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thequeenb · 4 years

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Come Back (part 2)

Poppy x MC

It has been highly requested for me to continue the cheating fic.

Here you can read part 1

I walk around the campus with Chloe and Veronica by my side. Its been three days since Bea left and it feels like eternity. Everyone looks at me weirdly ever since the incident and i honestly can't blame them. Carter never dared to approach me after he read what the T said

"So we are going to go to the veggie restaurant for lunch?" Chloe asks and Veronica shrugs

I didn't realize that they stopped walking, my eyes were fixed at the Anthropology classroom where i used to wait outside for Bea to finish. She always seemed bored as hell but every time she saw me her eyes sparkled, her smile was bright

I stop, running my hand through the door watching Miss Kingsley sitting on her desk. Our eyes lock and for just a moment i feel ashamed, before i remember who i am.

"Can i help you Miss Min-Sinclair?" she politely ask and i hesitate to walk in

Who can help me? The one girl i let inside my heart left and its all my fault. What could she do? Bring her back?

Regardless i walk further looking around the classroom. My gaze falls to Bea's seat, she always sat there so she could easily text me during boring lessons. I chuckle remembering how many photos i sent her just so i could provoke her

Without thinking twice i walk towards that spot sitting down gracefully. Miss Kingsley seems to pick up with me and she comes to sit down next to me

"I know you miss her, we all do but we cant control everyone's decisions, only ours"

Normally i would roll my eyes ignoring every criticism because Queens don't make mistakes but she is right, and it hurts my ego even more

"You read that trashy blog don't you? Everyone did and now they hate me even more" i sit back thinking how Bea used to sit right here, being happy..free

"I try to avoid it but Bea told me that she won't attend my classes for the rest of the semester" she takes a deep breath

"She seemed sad, that means what she felt was real enough to break her when you--"

"Don't even say it" i try not to tear up but i cant. The images of Carter grabbing my face and kissing me cant escape my mind and i let the pain take over

"So Pops, Bea Hughes huh?" Carter said approaching me. He asked to meet behind the field but i ignored the red flags, he said it was important

"Is that why you asked me to meet up? So we could analyze my relationship? Maybe we can have a sleepover like besties do" i roll my eyes ready to storm off but he grabs my hand pulling me against him

"Don't run before you can walk Pops, after all we don't want Bea to know about our negotiation" his hand was stroking my hair but i went stiff not knowing how to react.

When we were a couple it was bearable but now all i want to do is scream. We got together for the fame, for my reputation. Because he was the football captain, its funny isnt it?

"Get your hands off of me Carter" i manage to say but he just smirks

"You know i can get her expelled with one phone call" his laughter echoed and my heart stopped beating

I didn't realize how close he was until he leaned in capturing my lips. A bright flash hit my eyelids. I gasp in surprise pulling him immediately away

"You are so disgusting" i storm off not wanting him to see my vulnerability. Tears ran down my face but back then i didn't think much of it but now i know that was his plan.

I come back to painful reality. Miss Kingsley holds my hand and i feel tears run down my face. Fuck don't show how weak you actually are

"She went back to Farmsville, you still have time" she gave me a faint smile and i throw my arms around her

"Thank you" i whisper in her ear while she pat my back not knowing how to react. I pull away adjusting my clothes, ready to pack my bags

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"I can't believe you are back! I am so glad" And here she is, my childhood best friend wrapped her arms around me suffocating me in her hug

"Wow there, you will kill me" i laugh embracing her tightly. After everything i have been through seeing Charlie is like a dream come true

She pulls away, her smile never fading away and it warms my heart. She always knew when i was upset but never said a thing, she tried to bring my mood back in her own way

"Come on! The dinner awaits for us" i link out hands together walking down the road of Farmsville. I missed the fresh air, the people who knew me since i was little

Here you don't have to fight for respect because its something you deserve regardless. No ranks, no drama, no sassy students. Just me, nature and my best friend

We finally arrive at the dinner and we sit down to the booth we always do. I sink to my seat and oh god, i missed this place

"So tell me everything, we didn't had a lot of time to talk" Charlie says excitedly, thinking i will tell her my happy adventures but my mind keeps drifting to Poppy

I brush these thoughts away smiling "This is going to be a long ride"

We enjoyed our food chatting about the T, the professor, my plan to take Poppy down, how amazing Zoe is and how extra mean people used to be when i first went there

"Oh wow, they really have a blog to embarrass students?" Of course she is shocked, so was i and honestly every logical human would. But the students of Belvoire created a world of their own

"You have no idea, they made fun of everything i did" i roll my eyes but then laugh "soon enough they ate from my palm, silly rich kids"

"I am glad you came back, it sounds toxic" oh Charlie you have no idea

I gaze at the window remembering how much i wanted to take Poppy here. She always laughed at the thought but i know deep down she would like nothing more. I wanted us to walk down the empty streets, take her to my parents farm and watch the sunset, do everything she didn't let herself do

Charlie seem to notice my distant stare and pats my hand "Hey what's wrong? I knew something happened, your social media was filled with happy moments"

I don't dare to look at her because she knows me too well at this point

"What made you decide to leave?" she places her hand on my shoulders pulling me into a side hug

"Remember the mean girl i told you about? We were dating" i exhale heavily, my mind racing with that damn image of her and Carter making out

I fill her in with the details, sometimes i smile missing our happy moments. But then i show her the image and my tears threaten to escape. How could she do this to me? After everything that we had been through

"Oh sweetheart i am so sorry" she says hugging me tightly. This time i let her hold me closer.

I grip at her shirt as one simple tear turned into body wrecking sobs. Poppy's voice message still plays in my mind over and over again. She said she loves me but her actions show that she hates me. My heart breaks once more, knowing well that i will never see her perfect smile again, hear her surprisingly cute laugh

"Let it all out, i am here for you" Charlie pats my back, running slow circles with her palm. That always calms me and she knows, because ever since we were kids whenever i was in pain she was always there.

A part of me regrets leaving Belvoire but most of all i am glad i returned to a land where people are real and genuine, away from cruelty and drama..away from Poppy

I pull away wiping my eyes but before i could even pull myself together i watch a black limousine stop right outside of the dinner. Everyone looks stunned because hello? This is a small town which celebrity would visit?

"Oh my god i am sorry Bea but if this is Lady Gaga you have to take a picture of me" Charlie stands up and i roll my eyes

Some people came out of their stores wondering who this might be. We step out forming a circle on the sidewalk waiting for the mysterious rich person to reveal themselves

"This is stupid let's just go" i try to pull Charlie away but she is so stubborn, typical

Everyone whisper questioning the same thing, who the hell would be so rich and know where Farmsville even is. I sign impatiently

That until a man gets out of the car and everyone stops talking. The man walks around the car carefully opening the door. All eyes are on the limousine waiting for the person to come out

The first thing i see is a pair of red heels and then oh my god you have to be kidding me. My breath stops, everyone around me fades and my gaze is focused on her, am i dreaming?

"Bea?" Her sweet tone destroy my inside and i froze. What the hell is she doing here? How does she know where i am? I swear if Zoe told her i will kill her but oh wait she is approaching

"We need to talk"

My knees feel weak and i stop breathing for a second. I need time to comprehend that Poppy Min-Sinclair is in my town, here with me. Oh boy what did i get myself into

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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More Than You Think

Pairing: Butchercup/ Greens (Buttercup x Butch)

Fandom: PPG

This was a commission/gift for the amazing @over-under-through1 who trusted me enough to write her some greens.

The dynamic is much softer for greens than i usually write because we love soft butch. This is just a journey of Butch realizing that he is in fact dumb and fancies a light green puff :)

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Butch: Age 12

Of course Boomer would trip the alarm, he always did. Butch grumbled as he herd the familiar buzz of the bank alarm going off. They weren’t supposed to get caught, well he was the only one here anyways. Boomer was in the back room messing around with the safe and oops, now that loud ass sound is piercing through his head. Brick’s gonna be pissed.

They hadn’t robbed a store in months, kept more on the down low as they got older but even pesky twelve year olds need money and food and hey, Butch liked to have a good time. He would have preferred blowing some shit up instead but Brick’s bitching wasn’t something he wanted to challenge this late at night.

“Make that thing shut up!” Butch growled towards the back where Boomer had shouted “I’m trying damnit!”

But it didn’t matter, it never did. You could have all the fun in the world but it would be ruined no matter how good you were at your job. Eventually all the fun would come to an end.

He could hear it. Like noticing a fly when having dinner. The slight buzz of its wings, that's what it was like. The siren cut off and soon he could hear it crystal clear. He had it memorized by now. Their flying patterns and how each of them landed was its own noise. He bit back a snarl, barely tasting blood as they touched down on the ground. Fuck.

He turned on his foot with a slouch in his hip and a roll of the eyes as they stood before him.

“Buzz kills” He mumbled and locked eyes with the three super heroines.

They stood tall and proud as always. The princesses of the kingdom were here to rescue it once again, it was just a measly break in. Did they have to deal with every single small inconvenience. Guess the cops were no help but he’d rather get in a punch with someone who could handle it then in a pair of handcuffs.

He stared them down. First was the leader. Blossom or he liked to call Pinky because, well he didn’t need to explain himself. Next was Goldilocks whose voice was like nails on a chalkboard to him. Cute but annoying, no wonder Boomer was her counterpart.

And then there was her. She had a deep scowl and hooded eyes as if she had just woken up. Which would make sense as the moon was high in the sky and the only lights were the ones in the broken building. Buttercup was the only one who ever caught his eye.

“Alright just drop whatever you have and make this a clean deal.” Pinky spoke. It was startling how similar she was to his older brother, by like thirty seconds, she had that same cold stare but the baby doll pink eyes really didn’t add much fear.

“Not holding anything dumb ass.” He spat at her and held his palms open. He watched her visually straighten her shoulders from the insult and Goldilocks scoffed and yet the girl who rivaled him just had an icy glare.

Unlike her sisters, she was the only one he could tolerate, if anything. She had a killer kick and plummeting punch but she matched him in wit and snarky comments. Deep down he enjoyed whenever they got to have a full on thrashing but right now, he wasn’t in the mood and clearly, she wasn’t either.

“Got the alarm to-shit!” Boomers eyes widened as he stumbled out of the back and he wished he could have just punched him in the face for being so careless.

He watched as Pinky glanced around. The only broken item was the lock on the door and nothing had been stolen either. It should have been but blue eyes had to fuck it up. His knuckles cracked within his fists, the loud noise echoing through the untouched bank.

“Look.” Blossom started. “You broke in, disbanded the alarm and there's no way you can steal anything now, so I suggest just taking whatever dignity you have left and just walk away. Maybe next time you can do something worth our time.” She finished.

“Worth your time.” He heard Boomer mutter under his breath. A low blow for sure.

She might have been ‘everything nice’ but over time her words had taken to the spice side.

If Brick were here he probably would have gotten into her face and a brawl would have started. But he wasn’t and that pissed him off. He didn’t even care about the money any more. He had a headache and wanted to sleep and if Brick really wanted this shit, he could come down and bust it out himself.

He turned on his heel to Boomer who just raised his brow. He nodded towards the door and they both decided that a full on fight wasn’t what they wanted to do. After all it's been a couple of years since they had one and getting his ass kicked by a girl when they were outnumbered really wasn’t on his to do list. They would easily take dumber than the dumbest down in a flash and his ass would be a full buffet. 1 against 3 wasn’t on the agenda.

Butch scoffed and began to walked towards the door but stopped in front of the girls. Blossom narrowed her eyes and he saw the flash of pink within her palms.

“Relax doll, we are leaving. Boomer, get going.” He scoffed at his little brother, by twenty seconds, for making goo goo eyes at Goldilocks. He didn’t miss the small smile she was trying to hide and just rolled his eyes at them. Pathetic.

Butch passed Blossom and stopped at his own counter part. The neon green eyes seemed to glow slightly under the dim light and they wore matching expressions that held unamusement. She only blinked and raised her eyebrows.

“We don’t have all night Butch.” She spoke and he rolled his shoulders back before pushing past her. “Get your sorry ass out of here before I beat it.”

He flashed her a smirk before gripping the collar of his brother’s shirt and pushing him forward to leave. “Kinky.” He winked at her before they took to the skies and he let out a laugh as he could hear her frazzled complaint from below.

Butch: Age 13

There was something comical about him entering the school gates for the first time in his life. After Mojo Jojo was thrown in the slammer, again and again, the boys' custody shifted towards Ms. Bellum who decided to take on the challenge of three thirteen year old boys who had the mindset of destruction.

“This is all yours.” Ms. Bellum gestured to the nice apartments. Each of the boys got their own room, a kitchen, a living room and loft space. There was even a room that was dedicated for use of their powers. She had said something about the powerpuff brats having something similar so if they ever got the urge to blast lasers, it would be down there.

It wasn’t too bad after all. Butch finally had his own room and didn’t have to worry about Bricks loud ass snoring or Boomer waking up at the crack of dawn for some unholy reason. His temper had died down slightly and the urge to steal really wasn’t there. Mostly because food was provided and the new mom actually cared about him.

She was sweet and sassy and even when his fist sparked an electric green, she simply placed her hand over it and told him to stop. The boys then worshiped her. What kind of non-super does that? One worth respecting of course.

He also found it funny that dear old dad Him was upset but after a talk about child support and schooling, the boys were left to the brain of the city. So much for wanting custody.

“You should make some friends Butch.” Bellum said to him as she fixed his hair and finished zipping up their bags.

Boomer had already attached his hip to the Goldilocks and Brick had found Princess annoying ass tolerable, how? He would never know.

He grumbled before taking his bag. “Sure.” Maybe the lady was right, after all it would be lame to only hang out with his bros.

The limo was kinda cool, he wouldn’t lie. Being dropped off in front of everyone with a car worth more than these kids parents salaries always puts a skip in his step. Plus she wanted to make sure that they actually made it to school. When his feet touched on school property, she was gone.

His brothers ditched him in a flash. Boomer was now deep inside the school probably trying to talk his way into the blondes heart and Brick was most likely rolling his eyes at Princess while not so secretly looking for his redhead counterpart. As for him. He didn’t do too well socially.

He was much more of a homebody and tended to keep to himself. A social outcast like him didn’t need to be disappointed when fake ass people turned their back on him. Maybe people who did bad things were more his type but when you went to school with the Puffs, he imagined no one really did anything bad.

Mama did tell him to make friends. The only person who came to mind made him scowl but he did need a good laugh, and someone who could take the heat. He had about twenty minutes until the annoying bell rang so he followed the path of the school grounds towards the back.

From a distance he saw her sitting alone at a table outside. There were books and papers laid out and he never pegged her for the studious type. Why was he nervous? It wasn’t like it was a secret that they had joined the school but he hadn’t had a run in with any of the girls, unlike his brothers.

His fist held a death grip on his backpack strap as he walked towards her. His mind yelled at him to turn around and go the other direction, maybe befriend the group of boys who always ditched class to smoke behind the school. Those were his people in the long run and mama would probably be proud. The rule breakers, the ones without a care in the world so why in the hell was he going towards a girl who probably hated his guts and wanted his ass in jail.

He stood in front of her table and when she didn’t notice he finally spoke up.

“Sup.” He said casually and she lifted her head.

Her face was slightly scrunched as she looked around and then focused back on him. “Uhh...Hi?” She narrowed her eyes at him. Typical. But not in the “why am i awake at 1 am to deal with your ass”. More like “why are you talking to me?” Kinda way.

He didn’t wait for her to protest him being there so he threw his shit on the table and sat down. “This place is pretty lame.”

She gave him a blank expression before returning to her stuff. “Yeah I guess.”

He eyed the books on the table. Chemistry. “What are you? A nerd now?” He picked it up and flipped through the page. There were tons of sticky notes coming from all directions and more highlighter than what seemed as necessary.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes before flipping to a fresh page in her notebook. “It's called homework and chemistry is pretty cool.”

“Doubt it.”

“Well you do need an IQ over 5 to understand it, so you probably wouldn’t enjoy it.” She smirked as she stuck the end of the pencil to the corner of her mouth.

He didn’t know why he laughed as well. Usually a taunt like that ended with a fist in the face and a smash to a wall, but for once, he just laughed and threaded his fingers through his hair.

“Whatever.” And she laughed too.

There was something almost supernatural about seeing her in such a mundane place. He only knew her in the skies, fist clenched and dirt smeared on her face. Hair going crazy as her green streak followed her and the hard hit of her power. Eyes glowing with an insane amount of rage but here it was different.

There was no yelling or screaming. Maybe a glare here and there but she was...normal? She wasn’t all powerful and mighty to the eye. Instead it was a calm and cool energy. Someone who was busy with school work not monster fights and demons.

“So what do you do for fun in this dumb?” He took a book and flipped through its pages. Too many words, eh.

Her eyes were back on her book as she jotted down something. “Eh not much. Sports and just hang out with people who aren’t lame”

“Like your sisters?” He teased and she snorted.

“Yup” She popped the ‘p’. “Mostly friends my teams or Mitch the boys.”

Mitch and the boys. For some reason he couldn’t understand, hearing that his best friends were boys and put him in an odd place.

“They must be cool.”

“Oh we are.” He heard a voice come from behind and soon the table had two extra members. “Names Mike.” The first dude outstretched his hand towards him with a smile.

“Careful you don’t know where those hands have been.” Buttercup said and Butch shot her a glare before accepting the handshake, the first one he ever did.

He glazed at the other dude. “You must be Mitch.” And he nodded.

“The one and only.” He responded before looking at all the books. “Geez B how much have you been slacking off?”

She grumbled something and shot him a deadly glare. “Geez Mitch how many times do you save the city a week?”

His hands went up in surrender and Mike laughed before tossing her an energy drink. Here I snatched this from my dad.” His eyes went to Butch. “So you obviously know our little lamb chop here, how?”

“Lamb chop?” Butch laughed.

“Ignore him. This is the dude I blew up.” She closed her book.

Mike’s eyes widened. “Yo you’re death kiss boy!”

They all turned towards Mike and Buttercup kicked his shin. He made a noise and Mitch rolled his eyes before taking the initiative to change the subject.

“Your brothers were taken in by Bellum right?” Mitch asked.

Butch leaned over and took the rest of Buttercups drink without a protest from her. “Yep. Pretty sweet deal. She's not too bad.”

“Bellum is a goddess and you better treat her with respect.” Buttercup spat before shoving the rest of her stuff in her bag. “I have to get to class early, see ya.” She glance at Butch. “Try not to do anything stupid and don’t rob them, they are both broke.”

“Hey!” Mike and Mitch yelled in unison.

Butch gave a small laugh before giving her a small wave. “See ya Lamb Chop.”

Her expression turned sour before she scoffed and turned around towards the main building.

“So you two are now buddies?” Mitch asked. “Thought you hated each other.”

Butch’s eyes were still locked on her even when she disappeared into the hallway. There was this stranger feeling within him, one he didn’t know the word too but hatred wasn’t in his system with her anymore, at least that he knew of.

“She’s not bad.” He finished off the soda while the two boys just nodded. --

Butch: Age 14

Buttercup never expected to be sitting in the room that belonged to the person who tried to kill her many times. It was weird but also felt completely natural as they sat on his bed and played video games. She was beating him of course and he said it was because she had video games growing up.

His demeanor had changed over the months as they got closer. Mitch and Mike as well as a few others welcomed him into their little squad. They would go see movies and even though he was born for evil, he rarely did anything bad. Besides the teasing and pranks, he was like a normal kid.

Just with laser beams and dark glowing eyes.

The round ended and she laughed in victory. “Take that snail guts.” She beamed with pride and he only pouted and started another round.

“Whatever Lamb Chop.”

“Told you to stop calling me that.”

He finally got a hit in on her character. They were playing a fighting game and just like real life, he was losing.

“Can I ask you a question?” She said as her character kicked him in the face.

“Shoot.”

“What was Mojo like?”

“You’ve met the monkey.”

“I met in terms of a father.”

The clicking of the buttons filled the room and she suddenly felt bad. “Sorry that's really personal-”

He paused the game. “No it's fine, I just didn’t think you would care.”

“I do.”

“Well for starters, he's super annoying with those damn monologues.”

Buttercup snorted. “For sure.”

“It just sucked to be honest. To know that he only wanted us for control and to defeat you, not because he wanted kids.”

“That must be rough.” She stated. “I never thought about it like that but I would be pissed if it was just for personal gain.”

“Your dad created you for personal gain.”

Buttercup brought the soda to her lips again. “I guess so.”

“But then again.” Butch took his own drink. “It wasn’t about power. It was about having daughters.”

“Yeah.”

“Too bad he got stuck with you.”

She punched his arm lightly. “Shut up!”

Butch only let his back fall to the bed as he swept his hand through his black locks. “Sometimes I wonder if anything good ever came out of this for Mojo.”

“I think you being here was the good thing, whether or not he deeply cares doesn’t matter anymore. There's a lot of people who probably care about you more than you think.”

“Yeah I guess so.” He thought about his brothers and Bellum.

“Well I’m happy Mojo created you and then you know, Him did.”

He gave her a scoff. “Yeah after you fucking killed me.”

“To be fair. I didn’t know what would happen. But on the bright side, your hair is better.” She shrugged before reaching her hand out and pushing her fingers through it.

A weird and unfamiliar electric buzz ran through his system from the contact. Her hand came back to her side as the notion of what she just did registered in her mind. She looked at the clock on the wall before hopping off the bed and grabbing her back pack.

“I got to go but I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said and he nodded. She began to walk out and spotted his hoodie lying on the desk. It was black with the sleeves having a dark green color. She picked up the fabric and turned towards him. “I’m stealing this.”

“Wait!” He called her and she turned around.

“What?”

“Why do we call you Lamb Chop?” He asked.

She stood there debating whether or not to tell him. He did tell her something personal so she looked at him with a blank expression. “I once choked on a lamb chop.” And then she opened the door and left.

He sat on the bed looking at the closed door. He furrowed his brows before looking at the screen that was glowing slightly.

There's a lot of people who probably care about you more than you think.

“Maybe.” He whispered to himself. --

Butch: Age 15

He decided high school was a personal hell hole. Even with his powers and snarky attitude and gross sense of humor, people really liked to push his buttons.

“Dude what crawled up your butt and died?” Mike asked as he sat at the lunch table.

Mitch joined them and looked at Butch who had a scowl on. “Probably because Jason asked out Buttercup.” He smirked.

Mike took a bite of his apple. “Oh shit really? Does he even play sports?”

“Track and debate. I don’t think he has the highest scores.” Mitch replied. “Butch seriously you look dead.”

“Couldn’t sleep last night.” He mumbled before slamming his head down.

They heard the footsteps approaching the table and soon Butch felt the shift in weight on the shitty lunch table bench.

“Sup losers.” Buttercup said as she took her seat. She was wearing the hoodie she had stolen last year and they had forgotten that it even belonged to the green ruff.

“Who's your new boy toy.” Mike asked and she shot him a glare.

“Don’t call him that.” She looked at Butch whose face was flat against the table. Her hand came down on his neck and he shot up. “The hells wrong with you?”

“Didn’t sleep.” He rubbed the back of his head. “No need to hit a guy you bitch.”

She only rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Aww don’t worry Lamb Chop, he’s just mad that you aren’t gonna pay attention to him.” Mitch smirked.

She leaned over and pinched his cheek. “Aww does someone want my attention.” She said mockingly in a baby voice.

Butch pushed her offer before stabbing her side with his finger. “You wish you had me toots.” He said darkly before pushing her towards the edge of the bench. She caught herself before falling.

Buttercup flicked his forehead before standing up. “I got to go but I’ll see you assholes later.” She grabbed her bag. “Also one of you smells like pine and I don’t hate it.” She said before ruffling Butch’s hair and leaving.

Butch’s mood went fell back to the scowl and he also got up. “I'm gonna go see Boomer, said he needed help with something.” He scooped up his bag before flinging it onto his shoulder. “Later.”

Mitch and Mike waved to him before Mike took the last bite of his apple. “Hey Mitch?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you smell like pine?”

“Nope.” he popped the ‘p’.

“Thought so.” --

Butch: Age 16

He was sitting on the edge of the skate rink. His feet swayed slightly until the heel of his shoes hit the pavement and bounced forward again. He thought about lighting a cigarette and clearing his mind. The pack was in his hands, his thumb toying with the flap. The rolled paper sat on his lips as he debated whether or not to light it.

“Where the fuck is she?” He grumbled to no one. It was dead quiet with no one in sight. “Probably out with the dumb ass”

The end of his cigarette sparked to life with a green flash. He tilted his head up to see Buttercup.

“Bout damn time.” He blew the smoke out. “What took you so long? Jason couldn’t keep his clammy hands away?” He snickered.

She would usually laugh at the tease but instead she was silent as she dropped her board and sat next to him.

The lighthearted mood they normally shared was off and he gave her a weird glance. “Damn Lamb Chop, you’ve been crying or some shit?” He asked as he took another drag.

“Um” Her voice sounded dry. “We-I, broke up with him.” She said slowly.

He bit his lip and nodded. At first he had nothing to say. He wasn’t good with comforting other people's feelings, especially not the green puff. They may have had their fair share of tender moments that were movie bond but this was the first time a break up was ever in place.

“Oh.” He didn’t really know what to say so he just shrugged. “I’m sorry. Was there a reason?”

She pulled her knees to her chest. Her eyes were red at the corners and she looked as if she had been crying but he didn’t say anything.

Her fingers toyed with a pebble on the ground. “He said that he didn’t like us hanging out and how close we were.”

“Thats stupid.”

“Y-yeah. It is.” She said as the breeze came and made her shiver.

He noticed this and shrugged off his jacket before placing it over her without a second thought. He had missed the way her cheeks turned pink and their way her shoulders relaxed.

“He also said that he didn’t like the way I dressed or wanted me to be more like Blossom.” She spat. He gave a low whistle. “Thats fucked up bro. I may be dumb sometimes but the last thing you wanna do is compare a girl to her sister.” He snuffed his cigarette out next to him.

Her laugh was dry as she wiped away her tears. He hated seeing her cry. She didn’t deserve to have a guy do that to her, not when it was ultimately about him. The thought of Jason yelling at her because he was jealous of Butch made his blood boil. He wanted to go and find him and maybe knock a few teeth in. Mama Bellum might let it slide since it's an act of friendship, right? Especially since that shit he had said.

“I can’t believe I went out with such a sleaze bag. When I broke up with him, he just asked if Blossom was available.”

“What did you say?”

She was silent before looking at him. “I slapped him.”

Butch leaned back and let out a loud laugh. “Lamb Chop rocking his shit? I wish I was there to see.” He laughed some more.

She toyed with the ends of the sleeves. “I felt bad but I wasn’t about to let some slug talk about my sister like that.”

“Hey don’t go calling a guy a slug.” He gestured to himself. “That's an insult to some of us.”

She nudged his shoulder and rolled her eyes. “You were made from a snail dumb ass.” She smiled. “And a dogs ass.”

“Fuck off.” He stuck his tongue out at her. “Where's all the sugar and nice shit in you?”

“No where. Not now at least.” She fell silent.

Jason didn’t deserve someone as cool and bad ass. What kind of guy would even think about ruining a person's emotions over something that petty when that said person can break their bones with a snap.

She was looking straight ahead trying to muffle her tears and quivering of the lips. His gaze went to her and his eyes traced the profile of her face. The way the tears slipped out under those dark lashes and the smallest red to her face. He didn’t even know there was a freckle beneath her right eye.

Butch continued to secretly stare at her. His mouth slightly parted as he felt his heartbeat pick up. The look of her in his hoodie made his head spin and he really enjoyed the sight.

“On the bright side, you don’t have to be stuck at prom with his lame ass.” He tried to lighten the mood.

Her eyes met his. An array of light greens and a tang of yellow swirled his iris and he couldn’t understand why he never bothered to look closer before.

“I probably would have left him before that anyways.” She whispered. Another breeze came and their shoulders touched as she leaned slightly to his warmth.

“Really?” He asked and her eyes fell to his lips then came back to his eyes.

“Yeah. I think so.” She said as she leaned closer but he gave her a small nod before looking back out towards the rink. “Should have left him sooner anyways.”

He hadn’t seen her blow up her bangs or what she whispered to herself.

“Well I wouldn’t give an ass hat like that the time of day. Fuck him. You’re Buttercup Motherfucking Utonium and you don’t need any lame guy to be by your side.”

“Yeah.” She huffed. “Fuck him.”

“Plus.” He jumped up and grabbed his board. “I'm the only guy you need to worry about.” He winked and she looked up at him with glossy eyes. “Now forget about him and let’s skate so I can see you fall on your ass.” He pushed his board down and took off smoothly before dipping into the rink.

She finished her tears and hugged the jacket before grabbing her own board and joining him.

Butch: Age 17

Butch sat there staring at his drink. The ice cubes melting at such a slow pace he wondered if time was even real. The song changed for the third time and yet he was sitting on the sidelines feeling sorry for himself for a reason that he couldn’t comprehend.

His head was a mess, his palms were sweaty and he was pretty sure that his facial expression was dull and unreadable. He had decided in that moment that prom was stupid. He saw Boomer out on the dance floor twirling Bubbles and was glad that someone was having fun at least. From a distance he could make out the hair of his brother and probably Blossom, they probably fought before deciding to dance. Stupid teenage hormones.

“Hey man.” Mitch joined him at the table, drink in hand and more hairspray than the cast of a Broadway musical.

Butch gave him a half smile. “Hey Mitch. How's it going.” He was trying to be as polite as possible but all he wanted to do now was leave this shit show of a dance.

“Fine.” He popped the tab on his soda. “How's it for you?”

The fake laugh was a give away as Butch took a sip of his drink. “Peachy.” He really wanted to leave.

Mitch stood there watching him with raised brows and his mouth tightened into a straight line. His eyes raked over the dance floor and then to the other tables. He turned back to Butch and smirked.

“What?” Butch snapped a little too hard and Mitch shrugged.

“Why don’t you just ask her to dance?” Mitch looked towards the dance floor.

“Who?” He was met with a sigh and a look that said “you're an idiot.”

“Buttercup you dumb fuck.” He rolled his eyes. “And here I thought Boomer was the dumb one.”

He looked away over the vast crowd of people. All dressed up for a dance they would forget in the next ten years or even tomorrow. “Why would I-”

His eyes landed on her and he felt his breath catch in his throat.

She sat at her own table. A light conversation going with some random girl, probably a team mate. Her fingers traced the rim of her soda, a small ring sparkling under the light. She had gone with her sisters to this damn thing and it was the first time tonight where he actually saw her.

A dark green dress that seemed a little uncomfortable to her as she picked at the skirt pooling around her heels. He had laughed at the thought of her in a dress. She had told him how stupid she was going to look and he had agreed with a lighthearted sigh.

But he was wrong.

So incredibly wrong.

“Oh for fucks sake.” He whispered under his breath and his eyes met Mitch’s. A blank stare with a sly smile as he took another sip.

“You just realized?” Mitch laughed and patted his back as he stood up to go find his own date. “I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since Jason had asked her out last year. Took you this long. Hell I’ve been waiting since we first met.”

Mike walked up to the table, his eyes looking towards Mitch before he grabbed his hand.

“Babe Butch just found out he likes Buttercup.” Mitch laughed, making his face turn red with embarrassment.

Mike looked towards Butch with wide eyes and an even wider smile. “About fucking time dude! Go get her!”

Mitch left the table and he sat there staring at his drink again. The feeling when she had told him that she was going out with Jason made his blood boil and his skin twitch and he never knew why. Or at least he pretended not to.

And then the following year when they had broken up. The tears in her eyes were genuine and even though he was comforting her, he felt fine about the relationship ending. Happy even.

But now he stared at her from across the room. The music had turned to white noise and he was focused on her only. He furrowed his eyebrows before chugging his drink, it wasn’t alcohol but it would do. He got one step in before she shifted in her seat and her eyes fell to his.

It was an electrifying feeling that jolted through his body. Her eyes didn’t leave his even as he straightened his tie and walked towards her. In those few moments he kicked himself on how he didn’t see it before. --

“You got a date?” She asked him while they were lounging at the skatepark, the rest of their friends had left for the evening. The sky had melted from blue to a candy floss pink, a light breeze in the air.

“Eh might just ask some random girl passing down the hall.” He shrugged. “Not really feeling it I guess.”

She pushed her hair back as she tilted her head towards the sky. “No ones got your eye?”

At first it didn’t make sense why she was asking. Her face had a slight red to it but he thought it was from the heat. He had brushed it off, thought nothing of it.

“Not really.” Why did he feel like he was lying?

“Maybe I’ll steal Blossom’s thunder and ask Brick.” She teased and Butch glared at her. “Stop saying my brother is hot. He’s not.” He pouted and she laughed lightly.

“But he is. I leave him to Blossom.” She winked.

He crossed his arms. “I’m way hotter than him.” She heard him mumble.

She let the topic die in the wind as they sat there in a comfortable silence. She noticed the way his flannel clung to his arms and turned her face away with a blush and a twitch of anger.

“Really not going with anyone?” She asked again and he shook his head.

“Think I might wear a dress, Bubbles will probably force me.” Buttercup sighed but in all honesty she was looking forward to these things. Once in a while she liked to get all dolled up and have a good time, sue her.

“I say show up in shorts and tell her to suck it.” He teased and she laughed but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I’ll probably look horrible.”

“Most likely.” She hit his shoulder.

And they left it at that.

--- In the moment he spent walking up to her table he had finally come to his sense of what had made his mind crazy for the past days, months and years. It was never going from bad boy to someone who played by the rules or the wild ride of high school.

No, it was simple. She had made his heart clamp up and taken over his thoughts. Every action he did somehow was tied to her and if he had a question, she was somehow the answer. The things he did like wearing that pine cologne because she said she liked it or even wearing flannels because he saw her looking at them on her phone. All of those small details he never thought twice about lead him closer to her.

She would steal his hoodies or even run her hands through his hair even when he protested against it. He could tell her everything in his head and she would sit and listen. It all made sense now. And when they were sitting at that skate park, she wanted him to ask her and then he didn’t.

It never clicked that he liked all those things she did. Really liked it. Maybe even loved.

He always thought he was observant, you had to be with a life of crime as your past but he was inconsiderately dense when it came to the one person he didn’t realize mattered the most.

But sometimes the best things come to those who wait. Or figure their shit out. Whichever came first.

“Hey lamb chop.” He said over the music. He was thankful that the other girl she was talking to was gone now. Just them.

She looked up at him then smiled softly. “Hey.”

“You wanna, uh, dance, maybe?” He held his hand out with slight hesitation.

Buttercup looked at the outstretched hand, a small blush dusting her face and he thought she looked pure and delicate in that moment. Her fingers touched the tips of his as she stood up and glanced at the floor with a new found shyness.

“Yeah, I’d like to.”

He pulled her towards a spot away from the heavy crowd and even from their friends. He didn’t need the two lovebirds to add any comments when he was trying to keep his composure together. By the time they got to their location, the upbeat pop song had shifted into a slow song where couples across the floor were grabbing their partners closely.

He gulped and looked up at the tacky disco ball before he felt her arms slip around his shoulder and he looked at her. She offered him a smile that showed she was just as nervous and he let out a breath before relaxing and setting his hands on her hips.

It was a little weird at first. They were the two toughest people in the school and probably the city. He had seen her burp and get her hands dirty. Fall and scrape her knees and suffer punches to the gut and even blood trickling down her face.

He thought it was teenage hormones that were making him feel weird when he saw her like that. Calm, relaxed, free and even full of power and rage. He should have known that it was his heart trying to tell him that he had a fat crush on her.

But now looking at her in the dim lights, he laughed to himself.

“What’s so funny?” She asked.

He snorted. “I should have known.”

She cocked her head slightly with a questioning look. “Known what?”

“That you like me.” He stated and her eyes shot open wide like a deer in headlights.

“W-what-I” Her face had flamed up to the color of her sister’s bow and she began to panic. “I don’t-”

“And that I like you.” He said before she could pull away.

“Oh.”

He sighed. “I really should have seen it sooner. I mean come on BC, you’re a firecracker babe and my dumb ass couldn’t comprehend that all those feelings over the years were because of you? It's pretty lame.”

“It's not like I made it easy.” She whispered.

“Easy? It was crystal clear!” he laughed. “The hoodie stealing, the pine, the way you would run your fingers in my hair.”

“It's soft.” She bit her lip.

“I even started wearing flannels because of that damn ad you were looking at.”

“Is that why?” It was her turn to laugh.

“And then the skate park.”

“Oh when I tried to kiss you.”

“Ya when you tried-WAIT WHAT?” His voice boomed and some couples turned around before getting a glare from him.

That panicked look came back onto her face. “I like, leaned in and everything but you turned your head and I just accepted the fact that you didn’t like me I guess.”

“Wow I really am dumb, you should start calling me Boomer.”

“Ew no.” She shook her head. “I’d take you over anyone any day.”

Those words gave him a small tinge of pride. “You’re such a sap.” He murmured as he felt his cheeks turn pink. He held her closer before moving a strand of hair out of her face. Her eyes were bright and soft and he thought she looked beautiful.

“I think you were wrong.”

“About what?” She asked.

“The dress.” He looked down, then back to her face. “You look stunning.”

The expression on her face was of genuine bliss as she leaned forward and this time he knew what he was supposed to do. His lips touched hers and that jolt of electricity that happened all those years ago in his bedroom came back. He felt her lips turn up into a smile and knew she felt it too.

They pulled apart and just stared in silence at one another. It was like the world had faded into the background and it was just them. Dark and neon green dancing through the night.

She giggled, a wonderful sound that was rarely heard.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Buttercup ran her fingers in the back of his hair as they danced. “I’m just glad you didn’t blow up his time.”

“Fuck me too.” His nose brushed against hers. “That just means I can kiss you more.” He said before his lips crashed to her again. It was quicker and more hasty as she melted against him. It was as if he was trying to make up for lost time, to show that he had truly cared about her deeply through the years.

There's a lot of people who probably care about you more than you think.

He thought back to when she had said that. It was a phrase that played over and over in his mind and now he knew she was talking about herself. He pulled away and she pecked him quickly again before leaning her head against his chest. She felt like she was on cloud nine and he liked his lips. She could feel the vibration of his laugh through his chest and looked up at him.

“Don’t make fun of me for being sappy or I’m going to kick your ass.” She gave him an icy glare.

“No it's not that, I think it's cute.” he kissed her forehead. “I just think Lamb Chop isn’t a good nickname anymore.”

Her eyebrows quipped up. “Really?” She was surprised because he was so determined to call her that at any given time. “What would be better?”

His lips pressed to her ear as his hand squeezed her hips lightly. “Cinnamon.”

And when he kissed her again, she then realized what flavor her lipstick was.

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BONUS: THAT YOU DIDN’T SEE YET :)

Butch: Age 18

“You know how you asked me about Mojo all those years ago?” He said out of the blue. Buttercup propped her head on her hand as she rolled onto her side.

“Yeah I think so.” She responded, not really understanding why he brought up the topic. Over the years the conversation had been put to a stand still and it was something he rather not talk about.

“I remember asking if anything would come out good for Mojo.”

She hummed as she wrapped her finger loosely around the string of his hoodie.

“Well the thing is, I was thinking. Maybe it wasn’t what good Mojo got from the creation, but instead the good that came out of it for me.”

“That’s a better thing to look at. A lot of stuff is good. You have a super sweet mom and you just graduated high school. Colleges want you to play for their teams and your brothers have grown closer over the years.” She said.

His lips turned to a smile as he reached out to brushed the hair kissing her face. “And you.” He chuckled as her face flamed up and she buried her face into his chest.

“Sap.” She stated, her voice slightly muffled.

“I’m just saying.” Butch ran his fingers through her hair. “I think out of all the things that could have happened, you were the best thing.”

She tilted her head slightly to meet his eyes before looking to the side. “You weren’t too bad yourself.”

“Gee thanks.” He teased as he tapped her nose. “But I am serious babe. You make me want to be a better person. Someone who is worthy enough to stand by your side.”

“I think you’re worthy.”

“I know you do.”

“And I don’t care what anyone has to say because you make me feel like no one else can.” She placed a hand on his cheek before he reached and put his own over it. “

Her eyes fell to his before he leaned and kissed her softly. It was a mystery of how he actually let himself get through high school without kissing her. It was his favorite thing to do as it provided a comfort and he really liked the taste of the chap stick she wore on the daily. Not to mention that her lips were incredibly soft anf he relished in the fact that it was something only he got to do.

“I love you.” She whispered as they pulled apart. His eyes widened slightly as if he didn’t hear those words correctly. He blinked as he stared at her and she only gave him that soft gaze he adored so much.

They were hardly any words to describe how he felt about her in that moment. “I love you too.” He said back and she looked like she was glowing.

“How much do you love me?” She winked as teased him with a feathery kiss.

“More than you could even know Cinnamon.” He finished before capturing her lips again into another passionate kiss.

I hope you all enjoyed! This was a monster to complete and really fun

#greens #butchercup #butch x buttercup #buttercup x butch #ppg butch #ppg buttercup #ppg #ppg fanfic #greens fanfic #thewritingstar

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myherogroundzero · 4 years

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Hello! How are you? I was wondering if I could request some scenarios or headcanons for Kiri and Denki with an s/o who rarely gets sick but when they do it hits hard? Like, they almost never experience more than bad allergies but every once in a while, they'll get really sick. For me, it started with C. Diff, then a couple years later it was Appendicitis, and a few years after that it was both Tonsillitis and the flu at the same time (it sucked, I couldn't even swallow my own saliva). Thanks!

A/N: THANK U FOR REQUESTING!!! i’m doing much better than before! sorry this is like... idk but it’s late. I chose to do headcannons bc i still have homework and i gotta u know... do that. but rly thank u sm for the request, it gave me a reason to write something so that helps. also r u OKAY??? like that sounds like it SUCKS i hope youre healthy 😭 anyway i hope you enjoy!!! also i wrote this from my experience w the flu so if it’s inaccurate to others, it’s probably because i’m an overdramatic piece of shit

warnings: language

summary: you come down with a bad case of the flu (corona would be fitting, right? not in this story it’s not), and you are MISERABLE. unluckily for kiri and kami, they love you and have to care for you through these mucusy times.

Eijirou Kirishima

there you were, sprawled out on the couch and wishing for death

you’d somehow contracted the flu— which makes no sense???

you never get sick like lmfao what

but because of your mighty immune system, sicknesses were like 50x worse

to be completely honest, no one wanted to be around you because 1) you’re a bummer and 2) dISGUSTANG.

but fortunately for you, Kirishima cares far too much about you to let you just sulk in your illness

you curled up on the couch, pleading to whatever gods there may be that they make the ache in your head go away

you couldn’t smell anything, not to mention breathe

your nose and your throat were just mucus fests as this point

if the thought of that made you feel disgusted, it’s because it’s disgusting

to add on to that, your body couldn’t pick between hot or cold

“hey, y/n! how are you feeling?” that all too familiar voice asked before taking a seat on the arm of the couch

“whatever the europeans felt in 1346, i feel it too.”

“1346?”

“the plague, Kiri. the plague.”

he looked at you for a moment before laughing

“don’t be ridiculous! it’s just the flu! come on, sit up. want some food?”

the thought of food made you want to throw up

and RIDICULOUS? HE’S RIDICULOUS WHAT

your head continued to pound harder and harder with each passing minute

saliva built up in your mouth and that’s what gave away the fact you were about to throw up

you got up and ran to the nearest bathroom as quickly as you could, Kirishima not failing to follow suit

and like the good person he is, he held your hair back/comforted you

when you were done, you leaned into him bc UGH comfort

and he did what he does best and smiled at you 🥺 like pls have my heart

he picked you up and carried you to your room so you could rest even though youre CONTAGIOUS 🔫🗿

was he gonna get sick? likely

did he care? no

would he do it again? 1000 times yes

hotel? trivago

but like anyway

so he stayed with you and talked to you throughout your influenza

even though you were dry-heaving and throwing up and a little sassy mcsasserson, he did his absolute best to comfort you

he made you soup (whether it’s good or not, dont ask me) and held you

he’s just overall a 12/10 guy

would date

would be sick and let him take care

Denki Kaminari

Kaminari is a fucking dumbass

like literally so stupid

he doesn’t know how to take care of you??? he wasn’t ready to be a mother omg

he can’t cook and you don’t even want him to try

so you stayed in bed and just decided to take care of yourself even though you were absolutely MISERABLE

like im talking, you’d rather gouge your eyes out with spoons

but of course, despite your protests and you insisting that you could handle it alone, kaminari barges into your room anyway

“y/n! wonderful! you’re awake, and you just so happen to be the person i’m looking for.”

“get out.”

and he didn’t.

but, we knew that didn’t we

“it’s been hours since we last talked, i missed you. how are you feeling?”

“i envy the dead.”

“i mean, me too, but that’s a bit dramatic don’t you think?”

and then he smiled at you

that damn smile

“what do you need, Kami?”

“for you to feel better. can i help with anything? i can show you memes!”

you laughed softly

he couldn’t do anything to help further your healing process, but he made you laugh

so despite the congestion in both your nose and throat, and despite your vomiting, and hot and cold flashes, he stayed to at the very least make you smile

all of your symptoms felt 10x worse due to your lack of exposure to these illnesses, but it was surprisingly easier with him there

you felt like absolute shit, but at least you had someone there with you to comfort you in your time of need

kaminari may be a known brainless piece of SHIT, but he was a damn good time

and he was one of the sweetest boys you knew

A/N: i dont usually do these at the end but sORRY IT’S COMPLETE SHIT, I TRIED. i still hope u enjoyed at least a lil bit. i gotta get back into writing bc it sucks being trash. when school is out (which is literally tomorrow) you can bet ur bucket i’ll write more. ok love u guys ✌️🗿

#anime #bnha #my hero academia #reader insert #x reader #boku no hero academia #x you #mha #kaminari x reader #kirishima x reader #denki kaminari #eijirou kirishima #headcanons

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itsanerdlife · 5 years

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Bad For You 12/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Posting: Tuesday. Thursday. Saturday.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

Tag List Is Open!!

He leans on the frame of the open front door. She grabs her bag out of the passenger seat, before getting out. Dark grey sweatpants, cuffed at the bottom, they sat low on her hips. Her white T-shirt is cut short and loose. There’s a sweatshirt hanging out of her bag as well. She’s texting on her phone as she walks up the path.

“Huh.” Howie looks over, finding Steve smirking.

“Sweatpants might be my new favorite thing ever.” Howie grins, looking back at Y/N.

“Sounds about right.” Steve laughs, patting Howie on the shoulder he slips past. He nods to Y/N heading for his own car.

“Let’s finish this Tempest.” She grins coming up the steps.

“Me or the book?” He laughs, ushering her in.

“Depends.” She shrugs.

He shoves the door shut, the grin on his face. He wiggles his finger for her to follow. They head upstairs, he shoves the door open letting her into his room.

“Door can stay open.” He shrugs, dropping into his desk chair.

“Hell is freezing over.” She shakes her head smiling. Setting her bag down, she grabs her book and notebook. “Okay so analyzing these quotes.” She lets out a breath, looking at the assignment sheet.

“Ready cynical?” He chuckles.

“Oh shut up Tempest.” She smirks.

Struggling to sit on the edge of his bed. The storage underneath made it sit higher up. She finally wiggles on to the edge, cracking open her book. He tries to not laugh, opening his own book.

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They’ve switched spots, he’s sitting on his bed, back against the headboard. She’s pacing at the foot, talking with her hands as she tries to explain the quote. He swipes the lock on his phone, opening up Snapchat. She’s got one hand in her hair, book in the other. She shakes her hair over her shoulder, letting it fall across the side of her face.

He’s hitting post when she drops on the bed, a short distance from him. Her head rolls to the side, looking over at him. Her book on her stomach, hair splayed out on his comforter.

“This is fucking gibberish.” She sighs.

“Isn’t most Shakespeare?” He lifts a brow.

“Seriously! This is like learning another language.” She huffs, raising the book and shaking it.

“Come on two more.” He laughs.

“Oh you’re playing on your phone. Shut up, you’re not even paying attention.” She laughs.

“I always pay attention to you.” He shrugs, picking up his book.

She chews her bottom lip before rolling over on her stomach. Book open on the bed, pulling her hair over her shoulder. He stares for a moment, trying to remember the last time a girl spent this much time with him, without hoping to make the list.

“Howie?” She grins looking up at him. He grins back.

“Sorry, what?” He runs his fingers through his hair.

She laughs a little, tapping the page. He leans in to look as well. Scanning what she’s pointing to he nods but can’t ignore the exhilarating feeling of being this close to her.

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“Wait? Is that the last one?” He looks over. She checks the sheet.

“It is. We are finished!” She sighs dramatically and rolls on to her back. They’re lying across his bed, her hair falls over the edge of the bed.

“Guess we are.” He looks down at her. She smiles, nose crinkling up as she does.

There wasn’t really a thought process, he just moves. Leaning in, he catches her by surprise once again since they met. Only this time she doesn’t slap him, she kisses him back, granting him access. It’s the greatest moment in his life to date.

Her phone vibrates on the bed. Moments later it does again. He pulls back, lifting a brow.

“Got another date?” He smirks.

“Yeah, she’s a red head. So hot.” She grins, grabbing her phone. “Wanda and I are supposed to go over the history work. Sorry.” She sighs, texting back quickly.

“You going to that sorority party tomorrow?” He asks as they both move off his bed.

“Yeah, Wanda and Nat want to go.” She nods, shoving her book and notebook into her bag. “You guys going? I mean it’s a party thrown by a whole house of woman.” She sasses with a smirk.

“Oh is that jealousy?” He grins.

“As if.” She rolls her eyes. Picking up her bag, his hand closes around hers, pulling her back to him.

“There’s no rush with us. But I think you know for damn sure I’m into you. But I know you just ended things with Harry. So I’m not going home with anyone else, unless you want too.” He nods.

“Saying what?” Her head tips softly.

“I’m all for you. So whenever you decide you’re ready, for whatever. Call or text me.” He explains. She nods, shoving her bag up her shoulder.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She heads for the door with him following.

He walks her out to her car. Taking the chance to kiss her again before she’s gone. When he steps into the house, the guys are watching him from the living room.

“What?” He laughs.

“How, we need to talk.” Peter nods. Howie hesitates, but drops into the arm chair.

“What’s up?” He looks around. The five of them watching him.

“What’s going on with you and Y/N?” Buck asks.

“We finished our assignment?” He asks, confused by the question.

“So the little notes, library dates, coffee dates, flirting, banter?” Peter lifts a brow.

“So I flirt with her. Is that so wrong?” He lifts a brow.

“Dude you do a lot more than flirt with her.” Steve snorts.

“I do not.” Howie laughs.

“She’s your background on your phone, How!” Peter laughs. Howie’s brow pulls down thinking about that.

“So?”

“We seen your snap post.” Sam points out.

Howie chews his bottom lip, thinking about what he posted. Y/N in her sweats and T-shirt, her hair covered the side of her face. But the caption read ‘Think I just fell in love with sweat pant season’.

“What’s your point?” Howie sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“We saw you kissing her outside.” Clint smirks.

“So I like her.” Howie shrugs.

“Dude, you’re in deeper than that.” Steve laughs.

“Am not.” Howie argues.

“Dude, you have it bad for her. Howie Stark, Prince of Screw Crew. Has never had a girl as his background, never posted cute snaps, and he sure as fuck has never spent three hours with the bedroom door open, only studying with a hot girl.” Peter calls him out.

“The cute notes, the coffee, the nicknames, come on Howie. You have it bad. You’re waiting around for her to get over Harry so you can have her.” Buck adds.

“Holy fuck.” Howie’s eyes grow wide, his hand scraps across his jaw, mouth and cheek.

“How?” Peter chuckles.

“I think I’m falling for her.” He admits, a little in shock.

“Wow, I never thought we would hear those words.” Clint chuckles.

“Hell froze over.” Sam nods.

“I told her I was waiting for her to decide.” Howie rubs his hand over his face.

“He’s got it bad.” Steve smirks.

“How did I not notice?!” Howie blinks at them.

“Have you ever been serious with someone?” Clint wonders.

“Never.” Peter snorts.

“I’m serious about a girl.” Howie nods slowly.

“Damn you’re stupid.” Buck sighs, shaking his head. Howie pushes himself up, shuffling out of the room.

“That poor girl.” Steve snickers.

“He’s going to fuck it up.” Clint nods.

“Oh fuck yeah. It’s Howie, we’re Stark’s. It’s like programmed into our genes.” Peter laughs.

“Not helping me!” Howie yells back from the middle of the stairs.

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letsgobethegoodguys · 5 years

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What are your fav Cas moments? (This may or may not be Star Wars AU related)

Okay! This took me ages because I wanted to think of things that would be specifically helpful for your AU 🙈 But I decided to just go ahead and ramble and let you see if anything works for you since, y'know, you’re the only one who will actually know what you can use. 😅 Anyway, I love the opportunity to talk about our sweet angel. His character development is very important to me. 😢 This is gonna get really, really long and I’ll probably end up reblogging to add stuff as I remember more scenes, so set aside a solid chunk of time to read this, and buckle up. Just remember, you asked for this. 😏

I think my all-time favorite Cas moments are in the episode ‘First Born’ in season 9. I mean, you really see his development so fully. And it’s such a good episode for Sam too, UGH. First, Cas is so freaking cute about the peanut butter and jelly sandwich not tasting the same since he’s no longer human (always jelly - not jam, he found it “unsettling”). I mean, he actually says, “I miss you PB&J.” We stan a dork. (Also, Sam taking a little swipe from Cas’ sandwich? Just kill me. It’s so cute). And don’t get me started on the “You have a Guinea pig?” line, accompanied by his adorable, confused head tilt. I love this soft boy.

Cas comes up with the idea to extract Gadreel’s grace from Sam, but it’s gonna hurt like crazy, so he is extremely reluctant to do it. (Flash forward to Cas saying, “I won’t hurt you, Sam” in 'Peace of Mind’ - but we’ll come back to that episode). As Cas is extracting the grace, he tries to stop repeatedly because he can’t stand to see Sam suffering. But Sam insists that he keep going. Because Sam feels so guilty for what Gadreel did. And I love Cas’ line, “Why must the Winchesters run toward death?” He says that when he was human he learned, “that all life is precious, and must be protected at all costs.” That’s another thing I have always loved about Cas. His love for humanity. (in season 8, I think, he says something like, “Watching humanity never gets old, does it?”) He has always believed that humans are God’s greatest creation. Flawed and imperfect, but beautiful in their imperfection. Special and unique and precious.

Quick aside (not actually very quick, of course, because it’s me talking) - The scene in 'Ouroboros’ where he talks to Jack about loss is another fave of mine. “Humans burn bright, but for a very short time compared to things like you and me.” More evidence that he just loves… people. Specifically Sam and Dean, of course. But he loves humanity so much. (Even more than humanity’s ACTUAL creator tbh). “The point is that you got to know them at all. When they’re gone, it will hurt. But that pain will remind you how much you loved them.” Also, Cas is very fast and loose with the word “love” in recent seasons which I absolutely adore. Like in season 12 when he was dying and he used what he thought was his last breath to say, “I love you. I love all of you.” And he so easily told his son, “Because I love you, Jack. Sam and Dean, they love you.” And Jack certainly learned that from him - our nougat boy says “love” quite a bit too. (It would take me another insanely long ramble to talk about my favorite Jack moments, of course. Luckily, you know them all already 😉).

Alright, back to 'First Born’. Cas keeps going with the extraction because Sam begs him to. Sam is overcome with guilt over Kevin’s death. And he feels utterly useless. “Please help me do this one good thing,” Sam pleads with Cas. Cas’ empathy for Sam is what convinces the angel to keep going.

He finally stops when Sam is on the verge of death, blood pouring from his nose, eyes unfocused. Cas smooths his hand through Sam’s hair, gently removes the needle, and heals all of Sam’s wounds.

So here we go. This may be my favorite Cas moment ever. He looks at Sam. This broken, crushed shell of a man, haunted by mistakes that weren’t his, struggling with feelings of unworthiness and overwhelming, gut-wrenching guilt, unable to recover from the violation of having his agency taken away by his brother. Sam was almost hoping to die from the extraction of the angel grace left inside him. Moments before, he hinted at wishing he had completed the trials and died in that church, finally resting, with Dean holding him. But in this moment, Cas doesn’t let Sam sacrifice himself. Instead, he looks at Sam.

And he says, “Nothing is worth losing you.”

I just, I love that line so much. How desperately must Sam have needed to hear that, especially then… UGH.

I want to stop here because I’m an emotional wreck from reliving that scene, but I have more to say. So I’ll wipe my tears, and keep going.

Last note on 'First Born’ - this is where Sam teaches Cas how to hug (I think it’s important to note that Dean has already hugged Cas at this point, in Purgatory, but Cas’ response was a look of confusion and arms still hanging loosely by his side). When Cas doesn’t respond to Sam’s hug, our tall boy awkwardly says, “This is the part where you hug back.” And Cas’s little “Oh,” kills me. Then the way Sam pats Cas’ neck after the hug is so very affectionate and also so very Dean and I love it. UGH. So, anyway, that’s my favorite episode for Cas, probably. It may be the one that made me fall completely head-over-heels for him, although I always loved Cas.

This is already entirely too long, but here are some other favorite Cas moments/quirks:

- All of his hugs. He’s very much a hug-until-the-other-person-lets-go kind of hugger. And I love that about him. His hands usually linger on the other person’s shoulders or sides after a hug too, which is adorable.

- Him looking for Sam in 'Peace of Mind’. “I’m looking for my partner. Tall man. Hair. He has beautiful hair?”

- Cas being sassy and 1000% done with everyone at all times. For example, “I don’t wear a hat!” And “You know what I like about him? He’s sarcastic, but he’s also thoughtful and appreciative.” And “If I plan to do anything else stupid, I’ll let you know.” And “I used to lead armies, but now I’m stuck with a talking dog and a scruffy philistine.” And “These are my friends. My friends who don’t listen very well.” Et cetera, et cetera. (I really don’t know if those quotes are exactly right but I will not be looking them all up right now 😅)

- Cas saying to Jack, “To be fair, we all got punched in the face.”

- Cas trying (and often failing) to make appropriate pop culture references or use common expressions. “I thought you were gonna sleep until the cows dragged you home.”

- Random dialogue thing. Cas is the only character who really says, “Oh, (insert character’s name here)”. I just find that really cute and soft? He says, “Oh, Sam” multiple times that I can think of. Like when he saw what breaking the wall in Sam’s head did to him. He’s also definitely said, “Oh, Dean” at some point. And when a teary-eyed Jack said, “I don’t have anything”, Cas replied, “Oh, Jack. That’s just not true. You’ve got me.” Maybe this is a weird thing to point out. But I really love this quirk of his and it’s so unique to him.

Okay, that’s it for now. Gosh, I hope any part of this is useful for you, my dear friend. I’m sorry it got so terribly long. I had more to say than I thought. And like I said, I may come up with more. But maybe this has just been me rambling unhelpfully, so we’ll see if I actually add to it. 😅 Anyway, I’m so honored that you asked me! I love you, Kyler! 😁

#long post #why can't i do a read more link on mobile??#sorry this got so long everyone 🙈#spn meta #kinda #steph talks #spn #angst queen kyler #if anyone read this whole things and has any other fave moments - feel free to add them!#i'm sure i missed some golden cas moments #anyway i love him #this should count as my contribution to hiatus creations this week #thanks again kyler ily <3 #sorry if any quotes are wrong i did not go back to rewatch these episodes before posting this

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autumn-in-phandom · 7 years

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MEET HOT DADDIES IN OUR AREA!

(That’s clickbait if I’ve ever seen it)

Dan and Phil play: Dream Daddy #2

0:01 I love Phil in his burgundy hearts shirt. 0:02 Dan’s shirt is a bit distracting but he looks really cute in it. 0:05 The dog *was* the most important thing last time. 0:08 The animated corgi added in and the effect that Phil bops it down with his fist while saying “sadly the owner was quite sassy” was quite satisfying. 0:25 Love the slow pan in intro with the logo and hearts. 0:29 Hearing Phil say “our old husband” is a bit surreal. 0:30 “died!” in sync 0:58 Reaffirming their dad choices are each other. 1:05 Is Dan chewing on something? 1:28 Dan sings “Dream Daddy” 1:39 “We apologize so much.”- Dan

1:52 “Bouncy baby Craig”- Phil (how Phil remembers names) 2:02 “That’s how to instantly be like ‘wrong number, bye.’”- Dan miming texting 2:10 “6 am, no. On the no pile straight away”-Dan “That is criminal.”- Phil 2:22 (I had to look up “swole”) 2:24 Two messages is a little bit desperate according to Phil 2:27 Dan feels sorry that he maybe doesn’t have anyone to do bro brunches with. 2:36 “Sure you wann ‘catch up’” innuendo according to Dan 2:50 “What year is it?”- in sync “3,300”- Phil 2:58 “That’s more Dan and Phil, being late for everything.”- Phil

3:06 Flash back to parents evening, so awkward, judging you to your face 3:23 Bright orange visitors sticker “right on the forehead”- Phil “Bonk”- Dan 3:28 “Haggard” has a wizard association with Phil 3:40 “A youth”- Dan 3:50 Lucien is what Phil wanted to look like in college. 3:55 Probably Dan’s best voice of this game. 4:22 Low rent Gerard Way burn reaction. 4:37 Phil thinks Hugo has “swanky clothes” 4:51 Phil singing “we’re not okay”

5:01 Phil’s “He’s gonna get the cane out” Dan’s reaction and Phil’s giggling while reading 5:25 “Good one” to Dan’s elbow blowing 5:38 I like that Dan just immediately goes for that bell sound effect 5:45 Phil describes their parent teacher conferences, teachers “sass us to our faces” 5:55 Dan’s half mouth teacher imitation we’ve seen in skits. I’m not sure why, but it bothers me a bit. 6:25 “First name basis” Dan dance “Watch out”- Phil 7:47 “I turn around and go damn, he really fills out those trousers.”- Daniel Howell 8:00 Hugo is “too stuffy”- Phil “I’m not into that”- Dan 8:13 “A wet book.” Okay Phil. (Books smell great I’m unstanning) 8:23 Phil clarifies the husband wasn’t killed by kangaroos.

8:35 James Corden singing with Harry Styles in the car reference. (Actually worth watching imo.) 9:22 Dan being disturbed by the father daughter talk in the car sounding like a sex talk. “That sounds like something else.” “Oh god, where’s this going?” 9:48 If I was Dan’s grandma following him on Twitter and watching his videos, I would be concerned by a lot more than just his language. (But they seem to be very close and he probably explained his humor to her long ago.) 10:40 “Is it a meme?”- Phil “Probably, a super ironic meme.”- Dan

11:25 “We know what a mall is.”- Phil 11:30 Dan remembers being shouted at for loitering 11:40 “Heck.”- a quiet and amused Dan 11:44 “Always go for Chinese.”- Dan 11:46 “Oh my god mall Chinese food is the best.”- Phil 12:00 “They have a great bond! Talk about your problems Amanda!”- Dan reacting to Dilddy and Amanda’s food humor 12:33 Their reaction to Phil having predicted the memes convo. 12:57 Dan’s Memeing of Life video reference. 13:06 Phil “lets” Dan say the swear word. Transitions into “dat boy” reference. 13:26 Dan’s over reaction to anti-establishment/capitalism rant, Phil practically rolling his eyes 13:43 “Okay, this is like, stop trying so hard to prove how cool and critical your opinions are, Brah. God. Jesus.”- Dan

14:30 Blue raspberry slushies are dangerous 14:40 Dan would have cried about MCR merch being ruined 14:48 And would still wear it 15:05 Yeah, Dan we all know what it’s trying to parody. 15:10 Both of them would rather go to Bed, Bath & Beyond (domestic <3) 15:23 “Don’t think that way Dilddy, you’re valid.”- Dan

15:35 “Guess the name. Vincent.”- Dan “Dracula.”- Phil “Just straight up Dracula.”- Dan cracking up 16:05 Dan is highly amused by “Edwardian dressage” 16:10 Phil looks done, admits “I’m not sure I’m going to date this one.” 16:28 “Not carrier pigeon? Wow, this guy is not carrying it through.”- Dan 16:30 Phil is liking his nail varnish 16:40 “All I know is that he’s way too high maintenance for me and I’m noping out of there.”- Dan (I like how in this case both Dan and Phil seem to be speaking as themselves not wanting to date Damien, not speaking about what’s right for Dilddy) 17:30 They are both “intrigued, but not at all interested.”

17:44 D&P would watch “Long Haul Paranormal Ice Road Ghost Truckers” 18:26 “Hop on the Reddits and down vote some comments.”- Dan 18:38 “Wow, productive day for Dilddy there, not.”- wow Dan 18:46 When did Dan start with the snorting? I feel like this is a somewhat recent development. 19:09 Furniture assembling is all about interpretation 19:16 “Dilddy continues to be the most relatable character ever.”- Seriously Dan, hush, you have no room to talk. 19:22 A few seconds later: “Yeah, its honest”

20:07 “They’ve got some punch going on, wieners, chairs, plants and lots of cakes. This is a damn good cookout if you ask me.”- Dan 20:25 Dan thinks Joesph sounds like Viktor from Yuri on Ice. 20:52 “Ohh, okay, can’t be a home wrecker then.”- Dan 21:19 “Wow Mary.”- Phil, dragging her 20:20 “I *love* her, literal goals.”- Dan 21:33 “All the guys!”- Dan doing a weird arm flap thing “Ohhh, there’s more guys”- Phil

21:40 Dan loosing total composure over Robert. 21:45 Rugged (edgy) vs rustic (like Amish, ok Dan) 21:50 “Why does he need the whisky, what does he want to do with the eyes? Fuck!“- Dan 22:00 Phil predicts that Dilddy and Robert are not going to get along 22:15 “He’s a bundle of laughs.”- Phil no likee, Dan likee very much

22:40 Phil’s whiny dad voice is a marvel 22:46 “Pleasantries!”- both 22:58 “Wow Amanda.”- Phil 23:06 “It’s Mat! He’s my fave!”- Phil 23:10 “What a cool guy and mysterious.”- Dan about Robert 23:14 “Boo.”- Dan at Brian, mumbles something about dog 23:18 “Edwardian!”- Dan about Damien 23:21 “Hella awkward.”- Dan about Hugo 23:28 “What a coincidence!” (that all the dads live on their cul-de-sac) 23:40 “Mysterious stranger and guy that was too boastful, that doesn’t seem like a good combination, I do want to get to know the mysterious guy more, but I kinda want to avoid Brian.”- Gee Dan, we can tell. 23:51 “Teacher- awkward, Mat- nice, Craig”- Dan, “We like Craig”- Phil

24:02 Look at that diverse group of hot dads! 24:08 “He needs help. Let’s go rescue Craig, that’s definitely what this is.”- Dan 24:16 “Oh my god, Hugo. Stop.”- Phil looking pained 24:36 “Like a Labrador.”- Dan (second Labrador mention this week) 24:44 Craig calls River “little bro” so Dan uses male pronoun only to find out seconds later River is a girl. “Poor baby.” 25:02 Hand quotes abound 25:11 Dan whispers “What the fuck does that mean?” He really wants to know the details of their college relationship 25:20 Daniel James Howell burnt pasta because he didn’t know he had to put water in it. Shame him.

25:50 Dan tells Phil to make Mat’s daughter sound a bit more cool 25:55 “Coot!” “Coot!” 26:00 “Mat is just too cute��- Dan (I thought for sure he was going to say too cool) 26:02 “Dreamboat”- Phil (Dan seems a bit surprised by Phil’s sudden statement) 26:06 “Delet”- Dan who is being slowly won over 26:20 Carmensita is such “an amazingly cool name” 26:23 “Fuck off Daisy. No one likes you Daisy.”- I swear to god, pausing during Dan’s outbursts reveal the best Phil faces 27:03 “Smoooking”- Dan lip shake thing 27:18 Can anyone make out what Dan says about Craig and Mat here? “There’s a… those two.”?

27:40 “Wow. Incredible.”- D “What a delinquent.”- P “Seriously.”- D 27:48 “I mean if you give him a name like Ernest he’s gonna rebel.”- Dan 27:53 “Shout out to any Ernests watching.”- Phil 28:10 Props to Phil for his moody teenage boy voice 28:20 “Woah, edge detected!”- Dan 28:28 What the heck was that Dan? 28:55 Dan thinks Dilddy is cool for not being pretentious 28:56 Dan would be friends with someone who says they’re “cool as a cucumber” 29:58 “From my experience, the moment you stop living with your parents you suddenly are like ‘I love my family!’ but maybe that’s just because you’re used to there being food in the house, and not having to do your own laundry.”- okay Dan, don’t ruin a nice thing. 30:40 “Diddly P!”

30:45 Phil asks Dan if he’s liking Damien’s aesthetic, Dan: “no”. 32:00 Damien Bloodmarch “too much” 32:20 “Wow. Smooth. He’s definitely a vampire.”- Phil 32:30 “Hello Amanda.”- in unison “We should do it at the same time.”- you just did Dan 32:53 “Can we all be Mary?”- Dan (with her wine goals) 33:37 Dan bangs the desk “Everything’s connected!” (Lucien and Damien) 33:45 “Fight! Fight! Fight!”- Dan 34:18 “Joesph is so wholesome, when he isn’t passively aggressively correcting his wife. It’s a facade”- Dan 34:30 “Edge detected!”- Dan 35:03 “The Satan number.”- Phil

35:47 “The Game of Thrones.”- Phil “Yeah sure, it better be”- Dan 35:55 Just going to call him Diddly 37:30 “Wow. I kind of like this. It’s like me, just constant, like joking, then double joking, then triple joking and then everyone’s like ‘wow, do you have a personality or are you just hiding it until layers of humor as a defense mechanism?’”- Dan (wow that went deep) 37:45 “It’s okay Dan.”- Phil, “I’m just kidding.”- Dan 39:39 “Ginger representation.”- Dan (not sure what that has to do with anything but they’re warming up to Brian 40:40 Phil loves the puns, Dan wants them to stop. Clearly Phil was meant to be the dad.

43:03 Dan is into the cauliflower, he will eat the cauliflower, he’s just putting that out there (he also put out a negative opinion on cucumbers not long ago I believe. What does it mean?) 44:00 Wine and Dine Mastermind sounds like something they’d watch 44:33 “Kiddo” reminds Dan of Sans 44:50 “Definitely” earned that ice cream sandwich 45:07 Dan helping Phil with assuaging and exacerbating 45:45 Phil’s dad performance kills me from here on 46:16 “Don’t complain about the attitude. If you want to be protective stick to the issue. So you could say I have a right to be concerned but is that a bit entitled?”- Dan, “I think just like I was scared.”- Phil “It shows vulnerability. That’s how to do it.”- Dan (very wise, what good dads, now good luck keeping a level head when you are actually upset) 46:46 “Say sorry Amanda.”- Phil 46:56 Paused here, D&P’s facial and body language accurately reflect how I feel about what Phil just said about his bedroom. Both their eyes move away from each other and they look tired.

47:22 Phil’s least favorite is Hugo, “He’s so stuffy. I mean intelligence can be attractive but I think when he’s just uhbuhburhburhbuhbahbah”- how’d that go again Phil?

47:30 “He’s got that walrus mustache.”- Dan

47:36 Phil is liking Mat: made banana bread, funny, sensitive and Craig: friend from college, quite funny, and doesn’t really fit in with the snarffle snarffle something

47:47 Dan likes the tall dark mysterious stranger (“Really?” asks Phil surprised, like it wasn’t obvious) cracking inappropriate jokes is literally himself, thinks the darkness might be a pretense and that he could be really soft and vulnerable on the inside “WHO KNOWS?!” Hmmm.

#dapgames #dnp games #dnp timestamps #dan and phil #phan

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milkyytae · 7 years

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Bad Luck~Part 1

(gif isn’t mine credit to owner)

Hey there, here is part 1 of my new story and I love it :D

ENJOY THIS MASTERPIECE PEOPLE!

sorry I’m getting a bit too full of myself :’)

-3 029 words

smut

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Genre: High school AU

prologue, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 , part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13[final]

~You do something stupid at party~

One day Hoseok invited you as his plus one to a party. You were slightly introverted and didn’t have that many friends unlike hobi. You arrived in front of the frat house with Hoseok and you could already hear the music booming across the street. Your stomach clenched and you were nervous because you were socially awkward, and to be honest you didn’t really want to go out tonight but Hobi forced you. You weren’t going out anymore since your parents had started to have fights, sometimes you would hear them screaming at each other to the top of their lungs and for some reason you thought everything was your fault. Now you were at the party and it was too late to turn back. Hobi felt that you were anxious and took you by the arm as you both entered the house.

Everything was going well, you two were dancing and downing a few shots, sometimes people would stop by to say hi to Hoseok and you interacted with them at your best, being your awkward self. At one point Hoseok had left you by yourself, it had now been a long time since he left you and you guessed that he had gone to have fun with a random girl. You didn’t mind much since you were quite drunk now, but you still felt a bit salty about it. Of course it wasn’t the first time it happened, almost every time you two went out he would leave you to go fuck, but he would only do it when you were drunk since you became more comfortable around people then. You were having your own fun and someone tapped you gently on the shoulder. You jumped around in surprise and almost fell but a firm grip caught you before you hit the ground. You looked up from the veiny hands on your waist and your eyes met with Yoongi. He grinned down at you and pulled you back up into a normal standing position.

“Having fun I see?” he snickered as he glanced at the empty shot glasses next to you. You didn’t answer his question, the alcohol was making you feel bold, and you were once again your drunk extroverted and sassy self.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He looked surprised by your reaction and laughed softly.

“I was invited you see.” He answered in the same tone of voice as you. But that wasn’t what you wanted to know, you wanted to know why he was talking to you out of all people.

“NOOOO, REALLY? Thank goodness you told me because I seriously had no idea!” you mocked, did he really think you were that stupid? “I meant why the heck are you talking to me?”

He looked perplexed by your question and you were starting to wonder if you were both having the same conversation. His expressions changed drastically and he gave you a smug grin.

“I came to see you because I wanted to.” He took a step forward and murmured in your ear, “I have to admit that that dress of yours drew my attention..” You looked down at your dress, it was a short flowy red dress that revealed just the right amount of skin, you were proud about your outfit choice, you had completely forgotten what you were wearing before now. You were drunk but Yoongi was too close at your taste so you pushed him away, he didn’t say anything as he took a step back respecting your space. He grinned at you and looked at you from head to toe, if you weren’t high on vodka you would feel uneasy but right now it was turning you on. He was surely on of the hottest guys you had ever laid your eyes on, you found yourself wondering how many girls he had slept with. Then your rational self got rid of the idea of fucking him, you didn’t want to become one of the whores anyone could fuck whenever and wherever they want. “So what are you doing here? Who invited you?” he asked tipping his head to the side as he looked straight through your eyes.

“I was invited by a friend, Hoseok.” As the name Hoseok left your mouth the look on Yoongi’s face suddenly shifted to aberration.

“Wait do you really know Hoseok?” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, why do you know him too?”

“He’s a good friend of mine.” He flashed you a gorgeous gummy smile at those words and you felt your heart melt. But then you came back to your senses, you had never heard of Yoongi before and apparently he was Hoseok’s friend. Then again he did have a lot of friends and you were pretty sure you hadn’t heard about every single one of them.

“As a matter of fact he’s actually my best friend.”

“How is it that he has never mentioned someone as hot as you?” he smirked. His attention made you smile. You didn’t usually get much attention from boys since you didn’t go out much and you simply weren’t interested in fucking around but having Yoongi’s hungry stare eyeing you from head to toe did wonders for your ego and you wondered why you didn’t go out like this more often. He was slowly getting closer to you during your conversation and you were waiting to see how far he was ready to go. You felt excitement pulse through your veins at this new experience. He was now inches away from you and could smell his cologne, and whenever he spoke the sweet scent of alcohol reached your nose and all you wanted to do was grab him and touch him but you restrained yourself trying your best to behave. He touched your waist and you knew you were fucked. He started to close the space between you and you didn’t move a muscle, you wanted to see if he would have the guts to kiss you, or if he would back away. He didn’t his lips hit yours and you sunk into his touch. Your hands found his chest and slid up to his neck pushing him into a deeper kiss. You were surprised by your own actions, the effect alcohol on you was spectacular you were no more your shy, and introverted self, you had become bold and daring, and you liked that. He whispered with a smirk “Why don’t we take this upstairs?”. His raspy voice turned you on and you couldn’t refuse. He lead you through the crowded room and took you into an empty room that appeared to be someone’s bedroom. He closed the door and roughly pushed you against it pinning your hands above your head. He attacked your neck and bit at it roughly before liking the sore spot and starting over, his constant motions sent a tingling feeling down your spine. Your breathing was becoming heavy as you were eager for his touch. His free hand roamed around your body. Slowly it found it’s way to your breast, that he started to softly massaged and your nipples were hardening by the second. You rubbed your legs together to get some relief as you couldn’t lay your hands on him. He saw that and stopped you by putting his leg in between them grinning at you. You looked at him unimpressed and started to rub yourself up and down his thigh while staring at him straight in the eyes and you licked your lips as you did so just to see the look on face crumble. His pupils dilated and you tell you were turning him on. You continued and you started to moan softly the friction of his jeans against your pussy felt better than you expected. You threw your head back, his thigh felt so good between your legs. He was looking at you intently but then he grabbed you by the shoulders and threw you onto the bed. You laughed at how needy he was and looked at him with lust. You wanted him. He climbed on top of you and grunted when he felt your hand grab his cock over his trousers. Yes, you dared to do that, the alcohol truly made you a different person and you loved it. You could feel how hard he was and that excited you. He took your hand away and snapped at you “On your knees..” You did as you were told and you slid out from under him, and he gazed at you unbuckling his belt in a hurry. When you pulled his jeans down his dick was already throbbing ready for you to take it in. You approached your lips slowly and licked the tip softly. “Don’t tease” he grumbled. You looked at him in amusement as you grabbed his length and put your lips around it. You swirled your tongue around his tip licking off the precum and started bobbing your head up and down. “Fuck” he groaned as he grabbed your hair. You loved the feeling of his hard cock in your mouth and you moaned against his dick sending shivers down his body and getting him to jerk. “Do you like my cock you nasty girl?” you couldn’t answer but you hummed making him push your head further down his length. You gagged but kept it in your mouth.Your lips were swollen and started to hurt but you couldn’t stop, not when you were getting these types of reactions from him. You let one of your hands wander around and grope his balls softly. He grunted once again, he was more vocal than you expected and every grunt he would let escape made your core damper. He started to shudder and you could feel he was already close to coming. He felt it too and pulled you off his cock, and muttered “Your turn..”.

He lifted you up from off the ground and pushed you onto the bed and glided down in between your legs as his spread them open. “Fuck you’re already soaking wet..” he gasped.

You chuckled at his remark, “Hurry up then.”.

He swiftly pulled your panties down leaving your cunt on full display. The look on his face told you his was trying to control himself at the sight laid before his eyes. He trailed a few kisses along your soft thighs, but it wasn’t long till he started to lick your juices his tongue sliding up and down your folds. You bit back a moan as you finally felt his touch. The noise of your juices being turned around with his tongue was like music to your ears. Suddenly you felt his warm thumb pressed against your clit, and he started to play with it while you arched your back. You had never done anything like this with a stranger, but now that you were you were regretting not doing it any sooner. He continued licking your now soaking wet core, he was looking straight at you and your eyes locked. He was intimidating but you couldn’t turn your gaze away, he looked stunning. His lips were bruised and his hair was sticking to his forehead, he then proceeded to slide two of his fingers in without warning and you moaned. He chuckled “You took my fingers in so well, you’re so wet..” Your walls clenched around his fingers as you searched for release. He started pumping his fingers in and out of you and his tongue played with your clit. He curled up his fingers and hit your g-spot you gasped and he knew he had hit the right spot, and started to hit it harder and harder. You started to tremble, and you grabbed his hair as you started rocking your hips into his fingers. You didn’t care about your actions all you wanted was to come, you were so close. As he hit the spot one last time you felt yourself reach your breaking point, the waves of pleasure came crashing down on you as you screamed and moaned. The tingling feeling of electricity starting in the pit of your cunt spread through your body and exploded in your mind. All that mattered was the pleasure Yoongi was giving you, his fingers now slowing down. My breathing sped down and I knew it was over. His head popped out from between your legs and he gave you a smile as he got up and went to the bathroom “Wait here..” he muttered. While he was gone you realized what had just happened, you were starting to sober up and you knew you couldn’t let anything else happen. You had to get out of here. You got up and pulled your underwear up, you headed for the door but before you could get out you heard Yoongi call out “Hey where are you going?”

You sighed you were trying to avoid this situation but now you didn’t have an other choice than to answer. “I’m leaving, sorry Yoongi.” and with that you left closing the door firmly behind you.

You went down the stairs, you couldn’t believe what had just happened. You had just sucked off Yoongi, Yoongi out of all people, you just had to choose him. You wondered how you found the boldness to just leave him there, he was clearly ready to fuck you and judging by the look on his face he wasn’t that happy about you giving him blue balls. When you came down Hoseok rushed into you : “Where were you? I’ve been looking for you all over!”

You didn’t know how to tell him you had just done. You looked down at your feet thinking of something to say but he cut you off in your thoughts “Did you just have some fun with someone upstairs?” he questioned with a rather suggestive grin.

You laughed it off even though you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, “Yes..”

“With whom???” he was clearly excited by the news, it wasn’t like you to do stuff like this and he had been pushing you to step out of your boundaries and to have fun, so now that you finally did he was all over the place.

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern hobi..” you chuckled, you didn’t want to tell him you almost slept with Yoongi, especially since it turned out he was one of his friends.

He stopped insisting since he knew you wouldn’t answer any of his questions and just pouted. You told him you were leaving, you didn’t want to confront Yoongi when he came back down. He told you he would see you on monday and joked about you being late again. You left and walked home.

It was monday, you had a hard time recovering from the hangover yesterday and you had slept all day. You tried not thinking about what had happened saturday night.

Your first course was science, you were happy it wasn’t history which was the course you shared with Yoongi. When you entered the classroom, you sat in the middle row by yourself while other students were coming in, you started taking your things out. The classroom was already full a part from the seat next to you, and you were fine with that. It meant you wouldn’t have to socialize too much. You were sitting their quietly waiting for the teacher to come in, while others were chatting loudly with each other, you listened to their conversations and chuckled a bit when a girl realized that she had took someone else’s bag. Everything was going well until you heard a thud next to you. You turned your head, and in front of you was the person you were wishing to avoid, Yoongi. He looked at you and cocked his head when he saw you discompose seeing him sat next to you, “What’s the matter?” he smirked. He knew what was the matter you could tell by his smug attitude, that you wanted to slap off of his face. He knew very well you were embarrassed by what had happened. You didn’t answer his question and ignored him in the hopes he would leave you alone. He didn’t.

The teacher walked in, and started his lesson. You could feel Yoongi’s stare the whole time. He would sometimes look away to scribble stuff on his notebook, but he would keep on turning around with a wide conceited smile. You still tried to ignore him, but sometimes you couldn’t help yourself from looking his way while he was writing, but he would catch you and look at you teasingly, and you would blush and look back down at your paper pretending nothing had happened. You couldn’t believe it, you seriously didn’t have any luck, you just had to be next to him. What were the odds of him having science with you? It was like god hated you or something, maybe you were cursed for some stupid reason, or maybe you were just really, really unlucky.

At one point the teacher started mentioning him giving you projects to work on. Group projects. You didn’t really mind until he said he would assign the groups. He started saying who he had picked to work together and you could feel your sweat running down your back, anyone but him, anyone but him you prayed.

“Y/N and…” he was looking across the class searching for the person he was going to choose, and your heart raced. “Yoongi! You will both work together.”

That was it, the theory was confirmed you were cursed by some kind of crazy witch that hated you. You swore under your breath and Yoongi leaned towards you and muttered only inches away from you, “Looks like we’re going to have fun together…”

The bell rang, thank goodness you thought. You packed up your stuff and rushed out of the classroom. You had begun to like that teacher, but now you had to work with Yoongi you absolutely hated him. How could he do this to you? You knew it wasn’t his fault but you had to find someone to blame.

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