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pedriscroquettes · 9 months

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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 – PABLO GAVI

summary. you try to forget about your crush with a certain midfielder.

warnings. switch!gavi, reader likes someone else, kind of public s3x?, & ruining friendships.

a/n. making a series based on some of my fav bad gyal songs <3!! this one is based off santa maria.

the apartment was full of people you knew yet, you felt alone. parties that the boys invited you to always ended up like this. with you alone. every time you thought you’d crossed new boundaries with the guys you were proved wrong with the way they quickly abandoned you for their other friends. at first you didn’t mind you barely knew them anyways but it started to annoy you when you realized you had started to fancy one of them.

your feelings for ferran scared you. you weren’t even sure if you liked him or if you just thought you did because of all the guys he was the one who payed attention to you the most. maybe it was because your love language was affection and every time he placed his arm around you, you couldn’t help but blush. you kept your hopes up that he would one day read your mind and would feel the same way. instead he showed up one day with a girlfriend he had apparently been dating for over a year.

you felt stupid and you still did at the current moment watching them dance together at gavi’s birthday party. you felt like an idiot for thinking that ferran actually liked you. you realized you looked creepy just staring at them so you made your way to backyard.

every time you came to gavi’s house you were always blown away by the view the young midfielder woke up to. you always knew barcelona was a beautiful city but seeing all of it from gavi’s backyard always put it into perspective for you. you’re too entranced by your confusing feelings you don’t realize someone is making their way towards you. it’s not until you’re face to face with gavi that you wipe the tears you didn’t know had formed.

“whiskey?” he offered you the bottle in his head.

“do you even drink whiskey?” you scoffed before laughing at his antics.

“oh, absolutely not. but it was a gift and who am i to say no?” he explained. “are you okay?”

you look up at him and he’s already looking at you with a caring look. it’s probably the most you’ve interacted with him and you wonder why because he seems so sweet.

“yeah-yes. you?” you tried to pretend you were fine.

“well apart from the fact that i wish i was back home rather than here? yeah, i’m fine.” he sighs.

there’s a moment of silence between the two of you but it isn’t awkward. it’s quite comfortable as the two of you just stare at the view. or at least that’s what you think because you’re oblivious to the way he scans your face studying it.

“he’s an idiot you know?” he speaks up.

“who?” ferran. your brain already knows the answer.

“ferran. we may be friends but i don’t like the way he leads you on.” he answers.

“no, it’s my fault i’m an idiot for thinking that there might be something between us.” you groan.

“are you seriously blaming yourself right now?” he begins to raise his voice. “he’s treating you like property and you’re defending him.”

“i’m sorry, are you mad at me? we aren’t even close for you to be so upset about this.” you scoff at his words.

“so, i can’t look out for you because we’re not buddies? that’s so stupid.” he rolls his eyes.

he’s so dramatic.

“there’s a difference between looking out for me and being mean and right now you’re being mean.” you try your best to keep your voice down not wanting to alarm the partying inside.

“how am i being mean?” he scoffs.

“you’re yelling at me for no reason. you and i haven’t even talked alone the whole time we’ve known each other and somehow you think you know what’s best for me. why are you even here? it’s your birthday.” you yell at him.

the more you argue the more he guides you to the side of his apartment. you’re too focused on getting final say in this stupid argument you barely notice how much you’ve been walking away from him until your back hits the wall. you’re trapped between him and the wall. your breath hitches when you see the close proximity between the two of you.

“are you even listening to me?” he asks as he notices how you’ve disassociated to the conversation.

“why are you so concerned with me and ferran?” you ask him softly.

“i just-” he sighs. “you deserve better.”

“you think i don’t know that? every time i see them together it hurts and i know i should move on but i can’t.” you start crying. “i just wish i could forget him.”

the next couple of seconds are a blur but the kiss he gives you is tender and sweet. his brown eyes meet yours as he waits anxiously for your reaction. his shyness kicks in and he’s internally panicking for his actions. sure on the pitch he was some intense player that wasn’t afraid of tackling anyone but with you it was different. he had never been able to muster the confidence to speak to you but now with alcohol and anger in his system he didn’t care anymore.

“i can help you.” he whispers. “forget him.”

you look at him to see if he’s joking but he’s looking at you with such an intensity that only proves he’s not joking. you’re at a loss for words not knowing what to say or even knowing what just happened.

“that’d be mean though.” you let out softly. “i don’t want to use you.”

“i’m asking you though. i want you to use me.” he can feel his cheeks heating up.

once again you stare at him. you don’t know exactly what you’re trying to see in him maybe it’s reassurance or something else. meanwhile, gavi is praying that he didn’t just make a big fool of himself. you step closer to him analyzing his features, his brown eyes boring into yours. they were intoxicating and they were pulling you in.

you think it’s a bad idea but you kiss him anyways. the kiss is hesitant but his lips are tender and he kisses you with so much fervor. you break away from him for a split second before throwing all your morals out the window and leaning in again. this time he cups your jaw with his hands and the kiss is longer and wetter. it’s not long before you’re full on making out with your back against the side of his apartment.

his lips start trailing down your neck leaving wet kisses all over your collarbone. while your hands make their way into his hair tugging it whenever he started sucking on your sensitive skin. the music could be heard from down the street so you don’t even try to suppress your moans which gavi is thankful for. he hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re somehow screaming for him already. he won’t admit it but it definitely boosts his ego.

“gavi wait.” you plead.

“did i do something wrong? sorry, are you okay?” his eyes grow wide with worry.

“no, it’s not that.” you try to compose yourself. “will everything be back to normal if we do this?”

“i-” he starts thinking. “i don’t know but we’ve already crossed boundaries.”

he’s right. friends don’t make out with each other. you shouldn’t even be out here with him. but the feeling of his lips on yours are stronger than your morals. so, you kiss him again.

“gavi?” you ask him.

“yeah?” he pants the make out proving to be a good exercise.

“fuck me.”

“yeah, sure i can do that.” he nods.

he was so cute. how unfortunate that you fell for ferran and not him.

you made it clear that you weren’t interested in foreplay but rather just a quick fuck that would distract. you mumbled a quick maybe next time to the midfielder when he insisted on making you feel good before getting straight into it. as soon as he gets the memo he lifts the bottom of your dress all the way up to your waist. as soon as he sees your panties he can feel his sweatpants getting tighter against him.

“fuck i don’t have a condom.” he groans.

“it’s okay i’m on the pill.” you assure him.

“oh-okay.” he can feel his heart racing.

although you didn’t let him pleasure you, you dip your hand into his pants. you can feel him shiver as you grab his length and begin pumping it. you pause momentarily and take your hand out again to spit on it. gavi on the other hand is close to cumming from the sight alone but he stops himself. if he’s gonna cum it’s going to be inside of you.

“fucking hell you’re good at that.” he groans as you move your hand up and down his shaft.

you pull him into another sloppy kiss and simultaneously lead his length towards your clothed core. you begin rubbing it up and down your core teasing yourself. soon, it’s gavi who grows impatient and quickly moves your panties to the side. the two of you make eye contact before he slides in. your nails dig down his arms as he thrust inside of you filling you to the hilt. he feels so good inside of you.

the pleasure is so much for him he begins releasing profanities all at once you barely understand him.

“is this okay?” he asks as he wraps your leg around his waist so he can hit you even deeper.

“fuck, yeah. you can move now.” you struggle to say.

he starts off slow pulling all the way out before filling you up again. as you close your eyes due to the pleasure he can only admire you. you always look pretty but you somehow have reached a new level of beauty under the moonlight with his dick inside of you. he’s never had such dirty thoughts before. he’s also lucky that he’s wearing a hoodie because your nails are digging so hard into his arms.

as he fastens the pace your hold on him gets stronger not wanting to let go. he sneaks one of his hands up your throat and cups your jaw.

“you look so pretty like this. all fucked up for me.” he rasps.

“just for you gavi.” you whine.

he can’t take it anymore so he turns you around and now your chest is against the wall. he begins thrusting into you even faster than before. you’re thankful he has his arm wrapped around your waist to balance you. his lips attack your neck desperately nipping at the skin wanting to mark you up. you don’t mind it at all or the way he begins to pull on your hair. quite frankly you thought he would be vanilla in bed. so, you’re blown away by his dominance.

“pablo, i’m close.” you whine.

“me too. come on cum for me.” he assures you.

you grow tighter around him before finally letting go. the feeling causing him to chase his own climax. you collapse against his chest and his heavy pants invade your ears. the two of you stay there against the wall trying to collect your breaths. he turns you around before kissing you. the kiss is sweet and long unlike the other ones.

“fuck, how are we going to go in like this?” he pants.

“we’ll just tell them we were laying down looking at the view or the truth which is that you fucked me.” you sigh.

he carefully takes you inside with his arm around your waist to provide you balance. and sure enough as if on cue the trio consisting of pedri, ferran, and eric approach you. when they ask about your appearance the two of you simply lie not owing them any explanation. pedri and eric buy the story not looking too much into it but not the valencian. he’s somehow the only one that notices the love bites on your neck and the way gavi’s hand creeps too close to your ass as the two of you walk away.

when he comes over the next day to ask about it you simply say that you don’t know what he’s talking about. you don’t understand why he’s so angry but quite frankly you don’t care because gavi is currently hiding in your bathroom.

#the only thing i’m proud of is the header #it’s so cute and it matches <3 #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi smut #pablo gavi imagine #gavi x reader #gavi smut #gavi imagine #football imagine #football smut #gabri writes

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klausysworld · 1 year

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Hoping to get a little ask in…

Klaus and YN were in a f**k buddies, YN gets pregnant and is upset when Klaus is an ass about it. But YN is heartbroken when she walks into Klaus room to find him painting and a naked (covered in bed sheet) Cami.

Thanks so much

A life i do not deserve

Part 2

It hadn’t exactly been in mind to get pregnant when i slept with Klaus. He’s a vampire he isn’t meant to be able to have children. But apparently being only half hybrid has its extra ‘perks’. We’ve had a ‘friends with benefits’ kinda situation going on for a a while before i fell pregnant and i hate to admit it but i was gaining feeling but i could have sworn he was too, there was certain gentleness he would have sometimes, a specific look in his eye you know?

Then witches took me and we found out i was pregnant…with his kid. I won’t lie i wasn’t exactly over the moon, i was terrified and sick to my stomach with nerves. When Klaus found out i, for some reason, thought he might have said something, anything reassuring. Yeah, no. He flipped out, i was a liar, a slut that would sleep with anyone who was desperate enough to have me and i probably couldn’t even remember the fathers name. I don’t think i’ve ever cried harder, in front of Klaus, his brother and a witch, the overwhelming combination of the news and then the person i had finally come to actually understand telling me how disgusting and worthless i am to him just pushed me over the edge.

He left me and our child for dead before eventually returning. By the time he came to bring me home i was in an emotionless state. I refused to speak to him and wouldn’t let him touch me.

Over the next few months he had apologised many times and i decided it was best to move on from the issue, we were going to be parents after all. Plus the small fact that i did still long for him and everything in my heart screamed to forgive him. i knew he was struggling with the adjustment to his life as well, he just went for anger instead of distress.

Besides over that time we’ve had many sweet moments, he could be very kind when he wanted to be. I still hoped that he may see me as more one day. He would give my head a soft kiss and rub my bump in a loving manner. We were going to be a family.

I thought we could be a happy family…

But then he had to fuck his therapist.

I had just got back to our home, my bump was much bigger now as i was nearly 7 months pregnant. I had gone out to collect the decorations Klaus had picked for our baby’s new room, he had insisted we get it ready asap and i couldn’t argue. We designed and got it set up over the past few weeks.

I had just made a few extra adjustments to the baby room before going to Klaus’s room but he wasn’t in there. What was however was a bra and panties set. They were definitely not mine. I could feel my heart breaking as my breath caught in my throat and i opened his art room door.

I’m almost certain he could actually hear my heart shatter as i took in the scene before me. Camille. The blonde psychologist was completely naked on his art sofa, a sofa that they had spent time on in the past. Another girl was sprawled out with her tits on full display, a scrap of a bedsheet covering her most private area. And Klaus he was painting her. He only painted people when he had taken an interest, he told me that when he painted me. Everything he had shared with me was a game. The pregnancy ruined his game.

I took a step back and immediately he was stood in front of me, i could feel the tears streaming down my face, my chest aching as my mind yelled at me to leave. I couldn’t hear a thing he was saying, though i could see the panic in his eyes as he hands came to hold my arms. The second he touched me i let out a sob, my head shaking and my feet carrying me out the compound as fast as possible.

“y/n! stop running, love please!” he was grabbing me again, hands that had been all over another woman’s body, possibly inside another woman’s body. I was gonna be sick.

“get off me right now or i swear i will leave and never come back, you don’t even want this child and it’s clear you don’t want me so i don’t know why you’re bothering in trying to convince me otherwise” my voice was shaky and pain was obvious as i spoke.

“that wasn’t anything, she’s nobody, you’re carrying our baby, our baby that i love, you know that i love our child, you mean so much to m-“

“you’re such a fucking liar Klaus! This entire time i was afraid you still thought i was a stupid whore but it turns out I’ve been living with one this whole time while lugging around his kid, a kid you wanted to leave for dead, i forgave you and you said that we could be a family” my heart was basically on the floor at this point

“i can’t live here anymore. i’m leaving, i don’t know where i’m going but i’m not staying with you, you keep your filthy hands off of me and you stay away from my child. Do as you please, when you please but do not expect me to come crawling back to you, begging at your feet for a life that i do not deserve”

i practically ran to my car, the car that he had bought me, and drove to a hotel, i would sleep this off and think of a clear plan when i was in a better headspace

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svtminghaolove · 1 year

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Announcing the engagement - Hip hop unit (SVT)

Hellooo lovlies ~ Do you guys want to know something sick I just realized when I were going to make this post? International GF masterlist has reached over a 1000(!?) notes. That’s insane. Like wow. Thank you. Wow. yeah... Well, enjoy.

Triggers: Online hate

S.Coups: You guys waited until like 3 months before the wedding until announcing it to the public.

The two of you of course started with telling the members, since half of them were in the building as you said yes. To your surprise, the guys were very surprised by the announcement. Apparently Seungcheol had told no one except from his parents and yours. But even though the guys were surprised, it was a happy one. Everyone were so happy for the two of you, and excited for what's to come.

And his parents wee just happy for the two of you, your parents on the other hand were a bit worried about the potential back lash from social media but still very happy to get Seungcheol as a son-in-law. But to be honest, you were a bit worried about the reactions the two of you would get from the fans, even though you knew that most of Carats liked you together with Seungcheol.

And when you went to the office, the two of you had to stay and talk out the "strategy" of how to deal with the news. It was a long conversation that didn't really help with your nerves.

"You okay?", Seungcheol asked as he parked the car outside your apartment complex. You tilted your head in his direction and gave him a weak smile.

"Just nervous. You're the first one in the group to get married, I don't really know what reaction to expect from the fans", you said and he leaned over and took your hand in his.

"I think they will be happy. Most of them at least", you let out a dry laugh and shook your head. "Of course there is going to be some shock, but we've been together for three and a half year, and public for two and a half. Most of them probably realized where this was going, don't underestimate Carats", he smiled and you rolled your eyes but nodded.

"Yeah, alright. You're right."

"Like always", you snorted and shoved away his hand.

"Goodnight doofus", you laughed and opened the door. "I'll call you when I get home form school tomorrow."

"Yeah, love you"

"Love you too"

And three months later the announcement was made and Seungcheol's prediction had been terribly off. Withing minutes of the announcements you started to get so much hate. People were saying that you were ruining Seungcheol's life and career, that you weren't worthy to be his wife and so on. It got to a point where you couldn't even go to class without running into people who would hurl insults at you.

And Seungcheol was devastated by the reactions, he really not expected people to react this way and found that the only way to deal with this was by doing an official live addressing the "problems" regarding his engagement to you.

He sat completely quiet for the first ten minutes of the live, just staring at the comments rolling in.

"Carats…", he breathed out, trying to keep his tears in and his anger down. "I'm so disappointed and sad about the reactions to my engagement.", he sighed and leaned forward in the chair and put his head in his hands. He went quiet for a little while, collecting his emotions.

"You guys get to have your opinion, I took the decision to become an idol and therefore parts of my private life became public. And if this announcement has somehow made you guys disappointed with me, I'm… I am following my heart here and can't say that I'm sorry for doing so, but I do accept your disappointment.", he looked up again. "But I have to draw the line now. I can't accept the fact that y/n is getting hate sent to her daily. That the last couple of days someone has been sending her threatening text, comments and such. It's become so bad that she can't even go to school anymore.", his breath was shaking as he breathed in and he pressed his lips together in a thin line.

"If you need to get upset, take it out on me. Y/n hasn't done anything wrong, she didn't choose to become a public figure like I did. I am the one who dragged her into the spotlight, the one who chose to love her, the one who proposed to her. Blame me.", he went quiet again and read the comments. "That's all I've got to say.", and he ended the live.

After his own announcement, the hate toned down quite a lot. Some of the fans even started to speak up for you, saying that they were happy that Seungcheol was marrying someone who made him as happy as you did.

Wonwoo: The fact that the two of you had gotten engaged was a surprise to literary no one. Everyone knew that you were it for him, his family knew, your family knew, the members knew and even the fans knew that if Wonwoo was going to get married, it was going to be with you.

That also meant that it was no hurry for the two of you to announce it yet. Of course the two of you called you families, both part who was really happy for the two of you (but like said, not really surprised). Then you and Wonwoo decided to just take it easy for a couple of days, since you had the chance anyhow. You guys spent a lot of time at home just talking and dreaming about the future; When and where should the wedding be? Should it be traditional Korean or a westernized wedding? How many should you invite? Where should the honeymoon be?

The two of you got pretty caught up in your own heads, so much that Wonwoo completely forgot to inform the members about the fact that you had said yes. He had told them before the weekend that he was going to propose and by the end of the weekend the group chat were going crazy. Unluckily for the guys Wonwoo had tuned off his notifications, and the guys didn't want to call incase they would interrupt something.

So when the next practice day came he was basically ambushed by twelve curious men asking: "DID SHE SAY YES!?".

"Oh, right I forgot to text you guys, didn't I?", Wonwoo laughed softly. "Yeah, she said yes.", and cheers erupted from the guys. He was hugged, congratulated and patted on the back. And then he had to go through how he did it, Hoshi and Jeonghan wanted and reenactment but Wonwoo settled with just telling them.

You guys decided to hold on from telling Carats and the public for a few weeks as well but when then you guys announced it by posting a picture of him holding your bejeweled hand and the caption:

'Thank you for coming into my life and deciding to stay in it.

I hope Carats are as happy as we are about this

Thank you so much for everything <3'

Mingyu: Everyone close to the two of you basically already knew, I mean: DK and Hoshi were helping out getting the house ready. And Mingyu couldn't keep his mouth shut, he had talked to everyone and discussed how to get the most romantic proposal with all the members.

So since everyone had known that today was the day, it wasn't actually the two of you who spread the news that you had said yes: it was DK and Hoshi. After congratulating the two of you (and asking if it was okay to tell people) they left the two of you alone and updated the other guys on what had happened. You and Mingyu on the other hand just enjoyed each other and the first evening the two of you had been off work in a long while.

When the daybreak came your phones were filled with congratulations and a text from his manager just telling Mingyu to just say when. Both of you knew that it wouldn't be possible to keep this quiet (Because Mingyu would snitch on the two of you) for long and therefore it only took a few days before the announcement was made.

Out of all the members engagement announcements, this was probably the one who broke the most hearts. The internet got filled with teenage girls crying their hearts out in the comment sections of his Instagram, willowing in the despair of the fact that: "Mingyu won't marry meeeeeee" </3".

To be honest, the two of you just thought it was kind of cute how the fans was reaction and Mingyu just posted a picture of him pouting with the caption:

'Sorry Carat, she stole my heart before I even knew it </3'

Which… let's just say that it didn't exactly calm down the situation. (But ofc that attention-seeker loved it)

Vernon: Yeah, no the two of you didn't really do an announcement to be honest. You guys just calmly brought it up in conversations when you met the people, and everyone was excited for you, no one were really surprised but it didn't make them any less happy. But it was actually an accident found out by the fan that made the whole thing public.

The two of you had not necessarily been keeping it a secret but you hadn't really felt the need to post it on social media, but it happened when the two of you were away on a weekend trip. You had been taking pictures and videos, and had of course been posting online. By this point you'd gotten so used to the weight of the ring on your finger that both you and Vernon just forgot about it when you posted a picture of the two of you. It was a sweet picture where you were squishing Vernon's face with your hand and basically showing off your ring for the world to see.

It only took about… five minutes before the rumor were all over the internet "SEVENTEEN's Vernon engaged with long-term girlfriend, the runway model y/n"

After a quick call with PLEDIS they posted an announcement confirming the rumors, and you and Vernon posted a short explanation online. The reactions weren't that big, people was happy for you and writing that you two would have beautiful babies. You didn't really pay that much attention to what the public was saying because, let's be honest: you knew that mostly people were just teasing Vernon and getting ready to make wedding memes.

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Life Lessons

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: arguing, yelling, jealousy, flirting, name calling, bullying, mild swearing, mentions of smut, Odin's A+ parenting, mentions of abuse, controlling behavior, mentions of adoption.

Summary: it's had been a week since you were paired with Loki, and things go downhill fast.

Part one - Part two-

You made your way to class, thankful for the fact it was Friday and you would get a break from your insufferable partner. After seeing the picture the other night, you had made a point to keep your conversations to a minimum, you couldn't let your mask slip. You made it to class, seeing Loki standing there talking to Stacy, and he didn't look happy. "I told you, delete the picture Stacy." You heard as you got closer. "What's wrong with everyone knowing your mine?" She whined, running her hands up his chest. As you walked past, he glanced over at you as you put your head down, heading for your desk.

"OK everyone, since it's Friday we're gonna have an easy day. Pair up and work on your projects. You've got two weeks left so make your time count." Mr. Banner said as he sat behind his desk. Looking up behind you, you saw Loki with his head on his desk, was he sleeping? You wondered as you grabbed your things and made your way to his desk. You sat down, pulling out your laptop and he hadn't moved. You slowly put your hand on shoulder, gently nudging him as he groaned, ignoring the way his noises made you feel, you nudged him a bit harder. "Loki, we need to work on this." You said trying to shake him.

He slowly opened his eyes, moaning as he stretched sitting up, feeling your cheeks flush again. "Sorry, was up late, what did I miss?" He asked looking at you. "Stacy keep you pretty busy?" You snarked at him, you felt him glare as he leaned forward "what I do with my cock isn't your concern?" He whispered in your ear "unless you want it to be hmm?" He whispered again, feeling your face heat up as he sat back watching you. "I prefer a challenge, you seem pretty easy to get in bed." You shrugged, thinking back to the picture.

His face seemed to soften as something flashed in his eyes, hurt? Before his mask was back in place "strong words coming from my brother's whore. Tell me, were you thinking of me when he fucked you?" He sneered at you. "I can't do this." You said, slamming your laptop closed, grabbing your things. "Oh come on y/n, it's just a bit of fun." He smiled at you. You felt a tear stream down your cheek, hurrying to wipe it away as he watched you. "Y/n, wait, I didn't mean..." he started "No, its fine. I'll do the project, we can present together so you get credit and that will be that." You said grabbing your bag. "But i.." He tried again "its fine Loki, wouldn't want you to have to work with a whore right?" You said walking down the steps.

"Mr. Banner, I'm really not feeling well, is it okay if I take off for the day? I'll work on the project over the weekend." You said fighting back tears. "Well I guess that's fine. See you Monday y/n." He smiled. As you turned to leave, you glanced at Loki who hadn't taken his eyes off you as you stormed out. You made it to your locker, grabbing your jacket and keys, slamming it shut seeing Thor standing there.

"Jesus Thor, warn someone." You said grabbing your chest as he laughed. "My apologies locker neighbor, are you headed home?" He asked looking at you. "Yeah, I'm not feeling well." You said looking down. "Oh, well I hope you feel better." He smiled patting your back. You nodded heading to your car. "So, what's your girlfriend problem?" Loki asked Thor, leaning on the lockers. "What girlfriend?" Thor asked furrowing his eyebrows. "Y/n, she the one you were just taking to." Loki said waving his hand. "She's not my girlfriend, we're more..acquaintances then anything." He shrugged "wait, you and her never...." he started "Oh no, no no, apparently I am not not her type." Thor laughed closing his locker.

"Why do you ask?" He raised an eyebrow at Loki. "Hmm? oh no reason. Curious." Loki said. "Shouldn't you be more concerned with Stacy?" He asked nudging him "no, Stacy and I are not a thing. We had fun that's it." Loki said pushing off the lockers. "Well, you may want to tell her that." Thor laughed walking away, leaving Loki in the hallway. "Damn." He whispered to himself as he headed back to class.

You made it home, pulling out your tub of ice cream before plopping on the couch. You scrolled through your phone, seeing the picture was still on Instagram "Damn" You whispered as you tossed your phone down. "Good job y/n, you just screwed that to hell." You sighed, putting your head back. You heard a knock on your door, opening seeing Wanda. "Hey, why you home so early?" She asked coming in. "I told them I wasn't feeling well. Why can't I gave a free day like you?" You laughed heading back to the couch as she joined you.

"So, why are you really home?" She asked looking at you. You sighed "you know that guy I told you about that I like?" You asked "yeah, what about him?" She asked "Well, I may or may not have called him a whore, and hurt his feelings." You said squinting. "Why would you do that?" She asked raising her eyebrows. "I was jealous, and angry. He was with some girl and i......lost myself." You said looking down. "Well, you need to apologize." She said grabbing your phone. "I can't, he thinks I'm sleeping with his brother." You said looking at her. "Ok, you need to tell me exactly what happened." She sighed setting your phone down.

You recanted the events of the last week to her as she rubbed her eyes. "Ok, so first you need to apologize, then you need to tell him you and his brother aren't a thing." She said waving her hand around. "It doesn't matter Wan, he has that Stacy girl, he'd never want me." You sighed "you don't know that y/n." She said "oh yeah, look at this." You said pulling the picture up "Oh, ok yeah she's pretty, but.." She started "Don't, don't do that wanda. Don't try to make me believe I can compete with that." You said pointing at the picture. She sat the phone down, pulling you into a hug "Well I think your amazing." She said rubbing your back. "Thanks Wan, let's watch a movie." You smiled turning on the TV.

Loki pulled up to the house, Odin waiting for him on the steps as he sighed grabbing his things. "Your late. Why do you insist on embarrassing me." He bellowed down the driveway. Loki began to walk past him as he grabbed the front of his jacket "You will answer me." He said "I'm sorry, my last class ran late." Loki said as Odin released him. "I'll call and talk to the teacher, you are not to be late again, understood." He demanded "yes sir." Loki said looking down. "Go change and meet me in back. You have five minutes." Odin said going inside.

Loki changed into his soccer uniform, slipping his cleats on as he made his way out back to the make shift field Odin had built. "Do we really need to do this today? I've practiced all week." Loki said stretching. "If you want me to continue to pay for that useless school yes, you'll do as I say." Odin said. He pulled his hair back, making his way to the field.

Five hours later the sun was setting as Loki knelt on the grass, his knees giving out. "I can't anymore, can we please stop?" He asked leaning over. Odin walked up, looking down at him "fine, you can be done today, but I want twice the practice the next two days." He said sternly. "But....but I have plans tomorrow." Loki said looking up at him. "Cancel them. No son of mine will amount to nothing." He said "I'm not your son." Loki growled as he felt the back of Odin's hand connect with his cheek. "I adopted you, I raised you, I trained you." Odin growled as he leaned down. "As long as you are in this house you will do as I say." He said sternly as Loki glared at him. "And we both know you won't make it without my money....son." He said getting up going in the house, leaving Loki in the yard.

"Just a few more weeks, then I'll be rid of you old man." Loki snarled as he slowly stood, making his way to his room. He wiped his lip, peeling his shoes off getting ready to shower, the days event running through his mind. He could deal with anything Odin threw at him, he had for years, but he had to make things right with you. He was determined come Monday he was going to talk to you.

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Congrats on 1K! Can I have 41 and 53, roommate haechan? Thank you so much

Go Away | Lee Haechan

Part of Tqmies 1K Event!

Room mate au! 41. “I… I think I’m happy.” “You think? So you’re not one hundred percent certain?” 53. "Hey, you haven't come out of your room in like two days...I'm not worried or anything but the dishes are piling up and I need you to be alive so you can take care of them, so...", wc: 1.1k note: thank you so much <3 hope you enjoy it, domestic room mate hyuck?? i cry

6 days, it had been that long since you had broken up with your boyfriend of over two years. And of course, the first few days were okay, which was different from what you expected. You truly thought you'd be downing tubs of ice cream in front of the TV watching sad romance flicks. Like they do in all the cliche movies.

However, your little breakdown didn't come until a few days later. Everything needed time to settle in, and once it did? Oh boy.

Your friends had managed to keep you occupied for the first few days, but you weren't exactly a joy to be around. Not even as they dragged you to the club to remind you how great being single could be. You just couldn't find it in you to enjoy your time out.

Either way, you had returned home to Lee Haechan, your menace of a roommate. And in fact, your current state could all directly be pointed back to him.

It had been a normal Thursday, you returning home to him on the couch, playing one of his stupid games on your shared console.

You were sniffling a bit, frustrated at another cancelled date with your boyfriend. He had been getting far too busy to spend time with the likes of you, and you could feel him slipping away.

You tried not to think about it too much, choosing to hold your sanity. That was until Haechan took note of your form, and asked why you looked like your dog died, whatever that meant.

"He cancelled again, that asshole! I mean, I get that he's busy and all, but so am I! He could've let me know he had a meeting today, is my time not worth as much as his?" You let out, dropping your bag with a loud thud on the floor. "He never communicates with me! Is it that hard to send a text saying you're not going to make it? It must be, because I was waiting there for an hour and a half before he let me know!"

And you storm off to the kitchen, Haechan following diligently behind you. "Maybe he just got really caught up in work." He says meekly, a little afraid of your wrath at the moment, but also feeling bad for you.

You force open the fridge, ignoring Haechans small words. You look around it for a few seconds, brows furrowing as you whip your head back to him. "Where's all the damn alcohol!"

"What?" He says, taken aback as you move to check the bottom cabinets. You move things around, huffing when you can't find a single bottle.

"I know you're here somewhere!" You speak, apparently talking to the alcohol. You even allow yourself a tear to fall, though all you can feel is anger at the moment. Yeah, you've lost it.

"Wait, okay. Instead of drinking, why don't we just talk about it?" He suggests, attempting to divert your attention.

You're not having it though. "Talk? Did he take time to talk to me? No! So I don't think-"

"Woah, woah, slow down." Haechan interrupts. "It sounds like you're angry about more than just today, you seem really upset."

"Well it wasn't just today, he's been doing this so much. We haven't been on a proper date in months." You speak, crossing your arms. Scoffing, you place your hands on the counter. "But God forbid I miss a single phone call of his, and then he's all sulky the rest of the day, and they say I'm the dramatic one!"

"Well maybe it's time to call it quits then."

You blink, staring back at Haechan. "What?"

The thought had truly never crossed your mind, sure you were upset. But enough to break up with your boyfriend? Were things really that bad?

"It doesn't seem like you're benefiting from this relationship, that's all I'm saying." He speaks again, shrugging.

"Relationships aren't about benefiting!" You groan, throwing your hands up.

"I get that, but you don't even seem happy." He retorts, and he meant it. Every time you opened your mouth related to your boyfriend, it was a complaint or angry statement.

And you hated that he was a bit right. "I... I think I'm happy."

"You think? So you're not one hundred percent certain?" He asks, and you hate how hard you're thinking about it.

You were so unhappy.

That revelation led you to where you were at the moment. Bundled up in blankets as you mourned a relationship that you had ended.

And part of you stupidly blames Haechan, but you can barely justify why. All he did was open your eyes to how bad your relationship was.

Though you're still a bit annoyed that he planned the break up seed in your head, and that you had allowed it to bloom into a real course of action. It was definitely for the best, but it still hurt like hell.

So after refusing another forced day out, you were currently wallowing in self pity, watching the latest episode of your comfort show.

Truth be told, you hadn't lifted a finger all day, choosing to remain in bed. And you did that the next day as well, willing yourself to eat small meals Haechan left outside your door.

He didn't want to bother you too much, figuring you were taking this a bit harder than he thought. You seemed fine the other day, but he assumed the reality hit you.

But against all his restraint, he finally willed himself to knock on your door. He calls your name, to which he receives no answer. You're not in the mood for company, can't he just let you rot in your room?

The answer was no. "Hey, you haven't come out of your room in like two days...I'm not worried or anything but the dishes are piling up and I need you to be alive so you can take care of them, so..."

You admit, you giggle a little at his mention of your usual chore. But you barely will yourself to shout a little. "Do them yourself."

"I don't think so!" He complains, leaning against your closed door. "Last time I did them you said to never let me again."

You laugh, for the first time in a few days. "That's because you spent the entire time playing with bubbles instead of washing anything."

"Bubbles are cool, you're weird for not playing with them!" He responds, smiling at the little chuckle that leaves your lips.

"Go away." You speak, half-heartedly. "Let me decay in peace."

"No," He says, rolling his eyes. "Can I come in?"

"I haven't bathed in two days."

"That can be arranged, I'll help you wash your hair after." He offers, and you're thankful for it.

"Okay," You speak, wiping the stray tears residing on your face. You will yourself to get out of bed, standing by your door. You can see the shadow of his feet under it, and you grin. "Thank you Haechan."

"Anytime." He says, and you feel your heart flutter a bit at that.

He'd always be here for you, and he'd make sure you knew that.

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landosgirl97 · 1 year

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Day 6- Drew Starkey

“Hey.. would you come over and help me find an outfit to wear tonight?” Drew asked. I was at lunch at work when he called me. “Of course. What are we styling you for?” He paused for a moment before continuing.. “A date…” I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I gulped. “Oh.. awesome! Yeah sure. I’ll come by after work.” I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “awesome! Thanks Y/N! Couldn’t do it without you!” I hung up, feeling tears sting my eyes as I went back to my office. I tried hard to not let it affect my day but it was hard not to be jealous when my best friend was going to take some other girl on a date that I wished was me.

Aft er I got off work, I made my way to his house, trying to shake off the funk I was in. It apparently didn’t work, because as soon as he opened his arms for a hug, I dodged it. “You okay?” he asked almost immediately. I never dodged his hugs. In fact, I preferred his hugs because of the warmth and love they emit. “I’m fine. Just a long day and I’m all sweaty.” He just shrugged and shut the door behind him. “You want something to drink?” he asked. “Yeah sure.. Can I have a beer?” He agreed and handed me one. “Okay so.. I’m thinking jeans and a button up, or maybe a blazer? What are you thinking?” I took a big gulp of my beer before looking at him. “Don’t you have a stylist for questions like this? Or supermodel friends?” He chuckles and looks at me. “Well, my date is friends with my ‘supermodel friends’ so I can’t exactly ask them..” I finish my beer in about three gulps as I look at him. “Oh.. well then, I say a blazer and jeans. The green one. It brings out your eyes.” He raises his eyebrows. “Are you sure? I’m not sure about that.” I scoff and stand up. “Then why the hell am I here Drew? Why did you ask my opinion if you weren’t going to listen?” He seemed shocked at my outburst. “Woah.. are you okay? What is going on with you today?” I shake my head and begin to head to the door but he grabs my wrist to stop me. “Y/N, don’t go. Please… talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.” I roll my eyes and sit on the couch. “Why don’t you just go get ready for your date with your supermodel, and then you’ll see I’m right when she drools over you later.” He chuckles and looks at you curiously, “wait a minute, are you…jealous?” I scoff. “What? No way. Now go! You’re going to be late!” He shakes his head and goes back to his room, changing into exactly what I told him to. When he came out, he must have been texting his date, because he had a big smile on his face. He had his back to me and I noticed that the collar of his blazer was sticking up, so I stood from the couch, reaching up to fix it, but he was too tall to reach. I huffed, “sit, tall person.” He laughed. “Why? What’s wrong?” “Your collar is a mess, let me fix it.” He sat on the edge of the couch so he was eye level with me. I reached around, folding the collar over correctly and smoothing it out. “There. Much better. See? She’ll love it.” He shook his head. “She won’t be seeing it.” I stood there shocked. “What?! She- what?! What happened?” He shrugged. “I canceled.” I slapped his shoulder. “Why the hell would you cancel on a supermodel?! Are you crazy?!” He smiled, pulling me close by hips. “Crazy for you.” He leaned in, pulling me down for a kiss.

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foxydivaxx · 19 days

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Gossip Girl AU Prequel: Z After Dark Chapter 3

A Gossip Girl story ain't a Gossip Girl story without Gossip Girl herself showing up. So this is Gossip Girl's first recorded appearance in-universe. Warnings: sexual content, alcohol

This just in!! Mihawk Dracule has filed from divorce from Terra Roronoa!! As if that ain't enough, Arashi, Zs father has filed for divorce as well. Apparently, the guy filed for divorce but somehow the woman blocked it.

Great news for Z, his new music has been widely acclaimed. Now the question remains, what is Z's next move? Watch this space because things are about to get heated as the summer holidays come to a close.

And who am I? That's one secret I will never tell.

XOXO,

Gossip Girl

Zoro wakes up screaming and panicking. “Baby what’s wrong?” Sanji asks groggily as Zoro’s screams woke him up. The greenette begins to pant, gasping for air as fear begins to paralysed him. He was having yet another nightmare relating to his mum and her abuse. This one involved his mother beating and kicking him repeatedly several times. This was why he asked Sanji to stay with him.

Sanji looked at him with deep concern and cups his face in his hands. “It’s okay, baby. That woman is not here and if she dares lay a hand on you, we will make her pay.”

He then hugs Zoro who simply hugs him back, tears flowing down his eyes. His childhood robbed, his identity stolen. All he ever is is a broken boy. That little boy that used to be there died the moment that woman began her work on him.

"I...I....I don't deserve this. All this fame. All this love. Everything." Sanji hugs Zoro tight and kisses his forehead. "You are wrong Marimo. You deserve everything and much more."

The greenette could only nod whilst Sanji continues to cuddle him. Sanji can understand how it feels to be in Zoro's shoes better than anyone. He is the son of Sora who is the Queen of Pop. Imagine the big shoes he and his siblings have to fill. Plus the fact that their father, rapper Judge Vinsmoke is a deadbeat dad and an abusive bastard at that, then you have traumatized kids.

"Remember when we first met?

Sanji grins. "You made fun of my brows and called me Curly and I fired back and called you Marimo because of your hair and we had a nasty argument that day."

They both laughed. "I believe we were 6 year olds then." says Zoro. "Yeah. I think so. The fact that we are still together is funny. I mean, everyone thought we hated each other till one day out of the blue, I called you my husband."

Sanji falls over laughing. "I still can't believe you fucking said that!!"

"Got jealous because Maria kissed you." Sanji just giggles. "Jesus fucking Christ!! So that was why you pulled me away from her?!" Sanji asked. Zoro nods.

"I envied Sukuna because that bitch had rizz back then. Still fucking does. I even thought he was gonna steal you from me." Zoro admits. "So that is why you even act bitchy towards him huh?"

"That plus that was why I lost my virginity at that gay bar in Italy to Griffith. You know? That rich guy I met at the club there. He was my boyfriend for like 3 months then."

Sanji gasps. Everyone knows the Griffith story but not the full details. He never knew how wild Zoro was back then. Considering he himself did similar shit, like hello he worked at a strip club at the time so he knows the drill. But damn. "Dude!! How did you fucking sneak into a fucking gay bar?! Like you were fucking 13 then!!"

"Perona helped. That is all I can say about that. Either way, the guy was quite charming and good looking."

"Yeah but not as hot as I am right?"

"Yes."

"But what made you break up with him?"

"The motherfucker cheated on me with some French model. Like the bitch used me for cheap publicity. Not helping was Sesshomaru leaking out my private details to the press around that time."

"Now I get why we never saw you in school for years."

"Either way, that is the past. You know what? Maybe I should come back to school. But before that, we should celebrate the summer. Like I wanna do fun stuff with you my buddies. I mean, can you believe that I have never chilled in the fucking pool not even once?!"

A bright idea pops up in Sanji's mind. "I think now is the time to host a pool party."

"THAT SOUNDS AWESOME!!"

"Like we can host it this weekend. Of course we will ask Mihawk for permission. Then we will invite those that we trust. Food, booze, you name it. We will sort that. And most importantly..."

Sanji rolls them aorund so that he was on top of Zoro and kisses his lips. "I will give myself to you that day. Yes Daddy, I want you to dominate me that day and fuck me silly and make me your sugar baby officially. I want you to be the King you fucking are."

Zoro was taken aback by this at first. He did not expect Sanji to be that open about it like that. Though to be frank, he and Sanji have been acting like a couple for a long time. They never brought up the sex conversation before.

"If that is what my baby wants, then I will give it to you and spoil you rotten." Sanji giggles and proceeds to make out with him.

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Later that weekend, all of Zoro's friends get invited to the pool party that was being hosted at Mihawk's house. The media gets wind of it of course and every single blog talks about it.

Zoro no longer gives a shit. He is all about having a great time. None of the adults are around. Well, the staff are obviously but the parents are out of town so that the kids can have their fun.

"Now this is what I'm talking about!!" says Sukuna as he sips on some beer in a plastic cup. "About time Big Z hosted us properly without a certain someone breathing down our damn necks!!" says Rukia.

Zoro snorts with laughter. His eyes then fall on Sanji who was having a chat with Nami and Gojo next to the barbecue spot. Sukuna and Eren exchange smirks.

"Are they or aren't they fucking?" Usopp asked. Everyone laughs. Sanji blushes. "OI!! BITCH WHAT THE FUCK?" Zoro raises an eyebrow. "Really dude?" he says in a joking tone.

"Just what I wanna know too." Zoro rolls his eyes. Of course this motherfucker would show his dirty face at his own party. He whips around and glares daggers at a smirking Sesshomaru.

Zoro remembers the conversation he and Sanji had the night before. He no longer fears anyone anymore. "Why the fuck are you here? No one fucking invited you."

Everyone stops what they are doing and watches the drama unfold. Sesshomaru has a fake hurt expression on his face. "Oh come on!! That is no way to speak to a friend."

"You stopped being a friend the moment you leaked out my whereabouts and private information to the paparazzi and media.I also got intel that my mamma was paying you to spy on me."

Jaws drop at that revelation. "It's not what you think."

It was at this point that Zoro just explodes and goes off on him. "Or really? Oh and what about that that interview you gave where you said shit about my sex life? I get that I was underage and stuff but bitch you had no fucking right!!" Sesshomaru gets on the floor and tries to crawl away. Sanji places a hand on Zoro's shoulder. That calms him down.

"Good thing you showed your dirty face here. One less bitch left to deal with because I have already started weeding all you fake bitches out of my life which as why I never invited you!!"

He gets down on his knees, the signature Roronoa death glare in place. Compared to before, the death glare was a lot more menacing. Everyone in the room literally cowered in fear. "I suggest you and your little bitches run because if I still fucking find you bitches in here, I will not hesitate to send you bitches to hell." he says in the coldest tone he could muster.

With that, Sesshomaru and his cronies run for it. "Bet the bastard will go report to his mistress." says Sanji. "Let him. Besides, the woman has no power anymore. Either way, bae you and I got something to attend to." Zoro whispers.

Sanji grins. "Lead the way." Zoro takes Sanji's hand and pulls him away. The others snicker as they all knew what was about to happen.

Once they are in Zoro's room, Sanji locks the door behind him. Zoro grabs his lover and slams him against the wall, kissing him passionately.

Sanji lets out a moan as Zoro leaves a trail down his neck. Thankfully, they were wearing boxers which makes things easier for them. They pull down each other's boxers and move over to the bed.

Zoro crawls on top of him and stares lovingly at Sanji. "Why ain't I a lucky son of a bitch?" Sanji chuckles. "I can say the same about myself too."

The greenette gets to work and begins to kiss and bite certain parts of the blonde's skin, leaving him a moaning mess. "You are mine Sanji. Remember that." Zoro growls out. Sanji could feel his cock twitch with excitement as Zoro was now taking more control, owning his sexiness for once. He was finally maturing into the tiger that he truly was.

"Ah...Zoro...."

It seemed like the Sesshomaru incident had caused Zoro to snap as he kept on torturing Sanji but teasing him relentlessly. He spies the lube on the bedside table and grabs it. He pours a generous amount on his fingers and inserts one into Sanji's hole.

Sanji hisses in pain at first. It has been a while he has had sex. "You okay babe?" Sanji nods. "Been a while." Once he feels settled, he nods at Zoro who begins to slowly push his finger in and out of Sanji's ass.

Sanji moans in pleasure. "Fuck that feels good....." Zoro smirks and begins to get aggressive and inserts a second finger in, continue to thrust, earning more moans.

He then inserts a third one and increases his speed. "This is just the beginning bae. Once I insert my cock into you, I will make you lose your mind."

"D-DON'T TALK DIRTY LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING MOSSHEAD!!" Zoro laughs and pulls out his fingers. He then flips Sanji around so that he was on all fours. "Oh you are seriously asking for it you dirty brat!!"

He then proceeds to smack his butt real hard, earning a loud howl. Zoro continues to spank him until his asscheeks are completely red.

Sanji was happy about this. This was what he clearly wanted. He wanted Zoro to lose his mind like that and dominate him like the bad bitch that he is.

Sanji just smirks. "That all you got." Zoro raises an eyebrow. "Don't get too cocky bitch." He then spreads his ass cheeks and without warning, inserts his cock into his hole.

"AAH!!"

Zoro smirks and continues to pound into that ass without warning. "Oh my...fuck!! AH YES!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HARD!!" Sanji screams.

"That's it you dirty slut!! Take all of me!!" He keeps on fucking the living daylights out of him. Sanji begins to cry out some incoherent gibberish as it just feels good.

Soon, Zoro hits his prostrate which makes him see stars. "AH!! FUCK!!!" Zoro keeps on attacking that same spot, pulling Sanji back and capturing his lips in a kiss. "Fuck...I...I'm getting close." With one last final thrust, both men cum at the same time.

"Wow..." Sanji says, panting. Zoro soon pulls out and falls on the bed, chuckling. "I think I overdid it."

"Nah that felt good." Zoro helps to clean them up and the two head back outside, holding hands. "So, does this make us official?" Sanji asked. Zoro grins. "Yes it does."

Meanwhile, Sesshomaru is dragged and dumped in front of Terra. "Useless fool." she says. "I couldn't kill him. Not with that many people there."

"Excuses. Excuses. Excuses." She pulls out a gun and points it at him. "Say hello to your mother for me." Without hesitation, she pulls the trigger. Sesshomaru closes his eyes and says a silent prayer, preparing for the worst only for nothing to happen.

He opens his eyes to see a flag sticking out of the gun saying "Sike." She smirks. "Be grateful I did not stoop that low." She then whispers in his ear. "You were always a more worthier son to me than Zoro anyway." With that, she walks way with her guards following her, leaving a confused Sesshomaru behind.

Things are getting out of hand here. Terra as you can see is one heck of a scary woman.

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rsedits9420 · 1 year

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Mark Estapa blurb

Word count: 927

Tw: mention of death

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I’m currently rushing across campus to get over to Mark’s apartment. He’s bring me to this party with some of his friends. He was the first friend I made at Michigan. We instantly clicked. Now 5 months later, we spend just about every day together. He’s more than a friend definitely, but I have no clue what the proper label would be. I had transferred here from Eastern Illinois University, the college in my hometown. This week has been rough, I miss home like crazy. I’m hoping a night out on the town will relax my mind.

I had a tough home life. My mom is a single parent after my dad died, and she never overcame the pain of his death. He had a heart attack, and she blamed herself. After he died, she shut down. I was left to raise my younger sister, and baby brother at just 10 years old. I was super duper close to my siblings. I didn’t like telling many people about my mom. Only my close friends, like Mark. She isn’t a bad person, trust me she’s amazing. It’s just like she sealed off parts of herself and one of those parts was her motherly affection. I stayed close to home last year to help with my siblings. Anna, my sister is now 17, while my brother Max is almost 10. I love them to death. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for them. Now that Anna is almost 18, I decided to be selfish for once. I followed my dreams, and it led me right here in Ann Arbor.

“Hey you ok with being the DD tonight Hughsey?” Ethan asks Luke. “Sure. I’ve got class at 8 tomorrow morning anyway. Don’t want to show up all hungover. Mark is currently laying his head on my shoulder, and playing with the bracelet on my wrist. “How was your week?” He asks. “Eh-, I don’t know. My classes were fine, but I miss home. Apparently something’s going on. Anna won’t tell me.” He cups my cheeks with his hands and says,” Hey, It’ll be fine. Trust me.” I nod. I still can’t shake this feeling though.

After getting some drinks, I’m sitting down talking to Dylan’s girlfriend Grace. Her and I got really close after the first semester. We both spend all of our time at the boys apartment just hanging out. “So are you going to the game Friday?” She asks. “Probably. Are you?” She nods. We both sit next to each other during the games and make the biggest most embarrassing signs ever. “How’s Mark?” Umm. Ok straight to it then. “He’s good. I still have no clue what we are though.” I say honestly. “ He’ll come around. I just know it.” Maybe she will.

After about 3 hours, Mark found me and said,” Hey. You wanna head out? I’ve got something for you back at the house.” I nod and grab his hand so he can lead me out. “Did you have fun?” He asks. “Yeah. I did. I just for some reason can’t shake this feeling, you know.” He nods and takes my hand in his. “It’s ok. I’m here for you.” My heart flutters.

“Here close your eyes. I got you a surprise!” Mark says excitedly. “Uh ok.” I responded. I put my hands over my eyes and waited. I can hear his feet stomp against the hard wood and his bedroom door open. Soon after I hear him say,” Open your eyes beautiful!” I’m met with the sight of my favorite candies, some sodas, and then an envelope. “I know the other stuff isn’t the most, but open the envelope. Trust me. You’ll like it.” I blush at the fact he’s got me all this. I open the envelope and am met with 2 plane tickets back home. “You did all of this? For me?” He nods. “Well there’s more. I know I’ve only known you for five months, but y/n I feel like I’ve known you forever. I got this feeling around the 1 month mark of our friendship. I really like you. I’ve been too afraid to tell you, but I just had to. Y/n will you do me the honor and be my girlfriend?” I’m in shock. He wants me! “Of course Mark!!” I grab him by the neck and pull him to a hug. “Let me guess the second ticket is for you?” I ask him. “How’d you know.” He says jokingly. “You’ve already met my family. I want to meet you as your boyfriend.” I giggle and place my lips on his. “You're the most amazing girl I’ve ever met. I would do anything for you. I want to see your family, and see you happy again. I want to do everything I can for you baby. What ever is going on back home. I’ll be there next to you to face it. I promise.” Tears start to fall down my face. “Really all for me?” I ask. “Y/n don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” I laugh with tears still streaming down my face. “Mark this is a good cry. This. All of this. It makes me so extremely happy I can even express how I feel. Thank you!” I grab him by the neck once again and inbrace him in a hug. “You’re the best. Thank you so so much!” He pulls away and says,” So your sure your not sad?” I giggle and give him a peck on the lips. “Yep! I’m sure.” He grins and says,”Well I guess where going to Illinois!” Yes we are.

So I have a lot of works in progress so be expecting more soon 😜

#hockey #michigan #michigan hockey #umich boys #umich wolverines #umich hockey #mark estapa #mark estapa blurb

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ok! As a counter for that last ask! Cause I think Percy would never forget Nico even if he s intoxicated to his last brain cell or mind whipped by Juno!!! I propose this version (which is hilarious to me may I add) 😆:

Nico, trying to get a drunk Percy to the car (or to a dark corner to shadow jump) : c'mon dear we gotta get you home-

Percy who's completely plastered: GET YOUR WHORE HANDS OFF ME!!! I HAVE A FUCKING BOYFRIEND!

Nico: ... I am extremely proud and offended at the same time.

[Anon means this drabble]

Nico entered the bar carefully, trying to not draw any attention to himself.

He had recieved an IM from Jason from the bar's very dirty bathroom so he could pick up Percy, who had apparently fallen victim to Leo's pranks and spiked cocktails.

He would have let it run its course if not for Percy saying way too loudly, "Jay! I'm starting to think that Margarita Sunrise lied about being a virgin!" before an embarrassed son of Jupiter ended the connection.

"Nico!" Jason called him looking relieved. "Thank the gods, your boyfriend is out of control!"

"Hi, Jason," Nico shouted to be heard over the loud music. "The place looks very unflooded, how bad could it really be?"

"Well..."

"—And believe me, I met Misery, and you reek it!" He heard the love of his life say behind him. He turned around to see him talking to a man built like a fridge, who looked more and more displeased by the second. "With some luck, you'll see that happiness is not found at the bottom of a bottle."

And then the unthinkable happened. The man's eyes welled up in tears and he hugged Percy. Nico turned to look at Jason, who just massaged his temples.

"He already made Leo cry too," he said. "And three other people, including the bouncer who tried to throw him out for dragging the mood down."

Nico sighed and approached Percy, who stumbled unfocused and said, "Hokay! Who's next?"

"Hey, caro," he greeted, giving him his best disarming smile. Percy blinked and looked him up and down.

"Pretty..." he mumbled, making Nico smile.

"You're very drunk, aren't you?"

"...Maybe a bit," he admitted after a few seconds. He leaned in close as if he was about to whisper, but kept the same volume as he said, "Don't tell anyone, but I think someone spiked my drink!"

Nico chuckled. Of course drunk Percy was adorable.

"Come on, I better get you home so you can sleep off the—"

"Woah, woah!" Percy took a step back holding his hands up to prevent Nico from grabbing him. "Hands off, pretty boy!"

"Percy, what are—?"

"Don't touch me with your sexy hands, you hussy! I have a boyfriend!"

A million thoughts went through Nico's brain as he tried to understand what Percy had just said. From the fact that Percy didn't recognize him, yet still seemed loyal to him, to the fact that he had called him a hussy.

"Hussy?" Was all he could say. Percy frowned.

"Yeah, who else would go to bars, looking all attractive and tempting, and picking up guys, strumpet!" Percy crossed his arms. "But I have my Nico, and he's a thousand times better than you could ever hope to be!"

Nico blinked.

"I... have never been so flattered and offended at the same time," Nico managed to get out. Percy looked away. "What if I take you to your Nico? Preferably before you bring out the thessaurus for more words for escorts."

The idea made Percy smile. He nodded and held out his hand.

"No touching below the waist though... or above, ar anywhere but my hand!" he warned. Nico rolled his eyes and nodded. Percy seemed satisfied and looked behind him. "Bye Jay! This tramp will take me to Nico!"

Nico turned to see his friend trying hard to hold his laughter. He glared before taking Percy's hand and shoving him into the darkest corner.

He wasn't sure if he should congratulate or chew out Percy the next day, but he was certain that Jason would face his wrath come morning.

#Percico #my writing #ask #anonymous #writing prompt

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Pretend this has a valid title.

I just noticed that I make Keith cry really often. Huh.

And there's more kissing! What's going on?

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Click.

Keith and Lance stare in horror at their wrists to see them handcuffed together.

They had just been arguing about something stupid, Keith isn't even sure what the topic is, and apparently Pidge has had enough.

"If you two are going to yell at each other, then you can do it like this. Now shut your face-holes."

They stared each other down. Lance sighed and shifted to hold Keith's hand loosely. "Ugh, Fine. I'll try to be decent if you try too."

Lance's grip on Keith's hand brings back old memories.

Lance is standing outside of Keith's door, his hair is tousled like he's been running, and he holds a bouquet of red roses to big it hides his face from view.

Keith can't help the fond smile that comes to his face.

Lance has been asking him out for months, each try more extravagant than the last. Judging from the fairly simple flowers, he seems to have finally realized that Keith prefers small gestures rather than large gifts.

Keith sees blue eyes peek over the top of the blossoms.

"Please Keith. Just one try? You know you want some of this."

Lance gestures to himself, and Keith lets a small chuckle leave his lips. (what? no, of course Keith didn't giggle, he's a very masculine guy, nope, never, be quiet).

Keith can't deny the fact that he's had a crush on Lance for a while. It's hard not to admire someone so sure of himself, someone who carries himself like he rules the world, someone who could befriend anyone. Keith doesn't know why Lance wants him of all people.

"One try is all you get."

It has been about 9 months since Keith agreed to go out with Lance.

"Why do you always push me away? I get that you miss Shiro, but I'm only trying to help!"

"I don't want your help! I can deal with this myself!"

"That's what you say about everything! Have you ever thought that maybe I like helping you? That I want to see you happy instead of constantly alone and heartbroken? Please, Keith." "

Lance. Just drop it."

"No! You need help! The sooner you accept that, the sooner we can work past this."

"Lance! Just-just leave me alone. This isn't something you can fix with charming words and a smile!"

"Is that all you think I am? Nothing but a people pleaser? I thought you knew me better than that, but I guess not. Goodbye Keith. I'm done."

The first time Lance sends a Keith in his direction, it feels like a knife to the heart. Hunk has distanced himself from Keith too.

Keith is all alone again, and just like always, there's no one to blame but himself.

Keith snaps back to the present. He stares at the ground and wills his hot tears to go away.

"Yeah. Sure. It's just for a bit anyway."

It is not just for a bit. When they go to Pidge and show her that they're getting along, she searches all of her drawers and comes up with only a handful of candy wrappers.

"Ummmm... So I have bad news and good news. Bad: I lost the key. But, hey, at least now you can bond a bit more!"

They both groan at the same time, and the whip around to glare at each other. They forget how close they are thanks to the handcuffs, and bonk noses.

All day, they struggle for control over where they go and how the do things. Thankfully, they don't have to feed each other. That would be annoying.

The night cycle starts, and Pidge still can't find the keys. She looks genuinely guilty, and scurries around the castle looking everywhere.

Finally, Hunk has an idea.

"Hey, you know that spinning blade saw we have in the engineering room? It's made to bust through Altean meatal. We try that."

And now Lance and Keith are standing with both of their hands only inches away from a wicked looking blade.

Even with its incredible power, the saw is very slow, and Pidge tells them they have about 5 minutes before the chain breaks.

"So.. today wasn't bad," Keith mutters.

Lance glares at him harshly. "Yeah? Well maybe someone should have handcuffed us together 2 years ago!"

Keith recoils. Lance feels a sliver of guilt for the wounded look in his eyes.

"I- I'm just trying to say that I'm sorry. You were right. You usually are, we both know I can't use my head when it matters."

Lance scoffs. "No dip. If the past couple of years have shown anything, it's that we don't mix well. I mean, we've had a rivalry for a while."

Keith's eyes flash, and all of the sadness leaves them.

"Seriously? There never was a rivalry, Lance! It's all in your head! I went along with it because that's the only way you would let me close to you! Everyone has noticed, it's just you who can't get it into your thick head that I never moved on. Don't you get it? I love you, Lance! I never stopped loving you!"

There's angry tears flowing down Keith's reddened face, and he spits the words out like they are fire. There is a loud snap as the chain breaks, and Keith immediately bolts out.

The rest of the paladins, who have been silent throughout Keith's whole confession stare in shock. Hunk and Shiro are the only ones who have prior knowledge of Keith and Lance's relationship, and Shiro left on the Kerberos mission before he could learn the extent of Keith's feelings.

"That was... intense. Maybe you shou-"

Lance races out of the room before he can hear the end of Hunk's sentence.

Please, please, please.

Lance can't miss this chance, Keith will never open up to him like this again.

He sees the Keith running down like there's a weblum after him. Anyone else would have been left in his dust, but Lance has long gazelle legs and ran track for 5 years.

He tackles Keith to the ground, and they both grunt at the impact.

Lance ends up on top of Keith, and he fights the boy pinning him to the ground until Lance stares at him with pleading, watery eyes.

Lance does what he does best. He rambles.

"I’m sorry, I was stupid, you were stupid, we were both stupid! I’ve always loved you and I’d fight the world for you, defy death and gravity, handcuff myself to you so I never have to let go. I’d kiss you at the altar, I’d trade anything and everything for you, I’d spray paint the side of the garrison with our initials surrounded by a big, disgusting pink heart"

They both laugh at that like it’s an old memory they both share, which, knowing them, it probably is. Lance continues.

"I’d kiss the air out of your lungs, I’d take you anywhere, I’d destroy anyone who dares to harm you. I shouldn't have left you, you're worth so much more than one fight! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgive you, so can you please forgive me? Keith, you don't know how much I wan-"

Keith grabs his shirt collar and kisses him hard. Lance lowers himself off of his arms and lays completely on the raven below him.

When they break apart, Keith lets out a disbelieving laugh.

"Guess what? You finally bested me. Your confession was much better than mine."

"Because thou art my truest love!"

"Ew, never do that again."

they don't notice the team until Allura's giggle sounds out from further down the hall. They are watching them with expressions that range from teasing disgust to megashipper freakout.

Allura has been recording the whole thing, and Pidge will most definitely be playing that at their wedding.

#klance #vld #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #voltron #lance mcclain #lance vld #keith vld #vld keith #tawny post

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Oyuba'din - Chapter 22: Sleepless

Summary: Tech fights against a natural urge, leading the rest of the squad to worry.

Warnings: trauma, trauma response, self inflicted sleep deprivation, mention of past torture, mention of nightmares

Author's Note: oh Tech, my poor little blorbo. and btw Tech's sleepy talk is based on how I apparently sound once my meds kick in so fun fact, I guess? lol enjoy!

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“What are you doing?” Jaine’s voice cut through the silence of the darkened cockpit.

Tech sighed from underneath the main control panel. “Repairs,” he replied, mumbling out a quiet “obviously.”

“Well, I knew that,” she chuckled, rolling her eyes. “I meant to ask why you’re doing repairs instead of sleeping?”

His motions paused for a moment. “You have a tendency to forget that, as clones, we were engineered to require less sleep than an average human such as yourself.”

“Tech, you’ve been awake for nearly two days,” she whispered, concern creeping into her voice.

“I am fine.”

“Don’t make me sic Wrecker on you,” Jaine warned with a chuckle.

“You will not,” he answered confidently. “It’s not as though you could wake him anyway.”

He heard her sigh. He tried not to let it penetrate the shields he constantly put up whenever she was near.

“Well, I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to,” she said. “But as your medic, I will recommend that you get some sleep. I brought you some of your tea. Hunter’s due to start on watch soon, maybe go to bed when he gets up?”

“I have heard your suggestion, and I will put it to use as I see fit. Go back to bed.”

Jaine almost shivered with the edge of ice in his tone. She tried to smile at him as she wished him a good night and set the mug on the control panel, but he didn’t pull himself from his work to see her anyway. With another soft sigh, she headed back to the medbay.

She slid the door open, slumping down into a chair.

“He’s still not sleeping?”

She jumped a little.

“Kriff, Crosshair!”

He chuckled. “Such language,” he scolded.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” she asked, her eyes rolling.

“You left,” he explained, although it came out something more akin to a whine.

Jaine chuckled. “What, you can’t sleep without me?”

“I can; I just don’t want to.”

Jaine crawled back into the bunk and pressed up against Crosshair, who let out a content sigh.

“Why does he hate me?”

Crosshair’s heart sank a little at the little sniffle Jaine tried to hide. “I don’t think he hates you.”

“I know I hurt everyone, but I’m doing my best to fix it and I think everyone else has forgiven me,” she whimpered, the tears flowing steadily now. “What can I do? How can I earn his trust back?”

“It’ll just take some time, cyare,” Crosshair hummed, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. “He can be a little…stubborn.”

She scoffed through her tears. “You’re one to talk.”

“He is my twin,” he chuckled, gently brushing back a stray red lock from her face. “Just be patient; he’ll come around.”

“You can’t be serious,” Echo groaned.

“I am,” Hunter shrugged as he poured Echo another cup of caf.

“Not at all?”

“Not a wink!”

“He didn’t like to sleep much when we were kids,” Wrecker noted.

“Yeah, not much,” Hunter countered. “But this is not at all.”

The three shared matching expressions of concern and frustration.

“Caf?” Crosshair asked, strolling into the small galley.

“Mornin’ to you too, Cross,” Wrecker chuckled, nudging Echo’s ribs a little harder than he probably should have.

Hunter tipped his head to gesture to the fresh pot of caf. Crosshair nodded a silent thank you as he got two mugs down.

Echo made a nearly inaudible click-click with his tongue, grabbing Hunter’s attention, who looked over at him, confused.

He looked at Crosshair, then at the door of the medbay, raising his eyebrows in question.

Hunter scowled skeptically, giving a small shake of his head.

“What?” Wrecker half-whispered.

Both men gave him a look they hoped said “please shut up”, but Wrecker just looked more uncertain.

“What?” Wrecker asked again, defensively.

“You’re all idiots,” Crosshair chuckled, taking both mugs with him as he returned to the medbay.

Echo gestured towards the sniper as he walked away, giving Hunter a look of disbelief.

Hunter was really doing his best not to get irritable. “I’m just saying that-”

“You’re ‘just’ trying to order me to bed,” Tech deadpanned from his awkward spot deep in the paneling of the ship. “I have clearly told you that I am fine.”

Hunter sighed. “Tech, we-”

He was cut off as Tech began to hammer at something, a series of loud clangs silencing him as his hands flew up to cover his ears.

“Cheap move, osi’kovid!” Hunter called as he left the area.

When Tech was sure Hunter had retreated, he poked his head out of the panel. Seeing that his brother had left, he let out a sigh of relief.

“You are a shithead,” Crosshair drawled, vaguely startling his twin.

“What do you want, Crosshair?”

“I want you to get your head out of your ass,” Crosshair growled. “I want you to get some damn rest. I want you to stop avoiding Jaine.”

Tech scoffed. “I am not-”

“Yes, you are! You haven’t slept in four days! You’re hardly eating and I’m pretty sure you don’t have any blood left in your system, just terrible instant caf.”

“I sleep and eat as necessary. If I needed to do either, I would. What is your issue?” Tech snapped.

“My issue?” Crosshair seethed. “Look, if you want to drive yourself to your own death be my guest, but I won’t apologize for trying to make sure my brother survives his own brain. We care about you, Tech, but if you refuse to see that, fine.”

Crosshair threw his hands up in defeat as he skulked out of the hall, leaving Tech to sink down into one of the chairs.

“Tech?” Echo called, searching the ship’s cargo bay. “Hey, the others are going out for supplies. Just you and me for a bit; wanna find something to eat?”

Echo listened, but heard no response. Sighing, he made his way to the cockpit. Not finding Tech there, he walked over to a control panel that Tech had yet to put back in place.

Echo surveyed the wires and hoses, choosing one that looked important, and giving it a good yank. Immediately, an alarm started to go off and Echo heard the telltale clang of a tool hitting the floor, followed by a string of curses in varying languages.

He took a seat in the copilot’s chair, and waited. He heard rushed footsteps and only bothered to look up once Tech rushed into the cockpit.

“What in the hell is wrong with you?” he hissed, glaring at Echo as he reattached the wires Echo had pulled.

“Funny, that’s what I was going to ask you,” Echo shrugged.

“I cannot comprehend how I can possibly make the lot of you understand that I am-”

“Yeah, you’re ‘fine’, I got it,” Echo waved him off. “Anyway, I need your help.”

“With what could you possibly need my help?” Tech rolled his eyes.

“Just answer a question for me,” Echo said.

“Alright,” Tech replied cautiously.

“Tion'tuur kelir gar nartimir at sushir at gar vode?” [When will you start listening to your brothers?]

Echo’s expression was neutral, but his eyes burned into Tech’s, who blinked at him a few times.

“See, the last time I asked you something in Mando’a, you answered immediately, no hesitation,” Echo mused. “Interesting, right? Maker, do you even know what I said?”

Tech scowled. Was he really missing things? How many tasks had he completed in the past few hours? How many would have to be checked for error?

“Look, Tech,” Echo said, leaning towards him. “I’ll give you two options.”

“And what exactly are these ‘options’?”

“You’re going to go to sleep; we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“You’re going to force me to go to bed?” Tech asked, his eyes scanning his brother for any hint of a bluff, and finding none.

Echo shrugged. “Only if you make me.”

Tech didn’t find many people intimidating. He knew he was smarter than most others; he was engineered to be a genius. But Echo? He was the exception.

Before Tech had actually met him, he already had a high level of respect for Echo. He was an ARC Trooper and, when he did meet him, he had endured some of the most vile tortures Tech had heard of, yet he was still kind, still funny, still hopeful.

Even though he and Tech had gotten closer - and had a tendency to mess with one another - Tech still admired Echo, and yes, he was a little intimidated still.

Looking at him now, Echo’s pale eyes showed nothing but fierce determination with an underlying layer of concern.

“‘The hard way’, as you put it, would be a sedative, I presume?” Tech said after a few moments.

“Yep.”

“And ‘the easy way’?”

“Jaine’s tea. She made some before they left.”

Tech seemed to consider this, staring at the floor with his brow furrowed.

“She’s really worried, you know?” Echo continued. “I mean, obviously all of us are worried, but she’s kind of a mess right now. Crosshair basically had to drag her off the ship to get her mind off …well, you know.”

Tech’s eyes shot up to Echo’s. “‘Get her mind off’ what?”

Echo scoffed. “You, dumbass. She’s been doing nothing but thinking about how she could help you and pestering the rest of us to talk to you. And you have been avoiding and ignoring her.”

A wave of guilt washed over him. Had he really been so ignorant?

“She blames herself,” Echo said after a few more moments of Tech’s stunned silence. “I can’t see how any of this could be her fault directly, but she thinks it is.”

“She blames- but that is ridiculous,” Tech sputtered, ignoring the way his cheeks heated. “Of course she is not at fault; she has nothing to do with it.”

“‘Nothing’, huh? Interesting,” Echo said, getting up and walking towards the medbay. Tech followed him.

“What is?”

“Hm? Oh, just that you think your nightmares have nothing to do with her,” Echo shrugged as he poured a mug of the tea. “And you’re not sleeping because you’re avoiding the nightmares.”

“My night- how did you-”

“I’m not an idiot, Tech. I’d already figured it out before Crosshair told me. And Hunter. And Wrecker.”

Tech sighed as he took the tea from Echo’s outstretched hands. He must be tired. “I still don’t see how the nightmares about my training could have anything to do with Jaine.”

“Man, you are out of it. From what the others told me, you basically had any strong emotion trained out of you, right?”

Tech blinked at him, slowly starting to see the pieces falling into place. He idly wondered if this was how normal people thought.

“You saw your brother - hell, your twin - make a move on a woman you’re deeply interested in, and saw her reciprocate; that’s bound to stir up some strong emotions.”

“I am not-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re ‘not interested’ in her,” Echo scoffed. “You keep pretending to believe that.”

They fell into silence as Tech began to sip the tea. Echo was watching him, but he was becoming fidgety.

“We should probably head to your bunk,” Echo suggested, watching as Tech’s eyelids became harder to keep open.

“Nonsense,” Tech yawned, already starting to recline on the exam table.

“That can’t be comfortable,” Echo insisted, grabbing the mug that was slowly drooping. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

“Hm? Nn…can’t,” the sleep dripping into Tech’s voice was starting to make Echo chuckle. “Too many…things.”

“Things?” Echo chuckled, already moving to grab an extra blanket from the cabinet.

“Mmmmhm…’speriments.”

“Alright, buddy. Get some rest.”

When Tech’s breath finally leveled out and he stopped the incoherent mumbling, Echo breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out his comm, typing out a quick message to Jaine.

“Mission: Success.”

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Over the Edge

Mike is being bullied by the associates and Louis, but stubbornly keeps silent about it. Until Harvey walks in on it happening and snaps, making Mike realize he has a support system in him and Donna. Protection. A family.

@ the anon who requested this, I hope it is what you meant :D

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Ships: none

Warnings: bullying

(Don’t read if you love Louis. I know I also love Louis and I am aware of this contradiction. However, what makes Louis great is that at heart, he is a piece of shit. And while I love that about him, I can also employ this for Mike angst, so I did.)

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One would think that bullying is the a thing that ends in high school, while hazing stops at the frat houses and other clubs in college. However, it turns out that a law firm is just the place all these assholes end up and their bullshit is actively encouraged by competitiveness that keeps a place like this rolling at the speed it does.

So, here Mike is, between a bunch of preppy dickhead who have never had to face any consequences for their actions. Who have always had it all and have always been told they’re the best thing that ever happened to the world and no one is better than them.

And apparently Mike is their confrontation with the fact that they are no longer the bestest boys in the class… Just his luck.

The first day is a shock, because, yeah, he expected it to be difficult, he’s pretending he has a degree he doesn’t for god’s sake, but he didn’t think it would be made difficult on purpose just because he showed his face.

On top of that, it’s not just his co-associates, who – in some sick bid for the top – try to undermine him by piling work on him, tripping him up or screwing him over. It’s Louis too.

Louis isn’t the main bully, but he almost could be. If Mike was a target like Harold is, he probably would have just quit, but instead he isn’t and Louis just watches on from his throne of associate tears. And it’s a challenge.

It starts already on that same horrid first day, where Harvey nearly fires him and leaves him for that hounds that present themselves as associates, when Louis calls him into his office and threatens to fire him, before pressuring him into a drug test that he later uses to blackmail him.

The fact that such a terrible conduct is allowed without reprimand, says a lot about the atmosphere at Pearson Hardman.

Yet, Mike is smart, he can figure out the game easily.

All the associates are Louis’ domain, while Harvey rules glitz side of the firm. They both do their work and like two bulls are in constant headlock with each other. The associates try to suck up to Louis, who can make their life hell or move them up on the ladder, while Mike is there as an interloper for the other team. They treat him like he has infiltrated their ranks. Like he is the ‘them’ in ‘us vs. them’ even though all of them suck up to Harvey too.

Maybe, Mike thinks upon further reflection, that is part two of the associate’s reasoning. Harvey is the glitz, the thing they all want to be, the top dog that has an in with Jessica and is adored by all the clients who pay the most.

Harvey is the man.

And they all want to be on his radar as the potential next man. They want him to teach them, to rise them up from Louis’ cube farm into the world they went to law school for.

But Harvey isn’t like Louis. Harvey doesn’t want their desperate attempts. Harvey hates the way they buzz around him. Harvey doesn’t have time for them, or any associate for that matter. And yet, Harvey makes an exception for Mike.

Mike is what they want to be. He holds Harvey’s favor in a way no one else does and they hate him for it. Because they are jealous. And what better way is there to cope with that jealousy if not to take Louis’ side and help to make his miserable?

So, it was apparently decided in his first few weeks working there that he is to be their favourite and primary target.

However, as Mike stated before, it is also a challenge. It is asking how long he can hold out for, how well he can work under their pressure, if he will break. And Mike refuses to break.

He has dragged himself up from the streets, scammed his way into one of the most prestigious law firms and got himself into a better life and if Mike has to fight to stay there, then he fucking will, because he has earned this spot. He has the smarts and endurance for it and he will not let a bunch of assholes take the best thing that has ever happened to him away from him.

Besides, it’s not like it is all bad. Working with Harvey is great. The man might be a bit of a hardass, but not in a bad way. He’ll leave Mike to sink or swim, but he will also praise him if something goes well, trusts him to come through in the end, joke around when they can, believe in Mike and be his friend.

Donna is also a good part of working at Pearson Hardman. She is as smart as a whip, funny and there for Mike if he needs help, though also unafraid to him to go to hell. He fucking adores Donna to pieces.

Rachel is a nice thing too. She’s pretty and smart and Mike likes her, but she is also his coworker and he needs the sanctuary that is her office too much to make a move. Not to mention her gigantic help in navigating Pearson Hardman.

So, he is both too stubborn and too happy with where he is to give and roll over just because of a few dicks are harassing him. It’s just part of the game and Mike is willing to play.

Still, some days he wishes he was still a bike delivery boy, where the worst thing that happened to him on a daily basis was rich guys yelling at him for being late, after which he could go and get high and forget about it all.

Such a day is today.

He comes in to find his chair disassembled and the screws on his desk. For a second he just stands there and looks, ignoring the snickers around him. He wants to sigh, maybe scream in frustration, but refuses to give them the satisfaction.

Instead, he internalizes it all, puts his stuff down and gets a screwdriver out of his bag. He put that in there when they took the top of his desk and is glad for that decision now. He looses half an hour to the task, but he manages and ignores them all some more as he gets to work.

When Harvey comes by a while later, indignant about the unfinished paperwork, he bites his tongue and swallows the accusing comments burning in his throat. He just apologetically smiles at Harvey and says: “Gimme 30 minutes?”

“You get 15,” Harvey informs him, sweeping out of the cube farm again. “Make it snappy, we have a deposition to get to.”

Mike nods and calls back something vaguely agreeable as he sees some of the other associates look at him evilly. The vultures are all delighted that Harvey came to scold his golden boy, that they prevented him from being on time. That he did something wrong.

A deep breath and Mike pushes it away. He has work to finish and while they have no problem in inconveniencing him, none of them dare to give him a reason to say that he would have been done on time if it were not for him as they accidentally sabotage Harvey. They all want his favor too much for that.

So, he quickly finishes the last of his paperwork and rushes upstairs to his deposition, hoping that when he comes back they haven’t messed with his stuff again.

Luckily, they haven’t, but they aren’t leaving him alone either. Messing with his stuff isn’t the end of it, they’re all good enough with words to use that against him and if he weren’t so used to playground bullies, this would be harder.

“Hi there, Ross,” Kyle is waiting for him when he gets back, his stupid smug face contorted into an equally smug smirk. “Did daddy come scold you? Work too much?”

There are chuckles around them as the associates follow Kyle’s lead. Mike in turn just rolls his eyes and says: “No, actually. It was fine. Now, if you’re done slacking off, I have actual work to do,” as he pushes his way to his desk, trying not to mind how he’s being jostled.

“If you were ever on time, then you might be finished on time for once,” Kyle tells him.

Now, Mike knows he runs the longest hours out of all the associates, often the last to go home. He also knows that mornings are harder for him and that despite the fact that he leaves his apartment before they do, his bike and where he lives will always make him the last one there. Nothing to do about that, so he ignores the jab and hates how it gives them time to fuck over his workspace.

Still, he has mastered letting go, so that is what he does when he gets to his desk and gets back to work. The paperwork providing an easy escape from that shitty cubicle surrounded by even shittier people.

And so life goes on. His pens and markers go missing, so he now has a fucking pencil case, he takes his bag to lunch after it was filled with jello and makes sure to leave nothing important on his desk, since he knows that it won’t stay there.

Harvey raises a brow when he first starts to show up with a heavy (too heavy) bag slung over his shoulder, but he shrugs it off.

This is as much of a power game than it is just survival. They think he is a prettyboy, who thinks he is better than them and deserves to have things handed to him (goes to show how little they actually know him). Having Harvey intervene will make all their shitty words true.

Because, yeah, it doesn’t stop at fucking with his shit. As he said before, they’re all smart and good with words. There is a reason this is the next generation of corporate lawyers in New York. They all didn’t graduate Harvard on money (getting in is another story).

Sadly, they have also all chosen to use that skill to make Mike’s life miserable. Of course, he is used to being bullied – middle and high school jump to mind – but these pricks know how to make it hurt.

Mike doesn’t even know how he gave away the daddy and mommy comments get to him, but they have certainly caught on. He is not telling them he’s an orphan. He refuses. Even if that might make those comments stop, he’s not letting them have something so personal, for all he knows they’ll only double down. These bastards have no heart.

They have also figured out, he hates it when they make fun of his intelligence, belittling his actual ability and acting as if he is just a baby, because they either don’t believe it or are jealous of it. He knows he should be used to it, but it just brings back memories and he often can’t help but defend himself, which they only think is even more hilarious.

At this point Mike is only surprised it hasn’t turned physical yet.

And all throughout it, Louis watches. The associates often stop when he is around, because they don’t want to seem childish. However, Mike has seen Louis in the background when they’re shitting on him, always that shitty, vile smile on his face.

He doesn’t know if he hates the associates’ sad attempt to gain his favor or the fact that it is working more.

The only nice thing of the associates is that they can’t push more work on him without doing something in turn, because they’ll be responsible in the end and Mike can just not do it. With Louis he doesn’t have that luxury and the man delights in piling more work on him than should be possible, just to see if he can do it or will crumble.

So far he hasn’t crumbled yet and he is not planning on it.

Mike, therefore, finds himself at midnight still in the offices, accompanied by a single light as his eyes burn, the letters nearly blurring before him. This is not the first night this week he has spend like this and he’s sure the physical toll on his body this has will catch up with him at some point, but he isn’t there yet, so he stubbornly works on.

He finally throws it on Louis’ desk at 1:00 AM, going home to wake up four hours later and to do it all again.

When he accompanies Harvey to a meeting the man sends him a questioning and – dare he say it – concerned look. Mike attempts to ignore it and Harvey seems to let it go. It is something Mike is grateful for it, but it doesn’t take long when he falls asleep in the car on the way back.

“Are you okay?” Harvey asks when Mike finally wakes up after it took an embarrassingly long time to hear his name from the land of slumber.

“Yeah,” Mike sighs, knowing he isn’t very convincing.

Harvey levels him a look and in a warning tone, he says: “Mike.”

For a split second Mike considers spilling to Harvey. The man hates Louis enough that he will make a fight out of it, but that’s just what he has been trying to avoid. He can deal with Louis by himself, he doesn’t need the help.

He just returns the look and says: “Harvey,” in the same tone.

Harvey sighs and rolls his eyes. “Don’t get smart with me. What’s going on with you?”

“Just a lot of work,” Mike shrugs. “Had to stay late yesterday.”

“I don’t have that many cases right now,” Harvey frowns.

“And you are also not the only employee at Pearson Hardman,” Mike points out, cutting off Harvey’s indignant reply before it go form. “Despite what you think I still have work besides yours and I can’t just duck that like you can. I’m a measly associate, remember?”

For a moment Harvey (honest to god) sulks, then says: “Whatever. Tell me if it gets too much or Louis is being a dick. Well, more of a dick then normal.”

“Course,” Mike lies with a smile, stepping off the elevator at his own floor.

“That looked friendly.” He is greeted the moment he steps into the cube farm. “Little father-son bonding. How cozy.”

“Shut up.” Mike is too tired to deal with this right now.

“What is it, Ross?” Kyle, the ringleader, asks. “Getting too much for you? Need to run to daddy for a little kiss to make it better?”

“God, can you seriously stop,” Mike explodes. “I have fucking work to do and no time for this nonsense.”

“Oef, someone is grumpy,” Kyle tuts, then turns to the others with a menacing grin. “Probably missed his afternoon nap,” earning him snickers from the crowd witnessing it.

The urge to throw hands with Kyle is growing with every day, but Mike manages to fight it off today as he makes it way to his chair. He throws himself into it, filled with exhaustion, for once not checking. So, naturally it falls apart under him as he crashes to the floor, making the snickers turn into outright laughter.

Mike feels the urge to cry in his eyes. He is just so exhausted and wants this all to stop. He has done nothing to these people, yet they feel the need to torment him and he’s just so sick of it.

However, he hears their laughter and turns the warring emotions to anger and internalizes it as he repairs his chair again, ignoring the mocking grins. He isn’t going to let them get to him. He’s just not.

And so the weeks carry on again.

Louis is continuing to pile work on Mike, who is slowly cracking and refusing to break. In the hard the moments though, Mike wonders how long he can take the mental strain these hours are putting on him.

Meanwhile, the other associates don’t leave them alone for a moment. At first it was just a few of them, but Kyle has gotten everyone on his side over the months that Mike has worked there.

They continue breaking his stuff, making him scramble not to be late, force him to drag all his stuff around and go on degrading and humiliating him where they can.

Today, started relatively okay. Louis has a giant case, which means everybody is too busy for taking apart furniture and he has mastered keeping his stuff at him, so that isn’t an easy target anymore. On top of that, he is extra on guard after they got his bag while he was in the bathroom yesterday.

So, it’s going pretty well for the morning. He gets through his work for Harvey and his stuff is there when he gets back. Which is a win.

He does have to decline going with Harvey to a meeting, which is a tragedy and – looking back – it is the beginning of the end for that day. He knows that sounds dramatic, but he thinks he’s allowed some annoyed hyperbole.

“The files you asked for,” he says coming in like he is allowed to do that. And he is, which gives him the ego boosts he needs to get through the day, remembering Harvey’s disgusted look and how Kyle shrunk back when the other associate tried to talk to the man in the hallways. Especially since he then turned back to Mike to finish their conversation about Rocky.

“Ah, great,” Harvey takes them. “Took you long enough. Come on. The meeting is in an hour, so I have time to catch you up.”

Mike stops, hesitates, then tentatively asks: “Am I necessary at the meeting?”

“What?” Harvey practically laughs disbelievingly.

“Uhm, yeah, there is this bank case and finance is drowning,” Mike tries to avoid mentioning Louis, though that is pretty hard. “Every associate has been put on it. I still have piles on my desk and I really need all the time I can get.” What he doesn’t say is that his pile is nearly twice as big as all the others.

“It’s Louis, isn’t it.” Of course Harvey picked up on that. “He’s an asshole.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Mike jokes, hoping it will buy him enough good graces.

“I don’t know why you still do his work,” Harvey says idly. “You work for me, he knows that. He is just doing it to piss me off, I swear.”

No shit, Mike thinks, but all he says is: “He is also my boss according to the bylaws, Harvey. Just because you’ve never read them, doesn’t mean it’s not there. And Lemmin Inc. is a well paying client.”

“Tsk, I don’t need to read the bylaws, I wrote them. And Lemmin Inc. is as dirty as they come, I don’t know why Louis keeps them on.”

“Then it’s your own fault I’m stuck doing Louis’ work,” Mike scores a point in their verbal sparring. “Besides, I’m too far down the ladder to comment on clients, take it up with Jessica if you’re truly bothered.”

Harvey gives him a look, then grins and shakes his head. “You’re annoying. Now, go. Do your work. I can live without you if you really think Louis’ work is so important.

Mike manages to hide the sigh of relief as he says his goodbye and leaves the office. Once outside he greets Donna again, who suddenly stops him. “Mike?”

“Yeah?” he asks as he turns around questioningly.

“Are you okay?” Donna frowns, concern lacing her brows.

“What, yeah,” Mike semi-lies. He feels exhausted and would rather throw himself out the window then return to work, but that has become normal and overall, today could have been worse. He feels as fine as he has for weeks.

“You look tired,” she says. “Are you getting enough sleep?”

“I am, Donna,” Mike forces a smile onto his face. “Thanks though, but I’m fine. Lot of work right now, but this is just my face.”

“If you’re sure,” Donna doesn’t look convinced as she tells him that, but is mollified enough to let him go.

“Bye, Donna,” Mike waves, then quickly leaves.

He luckily comes back to the aforementioned win with all his stuff in its rightful place and immediately sets to drowning himself in work.

However, the fact that he lied to Donna, doesn’t make it true and the exhaustion is getting to him after all these weeks. So, no matter how hard he tries to focus on the work, to just keep going. He can’t. His eyes close against his will and before he knows it he is waking up after god knows how long asleep.

“Ah, I see you’ve finally decided to join us,” Louis’ voice wakes him.

Mike blinks blearily, trying to recall where he is and what’s going on as slowly all the amused and malicious faces of the associates and Louis come into focus. He blinks again, then groans: “Fuck. I’m sorry. What time is it?”

“3:30,” Louis tell him. So, he’s been asleep for less than twenty minutes. He still feels like he’s been hit by a bus and he has a crick in the neck, but he knows there is nothing except more work waiting for him.

“Sorry,” is all he says as he wipes the sleep from his eyes. “I’ll get right back to it.”

“Clean yourself up first, you look like a mess,” Louis says. Then he drops even more files on his desk. “And finish these. If you have time to sleep, you have time to work.”

Mike truly feels like crying at that point, but he’s too tired to do so and instead he just looks at the work with an empty, defeated stare.

“God, this is sad,” Kyle comments. “I feel like I kicked a puppy, but then a puppy wouldn’t deserve it. Now wash your face and stop dragging everyone down. We’re all busy.”

Before Mike can even begin to find the energy to fight Kyle, he notices that both Louis and Kyle mentioned him cleaning himself up. Looking in the black monitor of his laptop, he sees his own face and immediately wants to disappear even more.

There are doodles all over himself, including a penis and more cliches like that. He sighs, knowing the other associates they have pictures and he is almost impressed how much damage they did in those short minutes.

Defeated, he goes to the bathroom, knowing he can’t miss the time it will take to wash this off and hoping the water will wake him up enough to survive the rest of the day.

By this time Harvey is back and he hopes the other won’t find him like this or go looking for him when he isn’t at his desk, demanding an explanation when he does find him. The panic of Harvey finding out he’s being bullied like some sort of first grader only grows when the ink doesn’t come off with his frantic scrubbing.

He can’t go out looking like this, but he has so much to do. If he isn’t back at his desk soon, it will give Louis more to shit on him about. And he already is close to breaking.

Fuck!

He just wants to yell. To scream and let it all out. He is so done with it all. For a second the thought that he can just walk away crosses his mind and he considers it. Then he pushes it aside. Working with Harvey is still great. The cases are great. He loves this job. It is his dream and he is living it and he is refusing to be bullied away.

Mike is not letting them win.

His reflection nods determinedly back at himself. They’re not getting him today, on that his mind is made up. Now, he just has to guess who is more likely to carry make-up wipes with them, Donna or Rachel.

The moment he thinks it, the obvious answer of Donna is presented to him, he just didn’t want to face it yet, because this will probably get back to Harvey if he calls on Donna.

With a sigh he inspects his face again. He has to pick between his ego when Harvey finds out or not finishing his work. It’s not really a choice and he is glad he always takes all his stuff with him, because he has his phone on him and can call her.

“Hello? Why are you calling me, Mike?” Donna picks up confused.

“Can I ask you something and you not tell Harvey about it?” Mike starts, deciding it’s at least worth a try. Donna likes him, she might keep this secret.

“What?” Donna replies. Before she gets over the statement and says: “Depends on what you’re asking.”

That is more than he hoped for, so he keeps his fingers crossed and hopes for the best: “Can you bring makeup wipes to the bathroom near the cube farm?”

There is a silence for a moment, then Donna says: “Why do you think I have one?”

“Do- Do you not?” Mike asks, not seeing that coming. He was so confident in his guess too.

“No, I do,” Donna flippantly says. “Just wondering why you would assume.”

“You’re Donna,” Mike shrugs, the simple answer feeling like enough.

“Well, you are right about that.” Donna sounds flattered. Then her voice changes to something more serious as she asks: “Why do you need one?”

And now comes the difficult part, because he doesn’t want to worry Donna more (she obviously was already) and he doesn’t want Harvey to know. So, he is going to have to try to bring this in a way that undersells the whole thing, while also convincing Donna he needs the wipe.

“I have ink on my face and it’s not coming off,” Mike offers, going with something as vague as possible. “I once read makeup wipes help.”

“Ink?” Donna repeats.

“Yeah, it’s embarrassing enough as is,” and that isn’t even a lie. “Just come give me a wipe.”

“Alright,” Donna says, before there is a click as she hangs up on him.

In the time he waits, he tries scrubbing some more, hoping that the dick and the mustache will be gone by the time Donna comes. Though he is mostly scrubbing the ‘baby,’ as they have branded him on his forehead.

No such luck.

Donna comes bursting in and the ink is still as clearly legible as it was before. He startles as she does, having hoped she would knock and he could take the wipe without her seeing. He should have known she wouldn’t care about this being the men’s room.

At the sight of him, she stops. Her mouth widens a bit in shock and she takes a moment to collect herself. “When you said ink, I was imagining a few splotches. Not… this,” she says after a moment.

“I know,” Mike says. “That was the point.”

“What happened?” she asks.

“Nothing. Can I just have the wipe now,” Mike replies, hoping it will be enough.

“That doesn’t look like nothing.” But of course it isn’t. She steps forwards, still withholding the wipe as she inspects him. “Who did this?”

“It’s just a bit of hazing,” Mike says, not meeting her eyes. “You know how it is. It’s nothing, just a bit of mucking around.”

Donna raises an eyebrow that tells him, she doesn’t believe a word he is saying, so he just resorts to pleading: “Just give me the wipe, Donna. Please.”

Mike is clearly looking pathetic enough, because Donna’s face softens. She doesn’t give him the wipe, however, instead taking his chin in one hand and wiping his face with the other.

He is about to protest the treatment, when his mother doing this flashes through his mind. He knows that that should make him push her away even more, but he can’t bring himself to do so. The last weeks have just been so shitty that this sudden comfort soothes him and he can’t force himself to back away.

So, he just stands in that bathroom, unable to meet Donna’s eyes as she cleans his face from the vandalism that was done to him.

A part of him knows that if he tells Donna, she’ll crush Louis and this will be over. However, he also knows he can’t do that, because this is still a power game. He needs to prove himself to these people somehow, needs to show them that he is better, that he can endure.

If he tells Donna or Harvey and they go to fix it, it will only get worse. Then he is a snitch, who tattled, a pussy who couldn’t take it. A crybaby, who told mommy and daddy.

God, he hates how they get to him, but they do. And he can’t do a thing but struggle on, because none of them will get fired for this. He is a lowly associate and this isn’t big enough. They all have money and influence backing them, the worst they’ll get is a talking to, after which the bullying will just pick up again a few weeks later. Only worse.

“There, that’s better,” Donna’s satisfied voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

He looks in the mirror and all the ink is gone now. He also feels less like his muscles are all one knot and he readies himself to face the other again.

“Look,” Donna gets his attention again, “I know you said not to tell Harvey, but this is serious, Mike. I have to tell him. Or you do.”

“No, Donna, don’t,” Mike says, hating that he is going to lie to her. “It’s just a one off. Louis has been putting everyone through hell with the Lemmin Inc. case, they needed to blow some steam and I was just the first to fall asleep at my desk. If it was anyone else, they would have gotten the same treatment.”

“And you have all your stuff with you, because…” Donna questions, ever so observant. A skill Mike admires, but now curses.

“Oh, uhm, in case I had something to help this, turns out I don’t,” Mike smiles awkwardly and he can just see the disappointment in Donna’s face as she sees how he lies and then how she chooses to let it go.

“Alright, I won’t tell,” she gives in and he can feel the disappointment crush his chest. “But you tell me when it gets worse.”

“I will.” The lie feels bitter in his mouth.

She leaves the bathroom and he takes a moment to breathe, before going out there. The associates jeer insults at him but they don’t register. Mike is shutting everything out and working. He sees that the piles are bigger, but just doesn’t care anymore. He stays until 3:00 AM and sleeps in the file room, too tired to go home.

After that, he builds a new routine, trying to ensure Donna doesn’t get a reason to tell Harvey a thing. He still works hard, but hides out in Rachel’s office when the others get bad or when he can feel his lids start to close without his permission.

Louis asks where he has been and gives him more work when he tells him he was out with Harvey to work and prays that Harvey will like tormenting Louis enough to lie when the other complains about it to him.

Rachel, of course, is getting more worried, but he can deal with Rachel. Rachel doesn’t make him feel like he will drown in guilt whenever he does something to worry her or lies. She is his friend, not someone to impress or please.

Not like Harvey and Donna.

So, when she worriedly says: “You should say something to Harvey, or Donna at least,” he rolls his eyes. “I’m serious, Mike. This is the third time this week you’ve hidden out here. Half the stuff on my desk is yours. You can’t go on like this.”

“It’s not that bad,” he waves her concerns away.

“Mike, it’s Wednesday,” she points out, her voice all compassion and concern.

“I’m not going to Harvey or Donna like some tattletale,” he tells her.

“Why not?”

“Because that’s only ammunition, Rachel. I’m serious about this too.”

“They can help,” Rachel argues.

“They will make it worse,” Mike exclaims. “God, it’s like you’ve never been bullied before.” That shuts her up, even if it was more than Mike was willing to say. Still, he doesn’t let the opportunity pass. “Everyone knows that telling makes it worse.”

“You were bullied?” Rachel asks, voice small.

Fuck, Mike doesn’t need this. “Yes, Rachel. I was a smart-mouthed, small for my age, genius, know it all, who had skipped a few grades. Of course, I was bullied. And I was fine. This is fine. I can deal with it.”

“That’s terrible,” Rachel says.

“Nah,” Mike waves her away again. “Let me tell you, these guys are a lot less creative than middle schoolers. Now, those twelve-year-olds are ruthless.”

Rachel laughs like she’s offended he made her laugh. She swats him and says: “This isn’t funny, Mike!” and he knows he has her. “But fine. I won’t tell. Yet.”

“Thank you, Rachel,” he says sincerely.

“You’re welcome,” Rachel smiles. “Now, I’m getting coffee. Wanna come?”

“Oh fuck yeah.”

However, he can’t hide out in Rachel’s office forever and the taunting is worse than ever. They have now taken to tripping him up when he passes, hissing insults to him as he goes and throwing stuff at his head.

In short, life in the cube farm is miserable.

It all tips over the edge a few months into his torment. The associates have become great at keeping it out of sight of higher ups, but Harvey has always been a wild card and in hindsight Mike should have known it was only a matter of time, before the man found out.

Mike is working on paperwork for Harvey. Today hasn’t been the most terrible. There were thumbtacks all over his desk when he got there, but he only stung himself twice while cleaning them up and now he has free thumbtacks! So, honestly, who’s the real winner?

Beside that he actually went home at ten last night and got decent sleep. And he saw the trip on time and deftly sidestepped it.

Maybe it’s the frustration of not getting to him sooner that makes Kyle snap viciously without looking out properly. Maybe he’s just getting confident and sloppy.

Whatever the reason, when Mike gets up to get pen, which a passing associate has slapped out of his hands moments before, he trips him up. As Mike grasps at the air around him in an effort to catch himself, he snorts and watches Mike hit the desk on the way to the ground. Hard.

For a moment, Mike just sits there on his hands and knees. His eye is throbbing and he is probably going to have a black eye later. Joy. How the fuck is he hiding that from Harvey?

It hasn’t turned this physical before and he doesn’t know what to do now. So, he just takes a deep breath. He doesn’t know if he is stopping himself from crying or yelling or just snapping. But whatever it is, he manages.

Kyle, however, takes the moment to say: “God, you’re fucking pathetic. Don’t you just hate your own reflection? Can you even look at yourself in the mirror, knowing you’re a little cry baby who needs mommy and daddy to make it better? To protect you?”

Mike looks up, opening his mouth to retort when Kyle dumps the coffee he is drinking on him with a cruel grin.

“Did the baby have an accident?” he asks condescendingly as Mike watches in horror as Harvey appears behind Kyle like a shadow or vengeful demon looming. To make matters worse he feels a single tear slip over his face, the seal breaking after months of this.

Afterwards, Mike isn’t sure if the sudden hush tipped Kyle off to the fact that something was wrong or Mike’s expression, which is something between glee, shame, horror and fear. Whatever it is, Kyle notices and turns, swallowing heavily when he meets Harvey’s angry eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Harvey asks menacingly.

And Mike, does what his moronic self always does. Instead of taking this opportunity to have this done with (it’s not tattling if someone catches you), he tries to hide, wiping away the tear as he diffuses. “It was nothing, Harvey. Just stupid hazing stuff. It happens, you know that. You’ve been an associate, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve been associate,” Harvey answers and somehow it doesn’t sound like an agreement. “We did some pranks. This right here, this is battery. Do you know what battery means, Mr. …?”

“Durant,” Kyle offers, fear warping his voice.

“Right, Mr. I Don’t Care,” Harvey says. “Battery. Know it? Or are you that bad of a lawyer?”

“Hurting someone,” Kyle manages.

“Hurting someone,” Harvey repeats in a condescending manner. “Mike, can I please have the definition of battery.”

Mike tries not to feel like a schoolboy as he rattles off: “Battery is the unlawful application of physical force to another. At common law, it is defined as an intentional unpermitted act causing harmful or offensive contact with the person of another,” from his place on the floor.

“Thank you, Mike,” Harvey says, turning back to Kyle with scorn as Mike quickly scrambles up from the floor, unsure of what he is going to do.

“Mr. Specter, I-” Kyle attempts to speak.

“No,” Harvey cuts him off forcefully. “You don’t get to speak. I just watched you commit a physical act of violence, a crime even, in our prestigious law firm. You’re done talking and instead you are going to listen and answer questions if I so wish to ask them. Clear?”

Kyle nods, terrified.

“Come on, Harvey,” Mike tries. The whole thing is turning into a spectacle and that is the last thing he needs with the coffee still cooling and soaking into one of his good suits.

“You are also shutting up,” Harvey says, pointing an accusing finger at him along with a glare that makes Mike’s jaw click together. He already feels like the biggest looser on the planet, he is not giving Harvey a reason to also ream him about something in front of everyone.

Harvey turns back to Kyle. “Now. I don’t know you and I don’t have to, because you are so unimportant that if you even spoke to me before, I would have erased you, before you stopped talking. And if I’m honest, I couldn’t care less whatever all you associates do to each other in your little rat hole.”

He crosses his arms and looks down on Kyle, who is still sitting like he’s on death row. “However, when I decided not to care about the insignificant doings of the cube farm, I thought that you would at least be adults. Not little school boys, who have never heard of the words ‘human decency,’ ‘respect’ and ‘the law.’ Especially that last one. Yet somehow, you apparently haven’t heard of any of them.”

“We at Pearson Hardman shape the next generation of corporate lawyers,” Harvey goes on. “We don’t waste time on children, who feel the need to mend to fragile egos by shitting on others. And we expect them to represent the firm in everything they do. This here, is not what Pearson Hardman stands for. We have class. We have respect. And most importantly, we know better.”

Mike can’t believe he is watching Harvey do an ‘I’m disappointed’-routine, reigning in the anger, but here he is.

Then it hits him that Harvey is defending him and he doesn’t know what to do with that either. On one hand, this is highly embarrassing and will likely come back for him. But on the other had, if anyone is scary enough to make everyone back off, it is Harvey and the protectiveness makes Mike feel warm inside, a feeling he faintly remembers from his youth.

Torn, all he does is stand by and watch with the others, for once not the one being watched.

“Now, I am going to give you the opportunity to explain to me what the hell you thought you were doing,” Harvey tells Kyle.

“Well, uhm, you see,” Kyle immediately starts to stumble, trying desperately to save himself. “We- Mike- It’s all just a misunderstanding.”

Harvey raises a brow that tells everyone he doesn’t believe a word of the absolute horseshit Kyle is attempting to serve him.

“It wasn’t meant to be that serious,” Kyle switches tactics. “We were just messing around. Mike hasn’t complained or anything. I would have stopped if he said so, he just never did.” And Mike can barely believe what he is hearing. Kyle would have stopped? Yeah, right, and Mike is the queen of England.

“I somehow find that hard to believe.” Harvey’s bullshit meter is too good for this, though maybe it’s Mike’s disbelieving look that he can’t keep off his face.

Before Kyle can make his own grave deeper, he is saved by the unlikeliest of heroes – if you want to call this heroic that is. Louis.

“What’s going on out here?” He walks in, not yet noticing Harvey, but pouncing on Mike. “Ross, what the hell is this. We have an image to maintain and this is not it. Go get changed and start your goddamn paperwork. Not everyone can wait for you to catch up.”

“Louis,” Harvey’s voice is practically venom as he speaks the name as if it is a curse.

“Harvey?” Louis sounds surprise and a bit caught of guard. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to discuss something with my associate, only to find him getting attacked by your little minions,” Harvey informs Louis coldly.

“Attacked?” Louis sounds disbelieving. “That is a little dramatic, now isn’t it, Harvey. I get that you and Mike are these bosom buddies and everything, but he doesn’t need your hand over his head for every little thing.”

“Are you serious right now, Louis?” Harvey yells, the anger he’s been suppressing starting to bubble as the associate watch the battle unfold with fascinated horror. “He was pouring hot coffee on the kid when I got here.”

“I’m sure it was just a joke,” Louis says. “Besides, it might encourage him to do his work instead of slacking off. I know, he isn’t out with you the whole time, I’ve seen him in Rachel’s office.”

“Mike has always done his paperwork on time,” Harvey replies. “He works hard enough. Just because you can’t, doesn’t mean others can’t either.”

“Tsk,” Louis rolls his eyes. “He might do yours on time, but everything else. Forget it.”

Harvey frowns at that and Mike is suddenly remembered as their gazes fall on him, his shirt now beyond saving and uncomfortably damp. He would use moist there, but he has been through enough for today.

Though the torture is not done as Harvey asks: “What do you still need to do then?”

“I- uhm,” Mike starts out strong (not), before getting used to not slowly disappearing in the background. “I have to do the briefs for the McKernon Motors case and I’m finishing up the paperwork for the construction merger we worked on. Then I have to check the bank statements for the buy out of that CFO of JPMorgan Chase. And the files from Truman case have come in, so I need to go through those. After that I was planning on trying to get a head start on my deadlines for tomorrow, which are-”

“Jesus, kid,” Harvey cuts him off. “You can’t do all of that by yourself.”

Mike just shrugs helplessly. He knows that, but he has been trying to do this type of workload for months, if he is honest, so he doesn’t even think about it anymore. “I’m working overtime?” he adds finally.

“When’s the last time you went home before nine?” Harvey asks, his anger melting into concern.

“Uhm…” The fact that Mike has to think about that says a lot about the situation and Louis sees what is happening, so jumps in: “It’s been a busy few weeks, Harvey. You would know that if you didn’t come flouncing in whenever you wanted to. All the associates are busy.”

Harvey looks around to the pitifully small stacks of work on the desks of the other associates, before turning back slowly to Louis.

He takes a menacing step forwards and Louis automatically takes one backwards. When he is closer, he hisses: “You have purposefully overworking Mike for your own amusement and I don’t think I’m wrong to say that you’ve stood idly by as your little army of slick, stuck up, slimy associates make his life hell. I always thought you were a scumbag, Louis, but this is low, even for you. And if you don’t get out, right now, I will kick your ass.”

Louis swallows thickly and starts to step back. Before he leaves, he throws to Harvey: “I’m going to Jessica about this. You just threatened me.”

“Good, tell here I’ll be there with battery and assault charges,” Harvey yells back angrily. Then he turns back to Kyle, who pales, having thought he’d been forgotten. “And you. You little bastard. I will come back for you and you will confess all the shit you did and then I will make sure that being fired almost seems like the best thing that happened to you. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Kyle squeaks.

“All of you,” he turns to the rest of the room, who have been silent spectators so far. “I will find you, if you did anything. But for now. Take Mike’s work. Start pulling your own weight and damn the person I catch slacking.”

It’s quiet for a second and no one moves. Then Harvey roars: “Move!” All jump and, surprising everyone, it is Harold who moves first, taking a pile from the desk, before scurrying back.

Harvey doesn’t wait for the others instead turning to Mike and ordering: “You. My office. Now. And bring a clean shirt.”

Then he turns and walks, Mike scrambling after him, a pit forming in his stomach. Now it is time for the other shoe to drop. Harvey thinks he is pathetic and had to stand up for him, because Mike couldn’t even handle a bit of teasing and some extra work. He is going to yell at Mike and Mike is pretty sure that will be the thing that finally breaks him.

Still, he can’t do anything but follow Harvey. Anything is better than staying in that horrid room.

Throughout the elevator ride and brisk walk to his office, Harvey is as stoic and silent as a rock. At first Mike tries to make eye contact, attempts to get a grip on what he is thinking, but no such luck, so he just gives up and anxiously buries his hands in the fabric of his clean shirt as he ignores the looks he gets when they pass people.

It’s only when they get there that someone breaks the silence. It’s Donna, who spots them and is out her seat in no time, cupping Mike’s cheek as she gently asks: “What happened to you, sweetheart?”

Mike in turn just swallows, knowing that if he tries to speak, he will start crying instead and that would be too humiliating.

Luckily he doesn’t have to, because Harvey’s voice comes from besides him. It is laced with anger and Mike can’t look at him, fearing the anger aimed at him as Harvey answers: “They tripped him up and threw hot coffee on him.”

“What!” Donna exclaims, her face too contorting into fury. “You told me you would come to me if it got worse!”

“You knew about this?” Harvey asks, torn between betrayal and anger.

“They drew on his face a few weeks ago,” Donna tells Harvey and Mike wants to disappear as they discuss his failings. “I gave him a makeup wipe. He said it was just joking and nothing bad, nothing that happened often. And made me promise not to tell you.”

“Mike!” Harvey says angrily, turning to Mike, who shrinks into himself, unable to help himself despite knowing how truly pitiful he must look.

“Sorry,” he whispers, hating how he can’t manage more than that, another tear escaping his eye and sliding over his cheek.

Both their faces soften at his display and he is confused as Donna puts a kind hand on his arm and starts to lead him into Harvey’s office. Se says: “It’s okay, sweetheart. We know you didn’t mean it.”

Mike doesn’t even know what she is talking about exactly, but he just nods, glad she isn’t mad at him anymore. It is even more difficult to stem the tears, so he focuses on that as she pushes him onto the couch.

In the background, he hears her tell Harvey to get an ice pack for his eye. Then she sits next to him, untangling the shirt from his hands. It’s all crinkled and looks at it sadly.

He knows it’s stupid and that he’s been fine dealing with this for months, but it is all just crashing down right now. The exhaustion, the constant vigilance, the taunts, the work. It’s just too much and all Mike wants to do is curl into a ball and cry, hoping that will make it all disappear.

However, he knows it won’t and he doesn’t want to make more a fool of himself than he has already done.

At that point he becomes aware that Donna is talking to him. “…know you don’t want to talk, but we’re here for you. Those guys are assholes and Harvey will make sure they get what’s coming to them. We should have seen sooner. I’m sorry.”

What? Donna is sorry?

“Why?” he asks, proud his voice keeps steady.

“Why what, sweetheart?” Donna asks and Mike pretends the petname she has apparently assigned him doesn’t feel like a hug.

“Why are you sorry?” he asks in turn, the confusion having knocked the tears away. “I’m the one who was too stupid to handle a few dicks.”

“No, Mike,” Donna sounds so sad and hugs him. “It’s not your fault, you idiot. We’re mad, because you shouldn’t have had to deal with it. It wasn’t okay what those guys did and we should have noticed earlier.”

Mike works through those words, now realizing the anger has always been on his behalf. Harvey and Donna aren’t mad at him. He’s okay. At the realization he manages a smile and there is a relief that today isn’t going to be the day he breaks down in the office.

Donna encourages him to change into the new shirt, putting his old one to the side as she promises to see what she can do.

At that moment, Harvey returns with the ice pack and sits on the armrest next to Mike, gently tipping his head backwards and placing the ice pack on his eye. Mike tries to take it from him, but he is batted away. Gently Harvey asks: “How long has that been going on, kid?”

And suddenly the tears don’t seem so far away again. He blinks a few times and swallows, before shrugging: “Since I started, really. But it’s only gotten this bad the last two- three months. It’s stupid, I know, I should have dealt with it. Sorry.”

Harvey’s face tightens at his words and he feels guilty, remembering what Donna said. But Harvey doesn’t reply to that, instead lets it go in favor of asking: “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Everyone knows tattling does nothing,” Mike tells him, remembering the conversation with Rachel that now seems so long ago.

“Depends on who you tattle to,” Harvey says. “Who taught you that bullshit. You reach out when someone is harassing you.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Mike defends. “I’m used to it. I’ve had worse.”

“How could you have worse?” Harvey wonders, sounding like it hurts.

“I was an angry little kid, who skipped a few grades and was smarter then everyone and unafraid to tell them,” Mike deadpans. “I have been picked on for my entire life, Harvey. This is like that. At least they didn’t steal my clothes after gym and made me walk through the school looking for them in just my underwear.”

“God, Mike,” Harvey sighs sadly. “You could have told me.”

Mike shrugs: “It was fine. I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be used to this,” Harvey informs him and his face must show what a revelation that is, because Mike watches Harvey’s heart break as he breathes: “Dammit, kid. You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

Suddenly it hits Mike how much Harvey cares. The man never says it, but shows it and right now he realizes that Mike needs to hear and does so in his own way.

And apparently that is enough for Mike to break fully down. The tears he’s been fighting for so long falling, as he starts to heave sobs into Harvey’s side. Donna appearing behind him and hugging him as well as he cries.

It’s a cathartic moment, almost spiritual, if Mike allows himself to be dramatic.

In minutes he lets it all out. All the stress, loneliness and every other shitty feeling that has been haunting him for months pouring out, the burden being lightened by Donna and Harvey, who just hold him. Donna whispering that he is going to be okay and for once, he believes her.

His head feels stuffy, but there is a contentment in his chess as he confesses: “They kept making this fucking mommy and daddy taunts. I hated them.”

He sniffles and Harvey cards a hand through his hair, the other still holding the ice pack as Donna makes an encouraging noise, holding him a bit tighter.

“They were trying to call me a baby and that you were my parents, protecting me or whatever,” he continues. “But it just sucks, because I’ve never had that, because my parents fucking died. And I wasn’t gonna tell them that, because they’d only use it, but it- it just hurt.”

“I’m going to kill them,” Harvey sneers and Donna admonishes: “Later. Now hold the ice pack, Harvey.”

“And Louis kept piling work on and I should be able to do it at first, but he just kept going and going and none of the others helped,” Mike says, now just on a roll as he hides behind the tears as to not focus too much on how much he is telling them.

“Fuck, I haven’t been home before midnight in weeks,” he sobs. “It’s just so, so much and I’m so tired, but sleeping was dangerous. They always get you in your sleep. And I tried hiding by working in Rachel’s office, but I couldn’t stay there forever.”

Then he devolves back into crying blubbering that doesn’t make sense.

He desperately wants to stop the tears. He is crying like a child and he hates it, but he isn’t in control anymore, the exhaustion has taken over now. He can only sob, taking shallow breaths that don’t help as he feels his face get redder and redder as it is coated in tears and snot, knowing he looks a mess.

Neither Donna nor Harvey let go though, even as Mike stains what is likely a ten thousand dollar suit jacket.

In the end, he gives in. The tears are caking his eyes shut and it hurts to open them, so he stops trying. And before he knows it, the exhaustion has caught up with him and pulls him under.

When he wakes up, he’s surprised to find his head in someone’s lap and he shoots up, fearing the worst, until he remembers everything that happened. He flushes bright red as he rubs the much from all the crying out of his eyes, wincing when he hits the black eye he had forgotten about.

He blinks, frowning, then comments: “It’s getting dark.”

“Yeah, you’ve been sleeping for a few hours,” Donna’s amused voice tells him. She had been the lap, he gathers.

“What!” he yells, panicking. “I- I have so much work to do, why didn’t you wake me?”

“Because you needed rest. You were on the edge of collapsing, kid,” Harvey says and when he whips to the sound, he is faces with Harvey looking immaculate sans suit jacket, Jessica besides him.

Mike swallows at Jessica, fear in his eyes. He gapes for a moment, then says: “I- I am so sorry for sleeping during work hours, Ms. Pearson.”

“It’s okay. I have gathered you needed it,” she replies, sounding amused. “And Jessica is fine.”

“Oh, uhm, thank you, Jessica,” Mike nods uncertainly.

“I am actually here to apologize to you on behalf of Pearson Hardman,” she knocks him more off balance with that comment.

“What?” he says dumbly. “Why?”

“While you slept, I have been informed of what happened and Harvey and I investigated the matter,” she informs him. “In this time I have been made aware of the horrible conditions you’ve been working in at the hands of Louis, Kyle Durant and some of the other associates. For that I am sorry.”

“Ah, it’s okay,” Mike says awkwardly.

Jessica isn’t done talking, however. “No one was talking about who else was involved, if you want to shed light on that you are more than welcome to. However, you’ll be pleased to know that Mr. Durant has been fired and Louis has been talked to and told to stop. He’s not allowed to give you work for the next four months. If you wish to press charges that is up to you, but we hope to keep this internal and under the wraps.”

Mike absorbs what he’s been told, hardly believing it. “Wow,” he comments, after a moment. “That- that is a lot. Thank you. I think I’m good. Kyle was the ringleader, the other just didn’t want to piss off Louis and I can’t blame them. I saw what he can do.”

“That is good to hear,” Jessica smiles in her own mysterious way. “I’ll leave you to it then. You know where my office is if this starts again. You have tomorrow off. Rest.”

Then she leaves and Mike stares at the place she was just in like he thinks she was but a figment of his imagination.

“I hate that it is smarter to not press charges,” Harvey mopes, making everything real. The nightmare is over.

Mike is too happy about it to think of pressing charges. It will only bring him under scrutiny anyway, something they’re trying to avoid. So, he just shakes his head and jokes: “I’m sure you can think of other ways to ruin his career.”

When he sees a glint in Harvey’s eyes, he realizes his mistake and quickly says: “Don’t.”

“Too late,” Harvey grins.

And Mike turns to Donna for support, but she just shrugs: “I think we’re too late.”

“Donna!”

“What?” she plays innocent badly on purpose. “You really want him at another firm to find a new victim, Mike?”

He is silent for a moment, then grumbles: “I hate it when you’re right.”

“You must hate often then,” she smiles, before getting up. “Come on,” she says, getting up. “I bet Harvey’s guest bedroom is much better than your own bed and my choice in take out is definitely better than yours.”

“What?” Mike can put the pieces together, they just don’t make sense.

“We’re keeping an eye on you,” Harvey explains. “Since you obviously can’t be left to your own devices.”

“Shut up, Harvey,” Donna elbows him, before telling Mike: “He’s saying we care and we want to make sure you’re okay. So, you’re sleeping over at Harvey’s and I’m making sure you eat some actual food, instead of whatever you found in these offices.”

“Oh,” is all Mike is able to say, a bit overwhelmed.

On some level, he knew they cared, but he always thought that he clung to them and they wouldn’t care for him like he did for him. However, Harvey is full of surprises and Donna forever is an enigma. It’s strange to have people care like that, but it’s also nice.

Mike feels like he can get used to this. To having a family again.

He gets up from the couch and bounces over to them, taking his jacket from Donna and giving an ignored protest when Harvey carries his bag. The banter feels nice and he lets a smile creep over his face.

It won’t all be easy and it will take a while, before Mike feels comfortable in the cube farm or near Louis by himself. But Harvey is always there to offer a spot in his office and Donna is never afraid to be his backup when Louis in involved.

Together the three of them make it work. And if Harvey comes by more often to check on him and Donna orders too much food by ‘accident’ more often that is no one’s business except their own (and Mike’s, who sees through them, but enjoys the attention too much to comment).

They’re going to be okay.

He is going to be okay.

A/N:

I feel like this is what I was trying to do in ‘No One Puts Baby in the Corner’ but I was trying to focus too much on the age storyline for the bullying part to shine.

Also, you cannot tell me Mike doesn’t have mommy and daddy issues, like my mans is broken.

BTW, can we talk about how I wrote this in one day? I’m very fucking proud of that lmao, granted I went to bed at 1:00 AM, but still…

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