#dunno where he got that mouth from sure as hell wasnt me

[crossyourheartspreparetodie]

Me, bribing Tim to see just what he can do: Tim speak!

Tim,in a British accent: Fuck you!

Me: 😤😑

Allen: 🤯😵

Lavi🤣😂

#dgm #cross marian #dunno where he got that mouth from sure as hell wasnt me

[hyanikaa]

Chapter 1 • The Secret is Out

So I created an AU where Memey’s cookie monster suit/onesie is possessed by a demon.

My friend Carrot helped me with this fic, go give them a like and follow on IG

WARNING//(Gore, Violence)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

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Blaza ruffles out of the crowd that gathered around Laff and Socks and noticed Memey panicking. He walked over to the blue man and grabbed a chair to sit on. “Memey, what happened?” Blaza said, his voice dead serious, it’s wasnt like Blaza to be dead serious about things, so his voice sent chills into Memey’s spine. “I don’t know..” He stiffened, “I actually don’t know- I was just here in Medbay, working..” he trailed off, voice shaking “I don’t remember eating them..” he choked a quiet sob. “How could you not remember such a... vital time stamp?” Blaza asked, still holding a dead serious tone. There was a slight quiver in it as Blaza started to lose his composure after glancing at the clueless Laff. “I-I’m not sure, one moment I’m in the Medbay and the next I’m-“ Memey cut off his sentence. He couldn’t finish it.

“Oh my god, oh my god-“ Socks held onto everything around him for dear life, like the world was about to tumble down around him. He whimpered at the digging pain in his stomach but still sat in the same position, his eyes wide and cautious. “Woah, woah, calm down S-“ Dino started, reaching their hand to Socks only to have it smacked away. “...no, no, I’m sorry, I just...” Socks’ chest rose and fell quickly like a guinea pig sitting still in fear. “What’s bothering you?” Dino asked quietly, not wanting to draw attention from the crowd. Socks did not respond in words, instead he let out sob, holding onto his arm as he remembered the pain that struck him when it got ripped off. “Im sorry.” He let out, hugging himself.

 Nadwe burst into the room, holding onto the door frame for support as he caught his breath. Socks let out a loud yelp from the noise before calming down and hugging himself again. “Oh... my god...” Nadwe breathed out, letting out a final long breath before standing up straight. “I’m so sorry I’m late. The doors to electrical and storage shut.” He immediately read the room and looked towards Blaza for help. “...it’s not good. Me and Dino walked up on... Memey. Uhm...” Blaza stuttered, trying to keep it down. “Memey was... eating Laff and Socks... Laff doesn’t remember but...” Blaza glanced over at Socks. “Socks clearly does. Memey doesn’t remember either. Once their bodies have fully regenerated we have to discuss this.” Nadwe absorbed the words and quickly stiffened. Blaza swore you could hear the gears turning in his head. “...I’ll go talk to Laff. You guys sort things out.. yeah...” Nadwe trailed off before tipping both of his hats as a goodbye and walking towards Laff’s medbay bed.

 Nadwe sat down beside Laff, “How are you holding up?” He asked. “I dunno mate, I was just walkin down to electric an then I woke up here.” Laff replied, looking around the room then at Nadwe then his hands. “Nadwe...” Laff started, “Hm?” “Is it normal, to feel agonizing pain like you’re bein’ eaten, even if you’re not?” He asked, looking at Nadwe with desperate eyes that wanted answers. His eyes widened at his question, holding his hand up his mouth, he knows what Laff meant, Blaza told him what has happened. But he felt guilt clawing at him for not telling the whole picture. He just sat there, lowering his hand, “I don’t know Laff...”

 “Socks, calm down!” Dino said, almost a hint of begging in his tone. “Please, please! Socks...” Dino almost started to cry themselves. Seeing Socks in the shocked state hurt Dino’s heart on a level that couldn’t be described. Socks closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to forget the gnawing sensation in his arm. “I-I’m sorry, Dino. It’s just.. a lot.” Dino nodded and quickly placed their hands on the sheets of the bed, eyeing the wound before opening their mouth to talk. “After you and Laff have recovered, i think we still have to... discuss it in the cafeteria. Are you going to be okay...?” Socks sat straighter, contemplating in his mind of the scenes that could play out. “I-I should be okay. It’s fine, I’ll be fine. I just...” Socks looked down on his bandages hands. “Can’t look at him right now.”

    Days passed and the two were now physically healed, though that incident left them psychologically scarred, not just them, but also to Blaza and the others that saw the incident first hand. It terrified them, was that really Memey? What happened? These questions and many more invade their thoughts like wildfires. But those questions will now be answered, right? Memey will explain what that thing was, right?

 They all gathered around the table in Cafeteria. Socks was with TBH who was supporting him, was his leg injured? surely not. Laff was already in Cafe before the others could arrive, how did he get there without supervision? Once a everyone was there, silence filled the room, it was deafening. Why did no one wanted to talk? Why were they so silent—

Blaza cleared his throat, breaking the silence. It wasnt like him to start the discussion, it wasnt like him to be serious and not even break a smile. He didnt. “So, I think we all know why we’re here.” He stated. Everyone turned their gaze to Memey except for Socks, who looked down at the cafeteria floor. “Memey...” Oompa asked, the eye on his head turned towards him in curiosity. Oompa had been in Navigation and hadn’t heard of the attack until much later. Memey sighed and looked across the table to Socks, who didn’t look up. “I-“ Memey started, feeling a lump in his throat. “I’m... not sure what happened...” he gulped as the pressure tensed. He took a moment to think. “You’re not sure what happened...” came a small voice. Socks looked up and slammed his fists on the table, shaking a few of the old drinks over. “YOU’RE NOT SURE WHAT HAPPENED.” Socks let out a crazed laugh before standing up. “You almost KILLED ME. YOU almost ATE ME. SCRATCH THAT, YOU DID EAT ME. IF BLAZA AND DINO HADN’T COME, LAFF AND I WOULDN’T BE HERE RIGHT NOW. AND ALL YOI HAVE TO SAY IS YOU’RE NOT SURE WHAT HAPPENED.”

 Memey’s face paled at Socks’ statement, he’s right, he did eat them, he did. But why can’t he remember? Why can’t he remember meeting Socks in the hallway between Storage and Lower Engine? Why does his head hurt when he tries to remember? Why does everything hurt— Memey block his ears with his hands, pain clawing and screaming in his head, he shrank down from the meeting as he submerged himself into his thoughts. His eyes started watering as the pain get more and more out of hand. “Shut up...” He quietly said. Socks watched as Memey covered his ears, shaking and shrinking to the table. Memey muttered something. “What?” Laff asked, trying to pull Socks back into the seat. “SHUT UP!!” Memey screamed, still covering his ears. He looked desperately at the people around him, pressing his hands tighter as the voices screamed louder with each look of dismay. He let go of one hand and wiped the tears pouring from his eyes, hearing a tight, high pitched note as the voices screamed into the ear. He quickly escaped the cafeteria, making his way to the left side of the ship and hiding in the corner of reactor.

  “The hell of a discussion that was,” Oompa said, getting up and slightly looking at the red button in the middle of the table. “I’ll go find Memey. You guys...” he looked at Socks, who started taking in more shaky breaths. “You guys calm down Socks.” Memey crouched down behind the engine on the top part of the ship, he’s tired, he’s drained from the joyful tone he always had. “What wrong?” It asked, “Oh so now you’re here?!...” Memey hissed at it, it stayed quiet for a bit, “Was not cookie?..” he snapped. “OH SO THAT WAS YOUR DOING?!” Memey said, totally enraged by the thing, “I TOLD YOU I WAS GONNA GET YOUR COOKIES AFTER I REST- BUT YOU DIDNT LITSEN- YOU STILL WENT OUT TO LOOK FOR ONE, AND NOW LOOK AT MY SITUATION!!!” He vented out, calling the demon hurtful things, it felt guilty for not waiting, it dragged it’s host into a situation that could have been avoided.

 “Memey? Was that you?..” Oompa called from the hallway. Peeking from the front of the engine, his eyes widened as he backed away, “You’re not MemeGod...” he quietly said as slowly went to grab his gun. “Cookie?...”

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Socks huffed as he felt his confidence dwindle and his strength deplete. He dropped down into his seat and wiped his eyes, anger pushing more tears down his face. “Socks...” Laff started, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “It’s so stupid. It’s all so stupid,” Socks whimpered. “God, It’s all so DUMB. It’s just so...” Socks let out another sob, covering his face with both hands. “After all the pain of being ripped apart, eaten alive, all Memey has to say is... I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED?” Laff looked towards Blaza for words. “Socks, you know that wasn’t him. He couldn’t have done it purposefully. He wouldn’t. You and I both know that.” Blaza finally gave a small grin. “You and I both know the stupid FatMemeGod. He wouldn’t do that.” Socks listened and didn’t respond. He knew this was one of the rare times that Blaza was right. Memey would never do that.

“But...” Socks started. “If that wasn’t Memey...”

 “Then who was it...?”

“NO STOP-“ a scream was heard from upper engine, they all looked at eachother, worry plastered all over their faces, they got up from theirs and bolted towards the origin of the noise.

 They weren’t prepared, they weren’t prepared to see this. Oompa was knocked out, head bleeding. And beside him was Memey, or was it actually Memey?...

 He was screaming, he was rejecting and refusing, he was jerking and kicking himself, pulling the hood of his onesie away from his face. Why is he pulling it away? “LET GO!-“ Memey painfully screamed as the demon took over its host, the hood closing shut. It stood up from the cold ground he was sitting on and shook off the blood on its hands. Memey? seemed taller, this isnt him. Who is it? Why was Memey refusing? Why was he screaming.

 The tall figure spoke, “Memey friend?...” (help me). The two voices overlapped, but it was clear the two said different things.

 “Oompa!!” Blaza yelled, running over to the bleeding figure on the floor. “BLAZA!!” Nadwe yelled as the creature took a step towards the two. Nadwe rammed himself into the creature and watched as the originally derpy eyes turned sinister and creeper. However, this creature had double— no, triple— the strength of Memey. It quickly overtook Nadwe and slammed him onto the ground, leaving him pushing the wrists upwards and the creature  snapping its jaws at his head. Socks quickly pulled Memey off of Nadwe, helping him up. The creature roared in frustration. The space that held Oompa and Blaza was empty. They’d escaped, but the ship was only so big. It all happened in slow motion. Nadwe swung Socks around and switched positions with him, tanking a large crunch down on his right shoulder blade. “AHH!!” Nadwe yelled as a loud crack was heard from the bone splitting under the pressure. His hats dropped to the floor as he tried to escape the monster’s grasp. "You hurt Memey..." It said, it's voice rough from underuse. "Why did you hurt Memey?!" it grip tightens on Nadwe as it screeched multiple questions at the two. Socks ran into Medbay and grabbed a fire extinguisher, he rushed back into the area, screaming his anger as he slammed the extinguisher into the tall figure's head. Knocking it unconscious. Nadwe let out a weak noise on the floor choking for air as the blood form his shoulder began to pool. The mouth of the monster cranked open, exposing an unconscious Memey inside with a bleeding head. Socks huffed a bit to catch his breath, setting down the fire extinguisher. Tbh didn’t hesitate and picked up Nadwe, setting him on his back. He lifted Memey up as well and quickly darted towards medbay. To his surprise, Blaza and Oompa were nowhere in sight. “Socks,” Tbh called, quickly looking back into the room. “Go look for Blaza and Oompa. Where’s Laff, that kid??” Socks darted down the halls as Tbh set down Nadwe and Memey. He quickly pulled out a roll of bandages and tried his best to wrap the bandage around Memey’s head, moving aside the hood with surprising ease. Seems like the onesie also wants Memey healed as well. Tbh turned his attention to Nadwe’s shattered shoulder. Socks eventually found Blaza and Oompa in Admin. Socks peeked from the door, “There you guys are..” Socks huffed, relieved they weren’t that injured. “How’s Oompa?..” “Not good..” he replied, putting his hand onto Oompa’s neck to find a pulse. “Is he still breathing?...” Socks worriedly asked, “...” “What?..” “I can’t feel any pulse..” “oh god...”

Socks rushed towards the two, he’s desperate, he’s not used to experiencing any violence first hand, he’s scared, he doesn’t want to experience a death of friend first hand. But he did. Oompa laid limp on the floor where Blaza placed him, there was no sign of life, he died..

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The two went back to Medbay, when the scanner started beeping, creating high pitched sounds that hurt TBH’s and Nadwe’s hearing. Nadwe leaned up from the bed, moving carefully trying not to disturb TBH who was patching his wounds. “What-“ he was cut off as a loud choked scream was heard as the scanner stopped screeching.

 Oompa dropped to the ground, coughing up air as he suddenly regains his life. “A-alive... holy crap... I’m alive...” Oompa gasped, clutching his heart as a fin reminder that his life lives on. Socks tackled Oompa in a hug, slurring words together as worry and relief washed over the two of them. “Im so surprised!! I thought you’d died!!” Socks yelled, hugging Oompa tightly. “You and me both...” Oompa hugged back and looked up at Blaza, who let out a sigh of relief. Oompa patted his heart twice and a thumbs up, reassuring Blaza from afar that he was okay. Oompa coughed and spat more blood. “Shoot... the medbay scan doesn’t quite heal large wounds...” Oompa said, his grip getting loose as blood continued to pour down his head. Socks quickly helped Oompa to a bed and took another roll of bandages, beginning to wrap it slowly around the wound. Nadwe sighed in relief as Tbh finally finished putting his shoulder blade back in place. “Nadwe, you’re so stupid,” Socks said, sitting down and pouting.

“What...happened?..” Memey said as he sat up from the bed, he flinched at the burning pain that scattered around his body. Looks like him kicking and banging himself into the ground and walls did a toll on him. “Glad your awake MemeGod.” “That is so unlike you to be nice Oompa- ow-“ his head still hurts.

 “Mind telling us what happened back there?” Blaza asked.

#MonsterCookie au #fanfic #angst #fluff #blaza #its blaza #blaza plays #meme #fatmemegod #laff #laffengas #socksfor1 #nadwe #oompa #dino but b #tbhonest #cookie

[ma-lark-ey]

((Remember that brief post I made on Lark(?) getting sick? Yeah here's a whole chapter. But this time its angsty))

CW; for sickness, mentions of vomit, dry-heaving, minor panic attack description, spoilers for Episode 39-40. Theres some Oakson if you squint, I dunno if that counts at a trigger,,, but yeah

Henry couldn't remember the last time Lark was the twin to get sick. He had such an impenetrable immune system he thought he was incapable of the thing. But here he was, fixing Lark a bowl of soup while he laid on the couch under a fuzzy blanket.

"Here, Birdie. Don't eat it too fast, alright?" He brushed Lark's bangs back and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Sure, his boy was nearly fifteen, but no child is too old for a sweet forehead kiss.

That usual fire Lark had boiling in him was dessimated by his case of some virus, and instead of his usual extravagant response to Henry, he just nodded.

"When's Ma gonna be home?" He asked, pushing himself to sit up enough to eat comfortably. His eyes looked like a raccoons, deep dark circles around them, sunk and dull. His skin was pale and lifeless. He could pass as a vampire. And that's his the boys went, either they were perfectly healthy, or they nose dove into being couch bound for a week.

"Somewhere around seven, she's bringing dinner. But, I may have to leave here soon. I have a meeting for something. You think you'll be alright by yourself for a little bit?" Henry hated the thought of leaving his boy when he was so vulnerable. Anything could happen in two hours. Especially with how quickly Lark's health could plummet. Last time one of them got sick, Sparrow was fine Friday morning and by Sunday evening they were taking him to urgent care because he had fluid in his lungs.

"I'll be fine, Dad." Lark set his half eaten bowl of soul on the coffee table, snuggling right back down into his blankets. "Hey, could you go get me the plush on my bed? The- the Pichu one."

"Of course, Lark. I'll be right back." Henry stood, making sure Lark was cozy in his blankets and went to grab the stuffed animal. It was rare the twins had toys un-destroyed as kids, but that Pokemon bear Nick had gotten Lark as a birthday gift when they were six? That thing always stayed perfectly in tact.

He picked the old, well-loved toy up off the bed. He could see the stitching on its ear where Sparrow had accidentally ripped it when they were seven. Lark cried for hours, wouldn't talk to Sparrow for thirty whole minutes over it.

The young granola-crunching dad trotted back downstairs. Lark was laying limp on the couch, breathing short and shallow. He looked horrid. Henry's going to have to cancel his meeting, he knows that. He's not leaving Lark alone when he looks this bad. Henry should recheck his temperature.

He set the Pichu down in the gap between Lark and the back of the couch, placing his palm on his forehead. God,,the kid felt like fire.

Lark gagged suddenly, throwing the blankets off himself and grabbing the pot he kept on the floor next to him. The soup he'd just eaten came right back up, he sat there, hunched over, crying and dryheaving for a good five minutes. Henry rubbed circles in his back and tried to soothe him. But, Lark couldn't even keep water down anymore. Henry knew he was dehydrated, and he didn't know what to do anymore.

Lark let out a sob, leaning into his dad. Henry held his boy against him, not daring to give a gentleman sway like he usually would.

"It hurts... Everything hurts..." He whimpered. He sounded so small, which wasn't a way Lark Oak-Garcia should sound.

"I know, baby. I know." Henry reached for thermometer he'd been keeping on the coffee table. He pulled it out of the protective case.

Lark looked at him, his eyes looked so tired. He opened his mouth and let Henry put the device under his tongue. It took a minute, but the thing beeled and Henry checked.

106.7. Oh hell no. Oh heeeell no.

"Get some shoes on, Lark, we're going to the emergency room." He said quickly, pushing himself to his feet and going to grab his keys, phone, wallet, and own shoes.

"Dad, I'm fine, I-"

"You're temperature is one hundred and SIX! That is not fine! Get some shoes!" Henry felt his hands started to shake. No, not now. He felt that familiar crushing feeling of his chest caring in on itself. Not now. Stupid panic attack disorder.

"Dad, really, itll go down in the hour I'm-"

"Lark Oliver Oak-Garcia, do not argue with me on this please, we are going to the emergency room and thats final. Now put on your shoes!" He knew he snapped, but he was freaking out. He didn't know anything about his stuff. In the Realms, when someone was this sick you'd cast a healing spell and bada-bing bada-boom, hes fine! But this isn't the realms, and there isn't magic! He pressed trembling fingers to his temples, trying to ease himself out of the coming panic attack before he really got consumed in the anxieties. He needed to be Dad right now, not Henry.

He looked around the room, listing off things he could touch or hear or see. Just like Mercedes had taught him.

Deep breath in.... Deep breath out. Its good. Lark's good. Focus on getting him to the doctor.

Henry snatched his keys and phone off the table, grabbing his wallet from the counter in passing and shuffling to get on his Birkenstocks.

Lark was shuffling awkwardly to the door, holding his Pichu plush. He looked nauseous just standing, but both Henry and Lark knew there was nothing left in his system to come back up.

Henry helped him into the passenger seat and buckled his seat belt, leaning it back so he wasnt sitting straight up and making himself light-headed. Then, he got himself in the drivers seat and pulled out of the driveway, handing his phone to Lark.

"Call your brother." He said sternly, eyes focused on the road as he moved to the urgent care clinical as fast as possible. Of course Lark listened, and Sparrow came through the Bluetooth of the car.

"Hey, Dad. What's up? How's Lark doing?"

"Hi, Sparrow. Letting you know, Lark's fever is almost 107, so we're going to the emergency room. Don't know when I'll be home, you can stay with one of the boys, or stay at home. I don't care. Mom's gonna be home around seven."

"Uh- oh! Okay. Um... Okay. Thats- okay, Dad. Is he okay? Just a high fever?" Of course Sparrow immediately sounding absolutely terrified.

"Don't panic,,Lark's good. He's just... He's low on fluids, his fevers high. I'll send you plenty of updates, promise. But, I gotta let you go cause we're here and I need to get him in. I love you so much, Sparrow."

"I... I love you too, Dad. And Lark. I- okay. I'll probably stay at Terry's."

"That's fine, call me when you get there, okay?"

"Okay... Bye."

"Bye, Sparrow.

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Henry paced the waiting room. Its not that they were doing anything major to Lark, just running some standard health checks and getting him settled in a room for the night. But, your pride and joy, your beautiful son whom you love more than life itself being in a hospital room without you? Terrifying. Fucking terrifying.

Darryl had arrived about five minutes ago, and was currently trying to get Henry to stand still.

"Darryl, Darryl, darling, you're wonderful but you really need to shut the fuck up. If I sit, I will stop the adrenalin rush and when I stop the adrenaline rush my thoughts start going-"

"Henry-"

"and that means my brain turns back on and when my brain turns back on, it means I'll probably have a panic attack and I really don't want to have one right now,"

"Henry!"

"at this moment, because for the love of god, Darryl, I need to know when my boy is okay and I can't know when my boy is okay if I have a panic attack because then I won't be able to-" Darryl grabbed hold of Henry's shoulders and stared him right in the eye.

"HENRY!" Thank god he finally got him to stop going down the rabbit hole, it took Henry long enough. He stared the other father in the eyes. His mind stopped for a moment. Just a moment. But it was a long enough moment.

Darryl knew the tears were coming before Henry ever showed signs of beginning to cry. He pulled him into a tight hug and just held him there, in strong arms.

"Its okay, Henry. He's fine. Just a high fever and some dehydration. He'll be fine." Darryl promised him.

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And, Darryl was right. Lark was fine. Henry freaked out over nothing. Late that night, Lark was discharged again. After his fever went back down and they gave him fluids.

It was now well past midnight, and Henry was exhausted. He got his just as tired son in bed, tucking him in and making sure the pichu was tucked in Lark's arms. He gave yet another forehead kiss, turning off the lamp.

"Goodnight, kiddo. Hope you feel better in the morning."

And, Henry dragged himself back to his bedroom, where Mercedes laid already asleep. He changed into a pair of pajama pants and crawled in next to her. Like her sixth sense, she rolled over to use Henry as some kind of large teddy bear like she did everything night. It was so nice. He took a long, deep, satisfying breath and settled into his pillows. His eyes became heavy, and he fell asleep faster than he had in years.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #this was more slef-indulgence than anything #henry has panic attacks okay? no one can take this away from me.

[kingofbr00klyn]

Newsies prompts! Yeah! Um... 1. Jack being a big brother to Race. 2. Crutchie and Racetrack getting into some trouble together. 3. Jack and Spot caring for some of the littles. Pick one or write them all idc. Can’t wait to read!

Hi this took me like 4 days to write, I thought it was longer than that but okay, I have loads of other stuff in the works, this is just the first one I finished. Sorry for the wait. So this is for the prompt we’re Crutchie and Race get into trouble.

I tried to mix both 1992sies and livesies in this, but I don’t think it really comes across. Also, this story is ever so slightly exaggerated, but oh well. But it’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so this probably isn’t the best.

This will also be found on my AO3 account.

"Remind me ta never listen ta you again."

"How was I'se suppost ta know this would 'appen?"

"Well, I dunno. But now I’m in trouble because a’ summing I didn’t even do."

“Oh c’mon! Nuthin’ bad happened. I came out worse than you did. You get to go home scot-free.”

“But still. This is all your fault an’ I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.”

"Wow, Crutch, whatta' way to throw a pal under da bus."

"You'se deserve it."

Race rolled his eyes and sulked further down into his chair, only to regret it when the hard plastic rubbed uncomfortably into his back. He glanced at his companion, who looked just about as shit as he felt. Crutchie kept nervously running a hand through his hair and fidgeting with the helm of his shirt, he looked like someone who had just been caught doing something illegal. Oh wait, that's because he had. Let's take a step back, shall we?

2 hours earlier.

Crutchie stood outside his door step, awaiting Race's arrival. The two had decided to spend the evening together, since none of their other friends were available. Race had said he would pick him up at 6. After Crutchie's watch ticked 6:15, Race's old TP Cruiser pulled up. He wore a bright, cheeky grin as he leaned over to open the passenger side door. "Get in loser, we're going shopping!" Crutchie gleefully obliged, grabbing his crutch and sliding into the front seat.

"Are you ready for the funnest night of yer life?" Race asked, a unlit cigar hanging loosely from his mouth.

Crutchie laughed. "We'se just goin' ta the diner on 4th, ain't we?"

"Nope," Race grabbed something from the cupholder beside him and handed it to Crutchie. "Just got this from my guy. Thought we'd treat ourselves tonight." It was a fake ID.

Antonio Higgings

11/12l1997

XXX XXXX XXX

XX/XX/XX

XX/XX/XX

"Yer guy?" Crutchie snorted, handing the card back. "You'se mean Albert."

"Maybe I do. Anyway, I'm low on cigs and shit, so I thought we'se stop by a corner shop and see how well this baby works." Starting the engine, Race pulled out of Crutchie's drive and set off for the nearest place that would give them what they wanted.

"What if we'se get caught? I don't wanna be done just because you'se got a nicotine addiction." Crutchie offered, messing with the diles for the radio.

"Then I punch Albert in the face," Race resorted. That drew a snicker from the blonde. "But seriously, don't worry 'bout it. Everthin's gonna be a-okay!"

Spolier altert; it wasn't.

After 10 or so minutes of driving, Race pulled to a stop and poorly parked the car. "Eh, good enough." He got out, with Crutchie tailing right behind him.

"You don't gotta come in. Ya know, cuz yer so scared of gettin' caught." The taller boy mocked.

Crutchie retaliated by hitting Race in the leg with his crutch. "I'm comin' wit' cha so you don't get punched in the face." Race forged offence, but waved off the comment.

The shop was small, just your regular off-licence, cheap booze with an even cheaper taste, the perfect thing to fuel Race's needs. A little bell rang as they opened the door, there weren't many people inside the shop, Crutchie noted the few middle aged men who were likely in there for similar reasons as themselves. Race swaggered to the front counter, an air of confidence around him. The shop clerk, a young man with a stoic expression, rolled his eyes at the tall blonde.

"What can I get you?" The clerk's tone was as cheerful as expected.

Race grinned cockily. "A smile would be a start, sweetheart," The shop clerk didn't respond, but continued to glare the boy down. "Okay then… A box o' ya finest Corona's and summa that scotch ya got up there." Race slapped $50 on the counter, along with his fake ID.

The clerk picked the card up, eying it suspiciously. Crutchie had a feeling this wouldn’t end well. “Yah think you’re funny, kid? Think I don’t know what a fake ID looks like?” The clerk said. “I’m gonna have to call the cops, you know.”

Race’s expression floored. Disbelief and fear quickly made itself at home. Crutchie felt a similar dread rise up in his stomach, he looked to Race for an inkling of what to do next, but the tall boy just continued to stare dumbly. Until he finally said, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill Albert.”

As it turns out, the shop had an undercover officer outside the shop to deal with instances like this. The clerk called him in, and he escorted Crutchie and Race to the local station. Luckily, they had pretty much just been given a slap on the wrist and a call home. Except, since this wasn’t Race’s first offence, so he had also been slapped with a $50 fine.

The boys anxiously awaited the arrival of the parents. Race had already had a million and one messages from his brother, Jack. The sonva’ was having a field day with this. Text after text about how much trouble Race would be in, how he was grounded and how much shit Jack’s going to give him for this. Race ignored his brother, instead opting for spamming Albert with a variety of angry messages in all caps.

GottaGoFast - RedHeadHoe

19:05

GottaGoFast: ALBERT FUCKING DASILVA

GottaGoFast: U FUCKING BITCH

GottaGoFast: IM SO GOING TO KILL U

RedHeadHoe: ???

GottaGoFast: im at the police station

RadHeadHoe: oh what did u do now???

RedHeadHoe: OH

RedHeadHoe: YOU GOT CAUGHT

RedHeadHoe: HA

GottaGoFast: YEAH AND ITS ALL UR FAULT

RedHeadHoe: how is it my fault???

GottaGoFast: BECAUSE UR THE 1 WHO GAVE ME THE ID

RedHeadHoe: dude u didnt have to use it

RedHeadHoe: also i dont make them so it aint my fault

RedHeadHoe: blame my guy

GottaGoFast: ur guy?????

RedHeadHoe: ye

RedHeadHoe: skittery

GottaGoFast: ok but ur still dead

RedHeadHoe: cool

GottaGoFast: dentys gonna be here soon so gotta go

RedHeadHoe: good luck my dude

GottaGoFast: fuck u

RedHeadHoe: :)

Race slipped his phone into his pocket, just in time to see some familiar faces walk though the station door. Bryan Denton, Race’s foster father, walked up to the receptionist desk, before being pointed towards where the boys were sitting. Race looked at Crutchie, before straightening his back and putting on his most charming smile. "Heya Denty!" Race beamed, hoping to the gods above that this would go in his favour. Bryan didn't look particularly mad, but Denton never really got mad. It was like the man was incapable of it, it was great, and Race had done a lot of things that would cause any parent to flip their shit.

"Race," Bryan started, calm and collected as always."What were you thinking?" Okay, maybe it wasn't as great as Race thought, Denton's tranquill state was quite unsettling at the moment, Race had no idea what he was thinking.

"We'se just wanted to have a bit a' fun, ya know, teenage stuff," The blonde rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Did they'se tell ya 'bout da fine?"

"Yeah, they told me over the phone," Denton said. "I'll pay it and then we'll go home. Jack's waiting for us in the car.”

Race rolled his eyes. "Oh yay."

Crutchie didn't really pay much attention to the scene in front of him, he was too caught up in his own head. Fear and worry filled his thoughts, his grandmother wasn't the most forgiving then it came to things like this. Crutchie remembered once when he was 7 and snuck out of his room in the middle of the night to get one of the freshly baked cookies his grandmother had made that day, the elderly woman had found out about his midnight snack and boy was there hell to pay. She wasn't particularly mean or nasty, she could just be strict at times.

Times like these, Crutchie thought as he saw his grandmother barrel towards him with an expression that would make the toughest of men wet themselves. "Charles Andrew Morris! You are in so much trouble, young man!" Oh no, she used his full name. He really was a goner.

"Race, I don't think I'm comin' outta this alive…” Crutchie said.

Race snorted. "Don't worry, my dude, I got this." Crutchie didn't have time to ask what 'this' was, as Race stepped in front of him and greeted his grandmother.

"Mrs Morris, so good ta see ya 'gain," Race started. That diverted the woman from her path of destruction, as she instead gave the blonde a striking glare. The Italian tried not to shrink under her gaze, opting to continue with his sentence. "So um, ya see, Ma'am. It wasn't actually Crutchie's fault, it was mine. So, err, don't punish him for my mistake."

What?

Crutchie was in complete disbelief. And he wasn't the only one, Bryan shared a similar expression. While Race was a good friend, he was also a bit of an asshole, so him taking all the blame for this (even though it was his fault), was a surprise.

Crutchie’s grandmother eyed the boy suspiciously, before she turned on her heels and walked away. “Come on, Charlie, it’s time to go home.”

Crutchie was slightly dumbfounded, but didn’t question as he hugged Race. “Thanks man.”

Race winked and smiled. “No problem, Crutch. Text me if you ain’t dead!”

“Will do!”

RiceCrutchies - Racer

21:35

RiceCrutchies: Guess who aint dead :)))

Racer: yayyyy

Racer: so what happened

RiceCrutchies: Gran wasn’t very happy but she wasnt too mad

RiceCrutchies: Im grounded for 2 weeks tho

Racer: oh well at least we had 1 last night of fun before that

RiceCrutchies: Yea so how’d it go with Denton???

Racer: not too bad

Racer: im also grounded but they took my cigs at the police station so i need to get more from Albert

RiceCrutchies: You think you would have learnt your lesson but ok

Racer: 👌

Racer: i gotta go crutch see you in school???

RiceCrutchies: Yeah, see you and try not to do anything illegal between then

Racer: no promises

RiceCrutchies: 🤦‍

#newsies #livesies #1992sies #newsies writing #writing #writing prompt #crutchie morris #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #albert dasilva #bryan denton #most of them are just mentioned #Jack and Race are brothers #Denton is their adopted dad #Bryan Denton? More like Danton #Crutchie lives with his grandmother #She’s kinda mean but she means well #This is honestly kinda shit #also on ao3 #jackcrutchie #but there is no mention of it #but it’s there #modern au #I forgot to tag that

[strangerthingsharrington]

Can’t Fight This Feeling

-6-

My head was pounding. I thought it was literally going to explode.

I hadn't slept well that night. I woke up almost every hour because of these dreams about Russians kidnapping Dustin and threatening to kill him because we were trying to crack their code.

At six thirty in the morning I gave up and decided to just stay awake. I washed and brushed my teeth to try and get me a bit more motivated.

I went to the kitchen in my pyjamas and a worn copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. I brought my foot onto the chair and leaned my head against my bent knee. I wasn't paying attention to the book, I think I reread the same sentence spoken by Scout about fifteen times before I really realized I wasnt absorbing any of the context. My mind was so spaced out.

Mom eventually came into the kitchen and went right to coffee maker where she got a new pot ready.

She turned to face me and raised a brow, "Isn't it summer break, honey? You should be sleeping."

I put my foot back on the ground and rested my arms on the table over my book, "Rough sleep," I mumbled.

She frowned at me, "You feeling okay?"

Yeah just the pure anxiety and fear about Russian spies being in Hawkins and I cant exactly tell anyone.

"Yeah...might have been too warm in the room last night or something," I lied and looked away from her, over to our sliding doors where the sun was already beating down.

I heard the chair across from mine move, I looked over just as she sat down with a small smile, "Was that Steve that dropped the two of you off last night?"

I rolled my eyes slightly, "It was."

She smiled, "See, he's not as bad now is he?"

I bit my lip, "Not as bad as high school but that doesn't mean he's been like...redeemed or something. Just means that Dustin looks up to him and I don't really have any other choice."

"Dustin is smart," she said easily, "he wouldn't get led astray by someone he didn't trust."

"Just because Dustin trusts him doesn't mean I have to, mom," I retorted, "I'm not going to ignore all the bad things I can associate to Steve Harrington just because of Dustin. I'll tolerate him and be nice, but you guys can't ask me to overlook everything."

She looked at me sadly, "LuLu...no one is saying that. Especially me. I remeber the day you came home school after that Tommy kid said Steve liked you...I remeber how upset you were. And those feeling were and still are extremely valid. You had every right to be upset.

"But sometimes, people do change. And people mature and grow up, and you should consider acknowledging that Steve might be doing just that, too," she told me gently, reaching across the table to touch my hand.

I sighed deeply, "I know, mom...I get that. I dunno...I think maybe I just want some sort of acknowledgement from him that he knows he made some of high school rough for me...I don't know if he even realizes it, and it's not something I would just randomly bring up to him, because that's weird," I said with a small smile.

"Well," she said heavily, "maybe that's something that you two can talk about at some point. But I just want you and Dusty to be happy, that's all that matters to me," she smiled.

I grinned, "I know."

"Whoa, Lou knows something? Alert the president," Dustin said from behind me.

I turned and looked behind me, "Yup, I know that I will always be taller than you."

He stared, unamused, "I'm sorry that you're literally the size of a toddler, but when I do get taller then you I'll make sure to carry you in my pocket," he said, walking over to me and patting my head.

I swatted his hand away but he switched hands and continued to pat my head. A second later it turned into us just swatting at each other's hands and calling each other names. It continued to escalate because no way in hell was my little brother going to get the upper hand.

"Don't touch me, you goof."

"Be quiet you jerk."

"You little shit head."

"No you're a shit head!"

"Kids!" mom exclaimed.

By this point I was standing, and had pinned Dustin's arms behind him and he had his leg wrapped around my leg trying to trip me. We looked up to the kitchen entryway and saw mom standing with the man himself, Steve.

Dustin and I relased each other, "When did you get here?" Dustin asked breathlessly.

I was breathing heavily after our little friendly tussle, "I knocked on the door and your mom let me in?" he said, holding a tray with three coffee cups.

Steve and I made eye contact and his eyes shifted down to my legs before immediately looking away from me. I looked down and remembered that my pjs consisted of black short shorts and a Bowie shirt.

I was instantly mortified.

"I'll be right back," I said with a blazing hot face.

I sped walked past Dustin, mom, and lastly Steve who's face might have rivalled mine in redness. 

I ran to my bedroom and closed the door behind me.

I ran both my hands down my face. This was all I needed in my life. For my former crush/high school mean guy to see me in shorts that were too short for him to being seeing and an old worn out David Bowie shirt.

I pushed off my door and went to my dresser, pulling out a pair or jeans shorts and off the shoulder sweatshirt with my worn out converse shoes.

I composed myself and took a deep breath before heading out of my room and back to the kitchen, where Steve was sitting at the table with my mom and Dustin.

"LuLu!" mom happily said, "Steve said he was driving you and Dustin to the mall?"

I looked at the table set up and the only empty chair was next to Steve, I looked to Dustin and saw him grinning at me. Shithead.

I walked over and sat down quickly, "Yeah um, I wanted to see Robin. Don't really have the chance to see her now that she's working so, yeah."

Mom continued to smile at me and nodded, "Maybe she'll want to come over for dinner next week?"

"Maybe," I nodded.

Steve cleared his throat from next me, "I huh, got you a coffee. I wasnt sure what you took in it but your mom fixed it up," he said, sliding the white cup over to me.

"Oh! Okay, thank-you," I brought the cup up and took a sip.

"Well," my mom started, putting her hands on the table and pushing away, "I've got to head to work. Let me know if you two need a drive back from the mall on my way home."

Steve raised his hand, "I can drive them home, Mrs. Henderson," he told him, lowering his hand awkwardly.

She smiled sweetly at him, "Well isn't that nice, thank you, Steve. You two make sure you thank him for driving your butts around."

She pushed her chair back in and left the kitchen.

"Wait till you see the stuff I'm bringing-"

"Shh!" Steve and I both raised a hand to cut off Dustin's sentence. We heard the front door close and we both let our hands down.

"You trying to let mom hear about your spy gear that you're bringing to the mall or something, Dust?" I hissed.

"Seriously, we can't let your mom find out, man, keep it to just me, Louise and Robin," Steve agreed.

Dustin's mouth was still open, "Okay, well, I don't appreciate the sass from either one of you, if I'm being honest.

"Anyways," he dramatically stated adding an eye roll, "I brought binoculars so Steve and I can do some spying of our own."

I grinned and took a sip of my coffee, "Who's going to work on the message then?" Steve questioned.

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, "Robin," Dustin and I stared at the same time.

Steve rolled his eyes but nodded in understanding, "Sure, where is Lou gonna be? With us?"

I looked over at him, "I'm gonna stay with Robin," I stated simply.

"Yeah, we can't exactly have three people running the mall looking for Russian spies, two is way more than enough," Dustin said sternly.

I nodded, "Exactly."

Again, Steve shrugged, "Okay, yeah, sure."

I pushed my chair away from the table, "Okay, well let's get this started then."

——

Dustin had taken Steve out of Scoops Ahoy the moment Robin stepped foot in the store. Dustin was absolutely adamant that they would be able to spot a spy amongst the throngs of people that were already congregated inside.

I was stationed in the back room and Robin was sitting on the back counter in the front of the store next to the open partition so we could play the recording and both be able to hear it.

Robin was twirling the pencil around her fingers when the shrill chime of the bell rang out. Robin closed her eyes and took a deep breath, I looked around her and saw Erica Sinclair, Lucas' little sister with a group of her friends. I babysat Erica on occasion and she called me, and everyone, a nerd.

She caught my eye and scrunched her face up at me before ringing the bell again, "Ahoy!" she yelled.

I moved my head only to see Robin staring blankly.

"Do you think she'll just go away?" she asked as the bell continued to be hit.

"Nope," I said with a pop.

Robin sighed and spun away from me, sliding easily off the counter.

"Yes?"

"I would like to try the peanut butter swirl, please," Erika told her with a phoney pleasantry to her voice. 

"No, no more samples today," Robin replied with a entertained edge to her voice.

I looked around Robin and saw Erica's face drop, "Why not?"

"Because you're abusing our company policy."

Erica scoffed looking around the counter, "Where the sailor man?"

Robin started turning toward me with a small smile, "Sorry he can't help you, he's busy."

"Busy with what?" Erica asked confused.

Robin smiled at me before turning to face her and her friends once again, "Spy craft," she said simply.

"Then I'll come back when sailor man is back," Erica scoffed before turning and walking away with her friends.

Robin laughed as she faced me, "She will honestly make me stand here forever to serve her little tiny spoonfuls of ice cream."

I giggled and shrugged, "She's always been a bit sassy."

"Anyways," she sighed, "a trip to China sounds nice...what could this mean?"

"I'm not sure," I mused, "I get that it's a code you're not supposed to easily crack...but shit, this is insane."

She closed up the Russian to English dictionary and groaned, "I need a two minute rest because my brain is going to explode."

I nodded and hit pause on the recording, "Do you think Dustin and Steve have found anything yet?"

Robin hummed, "I honestly don't know. I mean, do you think Russian spies would just be hanging out in the mall where they're making secret codes?"

"No," I shook my head, "they would have somewhere secret to go...it wouldn't be in the open. They would have a secret entrance too, probably."

"Well if Steve on the case, he's probably trying to find the next girl to try his 'Ahoy ladies! Sail with me on this ocean of flavour,' opening line on," Robin said off handed.

I smirked, "Is that the line he's going with?"

"Yup. And he's struck out every single time," she said with a small chuckle, "so how has it been hanging around with him?"

"Conflicting," I admitted with a small smile.

"Why?"

I let our a deep breath, "Because I just...I still put Steve with Steve Harrington from high school. Jerk extraordinaire," I said with a small laugh, "but he hasn't been really coming across that way the past couple of days and it's messing with my brain a bit. He brought me a coffee this morning for Gods sake."

"He's dopey but he's not...as much of an asshole. Granted, I think everyone is a bit of an asshole..." she drifted off but it made me laugh and nod.

"I don't know," I whined, "it's like, I know in the past he's made me feel bad and embarrassed. But yesterday he made me laugh and he's been nice to me. But I'm constantly reminding myself of how shitty he made me feel to try and cancel out the okay feeling I've had."

Robin smiled sadly at me, "Trust me. It was hard for me to feel anything other than irritation for him when we started working together. But I've tried to separate high school Steve from this Steve and that's how I've been able to keep a level-ish head around him," she explained before rolling her eyes, "granted, like I've said, he can still be a giant moron and I'm a bit of an joking asshole to him...but he's not, you know...mean mean in return."

I leaned my head through the partition and rested my forehead on her shoulder with a huff, "We're bonded through this spy nonsense now, gonna have to get used to him a bit."

"Speaking of spy nonsense," Robin sighed before reaching out and hitting 'Play' on the recorder, "let's try and wrap this message decoding up."

—

Title credit to REO Speedwagon and gif credit to owner

#steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things imagine #dustin henderson #steve harrington x reader #netflix #steve harrington imagine

[dyaz-stories]

“you’re the only delivery person who gets to my house in any semblance of the word fast which is why i keep requesting you but you don’t believe me and tease me constantly about it” AU

AU by @dailyau and @demineil. Enjoy!

Modern AU, Inukag and Mirsan, crack-ish I guess. Just a short little something because I liked this idea ^-^

Word count: 1,636

Kagome practically jumped when she heard her stomach grumbling. In a daze, she looked at her computer screen, glancing at the time for the first time that day.

10 p.m.

Shit. When was the last time I ate? I don’t remember eating at noon… Did I even eat this morning? Oh, mom is going to kill me if I lose any more weight!

But more importantly (though ‘murder by Mama Higurashi’ was pretty bad) she was so hungry it hurt. Food. Now. She needed to it. She got to her feet and walked in her kitchen, only to find it painfully empty. Riiiight, she hadn’t gone out all week because she was working on that never-ending thesis. She cursed inwardly. Looked like she had to order some food, again, but quickly because otherwise she was going to faint.

She grabbed her phone. She knew just where to call, but…

She hesitated briefly before shaking her head and dialing the number of the closest pizza place.

“Hello, Shikon Pizza here, what can I do for you?” the elderly voice of Kaede greeted her.

Kagome smiled in relief. She liked it better when it was Kaede — the other woman who picked up the phone, Kikyo, was terribly intimidating.

“Hi, it’s Kagome Higurashi, I was hoping I could…”

“Of course, Kagome,” Kaede interrupted her fondly. “I’ll take care of everything. I suppose you want me to send Inuyasha?”

Kagome closed her eyes. She could already feel herself blushing. But the truth was, at least Inuyasha was fast as hell. Kaede was terribly slow (but why did a woman that age insist on riding a bike anyway?) and Kikyo wasn’t particularly fast either, while Inuyasha had the advantage of his demonic speed.

“Yes please,” she mumbled.

“Then consider it done!”

Kagome sighed as the old woman hung up. She glanced at her clothes and frowned, stepping into her room to get dressed. Not that there was much of a point at this time of day, but at least that would be one less thing Inuyasha would comment on.

The first time, he had been unbelievably rude to her, and she had promised herself she would never, under any circumstances, have him again. She had even taken the time to write herself a note to ask for someone else.

Unfortunately, situations like this night were becoming more and more common as her deadline got closer, and the time right after, she had actually asked Kaede if she could send him. He had gotten there incredibly quickly, and well, she was fucking hungry.

He had been even more rude that time, with a hint of confusion behind it though, and Kagome had sworn, again, that he wouldn’t be back.

But, again, her stomach had won that battle.

The third time, he had been much more intrigued and almost defensive. That had been easier — she had been able to get rid of him fast and to eat.

Afterwards, though, it hadn’t been that easy. He had started doing that thing where he towered over her a little more, and he grinned (which tended to let his fangs appear and for some reason she loved that), and his voice got deeper and somewhat sultry and then how was she supposed to focus on her thesis when her senses were filled with him and and and ugh.

Yes, she thought he was handsome. His golden eyes, particularly, filled her dreams, but his white hair, cut short, and his lovely dog ears didn’t leave her indifferent either. Maybe, some other time, she would even have asked him out.

But she had work to do. She really, really couldn’t get into anything right now, much less in a relationship with a moody, though terribly attractive, man. She was sighing heavily when she heard the doorbell.

She glanced at her clock in disbelief — how does he do that? — then walked, maybe a little too fast, to open it.

Sure enough, there he was, with a smug smile, and looking at her like he was going to devour her whole.

Honestly, she’d let him.

If she didn’t have a thesis to finish.

“Hungry?” he practically purred, holding out the pizza.

Oh, if only he knew.

She reached out, only to have him put it out of her reach. She rolled her eyes.

“Starving, actually,” she replied, annoyed. “I haven’t eaten all day. Could you…?”

“Sure thing,” he answered, waiting for her to get her money.

“You’re the fastest delivery man around,” she mumbled, feeling her cheeks burning any way. She wasn’t too sure why she always got the need to justify herself. Maybe she didn’t want him to think she was desperate girl, doing everything she could to get a chance to hit on him. Maybe she was trying to convince herself, because she genuinely enjoyed seeing him.

“Yeah, you say that every time,” Inuyasha answered, his voice dryer than it usually was.

She looked up at him and noticed his frown, but more importantly, the way his ears drooped a little.

Oh, no. She didn’t want that. It hurt her more than she had expected and she hated it and…

“I have a thesis to finish,” she blurted out.

“Oh?” Inuyasha asked, cocking an eyebrow. His ears perked up just a little, and even though Kagome was terribly embarrassed at this point, she swallowed and kept going.

“The deadline’s really close and that’s all I’ve been doing.”

“Oh.”

“So I really don’t have time for anything right now.”

This time, Inuyasha gave her a toothy grin, and for a second, she wondered about how his fangs would feel against her skin if— Your thesis, Kagome.

“But after that…”

“Yeah?” Inuyasha leaned in. Being taller than her, he was easily towering over her, and the closer he got, the harder it got to think and be coherent.

“After that, I’ll be free.”

“Huh,” he said. “But that’ll take you a while.”

She breathed in deeply as he got closer, one of his clawed hands toying with her hair.

“I mean, it’d be nice if I got, I dunno… A reason to wait.”

Kagome blinked. Despite herself, images of her giving Inuyasha an embroidered handkerchief passed in her mind. Ugh, this thesis was killing her. She never wanted to hear about Feudal Era, whether it was in Japan or in Europe, ever again.

She bit her lip, eliciting an almost immediate growl of Inuyasha. “What do you have in mind?”

He took that as a permission. He crashed his mouth on hers, and he smiled when he heard her sigh desperately. She got on her tiptoes to try to get as close to him as possible, their bodies reacting almost desperately to the other’s embrace.

Way too soon, Inuyasha stepped back, leaving her with weak knees.

“If you need some distraction ’til you finish your thing, you’ll know where to find me,” he said, his words teasing but his voice letting on more of his emotions.

Kagome nodded wordlessly.

“But then I’ll want you all for myself.”

Oh. Oh God.

She wanted to finish that stupid thing more than ever.

“It’s so nice to meet you Kagome!” Inuyasha’s best friend, Miroku, hold out his hand while his girlfriend, Sango, gave her a bright smile. “We’ve been so curious about you!”

“Miroku’s a real gossip,” Inuyasha told her with a frown.

He looked all grumpy, but Kagome knew he’d been dying to introduce her to his friends, and at the same time, terribly stressed to do so. She had come to see that that was very like him. He would always act annoyed when he was afraid something would go wrong, at the risk of making it go wrong that way.

“How did you two meet?” Sango asked. “Inuyasha wouldn’t tell us!”

“I had a very good reason,” he growled.

“Oh, well you see, Inuyasha was the delivery guy and I always requested him because he was the fastest one…”

“Sure you did,” Inuyasha said, grinning, but Sango couldn’t help but notice how fond his smile was.

“I did,” Kagome sighed. “I swear. Anyway, after a while…”

“The seventh time she requested me, actually,” Inuyasha corrected her.

“You counted?”

At that he only responded with a ‘Keh!’ and looked away, with maybe the smallest of blush on his cheeks, and it was only Sango’s foot furiously crashing Miroku’s that stopped him from commenting ‘Oh how adorable!’

“The seventh time I requested him,” Kagome continued, smiling widely and discreetly reaching for her boyfriend’s hand to give it a squeeze, “I told him that I actually had a thesis to finish so I couldn’t do anything right now, much less see someone. And then he said he’d wait.”

She giggled, keeping for herself the heated kiss they had shared afterwards. Sango bit back an ‘Awwww’, knowing it would only embarrass Inuyasha further. That being said, she had no idea why he hadn’t been willing to tell them. What was the problem with that story?

“Wait, so he was your deliveryman?” Miroku asked.

Sango and Inuyasha’s eyes met. Holy shit, no, she had to stop him…

“Yes, he was,” Kagome answered.

“So it’s just like a porn flick!”

He knew Sango was going to kill him for that, but the look on her— Oh, Inuyasha was not happy with him and Sango did look like she was going to murder him.

Well, he’d better start running then.

Kagome shook her head as his girlfriend caught him and Inuyasha and her both started growling and shouting at him.

“I mean he’s not wrong though,” she mumbled to herself.

Especially for the sex.

Inuyasha’s ear flicked and Kagome couldn’t help but smirk when she noticed his eyes widening.

She understood why he had teased her so much in the beginning. It was so much fun.

#inuyasha #kagome #inukag #Inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha au #mirsan #my writing

[hanasinbloom]

[SakuMahi] Married AU - Prologue

So, I was really really wanting to write this out as an actual fic for the longest time. I finally started it! Warning though, it’s pretty damn long ahaha.

As the title says, this is just the prologue to a longer fic that I’m going to be working on. It is the beginning to the Married AU that myself,  @crazyanime3 , and @wonderfulchaos69 have been working on. I know this seems like a strange place to start, but I really wanted to show their bond as friends before moving into any of the romantic stuff.

I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

It wasn’t that he had never seen it before. It was more along the lines of him denying it to the very end. But denial can only take you so far. Once Sakuya realized that and actually came to terms with his own feelings, all that was left was actually attempting to convey them to the person who held onto his heart by the strings. His best friend since his high school years, Mahiru Shirota, was blissfully unaware of his innate ability to make Sakuya swoon with a single glance in his direction. His bright, chestnut eyes that made him weak in the knees. His glistening grin that caused Sakuya’s heart to leap from his chest.

    Sakuya had attempted on multiple occasions to hint at his infatuation, hoping that the younger male would pick up what he was not-so-subtly throwing down. But alas, they stood beside each other in the line of a crowded shopping mall, picking up some groceries and supplies that Mahiru needed for his apartment. He scoffed at his own thoughts, realizing that he may be doomed to the friendzone forever if things continued in this direction.

    “Sakuya…?” came a voice from in front of him, snapping him back to reality. Mahiru, with an open palm waving in front of Sakuya’s face, stepped back after seeing the shocked look he was displaying. “Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you…”

    “S’okay,” Sakuya muttered in response, “It’s my fault. What’s up?”

    “Well, it’s our turn to pay,” Mahiru paused, “and you are still holding the milk carton.”

    He only let out a sigh and a small “oh” for a reply. With a distant expression, the carton was placed on the conveyer belt. Mahiru seemed to take that as satisfactory because he did not offer any follow up reply and continued to pay for the items. Sakuya’s hands made their way into his pockets, like usual, as his mind began to amble off again. It wasn’t long before his attention was pulled away from his thoughts once more, only this time, his vision was met with concerned eyes and drooping shoulders.

    Mahiru spoke up once he had his friend’s undivided attention. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, or not?”

“Hm? What do ya mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean, Sakuya. You’ve barely said a word this entire trip.”

Sakuya scrunched his face for a second, hesitant to humor the request. He decided against it by putting on a grin and waving his hand in a dismissing manner. “It’s nothing, really. There isn’t really much to say when running errands,” he chuckled in hopes that Mahiru would leave the issue alone.

He should’ve known that wouldn’t be the case. “Are you bored? I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have dragged you along with me.”

“No, no! I don’t mind coming along! It’s just that there isn’t much to talk about right now?” he shrugged, “I dunno how to convey to you that nothing’s up!”

He lied.

He’d been struggling with his feelings for quite a while. Pretty much since they graduated, it’s been a hellfire of internal battles every time the two of them hung out together. Even when they weren’t physically next to one another, Sakuya debated back and forth on if he should send a quick text or call for a short chat, just to see how things were doing. But he could never bring himself to do it. He had decided day after day that he would confess, but each time, there was a new excuse or something else that he had to do that conveniently interrupted or stood in the way of their time together. For almost 6 years now, Sakuya struggled. Even at 23 years old, he felt like a child who wanted nothing more than to ask the cute girl in his class to sit with him at lunchtime. However, there was a full understanding of the position he stood; and it was one in which he would never move forward from the place he currently occupied.

He was a coward at best.

The two sat in the car, all the bags from their shopping trip placed neatly in the back seat. Mahiru turned up the radio before scanning the area behind him to make sure it was safe to back out. Sakuya stared out the window, his cheek resting uncomfortably in his palm. He had noticed how distant he had been recently as well, but it all was so unconscious. He had a million things to say, but every one of them shied away each time he opened his mouth. A barrage of emotions was waiting to be set free, and yet, they were held tightly by reins that only Sakuya’s pride could control.

Breaking the awkward atmosphere as they pulled into the driveway of Sakuya’s apartment, Mahiru turned down the music. With a deep sigh, he spoke, “Look. If you are angry with me or anything, you can always tell me.” He shushed Sakuya’s instant protests before continuing, “I won’t press you to talk to me, but I just want to make sure that I am 100% clear. You can’t fool me. I know you too well. But I also don’t want you to feel forced to tell me what’s going on with you.”

Sakuya nodded, “Yeah… I understand…Don’t worry though, I’m not mad at you.”

“Alright,” Mahiru smiled. “Then, I’ll see you later. And if you ever want to chat, let me know.”

“Gotcha.”

Sakuya smiled as well as he stood out of the car and shut the door. Walking up to his apartment, he could still hear the low rumbling of Mahiru’s car behind him. ‘Just like always…’ he thought with a scoff.

The next morning was brutally hot, as to be expected from the beginning of summertime. He shoved the blankets off and slid his legs limply over the side of the bed. Picking up his phone, he noticed that there was a text from Mahiru waiting for him.

[Good morning! We should go out later today! Let me know when you are free!]

A grin spread on his lips within seconds. It wasn’t the first time he had received a good morning message from him, but today, he just felt good. He couldn’t explain it if he tried, but there was a tingling feeling in his gut when he read it. Not a single second was wasted before another message was sent in return.

[Sounds good. Got any ideas?]

Within a minute or two, the screen lit up.

[Oh, good! You’re awake! I have a few ideas on things to do, but I’m not going to tell you. Meet me over at my place whenever you are ready, okay?]

‘A surprise? So spontaneous,’ he thought to himself. ‘So unlike him…’ His imagination began to wander in a manner that made him blush. But he had to push such fantasies out of his mind for the time being if he was going to be going out. He couldn’t risk the thoughts following him and messing things up for the day.

[Got it]

He was ready to leave within a the hour, but he didn’t want to seem too eager. Sakuya waited until a few hours after their short conversation before sending another text to let his best friend know that he was on his way. The car ride was silent, while Sakuya battled with his own imagination, wondering what in God’s name Mahiru could be planning.

When he arrived, he knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. He could hear bickering on the other side in which Mahiru was yelling at his roommate to get the door and the other complaining about how much work it was to get off the couch. The door opened slowly with a click and he met eyes with a tall man with lanky arms that hung at his sides. Light blue bangs draped over his eyes like curtains. Piercing blue eyes darted daggers at him from behind thin locks of hair.

“What the hell are you looking at me like that for?” Sakuya barked.

“You’re the reason I had to pause my game? Sheesh, seems like a wasted effort…” the man looked towards the floor and then turned to walk back to his previous spot on the couch, where there was an indention of his body waiting for him to return.

“Kuro! Can you actually make yourself useful for once and turn that stupid game off!”

Sakuya let himself in, hearing Mahiru’s irritated rambling from the other room down the hall.

“What? I opened the door… That was something useful, wasnt it?” Kuro questioned, not even bothering to look up from the handheld game.

“How’d Mahiru end up with such a lazy good-for-nothing roommate like you?” Sakuya spat.

As if on cue, Mahiru stepped out from the hallway, patting his shirt clean of any remaining dust that could have escaped from the apron he had discarded. “Don’t mind him,” he sent a glare over his shoulder, “Are you ready to head out?”

“Yeah, I guess. I wasn’t sure where we were going, so I dressed casually…” Sakuya said with minor pauses between his words, unsure of how Mahiru would respond.

The brunette laughed a little hearing that, but assured him that it was fine.”We aren’t going anywhere fancy or anything, so I’m sure you’ll be fine in that.” He stopped for a moment and pointed to the fuchsia jacket hanging around Sakuya’s hips. “You might want to leave that in the car, though. It’s a little too warm for a jacket.”

“Oh, yeah. I just wasn’t sure if we’d be out late.”

“Not sure. I guess we’ll see how this all plays out,” Mahiru chuckled as he stepped past Sakuya towards the front door. “Okay, Kuro, I’m heading out. Please get something productive done today…”

“Yes Mom,” was the only response he received as they shut the door and headed to Mahiru’s car, leaving Sakuya’s parked in the guest parking space that he had pretty much claimed at this point.

“So! Off we go!” Mahiru grinned, shifting into reverse before backing out into the main street.

“Yeah, are you gonna tell me where yet?”

Mahiru tapped a slim finger against his chin in a condescending manner with a smirk on his face, “Hm… Well let’s see… It’s not like you can escape now that we are in a moving vehicle.”

“Hey! I could jump out if I wanted to!” Sakuya laughed.

“Yeah, sure,” Mahiru responded with a slight snicker. “Anyways, I felt bad about yesterday. You seemed really bored by just running errands. So I figured we could go and do something fun.”

“You didn’t have to do that, y’know,” Sakuya replied in surprise. “I really don’t mind helping you do shopping and stuff.”

Mahiru paused, “I know you don’t mind. I guess you can think of this as a type of thanks then? For always being so willing to help out.”

Sakuya scoffed. ‘You know better than to thank me for something so meaningless,’ was all that crossed his mind. But he wouldn’t dare say such a thing.

When they arrived at their destination, Sakuya was genuinely surprised at Mahiru’s choice. They pulled up to a larger building with a sandwich board sign out front labeled with the drink specials and however much of a discount they were offering at the time. Music poured out into the parking lot, despite there not being many windows other than on the storefront. They could hear snippets of people singing, some bad and some worse than bad. But of course, that was to be expected from a well-known karaoke bar.

“Karaoke, huh? Since when are you into this sort of thing?” Sakuya leaned against the door of the car while he waited for his friend to join him.

“Come on, you say that like I’m boring.”

“Oh no, I didn’t mean that. I just mean that you don’t know how to have fun.” he mocked, poking the brunette’s cheek, earning himself a licht whack to the back of the head.

“Rude!”

“Sorry, sorry.”

The atmosphere inside the room was different than they’d thought based solely on the outside’s gritty appearance. It was hard to tell that they were even in the same place. When they entered, they were met with warm, dull lighting that made the room appear to be much smaller and more intimate than the outside had led them to believe. To their surprise, the room was more lively than expected to be in the middle of the day. Although most of the bars and clubs that were around didn’t even open until the evening, so it was understandable why so many congregated here during the daytime.

“It’s pushing 4 right now; definitely too early to drink,” Mahiru said, taking a seat on one of the stools, gesturing for Sakuya to sit on the one beside him. “But we can sing and have some food first, and then maybe some drinks later on.”

Sakuya scanned the room, smiling. He hadn’t been to a karaoke place in what felt like forever, although in actuality, it had only been maybe a year or so. The attendant that approached them was a young woman, maybe a few years older than he was, but maybe not. She offered to take their order whenever they were ready and they thanked her. The two of them talked about mundane things, sort of just jabbering on about their daily lives. Sakuya told Mahiru how work at the music store had been recently and Mahiru, about his endless list of house chores that he had been determined to finish before the brunt of summer weather hits. They told stories over some appetizers while various guests of the bar sang their hearts out. A good time like this was exactly was Sakuya had been missing out on, and he was unbelievably happy that he could be sharing it with the person he held dearest to him, whether he knew it or not.

“Hey, Sakuya, let’s sing something together!” Mahiru offered, taking a sip of the light cocktail he’d ordered not long before.

“Sure, what do you want to sing?” Sakuya asked, reaching for the song list while pushing away his half-empty martini.

The younger man stood from his seat and stretched. “It doesn’t matter to me. You can pick. Something simple.”

“Of course.”

Sakuya searched through the extensive list for an idea on what they could possibly sing together. They didn’t really have similar tastes in music, but they were usually willing to stand for the other’s choice, regardless. Finally, he decided on an upbeat song that was fairly popular, so they were sure to both know it well enough.

“This one is fine,” he said, showing the small booklet to the attendant, who was controlling the music for the main room from behind the bar. She agreed with a bright smile that it was a popular choice for couples to sing, in which he sputtered a bit that they weren’t together. Thankfully, Mahiru was already taking hold of the microphones and too far away to have heard the comment.

The music began slowly and softly. Sakuya began singing to the melody alone. All eyes were on him in this moment, including Mahiru’s.

He’d never realized just how great of a singer Sakuya was.

When the pace picked up, Mahiru joined in, shining under the lights in just a way that made Sakuya’s heart flutter. Without thinking, he reached for Mahiru’s hand, pulling him closer to dance while they sung the words. The crowd sung along with them, but it was all blocked out by the beat of the music and their hearts pumping in the heat of the moment. The alcohol, beginning to sink in, only fueled Sakuya’s energy as he spun Mahiru around. They laughed together, singing and dancing in front of a group of strangers that they had already forgotten exist. Time was put on hold and Sakuya was going to enjoy it to the fullest before his moment was finished.

The song reached its end and the crowd settled back into their own business, leaving a panting Mahiru and an adrenaline fueled Sakuya standing face to face, only inches from each other. Sakuya’s hand had landed along the small of Mahiru’s back, holding him closely against his heaving chest. Mahiru’s golden brown eyes stared directly into his auburn ones, piercing through him as every second passed. He gulped a little, not ever wanting to leave this moment. His mind raged on and on that this was a dangerous situation, but he didn’t want to listen. Over and over again, he would hear himself screaming to let go and back away. But he couldn’t move. His legs were frozen, paralyzed.

“Mahiru…” Sakuya began, leaning in closer, the alcohol still lingering on his breath. “I… I’ve always… lo-”

“Um, excuse me?” came a foreign voice from beside the two of them, a young man. He stood, looking down at his feet, unsure what to make of the awkward situation he just put himself in. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but we need the microphones back.”

“O-Oh,” Mahiru backed away, quickly handing off the microphone in his hand while Sakuya followed suit, a blushing mess.

The young man thanked them and took the mics back to the bar for the next guests to use. When they noticed the time, it was already pushing midnight and Sakuya insisted that he had to work the next day. Mahiru nodded in agreement. They paid for their food and drinks before ambling out the door. When they reached the car, Mahiru suggested that he take Sakuya home and he could pick up his car the next day.

“Are you okay to drive?” Sakuya asked the brunette.

“Yeah, I only had half of a cocktail. That’s not enough to do anything to me,” was the response.

“‘Kay, good…”

They chatted aimlessly on the way home. Sakuya was already half asleep by the time they made it to the apartment. They both got out of the car, so Mahiru could walk Sakuya to the door.

“Get some rest tonight, Sakuya,” Mahiru smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I hope you had fun. I sure did!”

Sakuya yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, I did. It had been a while since I’d had a good time. So thanks…”

When they made it to the front door, they said their goodbyes and good nights, giving a fist bump before turning to go their separate ways. Before Sakuya made it fully inside, he heard his name from behind. He glanced over his shoulder to see Mahiru facing him, an expression that appeared to be a combination of confusion and a pout on his face. The younger man’s mouth scrunched in a way that Sakuya hadn’t seen before.

“What’s up, Mahiru? Forget somethi–”

“I-I’ve always loved you too!”

The pause was longer than he had intended, but it took some extra time for Sakuya to process what he had just heard. He hadn’t just heard Mahiru say he loved him, did he? It had to be his imagination playing tricks on him.

“Uh… what?” was all he could muster.

“Y-You… That’s what you were going to say, wasn’t it?” The look of panic was now clearly visible on Mahiru’s face. “W-When we were at the bar… You started to say that you l-loved me, didn’t you?”

Now that his attention had been peaked, Sakuya turned around and took a couple steps closer. “How… I mean… Well…” he stumbled over his words. He couldn’t think clearly. This was certainly not how he envisioned his confession. And he definitely did not expect Mahiru to be the one to confess first. He didn’t even think Mahiru felt the same way. “Yes. I have always loved you, Mahiru…”

There it was. It was out. Finally. Finally. He said it. And he wasn’t getting shot down. This feeling was something he could only describe as bliss.

“You have?” Mahiru asked, clearly embarrassed now that his feelings were out in the open.

“Yeah… Since high school…”

Sakuya took another step forward, so they were now within arm’s reach. He pulled Mahiru into a hug, his fingers gripping the back of the brunette’s shirt, never wanting to let go. He could feel himself being held just as tightly.

“Mahiru… Would you like to go out with me again soon?”

“Of course… I’d love to.”

“Mahiru?”

“Yes, Sakuya?”

“Does this mean that we are dating now?”

“Yes, Sakuya.”

And with that, they separated, said their goodbyes once again, and then parted, each to their own apartments. Sakuya went inside, grinning from ear to ear. He bounced up the stairs and flopped down on the bed, awaiting sleep to pull him into wonderful dreams replaying the night he’d just had. And he just couldn’t wait to text his boyfriend in the morning.

END PROLOGUE

#sakumahi #sakuya watanuki #mahiru shirota #sakuya x mahiru #servamp #fanfiction #inofujiwara #ino fujiwara #crazyanime3 #wonderfulchaos69 #married au #sakumahi married au

[buckykingofmemes]

Bucky, can you tell us about one of the times you had to take care of poor, sick, pre-serum Steve? I'm fighting off the last of a virus and could use a good story.

look you guys. i dunno what the hell kinda history books youve been reading about pre-serum steve, but ‘poor sick’ steve was pretty much the literal devil.

i am not joking. he was pretty much the definition of ‘lead you right into temptation’ if you assume that what youre being tempted to do is get in so many fistfights. 

so. many. i coulda really used a sickass robot arm back in the day, because my goodness did i do a lotta punching.

anyway, sick steve went through four stages, like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, except he turned from a tiny angry man with the ability to breathe into a tiny angry man with the ability to pass out with zero warning. stage one was called ‘Im Not Sick, I Always Breathe Like This,’ and did indeed involve steve wheezing a lot. usually that was the first sign. but tiny steve had asthma, so sometimes he really did just breathe like that. at this stage, steve would insist that he was ‘fine, bucky, honestly stop glaring at my lungs. you cant even see them.’

the second stage was called ‘So Maybe I Might Be Sick But Im Still Fine Though,’ and pretty much came into play when steve stopped being able to get a whole word out without gasping in the middle. fun fact? steve’s eyebrows did not grow when he got the super serum, so if you think his angry face is bad now, just imagine allll that scowl packed into steve’s itty bitty please-punch-me starter face.

stage three was ‘If Im Dying Im Gonna Go Out The Way I Came In, Screaming And Covered In Blood’ which was the stage where steve, despite the fact that he was supposed to be in bed, would try to sneak out and go do things. this wouldnt be so bad if 1. he wasnt prone to just suddenly passing out when he was sick, or 2. had had any control at all over what came out of his mouth. that thing steve does where if youre doing something he objects to morally, he will 100% of the time come over and inform you that you should be expecting a punch in the near future? yeah. tiny steve did that too. luckily his brain-to-mouth filter was improved by the serum, or im pretty sure he’d have started fights with a lot more than 117 countries and literally every nazi ever. Anyways, he’d try and sneak out, and if he succeeded, he would almost always wind up picking a fight with somebody, because having bad luck and terrible impulse control is what steve do.

the final stage was called ‘Bucky I Promise I Wont Do Anything Stupid, Please Stop Sitting On Me,’ and it was the point at which i started ignoring everything he said until he could say a whole sentence in one breath. 

#bucky's brooklyn accent comes out stronger when he's talking about his childhood #steve is a good person but good lord was he a pain #the rigeous-fight-everything schtick is only fun if you dont lose every single fight #tales from the tower #team took all the stupid #bucky king of memes #Anonymous

[ella-the-vamp-blog]

Dan and Phil

Dan walked around the cafeteria in his worn out converse and ripped jeans, trying to spot which table his friends were at today. As usual they were in the very corner of the cafeteria, all huddled together and laughing. Dan sat between Byrony and Phil as soon as he reached the table. Once he placed his school lunch down on the sticky table Phil instinctively wrapped a protective arm around his best friend’s waist. Phil didn’t know it, but Dan had a huge crush on him, anyone who met them definitely knew. Thats why their friends made fun of them constantly, because Dan had told them his obvious secret. “Tone down the PDA mate,” PJ laughed from the other side of the table. “Oh shut up PJ, you’re just jealous because you don’t have someone you can do this with,” Phil shot back. PJ just scoffed and Dan giggled, leaning into his friends touch. “As if, Chris clearly wants PJ to fuck him,” Dan said without thinking. “Dan! You said you could keep a secret you dick head!” Chris blushed violently and hid behind his own hands. “Wait what?!” PJ exclaimed as if it wasn’t obvious. Everyone laughed except for Chris, who was still hiding. PJ took Chris’s hand from his face and held it while whispering something that no one else could hear. “Oi, tone down the PDA mate,” Phil mocked. “Oh shut up Phil,” Byrony but in, “So how long have you and Dan been together Phil?” Dan blushed and hid in Phil’s side. If they kept making jokes like this Phil would find out soon, and he couldn’t have that, it would ruin his friendship with Phil. “Come on ass hat. You all know were not together and never will be,” Dan remarked. “Mhm sure honey,” ~~ Later that day they were all going out to a movie, Dan had a backpack with a blanket and “secret” snacks to sneak in for him and Phil. Knowing them, they’d end up putting away the arm rest in the theater and cuddling while wrapped in the blanket, no matter what movie it was. Dan found it as his own personal heaven and suggested movie nights each week months ago. It was his only way to get the physical affection he craves and not be teased by Peej. “Hey Phil, do you want to come over tonight? My mums not home, we could stay up all night.” Chris asked waiting in line for their tickets. “Sorry mate I’m already going to Dan’s tonight.” “Yeah to fuck!” Peej laughed at his own dumb adolescent joke. Byrony giggled and nodded her head. “You aren’t funny dick, we’re just friends!” Dan defended. “You literally sat in Phil’s lap on the way over here,” Byrony said while giggling more, “And he played with your hair!” “Thats what friends do!” “Uh huh sure” ~~ During the movie Dan had somehow migrated into Phils lap again. Phil was playing with his hair with one hand and rubbing agonizingly slow circles on Dan’s hip with the other. Dan had no clue how Phil did this and still somehow payed attention to the movie. The entire time he buried his head in Phils neck and he was imagining fucking Phil. He knows its wrong to think about these things while he’s in his best friends lap but he cant help it. Slowly Dan started to grow hard, he shook his head and tried to think about anything else. grandma grandma grandma. “You okay babe?” oh yeah, another thing, they always called each other babe and baby, but they’re just friends mind you. “Mhm just tired,” Dan faked a yawn and snuggled farther into Phil’s neck. “Go to sleep then, I’ll carry you out to the car later and wake you up when we get back to your house.” “Mmk darlin, night.” Although Dan was faking the yawn he was quite tired, and he wanted to stay up late tonight. He decided it was best to just stick with the lie and go to sleep on Phils chest. ~~ Dan was currently snoring lightly on Phil’s chest and muttering something incomprehensible while being carried out to the car. “Oi, wake princess up,” Chris snickered. “I’ll just sit him on my lap and buckle him in with me. Let him sleep asshole.” “You know he likes you right?” Byrony stated matter of factly. “Yeah right, stop joking guys, you know I like him, theres no need to get my hopes up,” Phil scoffed and sped up towards the car. Their three friends shook their heads behind him. Dan and Phil would find out eventually. Right? ~~ “P-Phil,” Dan said lightly while tightening his grip on him. Phil thought that Dan had woken up so he responded with a small “hm?” but got no response. They had just dropped off Byrony and now were heading towards Dan’s house. Since Phil didn’t get an answer he just assumed Byrony slamming the door woke up Dan for a split second. That was until Dan grinded against Phil’s thigh. Phil felt a surge of arousal shoot through his body. Dan did it again and Phil gasped. Dan opened his mouth to moan again but Phil quickly covered his mouth. He couldn’t believe this. His best friend, not to mention his crush, was having a wet dream. In his lap. In the back of their friends car. Moaning Phil’s name! Phil debated waking him up, or just waiting until they got home and ignoring the whole situation. His awkwardness decided the second option was best. Only seconds later Dan was grinding again and panting against Phil’s hand which was still covering his mouth. Phil prayed to every god he could think of that this car ride would be over soon because he was starting to get hard under his sleeping friend. He knew that he shouldve moved his hands from where they were on Dan’s hips because he didnt want to invade his friends space during a dream like this. Phil’s self conscious had a different idea though and moved his hands somewhere worse. Dan’s plump ass. He knew it wasnt right but he couldnt fight his instincts. Dans grinding slowed, but only so that he could push back into Phil’s hands. Phil squeezed hard and Dan’s eyes shot open. “Oh no,” Phil whispered almost completely silent. “Ph-” “Okay guys, we’re here.” Peej announced from the front seat, “See you guys Monday. Have a good weekend.” Dan slowly and cautiously crawled out of Phils lap, careful to hide his hard on from his friends as they said goodbye. When Chris and PJ pulled out of Dan’s drive way Dans mouth failed to make a sound even though he opened it. “I’m so sorry Dan! I dont know what i was thinking but you were grinding on me- and- an- and you moan- moaned my name! My body was just reacting I’m so so so sorry!!” Phil spat out quickly. “Hey, ba-Phil, don’t worry, its okay, I lik-” Dan paused and didnt finish his thought, “Lets just go inside. We dont have to talk about it if you dont want to okay babe- Phil.” “Oh god I’m so sorry for making things awkward I didnt mean to but you kept going and oh god im so sorry-” “Has anyone ever told you that sometimes you need to shut up Philly?” “Make me,” Phil shot back but instantly regretted it. “Oh my god I didnt mean t-” He was cut off by Dan’s lips against his. “Do you really think you touching my ass bothered me? You even said yourself that i was moaning your name idiot.” “Shh,” Phil joked and grabbed Dans hand. The kiss had boosted Phil’s self confidence, and he thought back to what his friends said about Dan having a crush on him. “How about we go up to your room baby? We can handle the little problem I have and sort our relationship out afterwards.” “O-okay,” Dans usually dominating voice was small and timid now. He led Phil into the house and tugged his hands up the stairs. He wasnt leading because Phil didnt know where to go, of course he did, but because Phil was going at the slowest pce possible so that Dan would have to wait. “Please Phil, come onnn~” he whined. Once they reached Dans room he flung the door open. “Calm down baby, you’ll get what you want if you wait.” “But I want you now-” Dan was going to continue complaining like a child but he was cut off by a kiss. Phil pulled away and smirked,“Thats pay back for cutting me off earlier dick.” “Philly! No cussing!”, he playfully hit him on the chest. He was glad that his crush changed nothing. Hell, him grinding on his friend while having a wet dream changed nothing. They were still best friends and this moment made that clear to Dan. Phil smiled goofily at him and leaned in again, only to end up kissing Dan’s cheek though because Dan moved at last minute. Dan giggled and did it again when Phil attempted another kiss. “Oh whatever babe, now come on, I wanna kiss you more.” “Hmm- Nope.” Dan slid out of Phil’s grip and giggled as he ran across the room and leapt onto his bed. Phil chased after him, laughing also. He sat down next to Dan and just gazed at his friends eyes. “You’re so gorgeous Dan,” he said as he reached out and cupped his face, “Can I kiss you again?” “I dunno can you?” Dan teased. Phil rolled his eyes and leaned in slowly. Their lips collided and Dan swore he could feel his heart beating out of his chest. It all seemed so real, Phil’s hand in his hair, Phil’s lips on his own. Quickly he became paranoid. Even though they had this moment of goofing around would their friendship change after tonight? Would they end badly? Apparently Phil could hear him thinking because he pulled back. “Dan, baby calm down. We can stop if you want, we dont have to do anything. We can even pretend this never happened if thats what you want. I would never do anything to hurt you love.” “I’m just scared- I want you though, now come here again,” They kissed at Dans pace and soon Dan leaned back and rested his head against the pillows. “Will you touch me? Please? I dont care what you do. Just please-” “Of course princess. Can I straddle you?” Dan nodded and Phil climbed into his lap. He lowered his hands down to Dan’s sides and looked up for consent before putting his hands under Dan’s shirt. It was all so intimate, Dan couldnt help but moan at the light little touches running up and down his chest. “Please- just give me more please baby I’ll do anything.” “We’re gonna go slow okay? Just wait and you’ll get what you want.” Phil took Dans shirt off after asking if it was okay and slowly started to kiss over his chest. “You’re so pretty, have such a nice chest and a lovely stomach.” He pinched Dan’s side in a joking manor and smiled up at the giggling boy. Dan blushed and looked away,“Oh come on youre just saying that,” “I know you just found out I fancy you, but ever since we met I have thought that. Youre truly breathtaking Dan, and if youll let me I’d really really like to touch you right now.” He kissed down Dans stomach, closer and closer to his pant line. “Plea-” His plead was cut off by a loud moan as Phil kissed his dick through his skinny jeans. “More. More More More Please!” Phil unzipped Dans skinny jeans and started to pull them off. They got stuck at mid thigh and Dan burst out laughing. “Stop laughing you dick!” That only made him laugh more. Phil silenced him though by mouthing over Dan’s briefs. Dan gasped as soon as he felt the warm sensation through his underwear and Phil could feel his friends cock twitch. “How far do you wanna go love?” “Can- I- um-” Phil was sliding Dans skinny jeans off fully as Dan was attempting to speak. “Mhmm?” “Can you fuck me?” Dan said in one breath. Phil smiled up at him while he took his own shirt off. “How about you ride me? That way you can control the pace baby. Does that sound nice?” Dan glanced at Phil’s exposed chest and was only half listening when he nodded. “Have you ever prepped before? If you know what im trying to say…” Phil stared down at his feet and blushed as he was saying this. Dans confidence had shot through the roof with all of the compliments Phil was giving him so he decided to go with his cocky response. “Of course I have, I did this morning in the shower. Thinking about your nice thick cock. I want it everywhere. In my hand, in my mouth, in my ass.” Phil groaned and hurried to take off his own skinny jeans while Dan kept going. “I even did after school too, before the movie. I was thinking about you touching me the whole time. Thinking about your fingers trailing all up and down my chest. Thinking about your lips nipping at my neck-” he was cut off by Phil doing just that. He left a love bite right above his shoulder and then carried on with more all over Dan’s neck. He left one right below his jaw, one on his collarbone. Anywhere he could reach. “So I dont have to stretch you then?” Phil laughed in a teasing way and asked Dan where he kept the lube. “Be-bed side table-” Dan blushed as Phil pulled Dan’s boxers down. “Hm? Why are you so nervous? What else am i going to find?” He said casually as he slipped off his own boxers and reached for the drawer. When Phil opened the bed side table he expected pornos, or the pair of joke hand cuffs PJ got Dan last christmas. But not all of these. No. He would never guess that dan would have these. Lets just have a run down of what exactly Phil was looking at. A drawer full of bright pink and purple dildos. And vibrators. And lacy panties. Black ones to be specific. And two bottles of empty lube and one fairly empty bottle of lube. His jaw dropped as his picked up a huge vibrator. Phil would say that hes a pretty big guy down there but this fucking vibrator was at least ten inches. Dan hid behind his hands as Phil examined all of the different vibes and such. “Hm.. maybe we’ll have fun with those later, but for right now I think I’ll just have you ride me.” He smirked again cheekily and Dan just rolled his eyes and grabbed the last bottle of lube and a condom. “Shut up and turn over so I can ride you, you dick,” he said as he rolled the condom onto Phils dick. “Oh look at Mr.dominant coming out. Who wouldve guess you’re dominant with all of those toys in there?” Phil snickered at his own joke but Dan just hit his chest and shut him up with a kiss. Since Dan was acting so needy Phil decided it was best to just get on with it. So he had Dan straddle him and positioned his cock right at Dan’s entrance. As Dan slowly sunk down onto the tip of Phil’s dick they both groaned. Phil had to try with all his might to keep his needy teenage body from bucking up into Dan. “Oh god- can I go further?” Dan asked. “Of course you can doofus.” Dan tweaked his nipple for that comment; which was simultaneously causing pain and pleasure for Phil. He began to go further, taking in an inch at a time and pausing to groan and take a breath. It was pure agony for Phil to just sit there completely still so he tried to distract himself with praises for Dan. “Good job baby boy, you take me so well, look so good like that.” While Phil let these praises out Dan had nothing to do but gasp and moan. When he finally got all of Phil’s cock inside him Phil stopped with the praises and instead bit all over Dan’s neck again. The love bites from earlier were already starting to fade since they were nothing more than a little nip, but Phil was determined to leave a mark this time. He sucked and pulled at the skin with his teeth, pulling away only a couple times to kiss over the freshly bruised skin. When he was done leaving a bright red mark Dan was panting and pleading him to let him move. Of course Phil immediately told him to go whenever he was ready so Dan began bouncing up and down. Even though Phil knew Dan was a virgin he guessed by all of the sex toys that Dan was used to having something up his ass. “Please Phil, its not enough, I need you to fuck up into me~” Phil listened and started to thrust up at the same time that Dan was coming down. He knew he found Dans prostate because Dan gasped and went even faster at the same angle. “God baby you look so good, fucking yourself so good. Can’t wait to see your pretty face when you cum.” These little comments only seemed to spur Dan on more, but soon it was too much and he was completely wrecked. He lifted himself up off of Phils cock and laid next to him. “Phiw- is too much- need you to fuck me, m’ legs are too tired…” “Of course they are you lazy oaf,” after his remark Phil got right to it. He slid his cock right back into Dan and started to thrust back and forth. He could see Dan getting needier by the second, begging for more and blushing and gasping. Phil was entirely blissed out by all of the sounds Dan was making and by how good it felt. “Do you think you can cum untouched baby?” Dan nodded fiercely and moaned at the though of it. He reached behind Phil and pulled him down closer by his neck. “Fuck- Phil I’m getting close-” “You look so good baby, I bet you’ll look stunning when you cum. Begging for more, youll look so perfect.” Dan moaned at his words and started to grind back against Phil movements. Phil found Dans prostate again and pounded into it relentlessly, still letting little praises come out. “Such a good boy. Take me so well. You feel so good.” Dan writhed on the sheets beneath Phil and clenched his sheets tight with both fists. “I need you Phil- need to kiss you.” Phil obliged and leaned down to kiss the needy boy beneath him while keeping the same speed. “Are you going to come baby boy?” Dan groaned and released as a response. He felt as if he was floating for a second. His vision got blurry as he released white streaks all over him and his best friend. When Phil saw the completely blissed out face of Dan he locked eyes with him and released inside the condom. As Phil pulled out Dan found himself feeling empty. Even though some of his toys were huge, none of them felt that good. Phil reached over to Dan’s bedside table and grabbed some tissues that were obviously there for this reason. “So..” “No- no talking now please. Jus’ some cuddles please?” Dan looked up with a pleading, almost innocent look and Phil just couldnt resist. He threw out the tissues and the condom and laid next to Dan. Dan instantly wrapped his legs around Phil’s waist and arms around his neck and kissed him swiftly on the cheek. “Night cutie, we’ll talk in the morning over some pancakes and tea okay?” “Sounds great love, goodnight.”

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15 April

"c'mon Lara!get up now!..its 10:30" said my mum "hmm" i mumbled today is a saturday and i took a leave from school because mainly we dont do anything much in school.teachers are all busy in annual function practices plus Iomhara was not going to turn up...well just so you guys know during our ninth grade we all that is the gossip queens and auraa were separated  me and Iomhara are together,aki and tani are in one class and aura's got her friend ash with her in another class..sad right??..though we meet up during lunch breaks and all we still need to feel each other around..i really miss those guys. tani was the clown of our group... so coming back to my boring day! i got up, i did my chores,i was sitting on the sofa,i ate my breakfast, i started to do my homework,i got bore of doing my homework, i started to read fan-fics,my dad took away my phone ,i did my homework again huh! honestly this was all stupidity! lets go to the fun part,shall we? time skip i was running late for tutions again!..as i was fast-walking and then i saw aura a few steps ahead of me..well you must be thinking i ran and then caught up with her?..no i didn't, i continued walking faster(cause i am too lazy to run lol!) we met up in the area where you wait for the lift to come and were joined by drish drish is a bus-mate of mine.she is fair ..is sweet and  looks good.. anyway when we reached the house i didnt see Nilay/Aniket (i dont know what his name actually is..i am kinda confused you see) he is my tution teachers younger son.

FLASHBACK I was running late for my first math tution.my whole hair wet because i had just taken a shower and then rushed for the tution.i was wearing a layered skirt that came up to my knee caps and a kinda tight red top.on my way i met asmita in the lift and so we went on talking about stuff and complaining how hot the day was in which not to mention asmita said my outfit was a-bit-too-fancy for a tution..well it was..not my fault.. i dont usually care what i wear. so it was when we reached the place i saw him, i mean the door was locked so i rang the doorbell and he opened the door!! 'he's hot' i mouthed to asmita "he is  in 10th grade" whispered  back asmita "hmm" i mumbled not having  anything to say FLASHBACK FINISHED

I was doing some maths sums my teacher gave me it had been an hour or so when i reached the place and i had done something stupidly wrong so mam was not-so-scoldingly making me understand. that's when he walked out from his bedroom well if i didnt mention his appearance, he is fair and tall well thats all i know for now and did i also mention he is one of my 'choices'?? well asmita says that he is mentally unstable..but i dont think so I guess its just that i have to find that out! anyway so mam was telling me about my mistake and he was just going from one room to the other and thats when it happened, he stopped in his tracks to look at me or more towards the person who had done such a stupid mistake ..i  dunno, maybe because of the incident that took place the day before yesterday FLASHBACK "honestly! how fun would that be!!!"i squealed while laughing the hell outta myself! "yeah totally!"asmita agreed "so when should we do it?" asmita asked "during summer vacations maybe?" I said unsure if we would be free or not "hmm seems fine..so then I'll change the IP address of my phone to maybe Africa? and we would annoy him"asmita planned "yeah that would be cool" now you must be confused as to what we are talking about right?..well we were really bored with our non-happening lives and we decided that what if we could prank some stupid classmate of ours?..well the one we are going to prank is Sam Guna..the one remember? yeah him so we will be texting him as 'anonymous' like an unknown being..well we chose him 'cause his replies are mainly funny so yeah or sometimes he does not even reply which is actually kinda funny(i know i am insane!)..anyway back to the convo "what should we call it?" i asked "call what? the whatever-we-are-doing?" "yeah.." "um..Mission-Ip Address sounds good"asmita said " Mission-Ip Address!" I  repeated " will you be free during summer? I mean you usually visit your hometown right?" Asmita asked "i dunno i won't be there for long i presume but-" "hey there! him!" asmita said "huh?" "nilay!"(she likes to use that name because she thinks its his name so yeah) "where??" "there" and then i saw him going into the lift area with his father?-uncle?uncle2? maybe ,a few people were there and because of them i couldn't see him so i ran to get a clear picture as soon as I was at the point where I could look at them clearly , all of them looked at me and not knowing what to do when someone catches you running to at least have a glimpse of them, i tripped!  yeah man well, i didn't meet the ground..so i did not embarrass myself that much but it still was embarrassing.. i-i don't know i kinda- tripped

the nilay/aniket crowd moved on obviously after  witnessing my stupid behaviour and i am sure he saw it too! FLASHBACK END

god!! how embarrassed was i at that time!! and i couldnt stop my smirk like smile when he was looking at me..and the teacher was kinda scolding me!..you see how weird i would have looked at that time!..well its just cause he is a little more than just a 'choice' so yeah..

During the whole tution my head seemed to have shut up i mean i continued making stupid-silly mistakes and all. me,aura and drish walked towards home in which drish and us parted ways. i asked if aura if we could go down and talk and chat and gossip and do nothing! and she agreed i went up to my house greeted mom and dad,drank water and thats when the doorbell rang "mommy i am going!" i informed "hey!"i greeted aura "hi! did you bring the phone?"she asked "yup! we just need to check the battery and maybe the pic will not be that good.."i said "okay.." "nope no battery! anyway we can witness it and then blackmail those guys!"i said "what can we blackmail about?..Manchurian from the road-side lady?" this Manchurian-lady is a lady who owns a Manchurian stall near our society. "yeah something like that!"i said "okay then!" "do you think they will be there its almost time!" "i don't know maybe they came to know that we know whatever they are doing and they changed their time and place" FLASHBACK-1 "ugh! how i miss my old class! our crew was awesome wasnt it?" i said "yeah it was just-" aura was cut-off in mid-sentence because we saw Pratham(white paint with a black mustache-that's what we call him-or for short W^2PDM) emerge from the bushes and i loudly exclaimed "who is this?" i literally thought that and then i realised i had said it aloud.i quickly apologised for my behaviour,just to get a 'Why are you apologising' back just so you know this guy is a playboy and me and aura hate him!he looks dredfull by the way!i dunno why people like him..if you know what i mean after that we started laughing(me and aura) FLASHBACK-1 END

FLASHBACK-2 "we should head home now..its about time"i said "yeah lets go" aura said glancing at her watch "ouch!" "oh! i am sorry just um..is it Pratham and your last owner's daughter there?"asmita asked "yeah its her!"i confirmed "but what are they doing in the dark there?"asmita asked "i dunno..they would be making out i suppose and now just talking after their 'session'"i said "hey! why dont we find out!"i proposed we examined the crime place as we like to call the area..and then discussed about the possiblities of they were supposedly doing there... and this is how we found out our next mission! Mission-MakeOut! me and aura agreed to spy on them everyday after this until we find out whats happening! FLASHBACK-2 END

"can you just look and him and find any kind of change in his behaviour or as we say aura?"i asked aura.she can easily observe people "no i cant..i just..okay maybe i'll give it a try"aura said "why arent they dong anything!"i said frustrated by the fact that how could they know it this soon..is it like we are not good spies? "its about time Lara..maybe we should go home now! plus the girl is not here today so maybe they have just cancelled their session for today!" said aura "yeah thats a good explanation or maybe she was his one-time fling? he is a playboy! it all fits!" i proposed "but why did he appear from the bushes the other day?"aura asked "maybe she is his two-time fling!" "lets just go home for today!"i said "yeah we'll check on them tomorrow" and with that we went home!.. (dinner was not-so-happening so i am skipping the part)

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