Your daughter and Bucky stood awkwardly in your apartment’s living room as you finished getting ready for your date.
Yesterday afternoon, you had been in such a hurry at the grocery store that you bumped into Bucky’s cart at the end of the pasta aisle. After a lot of blushing and charming smiles, you had confidently asked for his number. For someone who had been such a lady charmer in the 1940s, Bucky was flustered by your boldness. The connection was instant though, and you had both decided to go on your first date tonight.
Summary: After the events ofPart one , Y/N and Peter hang out at the Avengers’ party.
A/N: You don’t need to read
Part one for this to make sense, but you should because the first part is way better.
had been two weeks since you climbed through the window at Peter
Parker’s apartment, and it was finally the day of your dad’s big party. You weren’t very excited for the party, but it was the first time somebody your age was going to come, so it was worth it.
You put on some sparkly black jeans, and your least casual Tee shirt. That was the best your dad was going to get.
You decided to hang out in your room for a while, and be fashionably late.
When you left your room you decided to go find your Father first.
You nearly bumped into at least five people, but you eventually found him sitting down with the rest of the team.
“Y/N!’” They all greeted you. You didn’t know why; but the team really liked you.
“Sup?” You jumped over the side of the couch and sat down next to Natasha and Steve.
know what?” You raised an eyebrow at Natasha’s words as she smirked, “I
think I just saw Peter Parker,” She wiggled her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, but you were just waiting for a chance to go and see him.
“Oh just go!”
You laughed and nodded appreciatively.
You really liked Peter, though you had only met him once. You
thought he was cute, and seemed nice enough. He also had a lot of the
same interests as you, so you had something to talk about.
“Yo Parker!” You said once you had spotted him.
“Oh, Y/N, h-hi,” He smiled awkwardly. You looked you up and down before making the decision to compliment your outfit. You
smiled and thanked him, asking him if he wanted to try one of the
appetizers, then following with; “Good, they’re disgusting.”
you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. You turned around quickly
and acted on your instincts, that just happened to be punching them in
“Oh. My. God.” You said when you turned around and saw your dad’s face. “Sorry!”
“It’s okay,” He strained out as he leaned forward like he was going to throw up. Once he had recovered slightly he cleared his throat,
“So, what are you kids talking about?”
“You.” You joked.
“No, not really!”
okay, well. See you later then.” He was about five feet away when he
turned back around, “And if I come back again, please don’t try to
You giggled and waved him off.
“So, you like going through people’s windows and spying on them?” Peter joked, taking a sip of his punch.
“When I’m bored,”
He smiled and looked at you, for a moment he was lost in your gorgeous Y/E/C eyes.
You waved your hand in front of his face, “Dude, You alive?”
“Oh, yeah, yeah, sorry.”
You caught a look of the person behind Peter, and it was Sam. He winked at you and gave you a thumbs up. You made eyes at him and motioned for him to go away.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Peter turned his head to the side.
“Yeah, it was just a… bug.”
“Hey. There’s this restaurant, across the street. There aren’t any crazy superheros following you around.. Uh, do you wanna go?”
“Okay!” Peter said, maybe a bit to excitedly.
You gave Sam a cheeky grin before grabbing Peter’s hand and pulling him out the door.
A/N: Dialogue is in Italics, Text Messages are in Bold. Let me know if you want me to continue the story.
-Y/N, I need you to work tonight. Misty is still pretty sick so she can’t come in. I know it’s your day off, but we need you.
Ending the voicemail from your boss, Cal, you threw your phone on the floor. You had planned on going to the beach with your friends, not working. It was supposed to be your first day off in nearly three weeks. Cal knew you needed the money, but you were beginning to feel like he was taking advantage of you. Scheduling you every night, even though he had six other bartenders.
-Hey, Leah, it’s Y/N. I can’t make it tonight. Cal needs me to come in
-What!? Y/N, we’ve been planning this trip for weeks!
-I know, I’m just as mad as you. I am honestly debating looking for a new job. I’m sick of this shit.
You hung up with your best friend so you could get ready for work. The dress code at Club Escalate was literally “slutty-chic”. It said so in the handbook.
Picking out a pair of red leather short shorts, a cropped white tank top, black lace bra, and black Converse sneakers, you threw your long pin-straight brown hair into a ponytail, slapped on some mascara and red lipstick, and locked up the apartment.
Obnoxious pop music blared from the speakers as you walked in through the club from the back entrance.
-Y/N! So glad you could cover tonight! Cal shouted.
You rolled your eyes, tying an apron behind your back. Walking up to the bar you saw you only had one customer, who was already sipping a cocktail. Jennifer propped her elbows on the counter beside you.
-It’s been so dead, dude. I have literally had 6 people my whole shift.
Your shoulders sagged. This was going to be a long ass shift…
You were four hours into your shift and only had two people come in. Finally, at 1:46am, a group of five people came in. They sat at the bar and were all engrossed in conversations. Clearing your throat, you began my mandatory speech.
-Hey, boys. Welcome to Escalate. My name’s Y/N and I’ll be taking care of ya tonight. We’ve got $2 pitchers of domestic beer tonight as well as shots for $1.50.
A few guys just ordered waters and went to the pool tables. Two decided to stay at the bar. One was tall with short black hair and brown eyes. The other was just as tall with brown hair and bright blue eyes. He smiled at you.
-I’ll take a whiskey sour, gorgeous.
You returned the smile and made his drink.
-Nice to meet you, Jared. Do you come here often? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you.
He shook his head, making his hair fall in his face.
-No, we are just in town for the night. I’m actually in a band and we are on tour.
You made him a new drink and handed him a napkin.
-Well in that case, I would like your autograph. It might be worth something on eBay.
You winked at him. He laughed and scribbled on the paper. He put his phone number underneath his name. Looking up at him from the napkin, he winked back at you.
-I’ll be in town for a few nights. If you’d like, I would love to take you out.
Smiling, you walked away to the kitchen to get more glasses. When you returned to the bar, Jared and his friends were gone. There was a $100 bill on the counter. Their tab was only $14.38. As you picked up the money, your phone buzzed in your back pocket. It was Jared.
“Keep the change, beautiful. Can’t wait to see you again. PS your legs are fucking flawless”
Finally, 3am came around and you drove back to your apartment. You undressed and took a quick shower. The hot water hitting your muscles, loosening the tension. You stood there for several minutes, breathing in the steam, until the water began to cool. Settling into bed, your phone buzzed. It was Jared again.
“Hey, beautiful. Are you awake?”
You debated on replying. Ah fuck it, you thought.
“Yep. Just got in a little while ago.”
“So what would you like to do tomorrow?” You smiled at your phone.
“Where are you staying?”
“The Hilton. Why?”
“I’ll pick you up at 2pm. Wear comfy shoes.” You set your phone on your bedside table after turning it to silent. It didn’t take long until you fell asleep.
A clap of thunder shook your apartment, waking you up. You glanced at your phone.
11:13am. Fuck. There went your idea of taking Jared on a walk through Gingrich Woods. You grabbed your phone and typed a text.
“Hey, so thanks to the weather, my plan won’t work. Have any ideas for today?”
Not even a minute passed before your phone vibrated.
“Well, we could just hang out and watch movies or something if you’d like?”
You scoffed, writing your reply.
“Netflix and chill, huh? I see your intentions.”
Instantaneously, he responded.
“No no no. Okay, movie is a bad idea. How about we go shopping, get dinner, and then go to a concert tonight? I’ll still be ready at 2 unless you wanna go sooner.”
“I will get ready and be there ASAP. See you soon xoxo”
You threw your phone onto the table and ran into the bathroom to curl your hair. You pulled on a pair of skin-tight jeans, a sparkly gold tank top and a dark brown leather jacket, slipped on matching boots, and brushed your teeth. Once your makeup was on, you saw that it was already 1:51pm. You grabbed your purse, tossed your phone in it, grabbed your keys off the counter, and headed out the door to go pick up your date.
Jared was standing underneath the awning outside the hotel, watching for you. You never told him what kind of car you drove, so he didn’t know what to expect. You pulled your 1999 red Volkswagon Beetle up and honked. Sliding in, you softly punched his shoulder.
-Slug-bug red, no slugs back
-You cheater! He shouted, smiling. Once he was securely buckled, you pulled back onto the road in the direction of the mall.
You and Jared had been into almost every store. He insisted on buying you a gorgeous royal blue pair of heels. You used the extra money from his tip at the bar to buy him a brown leather jacket, which just so happened to be the men’s version of yours.
-So, where’d you like to go for dinner? You asked, driving out of the mall parking lot.
-Wherever you’d like. He was too easy going. You needed a challenge.
Smiling devilishly, you took him to your favorite Italian restaurant, Fabrizzio’s. You had worked here when you were 16 and fell in love with the shrimp linguine.
-Ooh we gotta get going! Jared spoke up after a fairly silent dinner. You protested as Jared paid the bill.
-This was my restaurant choice, you should have let me pay for it.
He gave you a warm smile.
-Y/N, believe it or not, but I practice chivalry. Especially on my first date with a stunning woman. Blushing, you looked at the ground. You felt Jared’s hand slip under your chin, lightly lifting your face back up. You looked into his eyes. You still were mesmerized by their piercing blue color.
Jared placed a soft kiss on your forehead. His hand slipped down your arm and held your hand, pulling you out the door to your car. His hand stayed in yours the entire ride to the venue.
You went to pull into the parking lot but Jared stopped you.
-Park in the back, Y/N. We can take this entrance.
You looked at him, confused.
Instead of replying, he just looked at you and smiled.
The two of you walked in. He whispered in the ear of one of the security guards, who let us through.
-Jared, we are backstage! Who is even playing tonight? They must be popular because it’s packed our there! You glanced over the crowd. Jared held your face between his hands.
-I will be right back, okay? Just stay right here.
He kissed your forehead again and slipped away through one of the doors. You stood side stage, watching a tech bang on the drums to make sure they were tuned. The crowd was chanting “Mars! Mars! Mars!”
Ten minutes passed and Jared still wasn’t back. You tried sending him a text but it wouldn’t go through. You didn’t have signal.
He ditched me… You thought. You felt your eyes start to fill with tears. Just as you were about to turn around and leave, Jared walked in with a couple of the guys from the bar from last night.
-Hey, I was starting to think you abandoned me You said with a laugh. Jared put his hand on your cheek.
-No, babe. I had to go get the guys. Sit tight, okay?
He started talking to one of the sound guys. You didn’t know what to think about more. The fact that he called you babe (swoon) or why he asked you to sit tight. While you were thinking, you didn’t even notice the fact that Jared and the other guys had gone on stage. The crowd went crazy, screaming. Your jaw dropped. Jared’s band was playing tonight.
The concert was incredible. There wasn’t one fan out there that was not singing along. Jared had an incredible voice. You were so mesmerized by it, you didn’t even pay attention to the end of the show. The guys walked off stage and Jared came straight to you.
-Hey, I am going to take a quick shower and then we can go, okay? You smiled hugely and nodded.
After a few minutes, Jared came out of the dressing room, wearing a white v-neck tshirt, black jeans, and brown boots. He walked up to you, putting his arm around.
-For what? You asked. You weren’t aware there was more date night ahead of you.
-Well if you want, we can go to either your place or mine. Disregarding the ‘Netflix and Chill’ stereotype, I actually want to watch a movie with you.
Smiling, you nodded, leading him to your car.
-I have a pair of pajama pants that you can wear so you’re comfy, you offered. Jared smiled warmly as you tossed him a pair of Hello Kitty pants. He went to the bathroom to change and returned in the pants, with no shirt on. You had to keep yourself from staring at his toned body. After changing into a cami and shorts, you cuddled up next to Jared on your bed, turning the TV on. He was forcing you to watch American Horror Story since you’ve never seen an episode. Trying to focus on the screen, you kept glancing at Jared, who hadn’t taken his eyes off you.
-You’re missing the show you told him, finally meeting his eyes. He smiled.
-I’ve seen this one already. You nodded, smiling disapprovingly.
Y/N had the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen. You couldn’t stop looking into them, even when you were supposed to be watching TV with her. You couldn’t take this anymore. You needed your lips on her body. You slid your hand against her neck and pulled her closer to you, pressing your mouth to hers. She didn’t object, placing her hands on your chest. She tickled her tongue against your bottom lip. You immediately opened your mouth, invited her in. Her arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. Tossing the blanket to the side, you crawled on top of her, trailing kisses along her jaw, along her neck, your hands sliding up her sides. Her breath started to deepen. You looked up at her. She had her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed.
-Baby, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to
-Shut up, Jared, she said breathlessly. You pressed your lips onto her collarbone, smiling into her skin.
Five minutes later, both of you were nearly undressed. Y/N was down to only her panties. You had your boxers on. You kissed down her torso, reaching her panties. You kissed her core from the outside, her breath catching. Her fingers found your hair as you pushed her panties down her legs. Kissing and nibbling her thighs, you wanted to drive her crazy before giving her pleasure.
-Please, Jared. Please fuck me, she moaned.
-In due time, baby. You slid your tongue from the bottom of her heat to her throbbing clit. A moan left her lips, her fingers grasped the sheets. You circled your tongue on her, gently sucking. Slowly, you inserted one finger into her, pulsing and sucking in the same rhythm. You felt her squirm under your mouth. With your hand that wasn’t inside of her, you reached up to play with her nipples. This pushed her over the edge. You felt her back arch as she screamed your name, releasing all over your face. You licked her clean and kissed back up her body. She grabbed your face and kissed you deeply, almost hungrily.
-Someone is eager, you whispered.
-Just fuck me, Jared. Her blunt words nearly made you cum right then and there. You pulled your boxers down and lined yourself up to her entrance. Her eyes met yours, signalling that she was ready. You pressed in, filling her completely until you were enveloped. Thrusting, your pace quickened, as did Y/N’s moans. Her nails dug into your back. You grabbed ahold of her ankles and held them in front of you for deeper access. You could tell you were hitting her sweet spot when her moans turned into screams. She bit her lip in ecstasy and moaned your name as she finished a second time. You followed her right after, pouring your seed into her. Breathless, you collapsed next to her. Neither of you could hardly move, but you managed to pull her against your chest.
- his voice bc its so soft n nice and gentle during acoustic songs but his vocals could get so STRONG and high and low and his vocal range is broader than the horizon
- HIS HAIR bc it’s literally golden like the sU n and its so fluffy like the clouds and its so curly and drapes across his forehead so pretty :^)))
- his eyEs oh my gdo dont get me started theyre so blue and deep and one is a different shade of blue than the other and when hes onstage and the light shines on him they look like the damn SKY BECAUSE HE IS THE SKY
- i love his sense of humor bc he thinks hes funny like a fuckin dad would and his puns are the worst like hawaiiatus and inflatable and hes so stupidjfjf i love him and hes also so fuckin weird like. i cant even explain his mind is just. WHY? in the best way
- how he stopped giving a fuck. he’s so much more confident in himself now, he walks around video diaries shirtless which he wouldn’t do a year and a half ago, he wears shiny and sparkly boots and womens jeans and even eyeliner and nail polish sometimes and i strive to become as confident yet as humble as he is
- he’s the sweetest person ever. why do you think i wanna meet him so bad? every fan story with him is the cutest thing in the world like ive heard he hugs you so tight and really listens to you and makes you feel like you and him are the only people there and god i wanna feel that so bad. he loves us so much and you can tell because of the happiness radiating off him when he’s on stage
- and i love his stage persona. he always gets so happy and hype like hell lean down during permanent vacation and laugh with fans while counting and hell do little dances to make people smile but then he gets SO HYPE i call him the energizer bunny bc he jumps around so much and flips his floppy hair and i remember two years ago when he wouldn’t even leave his mic sometimes and now hes jumpin around everywhere and getting everyone hype and making sure they have the best time with his lil talks and speeches
- his freckles all across his nose theyre so cute its even more proof hes made up of a million little stars and everything from space !!! and i really hope he knows how beautiful he is tbh everyone feels insecure but like i hope when he does he knows how extraordinary he is inside and out
- i love the songs he wrote, especially with calum, and especially disconnected. he’s got a way with words that you wouldn’t expect under his dorky and awkward exterior but his mind is just so beautiful and the lyrics in that song are so beautiful and the way he sings it. gOd it’s like his voice was made for that song i hope it never dies
- his way to keep me going even when i dont want to. he’s the one thing pushing me through everything and making me feel motivated to make something of my life, not soon but now. he makes me smile when i don’t want to and because of him im never alone and i cant thank him enough for this..i love him so fucking much
Authors note: Something to get me out of my life rut. Companion piece to Fresh Dirt. Got way longer than expected.
“Unky Dee! Unky Dee! Wake up!” Someone was shoving his shoulder as Dean rolled over to look at his clock. Seven am.
“Char, it’s seven. And Saturday. Why are you up so early?” She pouted, crossing her arms in the most adorable way.
“It’s my Unky Dee weekend. Mommy and daddy are on vacation. We get the whole weekend together and you told me that we could go to the gardens and the park today.” Dean sat up, rubbing his eyes.
“Why seven am?” She frowned, hands on her hips just like her mother.
“You told me you would make me Mickey pancakes.” Dean smiled.
“That’s right monkey. I did tell you that. Come on.” He scooped her up as he stood. “Let’s go make Mickey pancakes.” Charlie was the perfect little helper, and when Dean flipped her Mickey Mouse pancake over she squealed in delight, so excited she accidentally rested a hand on the hot griddle to get a closer look. She screamed loud enough to cause Dean to drop the spatula.
“Charlie! Are you okay?” He snatched her up, bouncing on the balls of his feet and smoothing her hair. “Here, let me see munchkin.” He pulled on her arm lightly until she let go of his neck, and examined her hand. “It’s just a little burned. You scared me kiddo. Come on.” He took her to the sink and ran cold water over it until her sniffles subsided and the skin was no longer an angry red.
“I’m sowwy I scared you Unky Dee. I just hurt my hand.” Tears welled up in her eyes again, and Dean hugged her close.
“It’s okay Char. Let’s just make that the only injury this weekend okay?” She nodded. “Remember,”
“No twips to the emergency room,” she recited. Dean smiled and sat her at the table.
“That’s right. Here’s your Mickey.” While she ate happily, Dean cooked himself a couple, drowning them in syrup. He laughed when he saw Charlie wrinkling her nose at the syrup.
“Syrup is sticky and gross, Unky Dee.”
“Well it’s not too bad, especially when you-” Dean cut himself off, not completing the sentence he had started. Charlie squinted at him, head tilted, and Dean responded by shoving a too big bite into his mouth.
“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should, Unky Dee,” Charlie said, causing Dean to almost choke.
“You sound just like your mother,” he managed to get out after a coughing fit.
“Well, mommy’s always right,” she said, grinning up at him. Dean chuckled.
“That she is.” He glanced down at her plate. “Look at you! You ate all of your Mickey! Good job monkey!” Charlie giggled. “You ready to get dressed?” She nodded, pushing herself from the table and climbing out of her chair.
“Can I wear my jeans and sparkly purple shirt with the mermaid on it?”
“You can wear anything you like. Last one to brush their teeth is a rotten egg!” He yelled, and Charlie shrieked in delight, her short legs running as fast as they could go to the bathroom. Dean chased after her, threatening tickles if he caught up. She shrieked again, making the turn into the bathroom.
“You’re a rotten egg Unky Dee!” She laughed when Dean finally got to the bathroom. He laughed with her and helped her brush her teeth, pulling out the step stool so she could reach the sink. Finally on the road, Dean popped in one of his favorite tapes, nearly driving off the road when Charlie sang along with the music.
“How do you know the words, monkey?” She looked at him in the rear view mirror, grin fading from her face.
“It’s one of your favorites. I hear it all the time. Did I do sumfin wrong?” Dean shook his head, glancing to the road again.
“No, monkey, nothing’s wrong. I’m just surprised, is all.” Charlie smiled again and went back to staring out the window, singing along to Stairway to Heaven.
It was a beautiful day, which meant the gardens were crowded. Charlie sat on Dean’s shoulders, looking at all the pretty flowers and bugs, until Dean heard her tummy growl.
“You ready for lunch?”
“Can we do burgers?” She asked, looking down at Dean.
“Of course we can. Let’s go.” After a burger and a shared milkshake and their favorite diner, Dean and Charlie were finally going to the brand new park Charlie had been dying to visit.
Dean managed to score a parking spot under a tree, and had barely unbuckled Charlie when she was off running to the slides. Dean let her go on her own; the park was designed for kids under the age of 16 and had that shredded-tire mulch to break falls. Dean sat, left ankle on right knee, arms draped over the back of the bench and he watched Charlie play and interact with the other kids.
“Which one’s yours?” He turned to find a beautiful woman standing next to the bench, hair tied up in a bun. She had on a white tank top and shorts, aviators covering her eyes and sandals on her feet. Dean sat up, removing his arm and gesturing for her to sit. He looked for Charlie, finding her brown curls on a seesaw.
“Brown curls, purple shirt.” The woman followed his gaze and smiled. “But she’s not mine. Niece,” he explained, seeing her confused face.
“She’s cute.” Dean smiled and nodded.
“She is. Yours?”
“Blonde, blue shirt.” The kid she mentioned just so happened to be the kid Charlie was playing on the seesaw with.
“He’s cute,” Dean said.
“Thanks, and he’s mine,” she added and they both laughed.
“Dean,” Dean said, sticking a hand out.
“Lindsey,” she replied.
“Cute name. Cuter owner,” he said. She blushed, brushing stray hairs behind her ears. They fell into easy conversation, talking about everything under the sun until Charlie came up with Lindsey’s boy, who was trying very hard not to cry.
“Unky Dee, Andrew has a splinter in his hand. Can you fix it?” Dean held his hand out, Andrew shyly placing his hand in it. The splinter was huge, partially sticking out but too shallow for Dean to grab with his fingers. He pulled out a leatherman, opening up the needle nose pliers.
“This may hurt, but I’ll do my best to make it quick okay Andrew?” Andrew nodded, looking at Charlie, who took his other hand in hers. Dean quickly pulled it out, and Lindsey was waiting with Neosporin and a bandaid.
“What do you say, Andrew?” Andrew looked shyly at Dean, smiling.
“Thank you Mr. Dean for fixing my hand.” Dean ruffled his hair.
“No problem, kid. Be safe, okay?” Andrew ran off, but Charlie stayed.
“Will you push me on the swing Unky Dee?” Dean picked her up and spun her around.
“Of course kiddo. Let’s go.” He turned to ask Lindsey if she’d like to go over with him, but she had gotten up and was leaving with Andrew. Dean wanted to call out to her or go over but Charlie was tugging him over to the swings and he lost his chance.
Dean pushed Charlie on the swings until she started to get droopy eyed, and he carried her back to the Impala. When he got there, there was a note stuck on the windshield. He got Charlie all buckled before he plucked the note from under the wiper.
“I’d like to see you again sometime if you’re up for it. Pretty sure Andrew likes Charlie, too :)” the note wasn’t signed, but there was a number at the bottom. Flipping it over, Dean smiled. “P.S. This is a beautiful car with a more beautiful owner.” He tucked the note in his pocket and climbed into the drivers seat. Charlie was knocked out before they got out of the parking lot, and stayed asleep as he carried her inside. Once he tried to put her in bed though, she woke.
“Can we watch tangled?” Dean laughed, walking back to the library.
“Sure. Let’s do it.” Five minutes into the movie, both were sound asleep, and that’s how Sam and (Y/N) found them the next morning, home early from vacation. Dean was on his back, left arm tucked under his head and the other around Charlie.
“He loves her,” (Y/N) said.
“She loves him,” Sam replied, noticing a piece of paper sticking out of his pocket. He carefully pulled it out, holding it so (Y/N) could read it too.
“Seems like they had a good day,” (Y/N) said, smiling at her brother-in-law and daughter.
“That it does,” Sam said, pulling a blanket over them.
Why does Todomatsu always wait til he and Karamatsu are at the fishing hole before he starts complaining about Karamatsu’s clothes?
These brothers are all joined at the hip; they must’ve left home together, where Karamatsu would’ve already been wearing the clothes having changed specifically to go out.
They could’ve been doing their own thing and agreed to meet a the fishing hole, but Karamatsu has no means of contacting Todomatsu. It’s unlikely that Todomatsu just disassociated so hard he genuinely did not notice until they got there, and it’s not in Karamatsu’s style to cover up and change into something later. He’s loud and proud about it.
Todomatsu appears to be the character who would dig his heels in and refuse to go until Karamatsu changed/allowed him to pick his clothes for him and yet he walked out of their house, all the way through the city to the fishing hole and spent an amount of time with him wearing the clothes he so hates.
Does Todomatsu actually not mind (or care) what Karamatsu wears and is just putting on a show for public appearance? (He’s the only one who pointed out his sparkly jeans in Episode 9)
Or is he experiencing his branded twisted mix of “I don’t like this but I don’t want to force anything onto you” emotional conflict?
Hard to say, but it’s always been a thing that’s made me wonder.
Taemin the type to replace the vodka in the bottle with water and watch his hyungs pretend to be drunk.
Taemin sat back, a shit-eating-grin on his face as he watched Onew throw Key to the ground who only kept complaining about wanting to go get some sparkly jeans he saw. Jonghyun was just laying there on the floor and Minho was casually sipping his drink with a dark look on his face.
He took threw back a shot before once more admiring his work. His cup with still full, barely touched, only for the sake of watching the others make a fool out of themselves. This was his revenge, and he was recording the whole damn thing.
They thought they could steal the beer he had been saving before and have a little party for themselves without him; with his beer. His beer was sacred. No one was allowed to touch his beer without verbal permission from him, and he had given no such thing to any of them. He had no doubt it was Minho that had found his stash so he wasn’t going to give him any mercy especially. Because they had even taken away his tequila shots, that was just unforgivable.
His grin grew when Jonghyun started balling his eyes out for no apparent reason. It was so entertaining to watch this, even better that it was being recorded. It was so much better.
“Hyungie,” Taemin said softly, stepping over Jonghyun’s body and ignoring his cries, as he went over to Minho and sat beside him. “How’s my favorite hyung doing?”
“I thought I was you favorite,” Jonghyun sobbed. Taemin shushed him and blew him a kiss before turning back to Minho.
“Hyungie needs a hug Taeminnie,” Minho said. Taemin grinned and squeezed him tightly, ignoring Minho’s groans and pleas to be released.
“Oh, there there my adorable little hyung. Let Taeminnie make everything better okay?”
He purposely hit Minho’s head roughly, supposedly “patting” it down. Minho winced and Taemin released him as a heap onto the floor beside Jonghyun. “Cuddle there with Fuckboy #2. You’re both going in your cages later anyway.”
He moved over to Onew who was now just face first on the floor with Key screaming under him to get off of him because he was heavy and he was ruining his happiness, or something along those lines. Taemin wasn’t completely sure what Key’s babbles were when he was like this. He pushed Onew off with his foot before moving Key some ways away, a little closer to Jonghyun and Minho.
“You’re all idiots.”
“That’s not nice! Kibummie’s gonna cry now,” Key whined.
“You can start crying after I upload this video to youtube,” Taemin said back, throwing a pillow at his face to keep him shut.
“What do you mean video?” Onew asked, immediately getting up from the floor, no signs of alcohol in his system. Taemin grinned at him.
“This is what you bitches get for taking my tequila shots. You’re all a bunch of dumbasses, pretending to be drunk with water,” Taemin replied. He shifted his gaze to Jonghyun and Minho who were already up and “sober” again. “You two get to your cages.”
While they trudged away, Taemin caught Key trying to sneak off. “Oh, Kibummie, I hope you know how to sleep with one eye open.”
He turned back to Onew who shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “And you, my dear, are going to get your thighs and wallet over to the liquor store and restock my stash. You’re the leader so you take responsibility for what they did.”
Taemin left to go get some food for Jonghyun. His puppy needed at least some care if he was going to be staying in the cage. Minho was going without dinner though.
A drabble with Hiccstrid where one of them knocks on the wrong door and meets the other for the first time?
My cute is broken. But I tried, anon. I tried and it was fun.
Lost Girls and Glitter
Astrid knocks on her professor’s door a second time, worrying that she got here too late. The syllabus says six, and she’s just dropping off an assignment before an excused absence so it’s not like he can tell her to leave for being barely on time, can he? Maybe he’s already gone, she’s absolutely screwed if he’s already gone, this lab report is worth a quarter of her grade. She knocks again, a little louder, bouncing between nervous feet in the empty hallway.