you left the kitchen and joined him.

“It looks like it already has”. Wade threw the nearest pillow at you, hoping to stop your laughter. He narrowed his eyes, “Laugh all you want, but I know I’m totally in your clit-flicks”.

“Did you just try to do the female version of spank-bank..what is wrong with you?”. After answering with pretty much everything, Wade jumped up from the couch and entered the kitchen.

Like a complete animal he started to rummage through the cabinets looking for food. After stuffing his mouth as soon as he could he pointed to the countertop, “I see you’ve started the virgin sacrifice without me”.

Sam genuinely laughed for the first time all day, loving the insinuation that Steve was still a virgin. You turned to Steve, “It’s nice to meet you but like I said, you guys can’t be here”.

Steve didn’t even know where here was, and as he looked to Bucky he saw an almost shameful look on his face. Sam was sold, “I’d like to listen to the scary lady, let’s go before the lights go off and we wake up without kidneys”.

“Don’t worry Tweety, we go straight for the heart around here because it’s worth the big bucks”. Wade finished his sentence with a smile before stuffing his mouth again. Bucky took a step forward, “We’ll be on our way doll, thank you”.

You didn’t know why, but you felt a pang of regret after hearing him say those words. He looked at you solemnly, and you wondered if he’d felt the same way you had. You’d both be lying if you said the first time he’d left had gone smoothly.

Before anyone could say anything, you heard the worst sound anyone could hear in Hecate’s Crossroads, the lockdown alarms sounded throughout the entire building. Knowing what that meant Bucky immediately tensed up.

“James what did I tell you? Now we’re all stuck here until he decides we can go”.

Looking around the room metal suddenly surrounded all the windows and exits, literally locking you in the building. It was part of the protocol, someone would press a button and all exits would be blocked off.

Steve grew impatient hearing you call Bucky by his real name, it wasn’t that he was jealous it was that you obviously meant something to Bucky and he’d had no idea who you were. Wade put his mask back on, “You went and pissed of the big guy, even I don’t wanna poke that bear”.

“Buck, you need to start talking”. As Bucky looked to Steve he was filled with guilt. Bucky knew that this was a huge secret to keep, but right now he couldn’t tell Steve everything. You stepped forward, “No. We all need to get suited up and find out what he wants”.

Steve’s annoyance was more visible, “Who”. Steve continued to hold Bucky’s gaze, surprised to see his friends entire expression change. Bucky opened the cabinets under the sink, happy to see that’s still where you’d stocked your weapons.

“Titan”, Bucky answered while cocking his old favorite gun that you’d somehow kept all these years. The fact that it was just a one word answer scared both Steve and Sam, as if solely his name explained how dangerous this all was.

Wade laughed almost insanely, “Oh you think we’re bad news? That guy makes Hitler look like as intimidating as one of the fucking teletubbies…Laa-Laa though not Tinky-Winky because he’s seen some shit you know?”.

Slapping Wade behind the head got him to shut right up. Steve put his emotions aside, “So, what’s the plan”. Suddenly everyone in the room looked to you, making you look up at the sky and curse again.

There was another announcement that sounded through the entire intercom, Steve thankful that all you swears were now muffled. The voice was Titan himself, something that rarely happened.

It appears someone has brought Captain America here, and no one is leaving until we find his star-spangled ass and see if he really bleeds red, white, and blue. The doors of your rooms will unlock in five, which means his ass better be brought to the penthouse in ten.

It was like you’d asked the universe if things could get any worse, and it was doing it’s best to show you they could. Titan’s announcement would result in nearly every goon hunting down Steve, and you.

Before anyone could say anything Bucky held your gaze, for a moment acting as if it was just the two of you. His expression was soft, “I promise I won’t let you lose control, I won’t leave this-”.

If you let him continue his sentence you would’ve started crying. You needed to fight all the memories that were trying to resurface, “Let’s just promise to all make it out alive”. It wasn’t much, but Bucky knew it was the best you could do.

It was more than you owed him really, given everything he’d done it was a miracle you’d even helped Steve for him. Wade looked down at his adventure time watch, “We can save the longing glances and eye-sex for a later date, we got four minutes until this turns into a real life game of saw”.

You nodded your head, daring not to even look at Bucky right now because all the emotions running through you. You’d been right, nastologia was a bitch and it was making you realize that maybe you’d never stopped loving Bucky to begin with…

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diveronarpg · 4 years

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Congratulations, BATA! You’ve been accepted for the role of PUCK. Admin Rosey: One of my favorite points of this application were the plots because you highlighted how much you wanted Puck to confront realities that they’ve studiously looked away from or have been able to elude. I had to laugh at the description of Puck’s carreer choice -- it’s not glamorous but it’s definitely f u n. You managed to capture a certain amount of carelessness and happy-go-lucky recklessness, while maintaining how cutting and dangerous Puck could be as a character. Seeing them on the dash is going to be a definite breath of fresh air -- which will be short-lived, probably, considering the chaos that is bound to occur because of them. I can’t wait to see what twists and wildness you bring to the dash! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Bata

Age | 19

Preferred Pronouns | Any!

Activity Level | So, there’s four days a week where I work. Hooray for food service during a pandemic I guess! Those four days are super long and I can’t be on the dash. However, for the rest of the week, I fully intended to do at least one reply a day and to schedule replies for days I’m not on. I also plan to be on to talk with other writers every single day, even if it is only for short bursts or small pockets of time. In numbers, I guess a five out of ten?

Timezone | MST

How did you find the rp? | Um, I think I was tag browsing while procrastinating my homework back when school was in session and I stumbled across you guys? My friends rp a lot and told me which tags I’d probably like, so I took note of ‘em and searched them up every so often when I got bored, and I thought this looked super cool and took a note of it! Now that I have a job again and my life has kind of evened out, I decided now was the time to apply!

Current/Past RP Accounts | None, I haven’t written anything in a super long time.

IN CHARACTER

Character | Puck - Pavel Lam with no faceclaim change, I think Jackson Wang has a certain pizzazz to him that I like quite a bit. Koala-tea choice, admins. I also chose to use they/them instead of he/him pronouns for Pavel, just so you’re aware. Both options were listed and I chose the former! :D

What drew you to this character? | My answer is really short and simple (but I promise it isn’t because I’m not super invested in the character!). Pavel is loyal to themselves and couldn’t really care what the big men in the city are doing. This is so refreshing to me! The biggest thing I took away from their skeleton is that the city could burn around them, the mobs could tear each other until there’s nothing left of the people that once fought, and Pavel would laugh, pack up, and move on. I cannot overstate how much I love that. No, I adore that. It sets them apart from every other character, in my mind. I don’t approve of it, and I think it’s a really dangerous personality trait, but they’re so different from everyone else. And that was really what attracted me to them. There’s something super fascinating about that ideology and I desperately want to explore it!

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

BOY DON’T TRY TO FRONT: Pavel Lam has never, not in their entire life, cared about the expectations of others, unless they were an employer on one of their jobs. Money talks, after all, and until the greenbacks changed hands, they were willing to do almost anything for years. And if there wasn’t an opportunity, they made one, impersonating tour guides and all sorts of other stuff. Pavel kind of forced the world to allow them certain things. But that’s the only circumstance when that’s happened. Everything else, from the expectations society placed towards a “loyal” child to others’ opinions on their pronouns and gender expression, has been met with a laugh and a biting “Oh, love you too!” Pavel is Puck and Puck is Pavel and that is all they are.

Now, that’s all fine and dandy but Verona doesn’t care about things like that. The city is built on expectations and broken promises, and every person living there expects things and wants to see those things delivered. No one, not even Puck, the jester themselves, are immune to such a thing. People want things from them, expect certain actions to be taken, favors to be repaid, and all sorts of other complicated factors Pavel does not want to deal with.

I want them to be forced to deal with it. Perhaps Nick Bottom expects repayment for that bomb Pavel set off three hours early. Maybe Gertrude dispensed a captain/soldier team that ended up saving Pavel’s life and now the Montagues expect Verona’s (least) favorite knave to complete a job for them. Or, maybe, just maybe, they know something about the secrets that seem to swim through the veins of Capulets like fish and those associated with such a family expect them to keep their mouth shut. I just want Pavel to realize people expect things from them and if they don’t deliver, their head will be on the chopping block.

They aren’t used to something like that happening, after all, and I really think it could serve as this vague “come-to-Jesus” moment (as if they’d ever put stock in organized religion), where Pavel realizes if they don’t make a change, they’re going to pay a serious price, and that could really change how Pavel interacts with Verona.

I’M SENT FROM ABOVE: There is freedom in neutrality. True neutrality, not Capulet or Montague Lite like some other so-called neutrals hold, but actual neutrality. Pavel values that freedom above almost anything else, except their rose-gold headphones and the rest of their bank account. Verona is their playground, the paved streets might as well be clouds for how lightly they dance along them. And they’re willing to do almost anything for a pretty penny. Whether they were ordaining a wedding, crashing a wedding, or breaking an engagement off before the bride put on her freakishly-expensive dress, they don’t care. As long as it paid, they’re willing to try it.

That willingness to do anything as long as they’re paid might just lead a particularly desperate Montague or Capulet to their door, willing to pay anything as long as Pavel is willing to help them. Whether they want Puck to take out Alvise’s killer, Othello becoming so convinced of Desdemona’s continued betrayal that he wants her to suffer, or if someone just wants a stash of Titania’s fae blood destroyed, Puck would do it, and do it happily. Just as long as they pay. This would force Pavel to actually be involved in the mobs and their struggles in a fairly direct way that makes use of their talents! And that’s the main reason I want this. Pavel can’t be this lone island forever, and I refuse to let them be uninvolved for too long. There’s no fun in drifting above all this chaos, after all. And how can I possibly rain angst down upon their head if Pavel refuses to talk to any of the mobs?

HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME: The life of a killer (and anything else, really) for hire isn’t as glamorous as the movies make it out to be, but Pavel would be lying if they said it wasn’t fun. It’s a blast, and, if you were to catch them in a rare moment of honesty, they’d admit they wouldn’t change their job for all the money in a Capulet’s bank account. They’d be tempted, sure, but they likely wouldn’t. It’s freedom handed out along biting iron edges that dig into skin and heart, tearing into softness with a brutality probably only matched by Iago.

It’s a shame that others don’t seem to agree with them on the sheer awesomeness that is Pavel’s job.

Doing what Pavel does, it’s inevitable that enemies will be made, and will hang around for a good while after their dislike has been cemented. Pavel seemed to have amassed a collection of these, with the most notable of these being, of course, Nick Bottom. But there are others. There has to be. And whether they haven’t arrived in Verona yet or got there faster than Pavel did, I can’t help but think they’re coming. And they’re out for blood.

I want a rivalry. This is basically what this amounts to. And not a rivalry in the same way that Puck was written to have with Ariel, which I feel somewhat amounts to Pavel feeling undermined by Alva’s skills, but a genuine actual rivalry between assassins (and anything else) for hire. Pavel thinks they’re the best, that no one can compare to their skills. And they’re right to think that, but it’s also just straight up wrong. There’s no possible way that can be true, so the goal of this plot is to take that confidence Pavel has and to cut it down at the knees, to make them try and figure out who they are when their skills and job are in jeopardy, because I feel like so much of who Pavel is is tied to that. So, clearly, it needs to be stripped away!

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | I sure am! Look, Puck just kinda. Exists in Verona, free from all this Montague - Capulet stuff. I don’t think they’d know what to do with the expectation of loyalty from anyone, and that’s a great strength. But like, they doesn’t really care about the chaos Verona is currently in, beyond how it serves them. So the likelihood that they’re going to piss someone off and that someone is going to kill them? Oh, it’s massive. Sky-high probability. It’ll be their own fault too, so like, yeah, I’m chill with it.

IN DEPTH

In-Character Para Sample:

The room, from Puck’s perch, stretched into the untold void of normality, only to vanish at the corners as if it fell off the world like those old maps seemed convinced everything eventually would. Thank goodness there were fewer of them in the world now than there used to be. Their bank account was still amazed at how much flat-earthers would pay for proof of their beliefs without taking the time to invest in an insurance plan against Pavel’s more destructive tendencies. Their faith was met with ash, sealed in a manila envelope and signed with a delicate, arching “P”. The only other thing that package had contained was an index card with a smiley face. Faith was a weakness all to easy to exploit, and belief only turned defenses inward. That was the exact reason Puck refused to humor either of such things. There wasn’t any use believing in the goodness of others or the gentleness of their hearts, not when ash-filled envelopes were so easy to get through the mail.

Besides the point. Irrelevant. Potentially useful for the end of this job, yeah, but they weren’t there yet, were they? Ding-ding, five points to the person crouched below the roof. Ten more and they’ll be able to trade in their earnings for a Starbucks gift card. Assuming this job went as it was meant to. If it didn’t, then they’d have no choice but to get two gift cards and their waistline certainly couldn’t survive that, oh no. It was already a precarious relationship, Pavel and their suits. No need to further jeopardize it with more frappuccinos.

Off-topic, Pavel. Focus. The big man with the too-strong cologne just returned. He must be trying to compensate for something if that’s the best he can do. Smells like something with a ship on the bottle. Damn thing offends the senses and Pavel’s thirty feet off the ground, they can’t imagine what it must be like down below. Maybe the guy strapped to a chair is fighting to get away from that scent. Puck certainly would be. They’ve probably lost nose hairs up here, Christ on an ever-loving fucking bicycle.

The dialogue that big man starts spewing sounds like something out of Austin Powers. Pavel could not restrain their eyeroll if they tried, and they were not trying. Blah-blah-blah, look at me and my awful choice of cologne. I’m big and scary, Pavel filled in, mouthing out the words they were convinced he was saying, and no one ever messes with me because I’m the big man with a big car but a really small penis that everyone knows I have because the girls on the street corners laugh when I leave. They snorted. Ah, if only there was someone in the world that appreciated Pavel’s wit. Blah-blah-blah, they continued to mouth. Look at me, bullet in the peanut I call a brain.

It was at that moment Pavel squeezed the trigger on the rifle that had been keeping them company up in those rafters for the past two hours. The job was dead or alive and the target was way less likely to object to being dragged through a river a few times if the piece of metal in his brain shut him up long before the water did. They learned their lesson after the first couple guys had tried to bully, flirt, and beg their way out of the contracts. Silent was always better, especially on long trips like the one that awaited Puck.

A groan escaped their mouth as they swung themselves down to the ground, taking a few pit stops along the way to make sure their bones stayed together. Reporting back was just not as fun if they couldn’t make an entrance that would make the gods weep with appreciation. “You know,” Pavel began as he approached his target and the man still in a chair, “you were not supposed to be here.”

A second bullet put an end to the witness, leaving him slumped in the chair, zip ties around his wrist keeping him upright. Puck wondered, briefly, if he’d appreciate the irony in something used to control him now maintaining the last little shred of dignity. Course, Puck agreed, there wasn’t much dignity left once the dead shit themselves, as they did every single time. The British guy with a name that sounded like it came off a birdwatching book was right. Killing did get easier.

The rest of the base had been as easy to dispense of as these too had been. The six figures that now rested comfortably in Pavel’s bank account had made the job seem difficult, or at least time-consuming. Barely three hours had passed from arrival to now. People are either really dumb and think too highly of others or… Naw. That was it. People were dumb and overestimated the abilities of literally everyone else. Aw, to be naive and believe humanity actually was worth the resources it sucked up like a particularly determined leech. Without such belief, Pavel would be a lot poorer though, so they supposed it all evened out in the end.

“Alrighty, up you go, you big oaf,” Pavel grunted. “Let’s get you out of the literal pile of shit you created and off to those friends you thought you left behind in Bulgaria. This is an improvement on your smell though, so I guess you get a few points. Maybe like two. I’m still in the lead though, and because I’m the one that took you out, I get your points now that you’re dead. Thems the breaks. Should have read the rules more carefully before deciding to play.”

As if life ever had such rules. Throwing around such phrases let people believe there was an order to all of this, that their lives weren’t statistically impossible and utterly insignificant. But Pavel knew better. The game was that there was no game, no purpose behind it all. Only puppets dancing on strings they never noticed were cut. Those that believed otherwise were just better suited to stepped on rather than growing into the ones doing the stepping.

Extras:

Puck’s playlist is entirely 90s and 2000s pop.

His motto is 100%: “Chivalry is dead but you’re still kinda cute.” or “I want you on my team/So does everybody else”, depending on how annoying and persistent the Montague and Capulets are that day.

This was submitted through Puck’s mockblog, which you are more than welcome to examine!

#accepted #accepted: puck

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drarryruinsmylife · 7 years

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What A Catch-Part Two

Requested by: @there-but-not-there

“Someone else recently asked for you to write about spin the bottle at a quidditch after party. I really liked it and was wondering if you could continue it!!!!”

{Check Out The First Part}

°Part Two Of ‘What A Catch’

°Pairing: Drarry (Draco x Harry)

°Warnings: Sexual content, DIRTY TALK and harsh language, I mean it’s Drarry, so like-

~What A Catch~

Part Two

The sun was shining bright, the light reflecting in the windows of the castle.

To a lot of people, muggles included, sunsets still were the most magical thing in this world of destruction and pain.

To Harry, however, the only magic he had on his mind right now, was a certain blonde boy that probably wandered through the dark corridors of his beloved dungeons.

Ever since the after party of the very disappointing Quidditch match a week ago, Malfoy has been down there awfully long. Harry figured it was probably because either he didn’t wanna see him or the whole rumor thing that went through whole Hogwarts.

Most likely both.

It turned out that Pansy was the one who couldn’t keep her mouth shut and told every Slytherin, to tease Draco, that he kissed Harry that night. She also told them not to tell anyone but, well.

Now the whole school knows about it.

Both of the boys suffered from it.

Harry is getting constant cameras under his note and keeps popping up in the Daily Prophet with big written letters saying: “Harry Potter, the boy who’s gay?”.

Malfoy must have family issues due to that rumor, which was true because yes they did kiss but it was just a game. That’s obviously the part that everyone seemed to forget about this whole shit storm of bullshit.

And it’s not just their friends and housemates; even the first years and, hell, the teachers are affected by this.

Harry shook his head and stood up from his place at the lake.

Watching the sunset behind the hills has always been one of his favourite things to do ever since he spotted this nice, quiet place.

Ron has been giving Harry a hard time, and Hermione was torn between the two friends.

It hurt Harry a lot that his best friend, who was practically his brother by now, was bothered so much by the thought of him being gay, or being with...Malfoy.

Okay, before his heart decided to betray him like this, Harry would have punched whoever would dare to say that one day, they were gonna kiss.

A sigh was heard and Harry turned around to walk back to the castle again. Hogwarts was nice and all, but Filch wasn’t, and Harry definitely did NOT want to see that creep and his stupid cat, which would be kind of cute if she wasn’t spying his every step, right now.

With short but fast steps, Harry entered the school he called home and made his way to the Gryffindor common room so he could just get into his warm bed and stop thinking about that stupid kiss that was ruining his life, and mostly, him.

But when he passed the portrait of the fat lady, he was faced with Ron and Seamus, ready to head into the exact different direction.

“Where are you guys going?”

“Don’t you know? Pansy, Blaise and Malfoy were so amused last time, that they invited us to join them for a next round again, but this time Truth Or Dare. Didn’t Ron tell you?”

They both now were looking at Ron, who was standing behind Seamus, and Harry sighed.

“No. He didn’t.”

Don’t cry Harry, cheer up.

“Anyways, let’s go. You can come too, if you want too.”

So, since Harry needed to get his head clear for some time anyways, he joined his housemates and together they sneaked their way to the Room Of Requirement.

“Hey! Nice to have you guys here again.”

It was rather odd that Pansy, a Slytherin which has been nothing but mean to them, would be so happy to get the company of three Gryffindors.

But it was actually kind of nice, to feel like one big house and not two completely different houses that are pushed into disliking each other (with no particular reason, I must add).

What wasn’t so nice was that Malfoy was sitting on the couch, ignoring everyone, really; and damn, he was pissed.

Everyone sat down on the sofas and seats and got into the game quiet fast.

Not before they all drank some Veritaserum to make the game fair, of course.

Since last time a Slytherin got to go first, they thought it would be nice to let Seamus do the start.

“Okay, Blaise. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Hmmm. I dare you to hold Ron’s hand through the whole game.”

They all began snickering as Ron protested, but Blaise was annoyed and just grabbed the gingers hand.

“Fuck you Seamus.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have been a dick to Harry then, my friend.”

A bit surprised, Harry looked up to Seamus, who winked and smiled at him in a way that said ‘I’ve got your back’.

Harry smiled too and focused on the game again.

“Potter. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Malfoy suddenly seemed to have a coughing fit, in which he passed the word “pussy” pretty obviously, causing Harry’s eyes to roll back.

“Potter, who do you wank to?”

Now it was Harry who began coughing heavily.

“Excuse me?!”

“I said, who do you wank to?”

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Never in his years of defeating the Dark Lord has Harry ever felt this exposed and helpless.

“Is she in this room?”, Blaise grinned, knowing the answer already.

“No.”

“Is it that Granger girl?”

“No, god no.”

“Ginny?!”, Ron panicked, but luckily Harry only shook his head.

“Cho Chang? Or maybe Neville’s little crush?”

“No, damnit.”

Slowly Harry was getting mad and lost his patience. He was a hot headed character, after all.

And the Veritaserum that began to control his thoughts definitely didn’t help with that.

“Or, maybe...it isn’t a girl? Is Potter fantasizing about guys?”

Before the poor boy could stop it, a small yes slipped through his lips.

“Is he in this room then?”

“Yes.”

“Is it your idiotic friends?”

“Fuck no. Blaise stop-”

“I highly doubt that it’s me. So, Draco, you’re the only one left in this room.”

Harry’s face was burning red and he hid himself behind his knees.

“Wait, what the fuck? Potter? Is this true?”

Harry shrugged and wrapped his arms around his legs.

He never felt this humiliated before, not even by the Dursley’s.

“You’re sick.”

“Oh, come on Draco. Stop it, it’s not like you’d be doing anything else.”

“I surely do not wank to bloody Potter.”

Did Harry hear things or did Malfoy’s voice sound odd just there?

Like he’d be in pain...is he fighting the Veritaserum?

But wait, that would mean...oh my god.

“Can we just go on?”

“Sure. Draco, truth or dare?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? It’s not even your fucking turn, Parkinson.”

“It’s alright, she can have my turn.”, Harry now grinned and finally felt a bit better, seeing that Draco too had secrets he did not want to share.

Dirty secrets.

Dirty little secrets that involved Harry himself.

“Truth.”

“Do you wank to Potter too?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to tell us what you think about when you wank to him.”

“Fuck off, honestly. I’m not telling you shit.”

“So I’m right?”

“Could you shut the fuck up already?!”

The game was long forgotten at this point, Ron and Seamus staring at their friend with wide eyes, Blaise, who, by the way, let go of Ron’s hand, grinned while he and Pansy tortured Draco and Harry in the most emberassing way they could think of.

“Draco, you have to tell us now. It’s the rules.”

“Since when do you care about rules?”

He deeply sighed and then looked over at Harry and as he was starring at the other boy, his mouth opened and the words came out without him even noticing.

“I think about Potter entering my room and see me on my bed, naked, and he walks over; he’s not wearing a shirt and all I really wanna do is run my tongue over his bare chest.”

Harry’s breath was becoming heavier by any minute, Draco’s stare more intense and fuck, his pants were so tight already.

“He just stands there and looks at me with hungry eyes until I beg for him to touch me, to pleasure me in many many ways, and when he thinks he’s got me, I turn the game around and pull him on the bed before I grind on his growing erection.”

Draco realized what he was saying, but the Veritaserum wouldn’t let him, and for some reason he didn’t even want to stop now.

Not after seeing Potter’s flustered face.

Draco’s voice got really low now, and it felt like it was only for Harry to hear.

So he got up and slowly walked towards the straddled Gryffindor, before he pushed his legs down so he could place himself on Potter’s lap.

Everyone else crowded up on the couch now and watched, some with disgust, others with excitement, and stayed quiet so they would continue.

Draco leaned down to Potter’s ear and spoke again.

“You moan softly as I move my hips against yours and your hands begin to run all over my body before you boldly grab my ass and push me further down your crotch.”

All of the sudden, Draco actually began to grind his hips against Harry’s, and for a second Harry froze before his mind shut off completely.

His hands grabbed Draco’s ass firmly, pushing him down to him, just like how he said, and his face rested against the Slytherin’s neck as soft moans slipped through his parted lips.

Malfoy couldn’t keep a groan from coming out either, and he almost wanted to give in and let Potter take control of his body.

But there were people watching, and he surely wasn’t gonna make it that easy for him.

“But...”

Draco stopped moving and lowered his voice even more.

“If you want to hear the part where I suck your cock, you’re gonna have to catch me, Potter~.”

And with that, Draco stood up from Harry’s lap, apparated within seconds and leaving, once again, a confused Harry and even more confused friends behind...

Hope you liked it, sorry if I got anything wrong! I felt like writing a bit of smut, sorry about that. Lot’s of love!<3

~Jen

#what a catch #Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #drarry #harry x draco #draco X harry #fanfic #smut #drarry smut #one shot

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machihunnicutt · 7 years

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Small Hot Chocolate, No Whip (chapter 1)

(Or read on ao3.)

It was going to be a shitty day. He knew within a half an hour of opening that it was going to be an absolutely shitty day. The line was nearly out the door and Alana was sick so the new hire was on the register and she stumbled over orders which slowed him down and irritated the customers.

He'd forgotten his hair ties so his hair kept getting in his way and he'd dumped a hot cup of the Colombian blend down his jeans and the burns still stung. On top of all that he was in desperate need of a cigarette.

The drinks were almost stupidly complex today: a large soy half-caf latte with a shot of vanilla and extra steamed milk, all sorts of odd flavored shots and almond milk in drinks that shouldn't have any milk to begin with.

"One small hot chocolate, no whip please Connor," the new hire, whose name he thought was Amanda, said.

Connor whipped his head around to look at whatever angel had ordered a manageable beverage and found that it was a ridiculously cute boy in a blue polo with a nervous expression.

"Thank you," he said with a grin. "You're my easiest order of the day."

The boy blushed and fumbled with his cash as he handed it over.

Connor looked down at the name on the cup Amanda had handed him: Evan. He made the hot chocolate in record time, and winked at Evan when he came to collect it.

"Th-thanks," he stuttered.

"No problem. See you around I hope." Smooth, Connor Murphy could be smooth when he wanted to be.

Alright, so the day wasn't terrible after hot chocolate Evan. In the afternoon traffic slowed down and Amanda loaned him a hair tie. Evan sat in the corner of the cafe and tapped on the keyboard of his laptop as he sipped his drink. Connor stole glances at him between croissants and lattes. He must've been working on homework of some kind because every now and again his face scrunched up in concentration. He was there for hours, just working and gnawing on his lip and twitching nervously. Connor thought he must have lost track of time in his absorption. In fact, he hardly noticed when the shop started clearing out and Amanda counted the contents of the cash register while he cleaned.

"Do you want me to go tell him?" She asked, gesturing to the lone occupied table.

"No, thanks. I can do it," Connor said. Amanda smiled and went in the back to finish the deposit.

Connor proceeded with caution. Evan still hadn't looked up from his computer screen. His eyes were quite tired looking and his lips red from biting them.

"Hey, um we're closing up," he said. Evan looked up, startled, and knocked over his hot (now cold) chocolate. It went spilling across the table and over the edge to hit Connor's shoes.

"I-I'm so s-sorry!" He exclaimed, shaking like a leaf. Connor stood the cup upright and reached for a wad of napkins.

"It's alright," he said gently. The boy was clearly freaked out and he didn't want to make it worse. He could feel liquid in his socks. "I didn't mean to scare you. You look like you were working pretty hard."

Evan closed his laptop and gathered up his bag. "I'm really sorry. I was working on this paper and I g-guess I lost t-track of time."

"Are you a student?" Connor asked.

"Yeah, I'm an um...environmental science major."

Connor grinned. "That's cool."

"I shouldn't keep you. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Connor said, extending a hand. "I'm Connor Murphy."

"Evan Hansen," Evan said. "Nice to meet you."

"Do you live far?" Connor asked before he could stop himself. Zoe would say he was being too forward, and possibly creepy. But Zoe also said he wore too much black.

"It's a 10 minute walk," he said. "3rd street."

"I could walk you...if you want?"

Evan blushed. He looked even cuter when he was all pink. "Um, yeah. If you want to."

"Great," he grinned. "Just give me a minute."

Connor grabbed his bag, threw off his apron, and assessed the mess of dried coffee and wet chocolate on his pants and shoes. He grabbed a couple of slightly smashed muffins from the reject bin and clocked out.

"Care for a reject muffin?" He asked Evan, who was standing awkwardly by the doorway. "They're not nasty or anything, just a little rough around the edges." Kind of like him, Connor thought but didn't say.

"Sure," Evan said. "Thank you."

"Lead the way," Connor said, opening the door for him. It was cool and clear enough to see the stars. Evan waited until Connor had taken a bite of his muffin before he followed suit.

"Do you like being a barista?" He asked cautiously.

"I like it well enough. It's good money," he said, though his parents paid most of his expenses. "I kind of need a lot of structure to function," he laughed harshly. "Between school and work I don't have time to engage in destructive habits." He considered that this might be too much to say right off the bat but Evan only nodded.

"What are you studying?"

"English," he replied. His parents would've preferred a business degree but it had taken so long for their son to rebuild himself they couldn't help but support a subject that made him happy. He was happy. Happy was hard but he was happy. He'd gotten the barista job through Zoe's girlfriend Alana. Zoe worked alongside him between her own classes (of which she had quite a lot of in her psychology and music double major.) He and Zoe lived in a house near campus. After years of rebuilding their fragile relationship they could live in the same house without weekly meltdowns. Years of therapy and medication and regaining trust was beginning to take shaky steps towards paying off. "I'm a sophomore."

"Me too," Evan said. "My classes have gotten harder this semester and I have trouble keeping up sometimes...because of my anxiety."

He said anxiety like it was a dirty word and Connor looked over at him to see his eyes glued to the pavement.

"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I've had a lot of trouble with mental health stuff too," he said. He was about to swap diagnoses, medical histories, and lessons from therapists if necessary. If he'd learned anything in the years since he tried to end it, it was that shame only made things harder. "If you ever need someone to study with..." What are you doing Murphy? You only just met the guy. "Feel free to hit me up." Evan laughed nervously and Connor shoved a piece of muffin in his mouth to avoid further embarrassment.

"I'm a lot better now than I used to be," Evan muttered. "Not that anyone can tell."

"The important thing is that you can tell," he said.

Evan laughed again, it was still nervous but Connor thought he quite liked Evan's laugh.

"Thanks," he mumbled. "Thanks I really needed that today."

"Is that your place up there?" Connor pointed to the small house with the porch light on.

"Yeah, Evan said. "It's not much, needs a new coat of paint. But it's fine for me and my roommate Jared."

"It's nice," Connor said, eying the plants in neat rows around the front patch of land. "Are you a gardener Evan Hansen?"

Evan's face lit up. "I'm an amateur botanist. I have the flowers in the front yard and some succulents and a bonsai tree inside."

As if the dork wasn't cute enough.

"Well I guess this is goodnight," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and shooting Evan a smile. "See you around. I hope?"

"Yes," Evan said quickly. "Goodnight Connor Murphy."

"Goodnight Evan Hansen."

***

"Oh my god," Zoe looked positively joyous. "My brother has a crush!"

"On who?" Alana came up beside them with a tray of scones.

"Small hot chocolate no whip!" She replied excitedly, stirring a bowl of orange flavored glaze.

"You know him?" Connor shot back.

"I know his order," Alana answered for her. "He's been coming here for weeks but you've either been off or in the back until now."

"Can you believe it Alana? Con's got a thing for hot chocolate boy."

"He has a name," Connor said. "It's Evan."

"I can't even remember the last time you had a crush. Was it middle school?"

Maybe it was the internalized homophobia or maybe it was the general dearth of nice, funny, and cute boys willing to talk to him in high school.

"I just walked him home. It's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal? That's a huge deal! Did you get his number?"

"No," he said. "But he said he'd see me around."

"So that's why you combed your hair today! I thought I was hallucinating."

Connor's face went red and he rolled his eyes. It wasn't as if he had much experience with this. He didn't really know he was capable of flirting before last night. Although something told him Evan wasn't used to this sort of interaction either.

"Let me French braid then. It looks so cute like that," Zoe said, reaching out for his mess of brown hair.

"Fine," he mumbled, not wanting to admit that he liked it when she braided his hair (not only because he did look nice with a braid but because he felt closer to her whenever she offered.)

She sat him down at one of the tables while Alana finished up with the new pastries. Running her fingers through his hair, she began twisting strands into a neat braid. "You remembered your meds this morning right?" He never forgot but she worried, so she asked. Sure, there were bad days: days where everything felt like an argument and his ears didn't stop ringing. But today wasn't one of those days.

"Yeah, I did."

"Good, okay you're done."

She grinned at him when he stood up, and Alana gave him a thumbs up. It was time to open.

He quickly found that he was wrong about yesterday. Yesterday was a walk in the park compared to today. Orders flew like major league pitches and he always swung two seconds too late. They were out of cold brew, which seemed to piss everyone off.

An hour and a half in his ears started to ring in the foreboding way they always did. Alana looked over at him with concern written all over her face and asked him if he wanted to take his break. He accepted.

It was kind of cold outside. He pulled the sleeves of his dark sweater over his hands and crossed his arms over his chest. He was in the habit of wearing long sleeves to cover up the scars on his arms but it really was jacket weather. He couldn't go back inside to get his jacket though. He wasn't sure he could go back inside. He sucked in a few deep breaths and tried to focus his swimming vision. When things were too much he either snapped or fell apart. Today was the latter.

He had four more hours in his shift and he wasn't sure he could do it. Damn his brain. He closed his eyes.

"H-hey, Connor?" His vision was still tilting but it was unmistakably Evan Hansen, nervous and bundled up in a navy coat and sky blue scarf. "Are you okay?"

"I'm...uh. I'm having a bad day," he replied, hoping that his emphasis on the word bad wasn't revealing too much.

"Can I get you anything? Do you want me to leave you alone?"

"No," he said too quickly. He should want Evan to leave before he saw him make anymore of a pathetic fool of himself but he didn't. "No, um...distract me. How are you?"

Evan's expression softened. "I'm okay. I just got out of my climate lecture. Here." He pulled off his scarf and wrapped it around Connor's neck. Connor felt his shoulders relax a fraction.

"Did something happen?" He asked.

"No, it was all just a little much," he breathed.

Evan was nodding. "I like your hair," he said.

Connor had forgotten about his braid. He laughed. "Thanks, my sister did it," he said, gesturing to the cafe behind him.

"Your sister works with you?"

"Uh, yeah. Zoe said you were a regular?"

"Zoe's your sister?!" Evan exclaimed, face turning a startling shade of pink.

"Yeah..." he answered slowly, brow furrowing. "Why?"

"Nothing," he said, voice hopping up an octave. "I just...she's nice."

Connor's heart dropped. He had a crush on Zoe didn't he. Yet another person liked her better than him. He didn't blame him, in honesty he liked Zoe better too.

"Connor?"

"I should go back in," he said, handing back the scarf.

Evan's expression muddled. "Oh, okay. You're sure your okay?"

"I'm fine," he said through gritted teeth, fighting off the urge to snap at him. "You should get your hot chocolate."

Inside, Zoe's eyes found his with worry. He tucked some stray hair behind his ears and stalked behind the counter again, thanking Alana for her patience and pointedly ignoring his sister.

Evan got his hot chocolate and smiled at him and Connor tried not to be upset. He was being stupid. He barely knew Evan. It didn't even matter. But it had been years since he'd even considered asking someone out and now his plans were shattered.

"What is up Con? You're looking at me like I just killed a puppy," Zoe said, trying to keep her voice light but visibly concerned. It was closing time and he was wiping down the counters rather aggressively. Evan had gone with his hot chocolate, saying goodbye but seeming confused and downtrodden by Connor's apathy.

"Nothing."

"Seriously Connor, what happened with Evan?"

"Leave me alone Zo. I don't want to talk about it."

"Fine," she said, deflated. "Alana and I are having movie night. I'll be back by 11:30."

He went home and smoked in the backyard so Zoe wouldn't smell it when she came back. The pot made him feel less shaky and hurt. He took a scalding hot shower, standing under the water and letting it burn from his scalp down his back. The bathroom filled up with steam and choked, broken sounds escaped his throat without his consent. You're being stupid Murphy. Why does everything end in tears with you?

He fell asleep before Zoe came home.

The next day he had class but no work so he didn't have the misfortune of accidentally running into Evan Hansen. His classes weren't all that bad this semester: a personal essay writing course (which he didn't entirely suck at), a fiction class centered around the coming of age story (which seemed oddly fitting), and a couple of history and science credits he needed to graduate. He paid attention in his lectures and then went to the library (best to steer clear of the cafe) to study. He was trying his best not to half ass things or let his grades slip when he felt drained and sliced open and generally shitty. His unspoken reserved desk was waiting for him on the fourth floor and so, he realized with horror, was Evan Hansen.

Well, waiting for was the wrong way to say it. Obviously Evan didn't know he'd be there. In fact, he didn't even look up until Connor was at the desk right beside him. He seemed engrossed in a big book with an oak tree on the cover.

"Are you stalking me Hansen?" He asked, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Evan was cute when he was surprised, not that he wasn't cute all of the time. The anger from yesterday had faded a bit. Connor Murphy was used to disappointment (as much as it stung.)

"Connor! I didn't know you'd be here. I was..." He looked down at the book in his lap. "Distracted." So was Connor, but by Evan Hansen's freckle-y face.

"I um...are y-you angry w-with me?" He managed. "Yesterday you seemed k-kind of..."

"No," Connor cut in. He felt a surge of guilt for his juvenile meltdown. Evan didn't deserve it. "No, I'm sorry. It was just a bad day. It wasn't you."

"Oh," Evan looked relieved. "Okay good. I was wondering then if we might e-exchange emails that is...if you'd want to t-talk to me and uh...be f-friends?"

Connor cocked his head to one side in confusion. "Emails? I could just give you my number?"

"Oh! Right, your number. Y-yeah, that's fine."

Connor laughed. This could work. He could get over his little crush and maybe get a friend out of the whole mess.

"Here." He pulled a Sharpie out of his back pocket and gestured for Evan to stick out his hand. "Is it chill if I write it on the back of your hand?" Evan nodded and Connor took his, slightly sweaty, hand in his. Evan had short, stubby fingers with nails bitten short. Connor wrote his name in block letters with his number beneath. "Nice to see you Hansen."

"Yeah, n-nice to see you too Connor."

When Evan left the library, and Connor was hard at work on his essay he got a text:

Hi Connor :) -Evan

He spent the next half hour stalking his Instagram: photos of him and his roommate, videos of sunlit tree branches, and one of a tragically bare cast on his arm. He scrolled through his own feed when he got home, hair wet from the shower, eyelids drooping already. Was Evan looking at the old photos of him when his acne was bad and cheeks chubby because his medication wasn't properly calibrated yet and fucked with his metabolism? On second thought why did he even have those photos up still? He hoped he was looking at the slightly better adjusted photos of his: third wheeling it with Zoe and Alana, sunshiny pictures of him reading on the couch credited to Zoe, and the three of them again at a pride parade. The last one had Zoe and Alana kissing and him with his face painted in rainbow hues. He hoped especially that Evan saw that photo and not that he only looked him up to get to Zoe.

"You need to stop," Zoe said, far too dramatically given the situation at hand.

EH: Are you at work?

CM: ya, it's a drag. U should come save me.

EH: I have class :( I can be there in an hour?

CM: nice, I'll take my break when u get here.

CM: shit, sis is on my ass ttyl

"I know you got this job because of nepotism but you've gotta stop texting that boy while you're supposed to be working."

Connor turned red. "Fine."

"What happened between yesterday and now bro?"

Connor looked down. "I think he has a crush on you. He's probably straight," he said quietly.

"Connor..."

"Shut up, I'm over it already. We're going to be friends."

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked, voice gentle.

"I'm fine," he said through gritted teeth. "It was a stupid crush."

Zoe knew the truth. Neither of them had to say anything.

"Connor, two vanilla lattes and a mocha!" Alana called, voice bordering on irritated. Connor did as he was told.

He fell into the monotonous routine of the work: steaming milk, letting the harsh grind of the blender clog his ears, and fixating on the chips in his nail polish. He almost missed it when Evan walked through the front door.

He still had traces of Sharpie on his hand, and he tugged at the hem of a blue cable knit sweater. His face was flushed from the autumn chill and he looked around like he wasn't supposed to be here.

Connor tracked his movements to the end of the sizable line and nearly spilled a caramel macchiato.

"Hey Alana can I go on break?" He burst, too quickly and much too loudly.

She glared at him but relented. Zoe took his place and he hurried in the back room to clock out and take off his apron. He'd brought lunch from home: a container of pitiful veggie slices and hummus, a smashed peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a handful of medication in a plastic baggie. He filled up his water bottle, glossed over his thin face and tired eyes in the mirror, and went out to meet Evan.

He was twitching anxiously at a corner table, hot chocolate in hand. Connor smiled and took the seat across from him. "How's it going Hansen?"

"I'm good, h-how are you Connor?"

He emptied the contents of his lunch on the table and took the pills in his hand. "Could be worse," he grinned, swallowing his medication with a long sip of water. "Do you like hummus?"

Evan nodded and he pushed the container of vegetables to the center of the table for easier sharing.

"Zoe and her girlfriend Alana are always trying to get me to eat healthier. They're all about chia seeds now," he said, nose scrunching up.

"Alana," Evan repeated, and it occurred to Connor that Evan probably didn't know Zoe had a girlfriend. "She was in a lot of your..." he stopped, face crimson.

"A lot of my what?" He asked.

"I k-kind of l-looked at your Instagram page," he managed, not meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"No reason to be sorry," Connor laughed. "Alana and Zoe are in most of my photos. And if we're being honest I looked you up too."

Evan's head shot up. "You did?"

"I like to know a thing or two about my friends," he said. "How did you break your arm by the way?"

Evan grimaced and Connor wished he could take the question back. "I didn't mean to pry or anything."

"It's okay," he said tightly. "It's just...a little hard to talk about."

"I get it," Connor said. "I did some shit in high school I don't like talking about." He traced the scars on his wrists with his thumb. "So what did you learn about me?"

Evan stumbled over his words for a second and then settled on. "You like books and you love your sister. You always have your nails painted and..." he trailed off.

"I'm super gay. You got that right?"

Evan nodded, hint of a smile on his lips.

"And you like trees."

Evan nodded again, eyes lighting up. "I love trees."

"Trees are cool," he said dumbly, mostly to see his eyes shine again.

"I can take to on a nature walk sometime if you want," he said, no trace of his stutter.

"Absolutely," he said. He took a bite of his sandwich and Evan sipped his hot chocolate. "I have to get back," he said reluctantly. "But I'm glad you came. Text me okay?"

"S-sure," he said.

"See you, Hansen." Don't get a bigger crush Murphy. Stop.

He did face masks with Zoe that night. He was making popcorn, face still green from the mask, for their movie night when his phone pinged.

Instagram: Evan Hansen has followed you

He followed him back.

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