#I am fucking glad he went to that Christmas party because I am not as forgiving as my mother with people who don't deserve it
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I'm so pissed im literally shaking
My mom and I couldn't find the vanilla extract and while checking the cabinets my step dad walks in and starts getting weird that my mom doesn't remember where it is when she is the one who put it away. He stands there just watching us before striding close to me very quickly
SD: You're looking in the wrong place (he said it very rudely as if we are fucking stupid for not knowing)
Then he opens a fucking cabinet above the microwave and there it is
He knew where it was and just watched us!?
Me: Well I don't live here. So how would I know that?
SD: I'm talking about your mother and how forgetful she is, when she put it away
Me: Well, everyone forgets, I do, my partner does.
Mom: SD is like a steel trap.
Me: I'm sure he forgets stuff too
So Im turning around and remember he forgot to put a power tool (A RECIPROCATING SAW WITH THE BLADE IN IT) away just this morning. (Found our kid sitting right next to it btw. AND I didn't even get super upset about it, I was very calm and was like "So this should be put away" he made sure to tell me like "oops, I forgot")
Me: You forgot that power tool just this morning. Remember? (I wasn't even mean more like "ohhhh yeah, that happend, great example to use.")
He gets super quiet and really still and just stares at me, like drilling his eyes into my soul and says
SD: You don't want to start this game with me do you?
HUUUHHHH WTF!??? WHAT GAME!?? I WAS STATING A FACT NOT TRYING TO START A FIGHT. MY TONE WASN'T EVEN ACCUSING
My mom just asked if we could stop this and I'm like still confused as fuck because START WHAT? what game WOULD WE BE PLAYING!? Everyone forgets except you? And I'm fighting by reminding him we're all hUMAn!???
And just yOU GOING TO WALK IN HERE, MAKE FUN OF MY MOM, BERATE HER AND ME, WATCH US LOOK FOR SOMETHING YOU KNOW THE LOCATION OF, AND THEN GET PISSED BECAUSE YOU THINK I'M MAKING FUN OF YOU!?
FUCK OFF
#twotalesmentalhealth#I am fucking glad he went to that Christmas party because I am not as forgiving as my mother with people who don't deserve it#I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut#then I found out he is just done doing couples counseling with my mother#SO SHE GOES BY HERSELF#jesus fucking christ#I am so#I just don't want to ruin my moms favorite holiday and then he just has to be a fucking dick#I'll pretend I'm fine tomorrow but I will never forget this and now I'm going to have a serious talk with my mom because that SHIT IS ABUSE#but after the holidays
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The Magic of Christmas 8/8
And here we are at the end. Now there will be a cute little New Year's Eve story that I'll put up on the 31st that is a sequel to this. I wanted to write the exhibit but the story was already bursting at the seams so it'll be a New Year's present for you all.
Also don't be an Argyle, it might seem cute at the time, but it's really not.
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To say Eddie was nervous would be an understatement. Not only did he want Dustin and his friends to be happy about what Steve gave them, but he hoped that Steve would love what Eddie got him.
He got there early before Dustin and his friends arrived. They had all gone out ice skating before the party so Eddie could sneak in the wrapped canvasses.
He rang the doorbell, bouncing on his toes in excitement. Chrissy had to smack him twice before he looked calm enough.
Then all that went out the window when Steve answered the door. He wasn’t dressed in a suit or anything like that, but fuck Eddie thought he looked beautiful.
He was wearing a Star Wars Christmas sweater with the tightest of blue jeans. He had silly antlers on his head and his cheeks were rosy.
It took everything in Eddie’s will power not to just kiss him right then and there.
“You made it!” Steve greeted warmly. “Do you need help bringing in the gifts?”
Eddie nodded and they went out to get them, while Chrissy went to make herself comfortable with the hostess, Robin.
Steve grabbed the large piece and two of the smaller ones. Eddie grabbed the remaining two smaller pieces.
“You know,” Eddie said. “I don’t think I ever asked you who the purple dragon was going to be for. I assumed you, but that doesn’t seem right now that I think about it.”
Steve smiled. “You’ll get to meet her tonight,” he said with a fond smile. “She doesn’t really play D&D, but she’s inspired many a campaign and NPC. We call her El because that’s all she could remember of what her name was when the kids found her lost and alone in a forest. They’ve tried for years to find her real family but when she turned eighteen she asked them to stop. They were her real family.”
“Poor kid,” Eddie said. “I’m glad she found you guys.”
“She sweet,” he agreed. “And she will love your hair.”
Eddie ran his fingers through his long curls. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Steve said, “she’s been trying to grow hers out for years but something keeps cropping up and she has to cut again.”
“Oof!” Eddie said. “That’s horrible. Has she thought about getting extensions.”
Steve frowned. “What are extensions? I mean obviously the extend the hair, but how does that work?”
Eddie launched into the explanation about them and Steve was just so enthralled that he didn’t realize that Eddie and he had lingered under the mistletoe.
“Kiss!” Chrissy cried, pointing about their head.
Eddie and Steve looked up and then at each other. Steve held out the packages and Robin and Chrissy rushed forward to take them from both boys.
Eddie watched as Steve slowly cupped his cheek and leaned in. His breath caught in his chest as Steve’s eyelashes fluttered close. Eddie leaned the rest of the way in and pressed their lips together.
Fuck.
It was like everything that made Christmas special in a single fucking kiss. There was no going back after that.
“Wow,” Steve breathed. “That was even better than I imagined it would be.”
“You imagined it a lot?” Eddie asked, his heart beating a drum against his rib cage.
“Since August,” Steve admitted shyly.
Eddie chuckled and rubbed their noses together softly. “Since you hired me.”
Steve looked up at him in shock. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah, Stevie. Holy shit.”
Steve kissed him fiercely.
Eddie broke it off. “Shit! I left your present in the van!” He dashed off.
Steve laughed out loud, clear and bright. He turned to his audience. “I am in love with that idiot.”
The women all laughed too.
Claudia came up and gave him a huge hug. “You found yourself a good one, Steve. He’ll be good for you.”
Steve blushed deeply. “I know.”
Eddie came back in with rosy cheeks and breathless. In his hand was another neatly wrapped gift. He handed to Steve. “There you go, pretty boy. Just for you.”
“I have a present for you, too,” Steve said with a smile. “But we’ll have to wait until everyone gets here.”
Just then there was clatter behind them as said kids came bursting through the open front door.
Eddie turned to see four girls with the boys he had been acquainted with. The one was clearly Lucas’s sister. She had the same broad features and knowing eyes. One was a red head with a piercing gaze and a knowing smirk. Eddie could tell he was going to like her. A lot. The third girl was pretty sort of plump, her blonde hair in beautiful ringlets. The final girl was El. There was no doubt in his mind, this was the lost girl.
She had dark curly hair that brushed her shoulders and thousand yard stare. She looked like Wayne said he did sometimes. Lost and unsure of what to do.
Introductions were made and Eddie was right in all counts. He loved Max, the red head. El was the pretty girl with the dark curls, Erica was Lucas’s sister, and the last girl was Dustin’s long time girlfriend, Suzie.
Steve did a head count. “Where Jonathan and Nancy?” he asked Will.
“Getting Argyle from the airport,” Will said. “His flight had to make a stop in Salt Lake City because of a fuel issue, so he was late getting in.”
Suzie snorted. “No it didn’t.”
Everyone turned to her.
“He just didn’t want to tell anyone that he was picking up my sister, Eden so she could join us for Christmas.”
Steve blanched at the thought of another person for Christmas.
She touched his elbow. “I told Claudia a couple weeks ago, she made sure there was enough food and space.”
He relaxed. Claudia and Steve had made a deal, he would cook for Thanksgiving, if she did Christmas. So if she knew than everything was fine.
“Come gather around!” Steve yelled over the din. “Dinner is a light thoroughfare with lots of snacks and goodies. We’ll have a big breakfast tomorrow. Help yourselves, we’ll do presents when the remaining four get here!”
A cheer went up and everyone filed out.
Soon it was just Eddie and Steve in the hallway.
“Is my Christmas present you?” Eddie asked, getting his fingers underneath the sweater.
Steve jerked back.
“Ooh!” Eddie said with a grin. “Someone is ticklish.”
“No!” Steve squealed. “Absolutely not!” He tried to squirm out of Eddie’s grasp but Eddie was too fast for him.
They were laughing and giggling when the last of the guests arrived.
Eddie wasn’t sure what he was expecting when Suzie said her sister was coming. But it wasn’t the skinny Goth chick with the black hair and teardrop tattoo by her eye.
He had ruled out the other girl on the sheer fact she looked too much like Mike to be anything other Nancy.
Steve welcome them in but gave Argyle the stink eye which prompted Eden reading him the riot act for not telling people she was coming.
Argyle kept arguing that she was supposed to be a surprise for Suzie, but since Suzie already knew the argument fell apart.
There was hot chocolate and cider, eggnog of both the alcoholic and non-alcoholic varieties.
Food spread as far as the eye could see on the table but no one sat down to eat there, mostly they wandered in and out of the living room.
Finally it was time for presents and Steve was bouncing in the corner. Eddie slipped his hand into his.
“They’ll love it, sweetheart,” he murmured.
Steve let out a slow breath and nodded. He had gotten Max a Tony Hawk signed skateboard and Erica, the whole 5th edition D&D set so she could start her own campaigns when she started college next fall. She had taken a gap year, because her last year of high school had been so hard on her.
They hugged Steve tightly as thanks. And then it was time for the remaining five to open theirs.
“El, honey,” Steve said, “you open yours first. Then Dustin, Will, Lucas, and Mike. Don’t glare at me, Mike. You’re not last because you’re my least favorite. You’ll see.”
El opened hers. It was of the purple dragon. It’s human-like form pulsing near the heart.
“Steve,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful.”
Dustin unwrapped his wizard to stunned disbelief. “Steve...” he said, his voice wobbling with gratitude.
Will opened his punk rock rogue. “Oh wow.” He ran his fingers reverently over the surface. “Steve, it’s amazing.”
Mike noticed the pattern and looked up at Steve in shock. “No way.”
Lucas opened the ranger leaping into the air with his bow drawn. “Oh holy shit.”
Mike’s hands trembled as he stared down at the wrapped canvass. He looked up at Steve. “There’s no way it’s as awesome as everyone else’s.”
Steve came over and knelt in front of him. He took Mike’s head in his hands. “Of course it is. You are just as important to me as the rest, Mike. Okay?”
Mike’s lip quivered as he nodded. He pulled the wrapping off to reveal his paladin in shining gold armor. A beacon on harsh landscape. Tears dripped down his face as he pressed his hand over his mouth. He set the painting carefully to the side and launched himself at Steve, enveloping him with a huge hug.
“It’s perfect,” he whispered.
Steve hugged him back.
Suddenly there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Finally they broke apart, both men wiping their eyes.
Dustin looked at the signature on his. “Is this an Eddie Munson original?!”
Like the universe did a record scratch, suddenly five heads all turn to Steve and Eddie.
Eddie waved his hand at them and Steve nearly burst on how cute it was.
“It’s even better than that,” Steve said with a grin. “El, stand in the middle. Lucas, Mike on the right, with Mike on the outside. Same for you and Will, Will on the outside. Hold up the paintings.”
He pulled out his phone and took a picture. “Now set them down and come over here.”
The five of them crowded around Steve and his phone.
They all gasped when they saw the full picture.
Steve was suddenly bombarded with hugs and thanks and kisses.
“I know next year you’ll all be going your separate ways and wanted to get you all something to tie you together for life,” he explained.
“That is wicked cool,” Max said.
“Yeah,” Erica agreed.
“I have one more present to give,” Eddie said and pulled out the remaining package and handed it to Steve.
Steve unwrapped and gasped. “It’s a yellow dragon!”
“And his knight friend having tea together,” Eddie explained. “I kinda based it on that old cartoon, The Reluctant Dragon, where the knight and dragon didn’t want to fight.”
“Eds,” Steve whispered. “I love it!” Then Robin was placing something in his hand.
Steve looked down at it and then nodded. “This is my gift to you.” He handed it to Eddie.
It was an envelope about the size of Christmas card and Eddie fought hard against the disappointment that burned in his gut. He had painted a yellow dragon for Steve, it would have been nice to get something more than a gift card.
He pulled it out and frowned when he realized it was an invitation.
“Newfield Museum of Fine Arts
You are cordially invited
to an art exhibit featuring the art
of
Eddie Munson
Dec 31st 8pm-1am
Fundraiser for the charity ‘Roll for Initiative’
starting at 4pm
Silent auction from 6-7pm”
It was Eddie’s turn to cry.
“You okay there, son?” Wayne asked, concerned when Eddie just stood there, tears streaming down his face.
Eddie nodded. He held out the invitation for Wayne to take. Wayne read it over and over.
“You do this, Steve?” he asked.
Steve nodded. “It was my plan for a while to do the fundraiser for the charity on New Year’s Eve, but after really getting to know Eddie, I knew that he deserved to be showcased too. So the exhibit came afterwards.”
Eddie kissed him fiercely on the lips. “This is the best Christmas present ever, baby.”
Steve blushed to the cheers from everyone.
This year was good, but next year was going to be even greater.
***
Well that's the end for now. Thank you so much for coming along with me on this wild ride. Merry Christmas!!
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Blanche Ingram
Little developed side characters offer endless possibilities.
Blanche's refusal of Rochester, if it indeed happened, could have been a Persuasion situation. It's not one I prefer personally, I like my Blanche not giving a fuck about Rochester. In fact, I headcanon her as lesbian. One of the scenarios I like to imagine is that she wanted to marry old Roch because she knew of his womanising ways and it didn't matter to her, for she'd be able to have a girlfriend too. (I'll get to the womanising.)
In the grand scheme of things, Blanche doesn't matter at all--she has no bearing on the plot. Nothing would change if she wasn't there, or if her part was reduced. It can be argued that her purpose in the narrative is to provide romantic tension. But why? The story already has plenty of conflict. If the author's intention is to showcase the contrast between a plain governess and an upper class lady like Blanche, then Blanche merely needs to exist as a guest at Thornfield, without having to be a rival love interest for Rochester. That part in the book, the morning after the fire in Rochester's bedroom, when Jane is impatiently waiting to see him, to talk to him, and gets told he travelled to Leas, where people of his class have gathered for a party, and she hears he is popular with the ladies? That's actually brilliant. The realisation of her poor, insignificant governess-y self? The grasping of her foolishness for thinking she could matter to him? It's so... raw. No doubt many of us have experienced something similar. Then Mrs Fairfax tells her of Miss Blanche Ingram, beautiful and accomplished, how she reigned like a queen at a Christmas party at Thornfield seven years ago. You know you have no chance against that. It's powerful, it hits the reader in the feels. Even if the reader doesn't like Rochester. Jane does. This bit alone provides enough romantic suspense for the whole book. The merry company didn't even need to arrive at Thornfield, really, though I'm glad they did. There's so much fun to have with these characters.
What I'm arguing is, Charlotte didn't have to go as far as having the Roch pretend he was going to marry Blanche, even if she needed Blanche to provide romantic tension. A purely friendly banter between Blanche and Edward, filled with references to their past encounters and inside jokes would have sufficed. "Remember that time we were staying at Gosford Park, and we thought the place was haunted by the ghosts, but it was only Countess of Trentham's snoring?" Followed by laughter. You catch my drift. Not only is Blanche beautiful and classy, she has a history with Edward.
Digression - A Better Man
It still wouldn't paint old Roch in a favourable light, mind you. He still left for Leas without a word, the morning after Jane saved his literal ass. He could have left her a note. Dear Jane, I am called to Leas for a gathering of old friends. I will be back in a fortnight. I will miss our evening conversations. Yours, E F Rochester. But that would not be Edward Rochester, because that would be an entirely different man, a better man, a man who would not house an arsonist under his roof, and that would mean any fire in his bedroom would be only accidental (more on that later). This man would not force a governess to sit in the drawing room with high society--or he would have introduced her as part of a family, demanding they treat her as an equal. This man would not unnerve her so much she'd run out of the drawing room, he would not make her cry, he would not leave her abruptly in the hallway with a sentence unfinished at "goodnight, my", he would not feign attraction to a different woman, a woman Jane cannot compare herself to and win. This man would not lie that he got her a new job across the Irish Sea, forcing her to expose her feelings for him. It would be an entirely different story.
Of course, he as the master of the estate owed her, his employee, no explanation for why he went to Leas. But in that case he should not have allowed them to become so close that she practically looks on him as a friend. And after such a distressing event as a fire in a bedroom--and her saving his life--a note of courtesy would be just good manners. Dear Miss Eyre, thank you for saving me from becoming a well done steak last night. I will be gone for two or three weeks. Keep up the good work with Adele. Sincerely, Rochester.
End Digression - Back to Blanche
I take Jane's descriptions of Blanche with a pinch of salt. When Jane went to Rochester to ask for a leave of absence, he was playing billiards with the younger members of the merry company. Jane describes that Blanche gave her a look demanding to know ���what can the creeping creature want now?” But that is only Jane's imagination, Blanche never said anything like that. (Curious that Jane thinks someone finds her creepy. Maybe she stares at people.) All Blanche said was:
“Does that person want you?”
"That person" is cold, but it's not like Blanche is obliged to remember the name of some governess. (Also Rochester didn't see Jane, so had Blanche not alerted him to her presence, Jane would have continued standing there like an idiot.) During the gypsy fortune teller episode, when Jane was fetching wine from the drawing room for Rochester in the library, she tells us Blanche looked at her suspiciously, no doubt thinking Jane was taking liberties. Again, it's just Jane's imagination. We don't know what Blanche was thinking. Even if Jane was right in her impression, well, Blanche could have thought that and so would many people. As far as Blanche was concerned, the person Jane was talking to in the library was the gypsy fortune teller. Of course it would seem weird to Blanche that Jane was getting her wine! If Blanche guessed the gypsy woman was Rochester in disguise--and I like to think she did, and so did the other girls, or at least one of the Eshtons--it was still strange that Jane fetched him wine. Why couldn't he get it himself? Was it so important to him to keep his gypsy play act? But he asked Jane to tell Mr Mason to come to the library to see him--so it means he already dropped the act for everyone else, not just Jane.
Another thing to consider is that Blanche may have wondered whether something was up at Thornfield. She may have wondered why the governess was always sitting with them in the drawing room, when she wasn't part of the company. (She probably wasn't the only one in that.) She may have wondered about Adele, too, was she Edward's child or not? She may have wondered about the newcomer, Mr Mason, how come she had never heard Edward mention him in the seven years she'd known him?
And another point. That moment when Rochester ambushed Jane in the hall, when she was running away from the drawing room with tears in her eyes after hearing him sing, he was afraid a servant would see them. Was it an Ingrams' servant he worried about? (The merry company brought their own servants with them.) If he was performing an act of potential future husband for Blanche, of course he couldn't risk her discovering how close he got to a governess. I like to think of Blanche's lady's-maid as one who spies for her mistress.
Blanche is the detective of this mystery.
In any case, Blanche is the character with the biggest potential for development. Have her care about something and ta-dah--character development. As I said, I headcanon her as a lesbian ("women are beautiful"), so that already gives me a different angle to her altogether. Whatever Charlotte Bronte intended with her character, Blanche enables me to see Rochester's true awfulness.
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merry xmas eve kuya zak!!!! sorry in advance if this is filled wiht typos i had my very first bottles of soju and san mig light tonight haha.
hope ur noche buena was fun <33 hope this year was good to u and i hope the next year is gonna b good to both of us
also if ur willing to divulge what was it first drinking experience like??? what did u drink and with whom and what did u feel the day after etc etc idk now that im tipsy i wan know how othe rpeople experience it
neway thank u for being here in general ur blog and ur fics brought me so much joy and im glad u made every wip and published fuc and every analysis and every silly and not so silly but sad headcanons
lotsa love !!!!
that one marikenyo In Ur Inbox All The Time
wahhh merry christmas, inbox-marikenyo :DDD!!! i saw this ask on christmas eve but during then i too was also drunk off a few cocktails and promptly passed out a little bit later orz
i had a great noche buena!! i kept falling into a food coma because i kept eating so much, as the lord intended <3 JHVSKJHFVSD. i hope you also had a great christmas eve and are having a lovely christmas day today ^w^
and as for ur q, my first Real drinking experience was at a party i went to on my last year of college actually in 2020 right before the pandemic hit omg, kinda "late" by some people's standards. i say Real drinking experience, cuz prior to that party i did drink sometimes, but never enough to get drunk!
at that party though, i was with my girlfriend and it was the party of her college org and i was continually handed drinks. i Definitely Got Drunk.
what did i drink? no idea. a mutual friend of my gf and i was mixing the drinks and i never ask whats in stuff, i just drink whatever tastes sweet enough or is drowned in enough soda that i can stomach the bitterness of whatever alcohol content is within.
how was i when i was drunk? the same way i am when i get drunk nowadays: absolute disaster jahsfvasfhasvkfjh. i tend to get loud and lose all my filter when im drunk. also clingy. two things i remember clearly at that party are
1 ) my girlfriend went to the bathroom and i sat on the floor texting another friend about how i missed my girlfriend So Much and i love her So Much. later, when my gf had to leave early before me, i loudly announced "IM GOING HOME, MY GIRLFRIEND IS GONE SO I DONT WANNA BE HERE ANYMORE"
2 ) i was talking to the mutual friend who was mixing the drinks and he was talking about how he plays billiards. i remembered how billiards gloves looked like (it's like a normal glove but two fingers are out in the open) and i said something along the lines of "oh my god so you wear the WHORE GLOVES. why are billiards gloves so fucking SLUTTY"
thats pretty much how i am when im drunk up to this day ajhfvajshf but i seldom drink enough to get to That point, basically only at parties since like, im not the one paying for the drinks LMAO. when i drink lots, i get drunk. but when i drink little, i just get sleepy.
and when i drink enough to get drunk, the next morning always has me regretting Every Decision Ive Ever Made because i always...always....forget to drink water the night before....people around me try their Best to hydrate me while im drinking, but i get stubborn and forgetful and when im handed water i just put it down instinctively and look for something sweeter and usually with alcohol in it and im caught in a vicious cycle that ends with a fuckoff terrible hangover
but it's nothing a soft boiled egg breakfast cant fix HAHA
hope that answered ur q :DDD!! and thank you for the well wishes and the kind words ;v; im really glad that the stuff i make here can bring joy, and i really hope i can make more things in the future
sending u all the love too, inbox marikenyo!!!
#asks#inboxmarikenyo!anon#i can start tagging u as this na if ever bumalik ka sa inbox ko HAHA merry christmasss!!#cw drinking#cw alcohol
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Happy Death Day, Year 14
If you don’t know me, I celebrate a birthday in February the worst month, and a death day in November. Both are equally important days to me, even if I tend to forget which exact day my Death Day is. Anyways, every year I talk about the things I'm happy for, the little bit of advice I can give, and fuck it I'm making it an actual thing.
Are you…Dead?
No, I am not dead. Wouldn’t it be ironic if November 23rd/24th ends up being my official death day though? I wouldn’t put it past the universe.
No, see at the age of 20, it really looked like the universe was trying to decide whether or not I should be alive. I ended up in the hospital multiple times due to an incurable autoimmune disease, and then a car accident landed me in ICU for a month. That happened to be the week before Thanksgiving through days before Christmas (if I remember correctly) and I’ve been celebrating it ever since. For those who weren’t there, I’ll spare you the graphic details, but I went from “she won’t likely survive the night” to “she might survive, but she’ll never walk” to “she’ll walk, but never unassisted,” to “okay but you have to wait another month because we are mostly afraid you’ll break your arm again.”
Note: They were right to fear this last one. I literally fell my first tennis match back during WARM UPS. Didn’t break my arm again. Did gain a killer backhand knowing people would target the scar.
People nearly die every day. Why celebrate this?
I don’t think I am a pessimist by nature, but I do genuinely appreciate an anniversary to remind me about all the things I am truly thankful for, especially an anniversary without the added side effects of familial trauma, colonizer guilt, and forced cheer. No, instead I reflect on the things that keep me alive now, fourteen years after my death day. And when you add in the growing political unease and two years past the beginning date of a pandemic, I personally need to be reminded to take a minute and be thankful. The date represents a hard year, and a reminder to myself that while I now have a healthy relationship with the concept of me dying, I’m still so glad I’m here.
So no, I don’t mentally calculate all the days I nearly died (every day I drive on the highway, let’s be real). But I do take a minute every November to compose my thoughts on life.
How are you celebrating this year?
Well, I’ve started my morning with three cats using my bed to play “the floor is lava.”
I’ll see my wonderful mom and two of my amazing siblings and grandmother for Thanksgiving lunch, then hanging out with Redd once he gets up from his super late shift last night. I’ll be in contact with those I love through out the day because we all will be navigating family. Maybe for fifteen I’ll throw a party or something. Fifteen extra years with me — you’re welcome (no really I’m so sorry.)
What new items are on your thankful list?
First, I am thankful to the scientist out there working on “orphan diseases.” A new medication came out this year that could potentially put me in remission, get me off steroids, and potentially get me off my chemotherapy med. How amazing is that? I’ve spent the majority of the last two years fighting off the depression that comes with hearing a world constantly talk about how you aren’t important because you are sick. Or that you are less important because you are sick.
The universe disagrees, bud, but I digress.
I’ve been thinking about how thankful I am I didn’t give up on podcasting. Last year, especially this time of year, was incredibly rough and I did not consider podcasting a fun escape anymore. I had made the mistake of who I chose to cohost podcast with, I had men belittle my intelligence and tell me I was dramatic. I knew I was done hosting, being in front of a mic, but I was ready to move behind it permanently, into a writing position if I was lucky.
Fortunately, I didn’t do any of that. I started up a podcast idea that was all consuming, I put myself on a time table that ended up requiring me to be in front of the mic again, and I’ve had to come face to face with some real repercussions and consequences of what had happened in 2021. Because of that, I have so many new people I adore working with, I have new friends I can’t imagine how I got this far without them in my life, and a genuinely great team to help push it forward. And it’s in the finals for some awards — look I know I throw myself into something when I cannot cope, and I’m glad this time it’s been a healthy project. One that has changed me for the better.
I am also thankful that I’ve gained strength to stand up for myself more. I’m still working to gain back my confidence and self-worth, and I have made great strides forward in setting boundaries of who is allowed in my life and why.
I also adopted two cats this year — a very outgoing part dog named Tempo, and a trained rogue who will steal your heart named Astrid. Along with Inanna, they keep our apartment loved, cozy, and chatty actually.
But again, none of this could be accomplished on my own. I have a support system of an amazing mom and step dad who may not always understand me but will support me (through the teasing). I have 3 siblings that just mean the world to me and inspire me to be a better person by watching them grow. I have Keira, who has only shown me kindness, friendship, and love, reminding me again that family is never just blood.
I have four amazing best friends that are just as willing to talk me through the anxiety attack as they are to tell me when I am the problem. I never expected “Am I being dramatic or…” to be the way I orient myself in life, but I am so thankful they don’t judge it.
I am thankful for the group of doctors and nurses I need to live. Not only that they all help keep me alive (and sane!) but because I’ve somehow found doctors that listen and work with me, rather than talk down to me.
What advice would you give someone post 14 years after nearly dying?
I feel like I should put a caveat on my advice: most of this is advice I have to give myself regularly.
Stop trying to find the meaning of life. Just live. Don’t live to work, live for life. If that’s family, if it’s creating, if it’s traveling, cool! Find work/life balance and find it early. I didn’t have it at 20; I really didn’t have it until 33/34. It is life changing. If there is a secret to the universe, a “reason to be here” then I have figured out what my reason is, and what the universe’s reason might be. I don’t love the second, but I can only control the first.
Down time is healthy. Doing “nothing” is healthy. Producing something at all times is not healthy.
You can only control you, and that fucking sucks. Let me be clear — it’s a good thing I can’t control other people or how they react, and it’s even better no one can control me! Does that mean I like it? Absolutely not! Humans are unpredictable and you have to learn to roll with it.
Giving 100% and spoon theory actually overlap, and it took me way too long to realize that.
Notebooks don’t buy happiness. But an e-ink tablet is coming very close.
Teaching your cat to play fetch (or to “bring me the toy so I’ll play with you”) is a great idea in theory, ruins bathroom time quite frequently.
Know your worth. And you are worth it.
#happy death day#advice#advice 14 years removed#immunosupressed#orphan disease#near death tw#idk#thanks#thanksgiving#this day isn't always thanksgiving#but it's nice excuse to hug my mom#and my youngest siblings
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Here is my diary entry for the new year. Later I want to make a post of my ten favorite songs and reasons behind them. But for now here's my year.
I started this year off strong with the 2nd worst existential crisis I've had within the past 5 years of my life. Very depressed and lonely all throughout winter, but it was somewhat okay because I was anonymous in my apartment and didn't have anyone constantly judging me (compared to now). I definitely was afflicted with the trans fever, probs as a result of new discovery, and kinda made it my thing for all those months. Anthony made me food every night and we always hung out together. I entertained the notion of going to Oregon for school but changed my mind once I found out how much it costed. then I wanted to do van life, and I still have that commitment. Tbh, I still have trans fever, but it's less about ftm than it is just hating being a girl. I got really into cosplay and watched new shows like Monster and Fullmetal Alchemist. And I also rewatched Attack on Titan and gained a new love for indian food. That winter was the coldest and snowiest yet. I finished my final draft of my book, Sharper than Silver, but decided I want to rewrite the whole thing before I decide to query it. In its stead, I started writing a long fic for Bungou Stray Dogs, which I am still continuing to this day (80,000 words so far).
Then I moved back home and was immediately not just depressed, but in despair. It was a severe adjustment to go from living on my own for two years straight to living with my parents and family. It was a really rough start with fights with my sister and arguments about getting high with emily and drinking alone.... womp womp bad decisions but i had already decided that summer would be my alcoholic arc!!!!!! it low key helped me cause now I don't super like drinking anymore unless it's worth it. anyway-- I saw taylor swift, dyed my hair ginger, cut my bangs, cosplayed Chuuya, got high with bonnie, got violently high with emily, binged markiplier fnaf and Unus Annus, hung out with emily jensen, and ummm. yeah. I did spend a lot of time outside too- specifically the forest behind our house. I visited anthony one week and that was a fr relief, esp because it was an impulse thing after a fight with Hailey. I actually thing I booked it after that crazy argument with my mom where she threatened to stop funding my college. any fucking way . summer came and went. Through it all, my hatred only grew. That summer was very bitter, I think...
Then me and mom drove back to school and thus starts that ordeal. The road trip was good but boring. i met my roommates, and at first it was fine because i was a victim of the "freshmen friendgroup." I had a brief partying phase but quickly came to realize that my roommates are shallow and easily leave people out if you don't follow them like a lost dog. Then three more girls moved in with us and I slowly drifted away from all of them. Classes were also really boring. I ghosted a girl who was low key obsessed with me. I went on a road trip to southern Utah with my dad and saw the eclipse and it was low key miserable but I'm glad he got to make those memories. Emily flew to Utah and we went to the convention together and the salt flats and logan and it was so fun :) but Sam was so cruel to her for it and I really started to hate him then. Anthony was sweet than sweet to me throughout the semester, but halfway through we decided to stop eating dinner together because we were spending an obscene amount of money of food. This was when I started my "diet," which is actually a wannabe eating disorder. I lost 7-10 pounds from it. I'm actually super proud of myself for it. But amidst these things was a growing hatred for my roommates, who I still can't stand. I tried in vain to sell my lease and move apartments, but no one offered to buy it so I got stuck there. Then I left for Christmas break and me and Anthony went to NY with the fam and then I went home home.
And that was my year. It didn't seem like I did that much, but it genuinely feels like it's been an eternity since last January. I've changed so much. I think I've gotten... not more sure of myself, but more comfortable with being uncertain. I also grew the balls to actually put in the work and lose weight. and I am more comfortable with my gender, whatever it may be, and don't burst into tears when I get drunk and think about it too hard. And this whole year was the year of Taylor Swift, Ginger Hair, Bangs, Pale Skin, and writing, writing, writing. So much more has happened and there have been so many more changes, but that is all I can think to include in this post.
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They lay together in bed, panting gently and clutching each other.
He should probably leave now. His spectroscopy lecture begins in less than 20 minutes. But instead of getting off the bed and putting on his clothes, Magnus runs a hand up Alec’s naked chest.
“Can I ask you something?”
Alec hums in response, his eyes closed.
Magnus considers touching the tiny silver cross lying on Alec’s chest. But he hesitates, almost as if he is worried that the touch would burn him. So, instead, he runs lazy circles around the pendant.
“Have you always been religious?” Magnus asks.
“Yes,” Alec replies. And then. “No.”
Magnus waits.
“When I was a kid, yeah,” Alec says then. “My family is religious, so it’s hard not be, you know? We went to church every Sunday. We threw parties for first communions. We celebrated all the holidays. The whole damn thing.”
Magnus smiles at that. He can imagine little Alec hiding Easter eggs for his siblings and little Alec decorating the Christmas tree with his parents.
“And when you are a kid, it’s easier to believe in god,” Alec points out. “You are kinda helpless and powerless. So, you want to believe in someone powerful. Someone you can trust and rely on. Someone who will watch over you. Someone you can hold accountable. You just want to believe in something bigger than yourself. It makes you feel safe. But then you slowly grow up and realise no one can keep you safe - not even god.”
“What happened?” Magnus asks after a moment.
“I realised I like sucking dick,” Alec says casually.
Magnus chuckles softly at that. He holds Alec a little tighter. “Did people know? At your, um, congregation?”
“Parish,” Alec corrects. “And not really. People didn’t know about me. But they still talked about people like me. They said god hates people like me and that I am a sinner and I am going to go to hell.”
“Alexander-”
“For a while, it was hard to go to Church without feeling like I didn’t belong there,” Alec says, his voice almost nostalgic. “It was hard to pray without wanting to ask for forgiveness for who I am. And I didn’t want to do that. Because I am not sorry. Not for who I am.”
Magnus does touch the cross this time. He pulls at it gently. “But you found your way back to god eventually?”
“I did,” Alec nods.
“What happened?”
Alec tenses against him, ever so slightly. His eyes are still closed.
“My brother.”
“Jace?” Magnus questions. “The military guy?”
“No,” Alec says, his voice hoarse. “I, uh, I had another one.”
Had.
Magnus moves a little closer to Alec, even though it’s impossible to do so. He moves his hand a little higher, cupping Alec’s face gently.
“What was his name?” Magnus asks softly.
“Max,” Alec whispers, there is a faint smile on his face. “Max Joseph Lightwood.”
“Hmm,” Max says. “What was he like?”
Alec shakes his head, almost immediately. “Not now. Sorry.”
Magnus presses a finger against Alec’s jaw. “Of course. I understand.”
“He was nine,” Alec whispers to the room. “When he died…I think a part of my family died with him. And our faith is the only thing that got us through it. We almost lost each other too. But we pulled ourselves together. We prayed. We prayed for Max and we prayed for ourselves. Prayer and faith and love. That’s how we survived.”
“I’m glad you survived,” Magnus tells him gently.
“Me too,” Alec manages a smile. “I don’t…I don’t feel all that shit anymore. About me being gay.”
“No?” Magnus clarifies with a tiny grin.
“No,” Alec confirms. “I don’t think god gives a fuck, Magnus. Who are all these people to tell me that god hates me? What authority do they have to speak on behalf of god? I figured if god has a problem with me being gay, he’ll tell me himself.”
Magnus smiles again. He doesn’t know what to say. He is just happy. For Alec.
“And this,” Alec says, taking Magnus’ hand and runs it down his own body, shivering slightly at Magnus’ touch. “This doesn’t feel like a sin. This feels like heaven.”
“Alexander,” Magnus chuckles. “You eloquent babe.”
“Hush,” Alec says and Magnus does so, as he rests his head on Alec’s chest - right next to the cross.
“Do you think you will ever find your way back to god, Magnus?” Alec asks him after a moment.
Magnus closes his eyes and thinks.
“No, love,” he replies quietly - because there is too much to forgive and forget. “I don’t think that’s for me.”
“S’okay,” Alec yawns and pulls Magnus closer, before kissing the top of his head. “I’ll pray for both of us.”
Magnus smiles again and lets himself fall asleep.
- Sundays are for Divorce AUs and missing spectroscopy lectures.
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Just Another Conquest - Part 1
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Warnings: You were sweet, innocent and completely infatuated with Javier Peña. After an incident at the Christmas party, you become the talk of the secretary's at the embassy and everything starts falling around you.
Pairings: Javier Peña x Reader, Reader x Original Male Character
Warnings: Angst, Kissing, Mentions of sex
Notes: There are some touchy subjects at the end of this chapter. If you’re easily triggered this might not be for you. Don’t wanna add too many tags as it’ll spoil it.
For two years you had worked at the embassy as a secretary. You kept your head down and your nose out of trouble and so no one noticed you.
Except Greg.
Greg was sweet. You’d been on a few dates and you were taking it steady. Too many times you had jumped in headfirst into the flames and gotten burned so this time you were going to take things slow, Glacial, but Greg didn’t seem to mind. Greg was sweet.
Someone who wasn't sweet.
Javier Peña.
He had bedded most of the single or unmarried secretaries in the embassy. Even some of the married ones. He flirted with everyone. Well everyone except you and even though that stung a little you were glad. He couldn’t tarnish you if he couldn’t see you.
You’d been infatuated with the man from day dot at the embassy. He was a smooth talker and painfully handsome but you knew you weren’t his type. You were plain, a little on the chubbier side and uninteresting. You'd seen some of the women he’d slept with. Your apartment was across from his and they were all beautiful. The polar opposite of you.
It was the day of the Christmas office party. An event you looked forward to as it gave you a chance to dress up a little. Greg had bought you a stunning dress for the event, something you’d spotted in the window of a shop one day and told him you liked it. He’d managed to find out your size and had snuck back to buy it for you and you had swooned. No one had done anything like that for you before.
The dress fit perfectly. Highlighted all the right parts of you and for once you actually felt pretty. You did some simple makeup, pinned your hair up in a loose bun and wore the only pair of heels you could walk in. Greg was there to collect you when you were done, his jaw dropping to the floor when you emerged from your apartment building and you chuckled at his reaction. You both then got a taxi to the embassy and he had been unable to keep his eyes off of you or his lips from yours. Maybe tonight was the night that you’d let him into your bed.
You arrived a short while later and made your way inside, people excitedly bussing around you as you made your way to where the party was being held. The hall in the embassy had been decorated in traditional American fashion. Tinsel, baubles and lights adorned the walls and a large, audacious, tree sat in the centre of the room with presents surrounding its base. You gazed around in awe of what you were seeing and Greg couldn’t stop watching at you.
Little did you know, neither could Javier Peña.
He had spotted you as soon as you’d entered. He had seen you around over the past few years but until now had never spared you a second glance. He watched you as you entered with Greg from accounts. He’d spoken to Greg a handful of times and he always seemed nice enough, if not a little dull. His attention was so stuck on you that he didn’t even hear Steve talking his ear off until his name was shouted in frustration. Pulling the agent from his fancy.
“Oh no, you leave that one alone.” Growled Steve when he noticed who Javier was staring at.
“What… why?”
“Because I know what you’re like and she’s sweet. She has worked hard to keep herself out of the limelight and you paying her any sort of attention will destroy that completely.” Stated Steve, downing that last of his drink as he watched you head to the bar with your companion “Besides she’s dating Greg anyway.”
“Greg’s dull.” Mumbled Javier and Steve barked out a laugh.
“Greg is nice and perfect for her.” Asserted the blonde agent “Leave her alone.” He warned and Javier simply rolled his eyes, waving his partner off as he stood.
‘Another.’ He asked as he lifted his empty glass and Steve nodded before turning his head to seek out his wife in the bustle of people beside him.
Javier watched you as he approached the bar, taking you in as he came to a stop a few stools over. The dress you wore fitted your form beautifully, highlighting your small waist and larger breasts. You had a perfect hourglass figure and he practically salivated at the sight, wanting nothing more than to worship every inch of you but you were forbidden fruit. Which made it all the harder to resist you.
You hadn’t noticed Javier watching you but Greg had and he felt resentment start to simmer beneath the surface of his skin. If Agent Peña had set his sights on you then he had no chance. No one could resist that man's charms. He was relieved however to see that you remained blissfully unaware of the man’s attentions so he did his best to keep yours on him.
“They’ve done a wonderful job with the decorations huh?” He spoke as he wrapped his arm around your waist and you nodded eagerly in reply “You’re the most beautiful thing here though.”
“Oh shush Greg.” You chuckled, you’d never been very good at taking a compliment.
“No seriously.” He said as he gazed longingly at you “These last few months have been… Well they’ve been wonderful and I know you want to take things slow and that’s fine. Just know that when you are ready, I will make sure to show you just how beautiful I think you are.”
You swooned at his statement but Javier scoffed and then as the narrative repeated in his mind he became intrigued. The two of you hadn’t slept together? How serious can you really be if you’ve never fucked? So he decided you were fair game. God help him, he was going to taste those lips before the night was done.
…
“Would you like another?” Javi asked you as he motioned to your empty glass.
You jumped at the sudden question, turning your head to see Javier Peña staring back at you. A mixture of thoughts and emotions rushed through you at once but the one that lingered was lust. The way the man opposite you was looking at you went straight to your core and you found you were losing yourself in his dark chocolate orbs.
“Oh uh… Yes please.” You fumbled, the shock of your current situation lingering.
“You look lovely.” He said sweetly as he motioned at the barman to refresh yours and his drinks “A little different to your usual get up.”
“How would you know what I usually wear?” You questioned, a little taken aback by his statement.
“I’ve seen you around.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders.
“Right.” You sniggered, taking a sip from your new drink “Thanks for the drink, Agent Peña.” You finished as you turned to leave only to be stopped by his hand grasping your arm.
“Call me Javi.’ He said softly as he smiled at you.
“Well, thank you again Javi but I must be getting back to my date.” Giving him a last nod you sauntered away, unable to miss the scowl plastered across Greg’s face.
“What did he want?” He asked as you came up beside him.
“He got me a drink.” You replied nonchalantly “That was all.”
“That isn’t all he wants from you.” He growled and your head shot back in shock at his change of tone.
“Greg, I am in no danger of attracting Javier Peña.” You snort, rolling your eyes at him.
“Have you seen how you look?” He snapped and you found yourself growing irritated.
“I have and I am not his type.” You spit “He’s only interested in slim, tall, perfect skinned beauties and I am none of those things Greg. You have nothing to worry about.”
Little did you know, he had plenty to worry about. As the evening went on the music started to die down and people began to say their goodnights, thinning the crowd down to the younger staff members of the embassy. Greg had remained possessive of you, noting how Javier would watch you as you danced with your friends or talked with other people from your department. He’d picked his prey and you were it. Greg, helpless to stop it.
“Would you like to dance Hermosa?” Came a deep voice from behind you and you shivered at the effect it had on you.
Turning you see Javier smiling down at you, his suit jacket long since discarded and tie also. He’d unfastened the top three buttons of his shirt and you couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his golden skin beneath. Then suddenly your brain caught up with the rest of you and you shook your head as you looked back up at the man that was towering over you.
“I shouldn’t.” You replied, shaking your head as you looked around nervously “I should get back to Greg.”
“Greg is stuck in a deep conversation with a bunch of other accountants.” He countered, taking one of your hands in his “Just one dance. Will be perfectly innocent I promise.”
You tried to find another reason to say no, anything, but you were coming up blank and so you were unable to resist when he pulled you gently towards the dance floor. The song was slow, soft and you glanced around at the other couples close to each other, slowly swaying to the music.
“Relax.” The agent whispered against the shell of your ear and you shivered,
“Why are you doing this Javi?” You questioned, looking up into his eyes.
“Doing what?” He asked with a mildly bemused expression on his face.
“This. Dancing with me, paying me any form of attention.” You elaborated and his brow furrowed “We both know I’m not your type so this isn’t some ploy to get me to sleep with you, or at least I hope it's not. You’ve never spoken to me before tonight so why? What’s this all about?”
“How do you know what my type is?” He questioned, dark eyes watching you closely.
“Because I live across the hall from you and so have seen many of your conquests leave. All thin and beautiful which I am not.” You chuckled to yourself, glancing at Steve who watched the two of you.
“Well firstly, I think you are beautiful.” He stated and you rolled your eyes “Really, you don’t believe me?”
“I believe you’re a smooth talker that’s good at getting women to fall in love with him.” He snorted at the, glancing at Steve a moment before returning his attention to you “I know I’m not beautiful.” You shrug “I came to terms with that a long time ago but I don’t like to be teased or played with. So if this is some sort of game or bet. Please don’t involve me.” You pleaded and Javier felt his heart ache a little that you’d think such a thing.
“This is no game Hermosa.” He said softly “I like you and I wanted to dance with you.” He continued, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek “That's all that is going on here.”
“You like me?” You questioned, unable to help the squeak in your voice.
He nodded as he smiled at you and then time seemed to stand still. Your eyes flitted to his lips as you gazed at each other, the world around you falling away as Javier Peña cupped your face and kissed you softly. You didn't react for a moment, shocked that this is even happening and then you responded, kissing him back as your hands gripped his wrists and when he pulled away, all eyes were on you.
“Can I take you home Hermosa?” He asked quietly as he gazed at you, smiling when you nodded in reply and then he was leading you out. Greg and the party were all forgotten.
…
“I hope you don’t expect me to sleep with you this evening.” You chuckled, smiling shyly at the man driving you.
“A man can always hope.” He replied, glancing at you a moment before returning his attention to the road.
“Well, I’m not that easy.” You stated, sticking your tongue out at him playfully which elicited a throating laugh from the agent "I like to be wooed first."
You loved his laugh. It brought you all new waves of pleasure to hear it but as your building seeped into view, along with a familiar-looking truck parked out front, the realisation hit you like a freight train.
“Oh my god.” You sobbed as you hopped out of his truck, clutching your middle as you cried.
“Hermosa what’s wrong?” Asked Javier, his tone panicked as he sprinted to your side.
“Greg.” You choked and he noticed you staring at the vehicle parked in front of his “I kissed you, and I left him there. What… Why would I do that?”
Javier pulls you into his arms, holding you as you cried over the relationship you know you had destroyed. He pulled you with him, taking you inside and into his apartment where he sat you down on his couch and poured you a drink.
“Thank you.” You hiccuped as you took the drink from him, staring at the glass as he sat beside you “I liked Greg.” You started, eyes not wavering from your glass “He was sweet. Liked me for me and I’d never had that before. All my previous boyfriends wanted one thing and I got burned so much I gave up on the idea that someone could want more with me.”
“You have to go through some hurt to find the right man.” Javier replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close “You’ll find him I’m sure. You deserve happiness.”
You sat there and talked for a little longer. Until your eyes were so heavy you could no longer keep them open and when Javier noticed you dosing off, he scooped you into his arms and carried you to his bed. He didn’t try anything. Just simply held you and it was the best sleep he’d had in years.
~
You had no idea you’d be the talk of the office when you returned from the holidays. Greg hadn’t spoken to you since that night and neither had Javi. You’d snuck out the next morning before he’d woken up, mortified that you’d fall asleep at his. You knew you hadn't had sex with him but you’d still slept with him and that brought on all kinds of different emotions. Did he like you the way you like him?
“So how was it?” Asked Kirsten as sat down at your desk, her eyebrows lifting.
“How was what?” You asked, your confusion evident in your features.
“Your hot night with agent Peña.” She elaborated and you almost choked on your coffee “You did fuck him right?”
“No, I didn’t.” You expelled, already feeling sick to the stomach at the realisation you were the talk of the office.
“Oh come on.” She rolled her eyes at your denial “No one goes home with Javier Peña without him having his way with them. You’re so lucky.” She sighed “Although poor Greg left with his tail between his legs. No one blames you for going to the better dish though… Javi is quite the meal.”
You abruptly grabbed your bag and stood from your chair, not stopping to pick it up as it clattered on the stone floor. All you could think about was getting out of there, and fast. You couldn’t miss the sniggering as you swiftly left the office, only to be stopped by two hands grabbing your shoulders.
“Woah what's up?” Asked Greg as he pulled you to the side.
“I uh… everyone's laughing at me.” You sobbed, eyes skirting around and catching peoples stares.
“What did you expect when you went home with Agent Peña.” He scoffed and you looked up at him with a broken expression “All those months clearly meant nothing to you as you dropped your panties for him the moment he called.”
“What? No… I didn’t sleep with him.” You assured, head shaking tears loose from your eyes “I swear to you I didn’t. He kissed me and that’s it.”
“Didn’t see you pushing him away.” He growled and your stomach sank “Despite what you pulled, I still care about you so I will have a word with the others. Just try to keep your head down from now on yeah?”
You nodded, sniffing as you watched him walk away but as you looked around you could see that everyone was still looking at you, talking about you.
You needed to leave.
Your sprinted to the elevators, uncaring of anyone else's attention and pressed the button vigorously, willing it to arrive. You didn’t even look when it opened, just shuffled inside and pressed the button for the parking level. You’d explain later why you’d left.
“Everything okay?” Came a soft Southern voice and you turned your head to see Steve beside you “Rough day?”
“Putting it lightly.” You replied, letting out a watery chuckle as you threw your head into your hands.
“I told Javi to leave you alone. Fucking prick.”
“No this is all my fault.” You sobbed as you looked up at him “Javi was sweet. I should really talk to him but today isn’t the day. Right now I need to go home and wallow.”
“Well, you can do that together if you like.” He chuckled and you looked at him in confusion “He ended up taking today off.
“Right.” You replied as you pulled your bag tighter over your shoulder as you exited the lift and headed towards your car.
Maybe you should speak to him today.
…
You’d more or less talked yourself out of it by the time you'd made it back to your apartment building. You pulled into your allotted parking spot, sprinted up the stairs and made it to your front door, only to be stopped by a familiar voice.
“What are you doing back?” He asked and you turned to face him, noting how his brows were drawn together in concern.
“I uh… Well, let's just say I’m the talk of the office.” You replied plainly as you pulled out your key, desperate to escape this inevitable conversation.
“Why?” He asked and you looked at him again in amazement.
Did this guy seriously have no clue?
“Well, let's see Javi. I turned up at this year's Christmas party with Greg, the guy I was seeing and then left with you after you kissed me in front of all of our colleagues. Why do you think that I’m the subject for office gossip?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you awaited his response.
“We didn’t sleep together thought?”
“They don’t know that” You replied, rolling your eyes at him “So that’s what everyone assumed happened. That I waited months to take that step with Greg but one kiss from you and I give you what you want.”
“I’m sorry Hermosa.” He replied, his eyes taking on a sad puppy dog quality that immediately had your anger melting away.
“Why aren’t you at work today Javi?” You questioned as your body language relaxed and you turned to put your key in the door.
“One of my informants died.” He announced and you immediately turned to look at him “She uh… Well, she was ratted in by one of her colleagues. We found her last night mutilated and raped.”
“Oh Javi, I’m… I’m so sorry.” You replied as you gave him a sympathetic look, your heart breaking from the pain that was so evident on his face “Did you want to come in?” You asked innocently and he nodded, taking the hand you offered and following you inside.
Little did you know that this time, you really would give Javi what he wanted. You talked, you consoled each other, you kissed and then finally when the kissing became heated and passionate you fucked him, allowing your own troubles to be dissolved by pleasure. You allowed yourself to lose yourself in him and he buried himself in you to escape himself but when all was done and you lay their sated in his arms you started to wonder.
Maybe he did like you.
~
It doesn’t take long for word to spread around the office that you had fucked Javier Peña now. Someone else who lived in the building overhearing your activities and telling the entire office the following day so when you’d turned up the following feeling more relaxed, it was quickly ripped away from you.
“So decided to skive off for a fantastic fuck with Javi Peña eh?” Kirsten asked as she winked at you, the colour completely draining from your face “You lying slut though. I knew you were shagging him.”
“I uh…”
“Oh no use in denying it, you were heard. You’re apparently pretty vocal in the sack.” She sniggered as the other girls in the office started to chuckle along with her “Oh Javi.” She mocked “Oh Javi yes… just there-“
You left before she could finish her berating, tears streaming down your cheeks as you made your way through the halls to the bathrooms in the hope you could cry alone in there but sure enough, you were not to be so lucky. Greg grabbed you as you tried to scurry past but there was no sympathy in those blue orbs anymore, nothing but anger.
“You fucking slut.” He growled, eyes burning you “I courted you for months. Treated you right and the first moment you get you fuck man whore Peña?” He spat and you flinched at his outburst “You just used me. Did you even fucking like me?”
“Yes, Greg.” You sobbed, fat tears flowing freely now “I did like you... I do even. I like you a lot, I swear I didn’t use you.”
“But you couldn’t resist opening your legs for Javier Peña.” He growled, snarling at you as he watched your face crumble “You know he doesn’t commit so good luck regaining any credibility you had here.” He finished, leaving you sobbing in his wake.
You quickly sprinted through the halls, people's mocking laughter filling your ears but you just pushed forward. You looked up a moment and that's when you caught eyes with him, the man from which all this trouble had stemmed from and you stopped, giving him a hopeful look as he grabbed your arm and pulled you to one side.
“What's the matter?”
“You seriously the only person in the embassy not to hear the latest gossip?” You asked, noticing the genuine confusion that spread across his face.
“We were heard Javi.” You explained, wiping your cheeks with your sleeves “Someone heard us and has told everyone.” You sobbed, face leaning into his hand as he cupped your cheek “But you can set everyone straight, tell them that this is different? I mean, it was different right?” You asked, eyes pleading for him to soothe your worries.
“Hermosa…” He trailed off as he dropped his hand and shook his head, your stomach dropping “Hermosa I-.”
“You said you like me.” You choked, eyes growing wide as you shook your head in disbelief “That I’m beautiful.”
“I do and you are.” He assured you “But I’m not a commitment guy.” He paused and you felt sick “What we did was just two friends comforting each other. Nothing more.”
You can’t believe it. How had you gone and done this again? You’d given yourself to someone body and soul only to be stomped on again. You were a fool and you knew it. There was never going to be a chance of Javier Peña want more than to bury himself in you. You were plain. Simple.
Ordinary.
You left without another word. Darting into the nearest bathroom where you emptied the contents of your stomach before crying yourself dry. When you did finally emerge you were called into your manager's office and were instantly told to take some time. You had some leave to take so they advised you to take it. Let the scandal die down a little. You couldn’t be the talk of the office forever.
So you do. You take the two months you accrued and you leave, numb the entire drive back to your apartment. You thought about going home, actually taking a vacation but then you’ve never been one for adventure. You don’t have anyone back home. No family or friends to speak of so you decide to spend it here. At home. Wallowing in your own self-pity.
~
2 months later…
Javier had noticed your absence and he’d also noticed that you never left your apartment. At least you never left it when he was around to see it. He knew you were due back today, one of the other secretaries informing him that your leave had ended so why weren’t you here? It wasn’t like you to be late. You were always in before most of the other office admins were, sipping your coffee as you went through your daily schedule.
No one else seemed to be worried about your absence. A few assuming you’d forgotten that you were due to come back but they were a little surprised when Agent Peña had started asking around for you. Everyone knew that things between you and him had crashed and burned, your very public refusal being the next hot topic for the weeks that followed. So when he came up short with your colleagues he went to your boss, his worry growing by the minute.
“I’m not sure why it matters to you where she is.” Stated your boss as they continued to skim through the paperwork in front of them “It’s because of you that she ended up taking leave.”
“I understand that but…”He paused a moment, trying to carefully plan what he needed to say “She lives opposite me. I’ve not seen her leave in two months or even heard a peep from her apartment. I know that her suffering is my doing but I do care about her well being.”
“Well, you should have thought about her well being before you dragged her name through the dirt.”
“Do you know where she is?” He growled, growing more and more impatient by the second.
“Yes, I do.” They replied plainly.
“So?”
“She’s in the hospital.” Javier’s eyes shot open, stomach dropping as he stared at the older woman across from him.
“What… what happened?” He asked although he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
“I can’t tell you that.” She stated and he let out a frustrated sigh
“Is she at least going to be okay?”
“She’s in a bad way.” She paused as she finally placed the documents in her hands down “If you want to see her I can’t stop you. Just know… it is very likely that she won’t want to see you.”
She told the agent where you were and watched as he left, knowing that deep down he had a right to know what had happened to put you there.
…
A few flashes of his badge and he was soon led to your room, stopping the doctor as he left your room and demanding he be told what was wrong. He could see that you were sleeping inside and he felt himself ease a little seeing that you weren’t bloody and beaten. So what was wrong?
“She was poisoned.” The doctor explained in Spanish and Javier felt his anxiety shoot through the roof again.
“Poisoned?” He asked “How? By who?”
“By herself.” The doctor stated and Javier’s stomach dropped.
Had he really hurt you that badly?
“She tried to terminate her pregnancy using an old home remedy.” The doctor elaborated and Javier jumped at that.
“Pregnancy?”
“Yes.” The doctor nodded “She is around 2 months pregnant.”
Javier knew instantly it was his and a mixture of emotions coursed through him. Why had you not come to him? Why did you feel like this was the right thing to do? If there was a baby involved he would do what was right. You had to know that right?
“She is sedated.” The doctor continued “The baby survived. The remedy did not work but it did nearly kill her. She was hysterical when she arrived. Begging us to save it.” He paused, glancing at you before returning his attention to Javier “I don’t think she really wanted to get rid of it. She was just desperate and scared. She should be okay though. We will continue to monitor her and the baby. ”
Javier nodded before stepping aside so the Doctor could leave. His mind was racing as he stepped inside of your hospital room and taking a seat at your side. He would wait. Wait until you woke up and he would talk to you. He needed to understand why you did this. Why you felt you had no other option.
…
You were shocked to find Peña dosing in the chair beside your bed when you woke up. How did he even know you were here? Your head was pounding and your mouth dry so you turned your head to find the bottle of water a nurse had brought you earlier, only to knock it when you went to grab it. The agent woke instantly and you groaned in frustration. You didn’t need his lecture right now.
“Hey.” He said softly as he grabbed the bottle and opened it before bringing it to your lips “How are you feeling?”
You shrugged as you sipped the water, relishing how it soothed your sore throat and dry tongue. You nodded when you’d had your fill and watched as he screwed the lid back on and placed it back on the table.
“What are you doing her Javier?” You rasped and he flinched at your inquiry.
“I was worried about you.” He stated, sad eyes locking with yours “The doctor said you and the baby are going to be okay.” He said with a smile and your eyes started to water.
“So you know?”
“Yes.” He replied plainly “He also told me you tried to get rid of it.” He paused, stroking away a tear that escaped from your eye “Why?”
“Because I knew you wouldn’t want it.” You replied, lip trembling as you spoke “And I didn't want to raise it on my own.” You paused, watching him process your words before you go for the jugular “Besides, I was just another one of your conquests. Can't go tarnishing your record and I’ve destroyed my reputation enough. Having your baby will just destroy whatever integrity I have left.”
“So what are you going to do?” He asks, stomach twisting.
“I’m going to leave Javier.” You said plainly “I will leave and I will raise this baby on my own. No one will ever need to know you have a bastard child with one of your many whores. I want nothing from you so you can go now.”
“Hermosa I-“
“Leave.” You growled, angry tears staining your cheeks “I’m giving you the out you want. Take it.”
Part 2
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nineteen
word count: 7391
content warning: light smut, some angst? there's a lot of tears and anxiety with these two
A/N: hasn't been proofread, sorry for any mistakes
After the new year’s eve party, everyone carpooled back to the airport to be at their respective homes. The plan was that Nicole would have the dogs until they could both head back up to Sudbury in June which seemed easy enough but the overhanging cloud that he would be leaving in forty-eight hours was getting dark and stormy.
Chris: Hey guys, I have some news
Robert: If you came over here to brag about another hot shot project you can shove it evans
Chris: It’s personal, it’s personal I promise. *sends a picture of Nicole’s hand with the ring*
Jeremy: A woman’s hand is your news?
Scarlett: WHAT?!
Scarlett: I’m kidding, I already knew (middle finger emoji)
Chris E.: *sends a photo of him and Nicole together and then a photo of the entire family at Christmas.*
Chris E.: Everyone, this is Nicole, I proposed to her back in December and I know I should’ve introduced her sooner but I was worried I would scare her off.
Chris looked down at his phone, “Oh, well look at that. Downey is calling.”
“Like… Robert Downey Jr?”
“Yes.”
Nicole’s eyes widened, “Don’t answer it!”
“I have to!”
“No, you literally don’t!”
Chris nodded as he answered it, “Hey buddy, how ya doing?”
“I am doing just dandy, I hear you have finally found the love of your life.
“I did but she is actually trying to sneak out of the living room right now.” Chris said with a smirk, slowly turning the phone to face Nicole as she was halfway down the hall to her crime room. Nicole held her breath as she turned around only being able to wave.
“C'mon over here, let’s meet each other!” Robert called out as Nicole slowly exhaled and made her way back to Chris’ side.
“Hey, I’m Robert.”
“I’m Nicole, uhm, hi. Big fan.”
Robert let out a loud laugh, “Well, I’m flattered. What have you kids been up to?”
“Well, I flew her back down to Austin before I start my crazy traveling and working schedule now that the holidays are over. We just had some tacos for lunch and now we’re on the couch deciding what movie to watch. I wanted to stay with her a few days before I left her again.”
“That’s sweet, how was the holidays with his family?”
Nicole started to nod, “Uhm, they were good. It was really good. It went a lot better than him meeting my parents but…Gosh, sorry, I don’t know why meeting you guys almost causes me the same anxiety as meeting his parents did but-“
“Oh, don’t be nervous! I’m just making sure you know what you’re getting into.”
“Oh? Does Mister Evans come with a disclaimer?”
“Yes he does. He is a prankster, he is a menace, and he is completely fucking wild when he gets alcohol in him.”
“Well, he’s a gemini. He has to keep his mind entertained and at bay somehow.”
“Oh, look at her. She’s already on top of it! How long have you known each other?”
Chris took a deep breath, “This month will be six.”
“Six months?” Robert asked with a laugh before continuing, “Love at first sight. Truly amazing for you, the hopeless romantic, Evans.
“It’s like you told me, when it’s meant to be I’ll know it. You’ve seen me through a lot of relationships and you know how it’s been for me. I knew for sure when I walked the carpet with her.”
“Yeah, I was curious about it when I heard about the movie premiere but I didn’t want to pry. You’ve always hated those. Was he overly anxious?”
“I don’t think so, I think he was jittery but I’m not sure if that was anxiety or excitement. I think his mind was elsewhere, not like in a naughty way but a is she okay or having a good time kind of way. A holy shit the world is meeting my girlfriend kind of way…He seemed happy.”
Chris couldn’t stop smiling at her, “I was happy. I’m glad I had her come because seeing how much she loved the movie made it easier.”
“Well, I guess then the bulk of the warnings have been done and over. I will say that I just want you to know he talks A LOT. Don’t be put off by that because he does eventually settle down and even out.”
Nicole nodded with a little laugh, “I know, I know he does. But when he does talk a lot I find it charming because when I talk a lot it’s just word vomit and makes no sense. So, if he’s the one doing all the talking I’m absolutely fine with it.”
“Charming? Wow.” Robert said drawing out the last word in a form of dramatics, “I guess she’s really smitten with you, Evans.”
“She is, and it’s mutual… I think the only reason she lets me talk is she loves the accent and I use big words.” He said using finger quotes on the word big causing her to laugh.
“Okay, his dictionary is a lot bigger than mine and I find it fascinating. I’m a tech person which he definitely doesn’t understand so we just compliment each other in that way.”
Chris let out a laugh, “That’s her nice way of telling me that I'm old but that’s fine. I’ve been waiting for that domestic life and I think we have it. We’re still working each other out but the love is there, the chemistry is there… I just knew from that first day it was her, it had to be her. I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it.”
“Well, I’m proud of you, Evans. I’ll be looking forward to the wedding invite. Nicole, welcome to the family, it’s great to have ya. Hopefully we can meet in person soon. But I gotta head out, I’ll talk to you both later.”
They both said goodbye to Robert waving before Chris hit the end call and looked over at her with a smile, “That wasn’t so bad, right?”
“No, it was just one of my dad’s favorite actors so I’m like oh my god don’t mess it up.”
He threw his head back with a laugh, “Yeah, he told me that when I asked his permission to marry you actually.”
“Oh my god. Of course he did." She shook her head with a little laugh, "Do you mind if we tell my audience we're engaged since Scott kinda let it out of the bag?"
"Yeah, we can do that. Better to get it filmed so we don't have to worry about doing it later."
It took her a little while to set up but when she finally did she hit record on the camera and sat down. Nicole drummed her hands on the table before spinning her chair around, “Yes, hi, hello! Happy new year to all my ladies, men, and nonbinary friends! How are we doing? How are we feeling? How were the holidays? Good food? Good company? I hope so.” She stopped her chair from spinning before taking a deep breath, “Okay, that was stupid I’m really dizzy now. Uhm, I am here today because something has come up. And I’ve seen a lot of comments saying I’m ignoring it or I’ve stopped reading comments, but that isn’t true. It will probably never be true because I am a nosy bitch. Some of you may remember a video I posted in October but what you guys don’t know is that video was filmed months earlier and I was waiting for the okay to post it. If you have stopped by any of my streams at all in the last few months you’d hear me talking about this mystery man. So this isn’t like a very sudden life change before everyone freaks out…If you have been on twitter or instagram lately you would have probably seen us at the airport or on a red carpet for a big movie. And hopefully with that you have caught on to what I’m trying to say. So, yes, I am dating Ana De Armas.”
“WHAT?!” Chris yelled playfully from the otherside of the room causing her to hide behind her makeup table laughing.
Nicole sat up a few moments later and motioned him to come over, “I’m so sorry. It was right there I had to.”
Chris walked into the frame shaking his head, “You’ve been waiting for that all morning, haven’t you?”
“I was teetering on it but I didn’t decide until just now to say it. You’ve just been standing in the corner grinning like an idiot so I wanted to see your reaction.” She smiled as his arms wrapped around her and his head rested on her shoulder so he could face the camera.
“Uhm, hi everyone. I’m Chris Evans and we just wanted to make a video letting you all know so that the speculation could cease.”
Nicole smiled and reached up to pat his arm, “So, here’s the deal. I knew I was spending the holidays with him so I wanted to make sure that I had enough videos to cover any additional vacation or flight delays. It has been interesting finding ways to work around the comments and tweets to find cases you guys wanted me to cover so we have a new system on how submitting new cases works. And I’ll explain that in the next video but, uhm, this is my boyfriend.”
“Well, technically…”
"Technically, my fiancé if you're fancy."
She tilted her head to look at him, “Do you want to tell them how we got here?”
“Yeah, why not? Let me sit down and we’ll do this.”
She got up so he could take her seat before positioning herself on his lap to where she could look back at him but also look at the camera when she wanted to. She smiled and pressed her forehead against his as he wrapped his arms around her. He gave her a quick kiss before she sat back upright and looked at the camera with a smile, “Okay, I’m going to backtrack a little bit…Uhm, last year was a little bit crazy and a little bit of a whirlwind. I met this goofy man from Massachusetts and we had the most amazing first date. And before people talk about how he flashed his money at me or something we literally ate takeout on my patio, it wasn’t about what we were doing or eating it was about getting to know each other. And as the year went on, the streams got a little more distant because I couldn’t just pick up my set up and take it to wherever he was…And I know that doing that, leaving you guys without really any explanation for like two months is really shitty and I’m sorry but that’s how life goes sometimes. I felt guilty the first two times I did it but then I realized how people-pleasing of me that was. And I never wanted this to feel like something I had to do, it was always something I wanted to do. So I sat down with myself and was like hey, you have to live for yourself. And I did, I got to meet all of his family, we celebrated my birthday, he met my family and my friends, and we spent the holidays together. I got to spend the first holidays of many with my soulmate and I didn’t think I’d ever be able to say that.” As she sniffled, he hugged her a little tighter before looking up at her with a pout, “You okay?”
She let out a quiet ‘yeah’ with a small nod before he reached his hand up to wipe her tear away before lowering it and squeezing her thigh gently. He took a deep breath and his glance shifted from her to the camera, “We are a bunch of criers, we get teary eyed over a lot of things… But I just want to say the first few months of this I was holding my breath because I got so worried she was going to leave. She will say that she was nervous I would leave her but that never crossed my mind. I wanted to see where my life would lead me because nothing until now ever really felt right. It’s not perfect. I’m not going to lie and say everything is great and nothing ever goes wrong, but I will say we love each other through it. My friend Scar always tells me that love doesn't have perfect timing. It shows up and envelops us when we need it the most. And I know what it looks like, I know what the articles are going to say and we don't mind... We didn’t plan to do this by the way, twitter just sort of blew up over the weekend and there's some things we want to say directly from us. That's why what we’re saying probably just sounds like word vomit, but I just want to make one solid point. One take away, if you’re going to take anything away from this video… I’m a private man. I don’t like my life put out on display, but that’s all Nicole does and that is so brave. I am the luckiest man in the world, truly. I proposed to Nicole last month and I am so happy that she said yes. And it’s going to be this big thing to a lot of you and it is, marriage is big, but I’m not ashamed to call her my fiancé. Wifey. The love of my life. Because she is and I want her to be able to talk about it and show it off. I don’t want to hide her and she shouldn’t have to hide me. Before she sat down, she gave me the ring to put in my pocket and it hit me. She’s going to have to do that before every video and every stream and I don’t want her to.” He tilted his head to look up at her, “Because I love you.”
“I love you too.” She said with a smile before kissing his forehead.
Nicole leaned back in his arms with a smile, “So, yes. We’re engaged. I will be at home minding my business, drinking my juice, and making content for you all. Streams will resume next week as he goes back to work and we’ll see where this goes. I may disappear for a week or so in there but if anything happens now at least I know I can update you all…I think that’s all I wanted to say. As far as people wanting another video of us, I don’t think we’ll be making any videos together any time soon if at all.”
“Well-“
“Christopher.”
“Right, my bad. But yes to photos of each other and finally liking Instagram posts or tweets.
"Well, I need to see if I can get him on Instagram.”
She smiled as he kissed her cheek before continuing, “But I want to give a big thank you to everyone who has been nice about this on both sides and I just…I’m happy to share this with you guys. And now that everything is out there I think I can better decide how I’m going to proceed with all this. We have a good foundation made out of the public eye and this is the next chapter of our lives.”
“You said that so beautifully.” She told him as she ruffled his hair.
“Thank you, now do your little outro.”
“Yes, yes. Thank you guys so much for watching, listening, and understanding. Stay safe out there, be kind to others, and always remember how important you are to the world. I’ll see you all later, bye!”
“Bye!” Chris chimed in with a wave before Nicole got up and turned the camera off.
“You gonna edit it now?” He asked while still sitting in the chair and she shook her head before holding her hand out to him, “I wanna spend what little time we have together. I can edit it later.”
January third crept up on them and Chris had to leave yet again. He tried to entice her to join him at the Golden Globes but knew it wasn’t fair to be charting her around when she had so much to do. She was happy that he had taken the day to fly with her back to Austin and spend one more day together. The way his schedule was set up, Nicole likely wouldn’t see him again until the beginning of March which would only be for a weekend. She would be able to see him longer on his birthday but it was still heartbreaking to think about. Kennedy and Dodger were happy because at least they got to stay together playing tug of war and chasing each other around the yard but Nicole missed how life was during the holiday break. She used to love her home in Austin. It was a perfect layout, she designed every room herself, but she missed him.
She realized then that happiness wasn’t a specific place like Austin or Disneyland but it was with a person. She felt so pathetic waiting by the phone for him to call, often sending him pictures of the dogs and ‘I love you’ texts, but not too many as she was worried she would annoy him. It was unlikely that she could annoy him to the point that he would leave her but she still worried. Valentine’s day was coming up and she was more than a little bummed that they had to be apart for it.
And it showed up sooner than expected. The morning of the fourteenth she had woken up to a long text message from Chris.
(Good morning, darling. I know you aren’t awake yet but I just wanted to make sure you woke up to a sweet message on Valentine’s Day. I am so sorry that I couldn’t be at home with you today as you know there is no place I would rather be. I sent you some credits on doordash so you can order yourself whatever breakfast in bed you would like. I know we said no presents so I hope you don’t get too upset at the little surprise left at your door. I love and miss you so so much and I hope to see that beautiful face soon. Have a great rest of your day and I’ll call you tonight.)
She got out of bed with a smile and pep in her step as she quickly got dressed. As excited as she was, she made sure to let the dogs out into the backyard first before opening up the front door. Her smile grew immensely and she started to shake her head. He had ordered the biggest rose bouquet she had ever seen and a medium burgundy gift bag. She carried both into the kitchen and set them both on the island before taking a picture and sending it to him with the text message (this is a little surprise? I’d hate to know what a big surprise is!)
Opening up the bag, there was a card that said open first and a small black box. She started to open the letter while making herself comfortable on the closest stool to her. Pulling the card out of the envelope she started to smile, there were several hand drawn sunflowers in the background with the words ‘to the love of my life’ written on top. Lifting up the centerfold, she smiled at the paragraph he had left for her, signed off with a heart, smiley face, and daddy long leg spider drawing.
(Our lives have just begun but I feel like I’ve known you forever. You are so beautiful, intelligent, hilarious, and kind. I am so damn lucky that I get to call you my partner and it pains me that I can’t be there to really surprise you with the most romantic day. I will make it up for you for our anniversary, I promise. I’m also sorry that the roses are in a traditional bundle but I wanted to give you a rose for every week we have been together. 30! Can you believe it?!
In the box is a surprise, I hope we can continue to carry on for the rest of our Valentine's days together. I know that eventually it will become full and we will have to find a creative way on how to display them but I hope it makes you smile as the memory brings me so much joy even when we are separated. I miss you tremendously and love you even more. Happy Valentines Day Wifey!)
Tears were burning her eyes as she put the card down and reached for the box and when she saw what was inside of it the tears fully came out. It was a bracelet with a single charm on it, the charm being a whisk to symbolize the baking video they did together. It took more than a few minutes to pull herself together before she was calm enough to put the bracelet on. Leaning her phone up against the flowers, she started recording a little video to send to him, and hit record. With a little laugh, she wiped away her remaining tears, “You made me so emotional and I’m so mad at you for it! You aren’t here to hug me and that sucks so much…Gosh, uhm, the roses are beautiful and this bracelet is just the cutest thing ever. I like how you remember the little things. You always remember the little moments that add up to mean so much. You are the sweetest man with the absolute biggest heart. You are such a gem and I am so happy to be your wifey…I hate how bad I am with words when it comes to expressing my gratitude and admiration but just know that I love you and I miss you and I cannot wait for our future Valentines we can hopefully spend together. I’ll talk to you later. I hope you’re having a great day!” She said with a big smile and blew a kiss before hitting the stop button and sending it to him. It was almost a bummer to start the day off on such a strong note because the rest of the day just seemed to drag on. After ordering herself some food and catching up on some shows while cuddling up with the dogs, she knew it would be best to get work done instead of just moping around.
She wasn’t sure how long she spent in her office editing videos but she smiled as her phone started to ring and answered his call with a wave, “Happy Valentines Day!”
“Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart. I’m sorry to call you in the car but I couldn’t stay away from it any longer.”
“It’s okay.” She reassured him while pulling her legs up onto the chair before looking back at her computer, “I’m currently editing a video so I guess we’re both kinda working.”
“Oh, What video are you editing?”
“John Wayne Gacy. I’ve been sticking to some generic ones until my mods can send me over a list from the google doc.”
"Oh yeah? How many cases have you got recorded?"
"I recorded eight so far, I've only edited four though, this will be the fifth. I've been busy researching the last few days so I figured I better do some actual work."
“I see…Well, assuming you have been cooped up all day, do you want to see how beautiful the sky is tonight?”
“Sure.” Nicole replied with a small smile before redirecting her gaze to the screen as he pointed the phone up and around, “Wow, that truly is something.”
Chris laughed, “It’s so sad you don’t even recognize your front yard.”
Nicole stood up, “Wait, you’re outside?!”
“Come down here and take a look for yourself.”
She opened the door of her office, racing down the stairs with the dogs and opened the front door to see him standing there in a suit with his arms wide open.
“Happy Valentines Day.” He said softly with a big smile. Nicole let out an excited squeal before jumping onto his waist causing him to stumble back a few steps with a laugh, “You missed me that much?”
“I missed you so so much! Happy Valentines Day! Oh my god!” She said before kissing his cheek a few times and burying her face in his neck, “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“Well, I wasn’t going to leave you alone for our very first valentines day.”
“I’m crying all over your suit, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m crying too.” He said with a sad laugh, rubbing her back softly as she hopped off his waist.
She playfully pushed him with a small sniffle, “You jerk! How long have you been planning this for?!”
“A month, maybe a little more.” He leaned in to kiss her forehead before kneeling down to greet the dogs that had been excitedly jumping on him.
“Did you fly in from DC?”
“Yeah, it’s been a long week on planes for me. I was in LA, then New York, and ended up in DC for two days but lucky for both of us Valentine's Day is on a Friday so we get to spend it together. So, Mark did the last two meetings alone so I could be here.”
“Well thank god for Mark. You will have to give him all my thanks.”
“I definitely have but I will send him more thanks tomorrow. But tonight is about us.” He said with a smirk standing up and grabbing his bag off the porch.
“Oh, I like that idea.” She said with a big smile before reaching out grabbing his tie to pull him through the threshold of her front door.”
“Oh yeah? You like the suit too?
“I really love it when you wear suits. I like pulling you in by your tie and kissing you… The perfectly tailored pants and the belt. Don’t get me wrong, I love the sweatpants too. I really love them but this is special. There’s just something about you all dressed up that is my favorite. ”
He smirked, “Alright, well, my favorite outfit that you wear… Hmm, it has to be one you wear outside?”
Nicole nodded with a smile, “I see this is a hard question for you to answer.”
“Just can’t stop thinking about you running around in those cute hipster panties and my shirts. If I had to pick an outfit, I would say the crop tops and high waisted jeans just because I know that’s your favorite and you’re comfortable in it."
"That's not an answer. What's YOUR favorite thing I wear?"
"Well, I guess my favorite thing you wear is those thigh high boots and it’s a crime you’ve only worn them twice.”
“From that first day we met?”
“I love those boots. Those are witch boots.”
She laughed loudly, “Witch boots!?”
“You must’ve put some kind of hex on me when you had them on. I’ve been obsessed with you ever since, they’re witch boots.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
He shrugged with a smile before lifting her up over his shoulder causing her to let out a squeal.
When they got into the bedroom, he set his backpack on the chair before setting Nicole down and beginning to kiss her. He shouldn’t have been surprised at how quickly she had pulled his jacket off of him as he had been thinking about this all day as well. He lifted her oversized graphic tee over head breaking the kiss for mere moments before she returned to his lips fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Chris tugged down her sweatpants and underwear while she stepped backwards towards the bed, gasping as she fell back against it. She looked up at Chris as he unbuttoned the four buttons that were left and threw the shirt behind him. Letting out an amused hum, he admired her from above, “Gosh, look at you…” Reaching down, he slid his hand between her legs and she opened them for him.
He slowly slid his finger up and down her wet slit, “I’m not even sure you need me to eat you out tonight, I think you’re ready.”
“I just want you… Please.” She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes several times.
He smirked looking her up and down before taking off his belt and pants and climbing on top of her. He slowly slid into her with them both lightly whimpering as they took in how great the other felt. It wasn’t long until he started thrusting in and out of her harder and faster. She grabbed onto his shoulder as he gripped her hips and angled her up towards him. Arching her back she let out a small gasp before dragging her nails across his back, and when she did this he made a sound that was foreign to her. Worried that she hurt him, she placed a hand on his chest and asked if he was okay. “Oh, I’m more than okay. Scratch me harder, scratch me as much as you want.” He insisted before starting to kiss her neck. She gasped as his lips met her neck, it almost felt as if he branded her. Chris wasn’t normally very loud when they had sex, just grunts and low groans but tonight he had let everything go. Between showering her in praise, taunting her, and moaning her name; Nicole’s head was spinning. By the time he had finished, her vision was a little blurry and her entire body was shaking. She was only jolted back to reality when he rolled onto his back and took her with him. “Uhm-I-fuck, I love you.” She said with an exhausted laugh resting her head against his.
“I love you too.” He said, smiling against her cheek as his hand rubbed small circles around her back.
Nicole placed several kisses across his chest and up his neck before laying down against him again and hugging him, “Happy Valentines Day.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, wifey.”
“My throat hurts.” Nicole said softly punctuating her sentence with a small pout.
“Well you screamed loud enough I think they may have heard us back in LA.”
“It’s not my fault that you give me so many orgasms.”
Chris let out an exaggerated groan, “Oh yes, what a problem that your husband gives you too many orgasms.”
“Yes, it is a problem because now I’m just a limp little noodle that can’t walk or fully articulate words.”
“You got ‘out’ articulate that's pretty good!” He teased before she swatted his chest with a laugh and rolled off of him.
Chris smiled at her before looking down at his torso, “Look at this little snail trail my love left me.”
Nicole sat up and looked at him blinking a few times before gasping completely shocked, “Are you serious?”
“Look at it!” He said pointing at it with a laugh.
Nicole looked from his torso to his face with her mouth still open. She shook her head a few times, “That is the grossest thing you’ve EVER said to me. And on Valentines Day!” She playfully hit his chest and he grabbed her wrist still laughing, “That can’t be the grossest thing I’ve said to you, cmon.”
“I’m going to give the ring back if you bring it up again!” She said with a loud laugh.
“You wouldn’t dare!” He said, still laughing, “Cmon, baby, cmon! It’s funny!” He said pulling her back against his chest in a big hug, “I’m sorry.”
“You better be sorry! It’s your fucking fault!”
His laughter slowly diminished and he kissed her cheek, “It’s just so funny when you get all pouty and surprised and angry. You’re like that little frog that screams.”
She gasped and looked up at him, “Okay, you did not fuck me nearly well enough to be roasting me like this!”
“Oh is that so?” He said with a raised brow, “Because I can go again. I don’t think you can go again. I'm going to have you trembling in seconds!” He taunted while rolling on top of her and she quickly started patting his chest, “No, no, no!”
“Exactly.” He said with a smirk trying not to laugh as she scrunched up her eyebrows forming her face into an angry pout.
“What’s the face for?”
“I’m hungry and you're being mean.”
“No one is stopping you from going downstairs and getting food.”
“Oh what, I don’t get the gentleman version of you tonight? Captain America would carry me down a flight of stairs for a late night snack.”
He threw his head back laughing, “I’ve been waiting for that one.” He got out of bed and pulled on his boxers before handing her a new set of her underwear and a shirt to get dressed, helping her into the underwear as she tugged on the shirt. He was smirking at her the entire time and she sighed, “I don’t want to hear another word about this, okay?”
“You got it. Not a single word…Tonight.”
Nicole rolled her eyes before getting up and jumping onto his waist.
“My little spider monkey.” He laughed
Her face fell into another little pout, “I don’t think I’m active enough to be a spider monkey.”
“Okay, so what do you wanna be?” He asked as he stepped off the final step and started making his way to the kitchen.
“A sloth.”
“Well, you’re definitely cuter than a sloth. How about a koala?”
She nodded a couple times with a smile, “Yeah, I’m a koala.”
He opened the fridge with his free hand, “Well what does my little koala want to eat?”
“Pudding?”
“Pudding isn’t a full meal.”
Nicole sighed with a pout, “Okay fine, I guess I’ll have…Mac and cheese? Is that an okay food?”
“That is a great food and you can have a cup of pudding while I make it.” He said with a smile before handing her one and setting her on the counter. He jogged across the kitchen and grabbed a spoon before bringing it back over to her. Nicole pulled herself fully on the counter to sit cross legged watching him get the items ready to make the mac and cheese. They continued to talk about their weeks as this has been their first real conversation without time restraints in weeks and it was nice just being able to fully open up to each other again. They hung out in the kitchen eating and chatting until nearly two in the morning. After putting the dishes in the sink and letting the dogs out one last time, Chris carried her back upstairs and they settled into bed again. He was running his fingers up and down her spine causing her to giggle a little bit, “Ticklish there?”
“A little bit.” She hugged him a little tighter, “Happy Valentines Day.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day baby.” He kissed the top of her head, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too…I wish you never had to leave.”
The words brought tears to his eyes and kept him awake by echoing in his head longer than he wanted them too.
The next morning when Nicole woke up the bed was empty. If it wasn’t for his backpack sitting on her chair she would’ve thought him coming home was a dream. Getting out of bed she pulled on one of his shirts and some socks before trotting downstairs. She smelled the food he was cooking before she even reached the first floor and smiled. Reaching down she gave the dogs a few pets before walking into the kitchen, “Well good morning to you too.” She teased.
Chris smiled over at her before pointing at one of the island seats with his spatula, “I was going to bring it to you in bed as a nice surprise for a continued Valentines treat but since you’re here have a seat.”
The two enjoyed a french toast breakfast together even though he teased that she only had raspberries and no blueberries or strawberries. After breakfast, they took a walk around the block with the dogs before returning home to watch movies until it was time to go out to dinner. Nicole gave the two dogs their treats before sitting next to Chris who was flipping through channels on her TV. She looked over at him with a sigh, “When do you leave?”
“Tomorrow afternoon.”
“Is that what you’re upset about?”
“I’m not upset.” He looked over at her with a fake smile and she raised an eyebrow.
“Something's off. I don’t know what it is but I know something is off.”
He sighed, “I’m sorry, it’s a mental thing. I’ve had a rough few days and I guess I’m still trying to shake it.”
“What happened?”
“I had this interview with esquire and I just… I don’t know.” He gave a defeated shrug before turning the TV off and setting the remote back on the side table.
“Did you say something you want him to edit out? I’m sure Nick could get him to-“
“No, I just think I’m at a pivotal point in my life and career. It is just a lot to think about and it’s making my head spin.”
Nicole reached out and grabbed his hand, “Do you wanna talk about it?”
He shook his head, “I’m just very excited to spend the weekend with you. I’ve missed you. I miss talking to you…”
“I miss you too, but I also know that I’m a clingy creature by nature. I’ve been told it’s my downfall. So knowing that I’m codependent and needy, I’ve dialed it back because I don’t want to lose you. I didn’t want to be too much but… I really love you.”
“I love you too.” He smiled at her and gently pulled on her arm. With a light laugh, she crawled across the couch and curled up in his lap. “Can I let you in on a secret?” He asked while he wrapped his arms around her.
“If you want to.” She said with a smile, resting her head on his shoulder.
“I’m sort of a needy codependent myself.”
Nicole couldn't help but laugh, “Yeah?”
“I’ve been fine with the long distance thing before. You maybe see each other once a month or every two months and that was okay. I was fine with that because you can just call each other and you have work but, God. The house was so empty when you left. And I really thought maybe it was because the holidays had just ended and I was at home alone but in DC and New York, and LA. It didn’t matter, I just missed you. I wanted you there or me here and I didn’t want to ask for it because that’s selfish”
She was busy playing with the collar of his sweater, she hadn’t even noticed the long pause he was taking, “I don’t think that’s selfish.”
“I’ve just gotten to the point where the family and the homebody life is so appealing. I don’t know if acting is worth it for me anymore. It just feels like a job.”
“Do you want me to be honest?” She asked with a laugh as he nodded. She sighed before continuing, “Don’t take this as an attack either, okay?”
“I won’t.”
“Well, it is a job. Even if sometimes it doesn’t feel like it, it’s a job. And I don’t think you want to retire from it… I don’t think it’s an egotistical award thing like an Oscar or something. I just think there’s a goal you’ve always had deep inside you and you haven’t reached it yet. Now, I don’t know what it is and I don’t need to know what it is. But I know that you won’t rest until you finish it because no matter how tired you are of the flights and the press and the circus of it, you keep doing it.”
“How do you know me better than I know myself sometimes?”
She shrugged before moving out of his lap, “The same way you know me. Our souls are the same, we know how the other works.” She reassured him before leaning back and resting her head on his lap and looking up at him.
He gave her a sad smile before starting to play with her hair, “What’s your goal?”
Nicole took a deep breath, “I don’t know if I have a set goal, I haven’t thought about it in a while. I think my goal is to either help solve a cold case or to help get a law passed to protect others. I thought saving that dude from death row for one final trial before the Supreme Court would be it. I thought that was the goal but I just went back home and got back to work. I thought the goal would be buying a house and saving up enough money to comfortably retire, and it still wasn’t… There’s no clear goal, Chris. The earth is round for a reason. It’ll never stop spinning. You have to decide when you’ve had enough. You need to decide when the distance you have ran and the impact your footprint has made on the world is enough to sit on the side and relax… If I'm being honest, I know that I'm being replaced on YouTube and other places and that’s okay. I'm okay with that, but I still have more in me, I have more I want to say and do. So I'm going to keep making content until I'm okay with the ending. Right now, I know that I have more in me, I’m not finished. We are lucky enough to decide the path we take in life, but don't get paralyzed by the power of choice.”
“I just don’t know when will be the right time to stop.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course doll.”
“Are you avoiding taking a break or retiring because in your mind that means you can never go back?”
He sighed before looking across the room at his dogs, unable to look at her, “I’m not sure.”
Nicole continued to look up at him with a pout, “I think our minds are both getting the best of us.”
“Yeah? What’s going on in your pretty little mind?” He asked, shyly glancing back down at her before looking away.
“A lot of insecurity…Let’s take a nice calming bath and head to bed. “
“The sun hasn’t even set, Nicole.”
“I know, but we could both use the relaxation and then we can order or make dinner when we get hungry, okay?”
“Mmkay.” He said with a small shrug before following her upstairs. As she entered the master bedroom and started down the hall to the bedroom she held up a finger, “I have one rule though.”
“No sex in the tub?”
Nicole laughed, “No talking about our issues and stuff yet, okay? I just want to hold each other.”
Chris started to smile, “That’s a good rule… Should I put our playlist on a speaker or something?”
“That’d be really nice.” Nicole gave him a sad smile and he knew something was wrong. He wanted to ask but he respected the rule she had in place. He kissed the top of her head before stepping past her to get into the tub. Watching her undress before helping her into the tub, he couldn’t help but think about how he wanted his life to be like this all the time. No lights, no cameras, no pressure or expectations; just being at home. As his arms wrapped around her and she settled into the tub she started to cry. It had only been a few weeks but they felt like forever being apart from her love. She was so happy to have him home and she knew he was happy to be home as he hugged her tighter.
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holidays with tom [tom holland]
PAIRING: tom holland x female!reader
SUMMARY: life isn’t exactly back to normal. with another lockdown in place and the holiday season is vastly approaching, you and tom are stuck in quarantine with each other the problem? there was supposed to be at least 5 of you in that house and tom is the last person you want to be with. shouldn’t be too bad right?
WARNINGS: in no particular order swearing—err foul language lmao, sexual innuendos, things get heated but not that much??? exuding sexual tension but also fluff??? alcohol consumption, a series of bad decisions??? idk writing this made me experience the 5 stages of grief tbh lmao it’s not that bad I promise lmao
WORD COUNT: 6.9k!
A/N: hello and happy new year! I was supposed to post this during Christmas Day but guess who got into a writing rut—yet again. I didn’t want to abandon this because I actually had fun writing it. I hope you all had a festive and safe holiday. I know things have been hard but I still hope you guys enjoyed the holiday.
2020 has finally came to an end and we’re all ending it the same way when the pandemic started—staying at home, hopefully following the appropriate health measures. I can only hope that 2021 is a brighter and hopeful year for all of us.
stay safe, sending u all my love.
gif credits: @underoos-shield
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Two hours. It’s been two hours since you found out that you were going to spend your holidays alone. You were aware that you weren’t going to spend your holidays with your family as you normally would, embracing the fact that working in a different country whilst in the middle of a pandemic was going to be challenging.
Working in the film industry, constantly visiting sets while still living in a pandemic means that you threw away your chances of being home for the holidays. However, you weren’t entirely the only one who shares a similar struggle.
“We should still do something for Christmas, you know,” Tom muttered as he watched you lay down on the sofa, your head is supported by the armrest.
See—it should’ve been you, Ophelia, Alex, William, and Tom in that AirBnB, not just you and Tom.
The five of you reside abroad, however, you all had to fly to Los Angeles for work. You all collectively knew that it would be irresponsible to fly home for the holidays and it wouldn’t make any sense as you would all fly back for work anyway.
The five of you had a brilliant idea of renting an AirBnB for the holidays since you were all in each other’s personal and work bubble anyway. Obviously, the three of them bailed as they’ve decided to stay with their partners instead, leaving you and Tom alone—which is the last thing you’ve wanted.
“There’s just us two, Tom,” You replied as you sent a lengthy text to Ophelia, telling and reminding them about what happened between you and Tom. “I’m not entirely sure if it’s worth anything if we did plan on doing something remotely festive.”
There are four more days till Christmas and if you were being honest, the last time you felt festive was on the 18th of December...of 2019.
“Surely there’s something we can do, right?” Tom’s optimism still shined beneath him. “This year has already been shitty enough, we don’t need to feed more into that.”
The three dots bubble immediately popped up on your message thread with Ophelia as soon as you sent your passive-aggressive rant. Your focus was now on your phone.
Suddenly, Tom’s face appeared on top of yours—his face was definitely close enough that it’s not CDC approved. He was standing on side of the sofa, both of his palms planted against the armrest as he loomed over you.
“What do you and your family do during Christmas?” He dared to ask as if he wasn’t towering over you.
Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “Uh—give each other personal space?” You answered out of sheer reflex. You always had a problem with keeping your mouth shut, especially when it sounds rude to other people. In your defence, being unable to do so has helped you put people back in place.
To be fair, you were used to people standing at least 6 ft away from you ever since the pandemic started.
Tom’s cheeks went bright red. “’m sorry,” He apologized, giving you a shy smile and scratched the back of his neck. You muttered a quick apology too, for acting so rashly.
You rose from your position and sat upright instead. “Well, we never do anything special during Christmas,” You said as you threw your hair into a bun. “We usually just go to the movies on Christmas Day because that’s the only thing you can do back when life was normal.”
Tom nodded understandingly as if he was taking this into account. Now you were curious.
“Do you guys do anything special for Christmas?” You asked him.
“Well, on Christmas Day, we would usually just lounge around the house and use it as a chance for me and my family to catch up,” Tom replied. “However, on Christmas Eve, my mum always made sure my brothers and I would have this scavenger hunt to look for our gifts—It’s really fun, actually.” Tom smiled sadly.
You could easily see how Tom was genuinely broken about not being able to be around his family over the holidays. Heck—he really just misses his family. But who wouldn’t? Britney Spears didn’t sing the line “my loneliness is killing me” for nothing.
“I’m sorry,” was all you could say. Aside from biting your tongue, being able to easily comfort people was one of your weaknesses too.
“Oh, there’s nothing to be sorry about, darling.” Tom quickly dismissed the genuine heartbreak he was trying to hide. “We’re all making sacrifices and we chose to be responsible for the benefit of other people.”
“Yeah, I know.” You said softly. “We’ll just try our best to make something out of this holiday season. I mean—we have to or else we’ll welcome 2021 with a fresh face of misery.”
“I’m sorry!” Ophelia pouted at the screen as they mindlessly walked around their partner’s place, something that most people do when they’re on the phone with someone. “I genuinely forgot about what happened between you and Tom.”
“Well, Ollie, it seems like you weren’t the only one.” You replied, adjusting your glasses. Tom seems to be genuinely fine around you, no awkward tensions or anything. If anything, it’s just you who feels weird around him. “But I guess that’s a good thing right?”
Ophelia forced a smile but they couldn’t, for the life of them, say anything about it.
“Oh my god,” You sighed “Seriously, Ollie?”
“It’s just—how could he forget?! You were literally on top of him as I recall and that very much left a permanent image on my mind. I—You know, I really tried my best to forget that ever existing in my mind. So really, if anything, it’s your fault.” Ophelia rambled on.
“I—I wasn’t on top of him. That’s absurd! I was merely pressed against him” You said defensively, in which Ophelia just laughed atrociously. “Why am I friends with you again?!” You asked rhetorically, bewildered by the fact that you two lasted this long.
“First of all, that is a hate crime. Second, I’m cool—like everyone wants to be my friend and you should be glad that I gave you the privilege to be even on a nickname basis as me.”
You rolled your eyes at them. Despite the never-ending banter, you were grateful to have Ophelia as your friend.
“But seriously, Y/N,” Ophelia said, “You can always just stay with me and Ericka. She’ll be glad to have you over for the holidays.”
“Ollie, as much as I love spending time with you two—I can’t stand being a third-wheel, especially when it comes to the both of you. You two are inseparable when you’re together.” You replied. “I appreciate the offer though.” You smiled at her.
“I’m just saying—” Ophelia replied, shrugging her shoulder. “Unless you and Tom really want to have the house by yourselves.” They sang teasingly.
“Ophelia!” You gasped.
“What?” They feigned innocence. “I gave you an option to stay with us! Plus, I know Alex and Will are would’ve asked you to stay with them if they had any idea what happened between you two.”
“I can’t leave him!” You started to whisper “Tom seems genuinely bummed being here. I can’t just do that to him.”
It’s as if a light came on inside them. Ophelia started to smirk and you recognized that smirk from anywhere. For christ’s sake, their eyes twinkled like Christmas lights. It drove you nuts. “I fucking knew it.”
“What?”
“You like him don’t you?!” They teased, but all you could do was blush.
“I do not!” You denied it as you could still feel the burning heat emitting from your cheeks.
“His tongue is that good huh?” Ophelia decided to pry even further. They clearly find enjoyment as you squirmed your way out of this conversation.
“Bitch, I am ending this call.” That was all you could say. Even if you did find a smart retort, it was no use, especially with Ophelia. They can see right through you and there’s no point in trying to hide it.
“Honestly, Y/N, we’re living through a pandemic. If there’s any time to make any rash decisions, it’s now. Go get that dick, bih—”
You drowned out whatever Ophelia was trying to say with your goodbyes and proceeded to end the call. The one time you asked your friend to be serious and they come up with this.
So—what really happened with you and Tom?
It was two years ago. You were at a party that you didn’t even plan on attending. However, you were dragged by Ophelia and their partner, Ericka—your new friends in the area. You couldn’t say no to them, they were your first friend in LA!
You thought about it though, saying no. But when you got a message from your friend back in Canada sending a photo of your boyfriend ex-boyfriend (the same guy who had ghosted you ever since you moved to LA), swapping spits with another girl, you suddenly had the strong urge to drink until you die of alcohol poisoning.
You were burning with anger that you really felt tears pricking your eyes. You were so close to crying or punching someone—whichever comes first.
One thing’s for sure, though, you weren’t going to cry over a man. So what did you do? “Ophelia, where’s the booze?!” You asked your friend whose eyes nearly popped out of their head.
Well, you weren’t really going to punch a stranger. Though you felt this burning sense of violence, it’d be much more satisfying to punch the living daylights out on your ex.
“Y/N, honey, are you alright?” That line always puts on the waterworks, no? Ophelia was clearly concerned about your newfound thirst for alcohol.
You furiously wiped the tears off your face. “Um just found out my boyfriend—er ex-boyfriend, who stopped talking to me as soon as I moved here, is seeing someone else now? I don’t know, am I allowed to feel angry when I don’t even know if we’re still together as soon I moved? Fuck—” You tried to explain as you wiped every tear that left your eyes.
“Oh—of course, hon.” Ericka who handed you a drink. You weren’t exactly sure what it is, but you knew it has alcohol in it and that’s all that matters. You gulped the entire thing and you wanted more. “Y/N, you need to slow down.”
“Are you sure you want to stay? I mean we can crash at our place, eat take-outs, watch movies and be totally disconnected from the world.” Ophelia suggested, but you shook your head furiously.
“No, I—I’m ok.” You answered “I can’t let the both of you be stuck in misery with me. I need this. I’ll get drunk and if I'm up for it, I’ll hook up with someone. It’s not a healthy coping method but I really want this night to be a series of bad decisions. I don’t want to be myself, even just tonight.”
So that’s what you did. You were going from one drink to another in record time. Both Ophelia and Ericka kept an eye on you, just in case someone tried to take advantage of your drunken state.
You were talking to some guy you met in the kitchen, one thing led to another and next thing you knew, you were making out with this dude in someone’s bathroom. Ophelia and Ericka were drunk enough to pester the guy you were making out with but not drunk
As you were propped on top of the sink and your legs wrapped around his waist, you felt every bit of his lips explore the side of your neck as his hands explored every inch of your body. With his hand under your shirt and his fingers tracing every part of your skin, it just reminded you of how lonely you were.
Here you were, a thousand miles away from home, all alone just so you could do the one thing you really love. Your family would sometimes call to check up on you but it just wasn’t the same. Your ex tried to guilt you into staying in Canada, but you couldn’t do that. You love what you do and you love yourself too.
You were willing to risk everything, even if happiness came at a price.
Now you were crying, and the guy you were making out with definitely noticed.
“I’m sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?” He asked as he pulled down your shirt.
“No—no, I’m just—” You tried to calm yourself down. “I’m not sure if I want to do this anymore.”
“That’s alright,” He mumbled wiping the tears off your face. “Do you want to talk about it? You seem rattled.”
“It’s just I’m so tired of pretending everything is alright—that I’m okay being alone, that I don’t need anyone. But it’s just so hard because I’m—” You sobbed “I’m so fucking lonely. I’m so tired of being alone.”
The guy tucked the stray piece of hair behind your ears as he carefully wiped your tears with his thumb. He was just silent as he listened to you sob.
“I’m sorry, I know you definitely didn’t come to this party to watch a complete stranger cry over something stupid.” You couldn’t even look him in the eye, you were embarrassed as this was the first time you felt really vulnerable—especially in front of a stranger.
“No, you’re alright.” He tried to console you “I think that’s the beauty in strangers, no? You can act and do whatever you want in front of them because there’s a slim chance you’ll ever see them again.”
You were definitely drunk enough that trying to make sense of who the person was a struggle enough of itself. You tried your best to look at the guy but your vision was getting hazy and you could feel your head thumping that focusing made you feel like you want to crack your head in half.
A loud knock on the door caused you two to jump. “I’m coming in,” Ophelia yelled and opened the door. Ophelia looked at the guy for a while, trying to make sense of who he was before their eyes widened. “I remember now—You’re Tom Holland.”
Imagine your surprise when you found out that you were going to work with Tom Holland for a while. You tried your best to avoid Tom at work but of course, that didn’t work out. He never brought up what happened between you two and you assumed he probably forgot all about it.
You tried to rationalize that he meets a lot of people every day. Surely, one failed hook-up wasn’t worth remembering (especially with alcohol involved) and you held on to that.
At least that’s what makes you sleep at night and also one of the reasons why you considered spending the holidays with him. However, you were also expecting your crew friends to stay with you and not just Tom.
“Y/N, did you like the gift? It’s from me and Ericka!” Ophelia asked. It was the next day and you two were just chatting on FaceTime. You were sorting out your closet out of sheer boredom. You figured if you were going to stay here for three weeks, the least you could do was sort your clothes out.
You stared at the neatly wrapped box that Ophelia and Ericka dropped off earlier this morning. “I haven’t opened it yet.” You said as you showed them the box. “I wanna open it till Christmas.”
“Oh my god, just open it. Christmas doesn’t exist this year, babe.” Ophelia waved their hand, encouraging you to open it.
“Fine,” You gave in. You opened the box and saw a very lush and well-made lingerie set. “Ophelia, what the fuck” You gasped. You held out the lingerie in front of the camera.
“Y/N, I definitely outdid myself this time.” Ophelia sighed happily, staring at the screen. “Try it on!”
“Ollie, this is gorgeous but when am I ever going to use this?” You asked holding it out on your body and looking at the mirror.
“Uh—you’re stuck at home with your failed but also potential hookup,” Ollie suggested, wiggling their eyebrows. “Who knows what might happen?”
You rolled your eyes at them. “Bold of you assume that something might happen.”
“Something won’t happen if you don’t try that one,” Ophelia said. “C’mon, I wanna see.”
You shook your head and went out of frame in order to strip off your clothes. You tried on the lingerie—it’s a black lace teddy with a very exposing back. IT fit you perfectly—it accentuated your figure and definitely showed off your boobs. You weren’t really fond of showing off your body but you still tried your best to show it to your friend.
“What do you think?” You asked, stepping back to the frame.
“You look gorgeous, babe!” Ophelia squealed. “I knew I made the right choice with black.”
“I still don’t know where I should wear this though—” You were stopped mid-sentence when your door swung open.
“I know what we’re doing this—Oh shit. I’m so sorry,” Tom stood there, frozen, his eyes widened and immediately shut the door.
You couldn’t even say anything. You were frozen in shock.
“Was that Tom?” Ophelia asked from the call, briefly forgetting that you were talking to them through FaceTime.
You nodded slowly, unable to talk.
“What did he think?” Ophelia asked excitedly.
You snapped out of this haze. “Ollie,” you groaned. “I think he was mentally scarred.
“What do you mean scarred? You look great!” Ophelia said, appalled. “If he doesn’t think you look banging in that lingerie then it’s his loss.”
“I gotta go, I need to change.” You said, bidding Ophelia goodbye. “Thanks for the gift, Ollie. Tell Ericka thanks too.”
You ended the call and changed into comfier clothes. You couldn’t help but wonder how on earth you’re going to face Tom now that he’s seen you practically naked. Well, it’s not like that’s a new sight. He did see you with your bra on when you were making out in the bathroom that one time. But still!
Are you actually going to spend your Christmas in your room?
It was the next day and there are only two more days till Christmas. You spent the entirety of last night in your room after the incident between you and Tom.
You were about to make yourself some coffee when you found Tom in the kitchen, making tea for himself. You stood there frozen, wondering if you were going to proceed to the kitchen or just run back to your room since Tom hasn’t noticed you—
“Oh—good morning, Y/N.” So close.
You smiled at Tom and said, “Good morning, Tom.”
You grabbed a coffee pod and waited for the Keurig to make your coffee. You leaned back against the counter and fiddled with your phone—all in the hopes that things move quickly and for this awkward tension to be over.
Honestly, why were you so worked up about it? People have seen you in a bikini before and that’s no different from lingerie. If anything, lingerie is itchier and has lace. You should be able to feel confident in your own body and you shouldn’t have to mind what other people think of it. It’s yours alone and it’s your opinion that should matter—
“I’m terribly sorry about last night, Y/N.” Tom apologized, sincerity was written all over his face. “I should’ve knocked and I just got so bloody excited about what we can do over Christmas—but that’s no excuse for what I’ve done. What I did was incredibly intrusive and you deserve a proper apology.”
“Tom, I—”
“I wanted to apologize last night—over dinner—but you didn’t come down to eat, so I figured you didn’t want to talk. “ He rambled on.
“Tom—”
“But even then I should’ve asked you to come down and eat dinner because that’s what any decent human would do! And yet I didn’t. God—I’m just doing one wrong thing after another—”
“Tom, listen to me.”
“Hm?” He finally snapped out and looked at you in the eyes.
“It’s okay. It was an honest mistake and you sincerely apologized, and for me, that’s enough.” You smiled softly at him. “So—what’s this thing you planned over Christmas?”
“I was thinking we could do both our family traditions over the next two days. My family and I usually do a roast dinner and open our Christmas stockings on Christmas Eve. Then on the 25th, we can watch movies all day just like you do with your family.” Tom grinned, clearly satisfied with his plan. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s a great idea,” You smiled “However, I don’t think we have any ingredients for a roast dinner and we don’t really have Christmas stockings. Well—I don’t have any Christmas stockings and stocking stuffers.”
“That’s true,” Tom mumbled “But I have to do the food shopping anyway. We’re running low on food and I couldn't really book one of those online delivery things that most groceries now offer.”
You nodded. “Okay, so I guess I have to get the house sorted then.”
When you two first arrived in this AirBnB a few days ago, it had already been decorated for Christmas. It had a massive tree in the living room decorated with stunning and intricately-themed ornaments. Christmas garlands were wrapped around the stair-bannisters and foliages were placed by the fireplace and the tables.
All you really had to do was clean the place—do a bit of vacuuming and get things nice and neat for Christmas. It didn’t take you too long to do it too. It had only been a couple of minutes since Tom left to do the food shopping and you prayed to the gods that he doesn’t get too much attention whilst out.
You figured you might as well do some last-minute shopping while Tom was out, so you can grab gifts for him as well. After all, this whole thing was orchestrated by Tom and you don’t even have anything to give him for his stockings.
You arrived at your AirBnB a tad later than Tom. He was in the kitchen putting things away when he saw you walk through the door.
“Ah, I was wondering whether I spooked you with my plan,” Tom commented, making you chuckle and roll your eyes.
“Trust me, I would’ve made it very obvious if you did.” You replied, earning a laugh from Tom. “I went out to do my last-minute shopping. Granted, it’s not ideal since we’re still living through a pandemic, but there’s not actually that many people where I went to considering it’s the Christmas rush.”
You made sure to hide the stuff you bought using the handmade tote bags that a friend gave you for your birthday. No retail bags, no clue. “How did you survive the groceries? I bet it’s busy out there.”
“Yeah, it was.” Tom chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Remind me to never do that again for Christmas.”
“Sure,” You said, “That is if I spend another Christmas with you.” You said jokingly, hoping that Tom didn’t find that rude.
“You’ll never know,” Tom shrugged. “What if you liked our Christmas this year and you’d be begging to spend Christmas with me and my family in London,” Tom smirked, playing along.
“Yeah, right.” You scoffed playfully, crossing your arms. “If anyone’s begging, it’s going to be you.”
Tom stepped closer, “Wanna bet?” He whispered, a teasing look in his eyes. “Whoever has the most fun during our respective holiday traditions would have to spend the holidays with them next year.”
“Oh, you’re on, Holland.” You took a step closer. “We will both film our holidays for the entire two days and then we’ll ask Ophelia, Alex, and Will to vote whoever looks like they had the most fun.”
“Okay,” Tom nodded “But no editing! We’ll give them raw footage so there are no chances of tampering.”
You laughed but you agreed anyway. “Of course, we’ll give them hours of footage. The least we could do is make them sit through hours of content after they ditched us all alone on the holidays.”
Tom gave a broad smile. “Let the festivities begin.”
It was the 24th of December—Christmas Eve. You spent the entirety of last night wrapping Tom’s presents for later. Not that you despise Christmas, but it’s been a while since you were actually excited to celebrate it. It was pretty clear that the magic of Christmas dies once you grow up.
Today was different; you were looking forward to whatever Tom has installed for tonight.
You went downstairs to make some breakfast only to be greeted by Tom blasting Christmas music and preparing some ingredients for breakfast in the kitchen.
“Good morning, Y/N, happy Christmas Eve,” Tom greeted with a huge grin. “Say, hi to the camera.”
“Oh, we’re starting this early, huh?” You asked, putting your hair into a loose ponytail.
“Why of course, we have to make the best out of this,” Tom said, holding the camera to your face. “I made you coffee.” Tom handed you a cup of coffee.
“Are you using my love for coffee as an advantage?” You tried to hide your smile while drinking your coffee.
“Obviously not,” Tom feigned his innocence. “I obviously did not know you were obsessed with coffee—it’s not like I don’t see you on set without one.” He mumbled in which you definitely heard, giving him a smack on the head. “Ow! I’m kidding.” He laughed.
You rolled your eyes at him. “So, what’s for breakfast?”
“We’re going to make french crèpes,” Tom replied and propped the camera on the kitchen island, facing the two of you.
“Do you know how to make french crèpes?” You asked, washing your hands.
Tom blinked, almost trying to decide whether he wants to be honest or impressive. “Do you know how to make french crèpes?” He returned the question.
“Oh honey, my mom resents me in the kitchen.” You replied, taking a sip from your coffee. “But you know, I manage.” You murmured.
“That’s giving me a lot of hope, darling, thank you.” He said half-heartedly.
“Shut up,” You nudged him playfully, rolling your eyes. “Tom, honestly, most of the footage is just us bantering for 20 minutes.”
“To be fair, that’s part of the fun.” Tom smiled. “Okay, I think you just mix all of these in a bowl. Start with the dry ingredients first.” He said, looking at the recipe on his phone.
“Okay, that shouldn’t be too hard,” You commented pouring the ingredients into the bowl. As you started all of the ingredients together, you noticed small lumps forming in the batter. “Tom, did you sift the dry ingredients by chance?”
“You were supposed to sift it?” He asked, completely clueless.
You nodded slowly. Panic was now clearly painted on his face. “I’m sure we’ll be fine.” You tried to reassure him.
It was not fine. The first time you two tried to pour the batter in the pan, you burnt the entire thing. It’s not even the cute, lightly burnt crepe. It was activating the smoke alarm-burnt crepe.
The next one was pancake-like. The next one after that had pocket flours on the crepes because you two didn’t sift your dry ingredients beforehand. You ran out of the batter when you two finally got the consistency right—you managed to get one proper crepe from the entire batter.
“I feel like Sam would probably curse me out as soon as he finds out I fucked up a simple crepe,” Tom said, delicately filling the crepe with creme and berries. “My brother’s done so well in culinary school.” He cut a piece with his fork and brought it to your mouth.
“Well, you can’t have everything.” You said taking a bite out of the crepe. “This is better than the last one.”
Tom nodded, taking a bite of it himself. “It’s not as tasty as Sam’s but I’ll take it.”
“Now, I’m curious as to what your brother’s cooking tastes like.” You commented taking another bite from the crepe.
“I guess I’ll just take you home to London to find out,” Tom teased with an annoying grin.
“As long as I’m being fed, I’m fine with it.” You remarked. What in god’s name are you are you two playing?!
The day rolled by very quickly. It was already evening when you finished wrapping the presents for your friends. You plan on dropping it off tomorrow before you persuade Tom to glue yourselves on the couch for the entire day.
You grabbed all of Tom’s gifts—Christmas stocking included— when you went downstairs, only to be greeted by someone yelling at Tom through his phone.
“I did everything right, Sam. I don’t know why you’re yelling.” Tom yelled back at his phone. His back was turned against you as he was putting away the pots and pans that he used.
You quietly walked up behind him and said calmly, “Why are you yelling?”
Tom probably jumped six feet away from you, making you laugh. You always forget that he gets scared easily. “Holy shit, don’t scare me like that, Y/N.” Tom breathed out, putting a hand over his chest.
“I’m sorry,” You said whilst laughing. “I promise I won’t do it again.” Tom rolled his eyes, murmuring something about you being insincere about it.
“Please do it again!” You heard, whom you assume is Sam, say from the background. You looked at Tom’s phone that’s propped on the island and saw his brothers on FaceTime.
You beamed at them. “Any recommendations?” You asked, hearing Tom groan behind you.
“Well, he hates—”
“This is the last thing I want in 2020, for my brothers and Y/N to conspire against me,” Tom said loudly on purpose, drowning his brothers' voices.
“Tom, don’t be rude. Let your brothers finish—” Tom put his hand against your mouth.
“I’ll call you guys later,” Tom said “Wave goodbye, Y/N.” He used his free hand to grab your hand and forced a wave towards his brothers. The call soon came to an end and you could only roll your eyes at Tom. You seem to do that a lot around him. You also do a lot of that when you try to hide your feelings towards a person you like but that’s beside the point.
“So are we going to have dinner first or are we going to do presents first?” You asked fixing your Christmas sweater, a gift from your parents since you and your family usually wear matching sweaters for Christmas. “Or are you the type to wait until Christmas Day to open presents?”
“We can do the Christmas stockings after dinner tonight, then do the presents tomorrow, if you’d like,” Tom answered with his arms crossed.
You shrugged, telling him it doesn’t matter since you don’t really go all out on Christmas. Your family on the other hand—the house is always full of people, especially since most of your extended family are usually around during the holidays. You had this ongoing game you made for yourself whether or not you’ll be able to greet everyone with the number of people in the house.
You could only guess how quiet your family’s Christmas is going to be. You definitely needed to call your parents later.
“Is the sweater that itchy, Y/N?” You heard Tom ask, breaking away from your thoughts.
“Huh?” You asked, confused. You didn’t even notice that you’ve been scratching yourself subconsciously.
“You’ve been scratching yourself since I saw you.” Tom said, chuckling. “It’s a cute sweater on you.”
You smirked. “That reminds me—I got something for you, Tom.” Tom raised his brow as you grabbed the bag you stashed behind the tree. “Actually my parents got this for you. A little thank you gift apparently for having the tolerance to stay with me over the holidays—as if you had a choice.” You mumbled the last part.
Tom curiously opened the bag and there revealed a matching sweater such as yours. This year’s sweater was green and had red tinsel all over it, probably the reason why you’re itchy. The real kicker is that—
“No way,” Tom gasped “It lights up?!” He asked laughing. It lights up.
“Yeah, I don’t recommend turning that on. I did it earlier and I’m pretty sure I was about to combust—it’s a real fire hazard.” You replied, enjoying the genuine joy that Tom is showing on his face.
“Oh but we have to turn the lights on when we take pictures,” He commented as he put on the sweater. “Thanks, Y/N.” He said softly, surprising you with a hug.
It’s the first real physical contact that you two had ever since that night when you made out and you were pretty adamant that people were just making up this notion of having butterflies in their stomach—they weren’t.
Tom’s roast dinner went surprisingly well. You kept teasing him that it’s Sam that you had to thank because you knew that Tom wouldn’t last in the kitchen without his brother’s instructions. Tom pouted the whole time. You eventually had to tell him
“It was sweet.” You told him as you helped him clear out the plates.
Tom was confused.
“I don’t think I’ve known someone that went through hell and back just to make a great effort Christmas dinner —even if it means getting yelled at by your brother.” You said, smiling softly at him. “I mean it’s just us two, really. We don’t even have to do this.”
“Think that’s the reason why I wanted to do it,” Tom replied. Now you’re confused. “It’s because it’s the two of us—that’s why I wanted to do it.”
As soon as you heard those words come out of Tom’s lips, you tried your best to stay calm. To say that you weren’t overwhelmed with emotions would be a huge lie. For someone who couldn’t hold their tongue, you were speechless. Tom’s giving you a run for your money and you weren’t exactly thrilled about it.
After dinner, you and Tom opened your stocking presents. The presents were pretty tame at the start—you both got each other socks, which was hilarious but greatly appreciated. You love socks, especially comfy and cushiony ones. You came to learn that Tom does too, which prompted you two to wear the socks immediately.
You got him candy canes, he got you chocolates. You also snuck in those small, in-flight alcohol bottles in there too—which he ended up loving. He got you those 10-pack skincare face masks, in which you let out a huge gasp, making him laugh.
“Oh, we have to use this at some point!” You exclaimed happily “Like, we need to have a spa night—where we just watch movies, doing face masks, eating takeouts. Oh, that’s the dream!” You sighed happily.
“We still have two weeks left till we go back to work, I'm sure we can find the time to do that,” Tom said with a permanent smile on his face, watching you with pure joy made him feel like he accomplished something big.
You got him one of those Instax polaroid cameras—true, it was a bit too much for a stocking stuffer especially since the box definitely stood out against the stocking, but you figured he’ll like it.
“Darling, this is too much but I’m thankful,” Tom commented as he took out the camera from the box. “I can’t wait to use this and keep memories using it—why don’t we start right now?! Let’s take a photo of us and our matching sweaters!”
Tom took a lot of photos of you two, in the end. A couple of overexposed photos, one with the matching sweaters, one with your faces pressed against each other, one with your faces way too close to the camera, and one where he gave you a kiss on your cheek (he asked if that’s okay, of course, you said yes. it’s not like he hasn’t kissed you before— still no conversations about that, by the way). It was a good thing you got him at least 3 boxes of those 20 pack films in his stockings as well.
The real kicker was Tom’s “small” stocking present for you. He got you this dainty, gold necklace with a crescent moon charm. You were pretty sure it was expensive because of the teal box it came with.
“Stop,” You gasped “Tom, now this—this is too much.” You stressed out. “I can’t have this. Nope, you have to return this.”
Tom shrugged as if it was nothing. “You deserve it. Darling, you deserve something nice after this shitty year.”
“Tom, I’m serious. This is too much.”
“I’m serious too, Y/N. Keep it, please. I’d be offended if you don’t.”
After the roller coaster of emotions due to the stocking presents, you gave your parents a call to wish them a merry Christmas. They insisted to do a video call because they wanted to see Tom in the family sweater—which your mom wouldn’t stop gushing about.
“I think your mum loves me,” Tom whispered closely in your ear. He didn't have to try too hard. With the laptop propped up on top of the coffee table, you two were sitting close together on the living room floor—knees touching, maximum close skin contact. CDC would never approve.
“Yeah, I think it’s the accent,” You mumbled jokingly.
Tom moved his head to take a good look at you, smiling. You could feel his eyes burning your skin. Why does he have to look at you like that? Why does he have to be this close?
The initial video call with your parents turned into a whole family reunion when you found out they set up a group call with your extended family. Imagine the dread and fear in your eyes when you heard your one aunt ask,
“Finally, Y/N, is that your boyfriend?”
Your eyes widened as you stuttered to say your defence, making Tom chuckle. You frowned at him and nudged him saying, “Don’t laugh, tell them no or I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“No, unfortunately, I’m not,” Tom replied, laughing. “However, I do believe we make a cute couple, don’t we?” He teased, earning an earnest yes from your mom.
You could only wish for the floor to swallow you whole.
As the clocks rolled to twelve, it was officially Christmas. You and Tom figured you might as well start opening gifts again because Christmas Day is going to be a drag for the two of you.
“Okay, start with this.” You said as you handed him a gift bag. You didn’t give him a lot of gifts for the actual Christmas Day because you went all out on the stuffers.
“Pyjamas?” He asked with a grin. You made a signal for him to give you a minute. You ran to your room and changed into pyjamas.
“Not just pyjamas, Tom, but matching pyjamas!” You exclaimed, laughing. “I saw it and figured we should do this for my day.”
“Sick!” Tom laughed. Tom got into his pair of pyjamas as well and of course, he didn’t forget to pull out his new polaroid camera to take a photo of you two. “Shit, I forgot to film our entire Christmas Eve.” He said as he saw the camera that was still sitting on the kitchen island from earlier that morning.
You shrugged. “I’m pretty sure you’ll win either way. Just that content from the breakfast crepes was enough to secure your place.” You said jokingly.
“All I’m hearing is that you’re going to spend Christmas with me in London next year.” Tom sang teasingly.
“Yeah, maybe bringing you to our big Christmas holidays is a bad idea.” You wondered out loud.
“I like your family,” Tom commented with a smile “and I think they will love having me there for the holidays.”
“That would be a nightmare.” You mumbled to yourself.
The rest of the night dragged on. You and Tom finished the rest of your gifts—you got him a watch, he got you a vinyl player. You two managed to watch the first Harry Potter film before you called it a night.
You were about to head into your room when you heard Tom say, “Mistletoe.”
“Hm?” You hummed, confused. He placed a finger under your chin and gently tilted your head. There you saw a mistletoe hanging by one of the light fixtures.
“How did that even—”
“Can I kiss you?” Tom asked, cupping the sides of your face.
“Hm?” Tom was definitely giving you a run for your money. How can a girl with a speech turn speechless?
“Can I kiss you?” He asked more softly. All you could do was nod. For if you even dare to open your mouth, all of this would cease to exist.
His lips gently touched yours and then soon moulded into one. It was soft, sweet—familiar. His lips were something you never thought about—at least not a lot but you craved it. You crave his lips, his touch, him. You were riding a new high and you thanked every single god that you were sober to remember this—because this, this is something you want to cherish.
“You told me you’re tired of being alone,” Tom whispered against your lips. “You don’t have to be anymore. Not when you have me, not ever.”
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When you returned everyone was laughing at chatting, except for Sonny who was drinking vodka and soda while on his phone. He looked up and saw you both returning, he jumped up to meet you.
“Hey, counselor. I hope Y/N wasn’t too hard on you,” He half laughed.
“Are you kidding me, Sonny?” You scoffed.
“She’s fine, Sonny,” He smirked. “I like a little fire in a woman,”
“Oh?” Sonny’s eyebrows suddenly raised, causing you to give Barba a look. He was blowing your cover!
“I mean, I expect it from Jersey girls anyway,” He flipped his compliment quickly.
“God…” You muttered, looking at the floor. Pick a side, counselor.
“Anyway, um,” Sonny cleared his throat, trying not to think about Rafael and you together. “So when do we do presents and cake? I’ve kind of got an early--”
“I’m sorry, what?” Rafael furrowed his brows at Sonny. “Did you-- Carisi did you really just say that?”
“Do you see a present table? Do you see a giant rat mascot running around?”
“...What? Did I say something--?” Sonny became flustered.
“What do you think this is, a fucking Chuck E Cheese?” He suddenly snapped, causing shocked looks from both you and Sonny.
“I’m sorry Barba, I--”
“Alright that’s it,” You stepped in between the two of them, glaring at Rafael.
“Excuse you?” Rafael crossed his arms.
“Y/N, knock it off,” Sonny hit you softly.
“You have been nothing but rude to my cousin since we got here, Mr. Barba,” You pointed a finger to his chest.
“He was just trying to be nice, getting you a gift out of the goodness of his heart, something you would know nothing about!” Maybe now you were overcompensating.
“Y/N!” Sonny said through gritted teeth.
“What?!” You turned to see everyone at the party staring at the three of you in shocked silence. “Oh…” Your voice turned soft, your face turned red.
“Well,” Rafael straightened his suit and tie, recovering from your little rant. “I guess I should be a gracious host and open it then, shouldn’t I?” He gave you a look.
“...Holy shit,” You heard one of the guests gasp. “That thing is over $1,000! My wife wouldn’t even get me that for Christmas,”
“NO!” Sonny objected rather loudly,. “I mean, that’s not necessary Barba. It’s just a little something, it’s fine,”
“No no, your cousin is right,” He shook his head as he walked over next to Sonny’s chair and retrieved the large gift bag and placed it on the table. Sonny bolted over, you trailed behind quickly.
“No, seriously Barba, don’t,” Sonny began to panic. You suddenly realized how this was going to look, maybe you shouldn’t have pushed.
“Carisi why are you being like--” Rafael was questioning him but was silenced mid-speech when he pulled out the briefcase. His eyes went wide, you swore you heard a few people audibly gasp, You looked around completely lost, finally noticing the absolute horror on Sonny’s face.
“....Is this a Louis Voutton Robusto 2 in Taiga leather, Carisi?” Rafael whispered, running his fingers over the fine leather.
“Oh my god,” You couldn't watch this. Sonny had such a big heart, too big of a heart. He tried so hard...why didn’t you step in sooner?
“Uh y-yeah, sure Barba whatever you want,”
“Carisi, can I speak with you a moment outside?” Rafael blinked rapidly, trying to wrap his head around what was happening right now.
“Do you guys need somewhere to make out?!” An obnoxious man laughed, making the other guests snicker.
“Oh shove it Buchanan,” Rita hit him. “Sonny’s just his puppy,”
“Oh god,” Sonny muttered under his breath as he followed Barba outside. He didn’t know which was worse for people to think right now.
“This is totally inappropriate, why would you even--” He threw his hands over his head. God it was one thing knowing Sonny had a thing for him, but for him to finally make a move like this-- in front of his peers? His colleagues? The audacity.
You wondered if you should follow them. You were the one to cause this mess, after all. Also you really didn’t like the looks you were getting from the rest of the party-goers. You quickly began to follow after them, you could hear Rafael yelling from a mile away.
“What the hell is WRONG with you, Carisi?!”
“I-I’m sorry, Barba I--”
“WHAT?!” Sonny’s eyes instantly went to you. “W-Why would you…? Why would you say that?”
“I’m sorry, counselor I just thought--”
“You just thought what, Carisi?” He growled. “That if you bought some ridiculously expensive gift I’d suddenly realized you were ‘the one’?”
“What?!” Sonny suddenly snapped. “What the-- what the fuck are you talking about, Barba?”
“Uh I don’t know Carisi, maybe the fact that you have feelings for me?”
“What?” Rafael suddenly realized either you were wrong, or he was sticking to denial. Either way, he was probably busted.
“I bought you that briefcase because I want you to like me as a COLLEAGUE, Barba. Do you know what kind of clout you get in our field by being friends with the ADA? And-- And nothing I do ever seems to be good enough, I was afraid you’d never...accept me, unless I…”
“Bribed me?” Rafael asked softly.
“I--I don’t know, I--”
“Well,” Sonny shrugged uncomfortably. “When you say it like that it sounds dirty,”
“Right,” Rafael rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
“....But why, in the fuck--” Sonny crossed his arms now. “Would you ever accuse me of--- of that?!”
“Is it because you have feelings for me and you were hoping I felt the same way but it freaked you out when I made some ‘declaration of love’ in front of all of your work buddies?”
“WHAT?!” Rafael practically screamed. “Absolutely not--”
“I’m just gonna ask you one time, straight out,” Sonny approached Rafael, his stature over him becoming more obvious the closer he got to the ADA.
“Then why? Have I seriously given you an impression that I-- want your cannoli?” He tried to find an appropriate word. And he was genuinely asking, he had made damn sure not to act that way for so long, there was no way he had fucked that up.
“Uh...yes, yes you have,” Rafael tried to bluff. He had no idea how this situation had flipped, or if it was better for Sonny to think he had feelings for him, and not his baby cousin.
“That’s bullshit,” Sonny shook his head with a sarcastic laugh. “I have made damn sure--” He glanced at you again, he knew that look. That was the same look you had when you had broken his mom’s favorite vase and had blamed it on the dog.
“Damn sure what?” Rafael quickly tried to distract him.
“Damn sure you didn’t think that,” He answered hazily, thoughts filling his mind.
“Because you do,” Rafael tried to keep defensive.
“....This isn’t about me, this is about you,” Sonny’s eyes suddenly narrowed as he was quickly becoming aware of the glances you at Rafael were sharing.
“Ohh no I think it’s about--”
“WHY would you accuse me of trying to...seduce you?!” Sonny cut him off.
“Does that sound like something I would do, whether it was true or not?”
“So it IS--”
“DAMMIT, Rafael!” Sonny stomped his foot. He was getting bold now as the wheels started turning.
“What?” Rafael laughed like it was ridiculous, looking everywhere but Sonny’s eyes. “When would she even--”
“...Did my cousin say something to you?” His eyes were narrow, he was scowling between the two of you. Fuck. FUCK. Don’t panic. Keep your cool. Don’t move.
“When you followed her just now?” He crossed his arms again.
Whew. Well, thank God. At least that bullet was dodged.
"Was she? Because it seems like telling you was the worst thing she could do!!!" Sonny snapped.
“....She might have said something along those lines,” Rafael glanced at you with apologetic eyes as he threw you under the bus.
“Wha-- are you kidding me?!” You hissed at him, but Sonny was already fuming at you.
“Y/N!!! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He started to stomp over to you. “You can’t just throw your assumptions at people, because you think your ‘emotionally stunted’ cousin can’t deal with some confusing feelings he has,”
“Uh…”
“Ya can’t just SHOVE someone out of a closet!” He kept yelling, oblivious to the stares he was now getting. “Especially not to my boss!!!”
“Sonny, I--”
“See I knew it!” Rafael clapped his hands together, trying to rescue you after he threw you to the sharks. “I knew you had feelings for me, I didn’t need her to tell me,”
“FINE,” Sonny threw his hands up. “Fine, Rafael. You win, okay?” He struggled with tears forming in his throat. “Yeah, I’ve had some-- weird, feelings about you. For a while,”
You and Rafael just stared at him while he “came out” to an entire restaurant.
“And alright, maybe I went a little overboard with the gift, my bad,” He shrugged. "But that doesn't excuse Y/N for telling you her conspiracy theories!"
"Carisi…" Barba sighed. "She was just trying to help."
"Y'know what YN, would you mind finding somewhere else to crash tonight, i can't really look at you right now," he sighed as he turned and walked awkwardly out of the restaurant.
"Sonny I am so--" you tried to apologize.
"Well you heard the man," He grinned, totally unphased by what just happened.
"I'm sure he'll--" his face went from a soft smile into a horrified expression.
"Are you fucking kidding me Rafael?" You scoffed at him in disbelief.
"Well at least he doesn't suspect anything between us!" He pointed out.
"Yeah just that I'm a horrible outing twat," you rolled your eyes.
"Aw carino," He pulled you into a soft comforting kiss.
"What's wrong?" You asked softly, afraid to turn around.
"How fucking DARE you say that, Barba. I'm not some fucking jealous teenager, although clearly that's your type,"
"Oh my god..." you heard Sonny's voice behind you. "Oh my God!"
You definitely didn't want to turn around now.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Sonny now stormed over to the two of you.
I can't fucking believe you Y/N! What the fuck is this? How did this happen?"
"Sonny I--" You tried to explain,
"And YOU--" He glared at Rafael. "You had the fucking audacity to sit there and start yelling at me for "inappropriate feelings'," he growled.
"Carisi…." Rafael put a hand up.
"What the fuck do you call seducing my baby cousin??" He snarled.
'Look Carisi I know you might be jealous, but--" Before Rafael could finish his sentence, Sonny's fist was hitting his face and he fell to the ground.
"Hey!" You exclaimed.
"This isn't about my feelings, jackass," he went to punch him again but you ran over and tried to pull him off Rafael as a crowd of spectators was forming.
"Which by the way, you have zero worry of those anymore, I'm not into perverts," he spat.
"Sonny!" You gasped. "...the hell is wrong with you?!"
"We're leaving," he instructed you.
"Like hell we are," you went to help Rafael up.
"Sonny, even if you were my dad, I'm a grown woman," you snapped. "You can't drag me out of here like a child,"
"YN," Sonny had that soft, scary, angry tone. "I practically raised you. I'm the closest thing you have to a dad. So when I say we're leaving, we're leaving."
"Either you come with me right now, or I'm disowning you," he threatened.
"Are you fucking kidding me Son?" You laughed at the absurdity of the threat.
"I'll stop paying for your classes at the community college," he threatened.
Well not only did he just threaten your academics but he embarrassed the hell out of you revealing you weren't even in a real college.
"So?" You stood your ground. "Go for it,"
"I'll stop paying your rent," He kept going.
"Well that's--" You started getting nervous.
"I'll stop payments on your car,"
"OKAY," You finally caved. You just wanted to stop revealing what a fucking sad sack you were having him pay for everything, just like a dad.
You looked at Rafael who was standing now, winding his bloody mouth with a handkerchief from a pocket in his suit.
"I'm sorry," you barely whispered with tears in your eyes and throat. The last thing You wanted to do was leave him there but as Sonny so blatantly pointed out, he basically owned you.
You gave him one last long kiss goodbye, to which Sonny made a disgusted scoff.
Rafael gave you a look of pleading, begging you to stay with him while he held onto your hand. You pulled your hand away from him and turned to Sunny
"Alright let's go Son," you said softly trying not to glance back at Rafael.
Sonny nodded triumphantly and walked out of the restaurant with you close behind, leaving Rafael alone.
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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Present from Mukami [PART 2]
ー The scene starts in the kitchen
Yui: Okay...The oven is preheated.
( ...Once the tart crust finished baking, I’ll pour the custard cream inside. )
( Then after putting plenty of Yuma-kun’s homegrown fruits on top, it’ll be ready. )
( I just have to wait for it to finish baking now, so I suppose I could go check up on the others... )
Selection
→ Check up on the nearby duo
Yuma: Ow!!
Yui: A-Are you okay, Yuma-kun!?
Yuma: Aahn? When did I ask for yer concern?
Yui: B-But...Your finger’s bleeding! We have to clean the wound and disinfect it right away...
Yuma: Aah? You’re fussin’ way too much. A lil’ saliva will do the trick just fine, geez. ...Nn...
Yui: ( Will he be okay...? )
Yuma: Oi, Sow...Don’t be starin’ my way. You’re distractin’ me...
Yui: I-I’m sorry...! Um...I just thought there might be something I can help with...
Yuma: There isn’t.
Ruki: Yuma, don’t be so harsh. You haven’t been making much progress this whole time. I’m sure there’s some tasks you can give her.
Yuma: Ugh...That’s not true...
Ruki: Don’t lie. There aren’t enough ingredients for the soup. If you can’t cut these vegetables, I’m putting someone else in charge.
Yuma: Ah, ya can’t! I’ll cut these!
Yui: ( I can tell he’s really motivated... )
( I wonder what he’s making...? )
( Ah...This scent coming from the pot... )
( It’s consommé...! )
Um, Yuma-kun? I’ll help out where I can!
Yuma: Fuck off!! There’s nothin’ for ya to help me with!!
Yui: ...Sorry...
Ruki: Yuma. Ask for help just for today. You’re going to cut these vegetables?
Yuma: ...Yeah, that’s the plan but it’s not really workin’ out as I’d like.
Yui: ( There’s several incisions... )
( I wonder if he’s trying to cut them into a certain shape...? )
Yuma-kun, are you cutting these in shapes?
Yuma: ...Shapes.
Yui: ...?
Yuma: Are you deaf!? I said star shapes!!
Yui: Star...shapes...?
Yuma: What!? Is it that weird I want to cut them into damn stars!?
Yui: N-No, it’s not strange at all. I’m just a little surprised, that’s all...
Yuma: ...We looked at them over at the deli counter when we went shoppin’, remember? Heart and star shapes...
I want to try that as well! Get it now!?
Yui: Y-Yeah.
Ruki: Yuma, stop losing your temper while holding a kitchen knife.
Also, it doesn’t matter if they’re shaped like stars or not, just cut them regularly.
Yuma: I’m strugglin’ ‘cause I can’t do that!
Yui: ( Honestly, it’s kind of a rare sight to see Yuma-kun get so serious about cooking... )
( Also, when I think he’s cutting them into stars, I can’t help but find that kind of cute! )
Ruki: Yuma. You’re being laughed at.
Yui: ...!!
Yuma: Aah!? What’s so damn funny, huh!?
Yui: I-It isn’t! I just thought everyone would be happy if they were star-shaped!
( I’m sure chaos will break loose if I call him cute... )
Yuma: Hah! That’s exactly why I’m tryin’ to cut these carrots into stars!
Ruki: It won’t make a difference in taste though.
Yuma: Ya eat with yer eyes too, right!?
Ruki: But there’s no point if it gets in the way of actually completing the dish, right?
Yui: W-Wait! I know a good hack!
( I feel as if they’ll start a discussion if I leave these two be now... )
Yuma: Oh...! For real!?
Yui: Yeah!
Um...It’d be a piece of cake if you have cookie cutters.
Yuma: Ahー Now that ya mention it, I’m pretty sure we have some of those layin’ ‘round?
Yui: Really?
( I’m honestly a little surprised we’ll easily find some cookie cutters in this house’s kitchen... )
Yuma: Let’s just say Azusa likes to use those for his own pleasure.
Yui: ( ...What on earth is he doing with them...? )
Yuma: Whatcha gettin’ all down for? Don’t worry. They’re still unused.
Yui: That’s not the problem!
*Rustle*
Yuma: Here, this is what you mean, right?
Yui: Yeah! It should be easy with these!
You cut the carrots into slices first and then use the cookie cutter to cut out the shape.
Yuma: Heehー I’m pretty sure I can pull that off on my own. No need to help me.
Yui: Eh? ...I-I’ll help out as well!
Yuma: Well, Ruki’s been on my case as well, so I guess I’ll leave those veggies up to ya.
Yui: Yeah, thanks. I’ll carefully cut them.
Yuma: ‘Course! These are the veggies I poured my heart and soul into after all!
*Chop chop chop*
Ruki: You’re finally providing the ingredients, it seems. I’m sure I’ll be able to create a nice-tasting dish with these.
Yui: These vegetables make a big difference after all, don’t they?
Ruki: Exactly.
*Chop chop chop*
Yui: ( ーー There we go. I guess we finished chopping everything up for the soup? )
Ruki-kun, can I put them inside?
Ruki: Yeah, I’ll leave that up to you. Yuma, how are those star-shaped carrots looking?
Yuma: Perfect! It’d be borin’ to just put them in the soup, so I made enough to sprinkle on top of the salad as well!
Ruki: ...Do you like them?
Yuma: Yeah! It’s kind of fun to pop them out one after the other! I wonder if there’s anythin’ else I can cut with these?
Yui: Then let’s make cookies next time! I’m sure you’ll be able to put those to great use!
Yuma: Why ‘later’? We still have time to make some, no?
Ruki: ...Right. It should be fun to have one additional dish.
Yui: Then, for the recipe, it’s in this book so...
Yuma: Oh! I’ll get to it then!
Ruki: Seems like Yuma really took a liking to cutting out shapes. Well, I guess we can let him have his fun.
Yui: Fufu, right...!
Ruki: Well then, shall we taste the soup? ...I’m curious.
Yui: ( Yuma-kun is having fun, but Ruki-kun seems to be enjoying himself as well. )
Ruki: ...
...
...What? If you have the time to stand there watching me, then start moving those hands already. Get on with your own task.
Yui: Y-Yeah...Right. Sorry. However...
Ruki: ...?
Yui: U-Um, I’m curious about the taste of the soup as well...So I was wondering if you’d let me have a little sip?
Ruki: ...Be my guest. However, it’s just average. Something is missing...
We need to think about the balance with the other dishes as well. I can’t make the taste any richer. Should I add more water...?
Yui: Hm...You’re right. I do think it is plenty delicious already, but...
Ruki: Nobody asked for your opinion, but I suppose I’ll let you think about it if you want to.
Yui: ( Hm, let’s see...It might be good to draw out the flavor of the vegetables a little more. )
Ruki: Should we add more acidity from the tomatoes?
Yui: Ah, wait. In that case, why don’t we try adding a bit of lemon juice?
Ruki: Lemon juice...? It would work the same in terms of adding acidity, I suppose...
Yui: They’re fresh vegetables, so I feel like it’s adding a lot of sweetness.
Ruki: ...I see. I suppose I’ll try adding some then.
Yui: Yeah! What do you think...?
Ruki: Not bad. Seems like it was a clever suggestion coming from someone like you. Want to try it?
Yui: Can I? Thank you!
...Yeah, it’s delicious!
Ruki: Right? I’m looking forward to serving this to the others as well.
Yui: ( Ruki-kun looks happy. I hope everyone else will like it too... )
Ruki: I suppose I should lower the heat so it doesn’t overcook. Okay, next up’sーー
Yuma: Say, it slipped my mind for a sec, but...
But what are we doin’ with this turkey?
Ruki: Aah, that one. I bought it because it’s a staple of any Christmas feast, however...
Yui: ( They’re both looking at... )
Me!?
Ruki: You’re the one who brought it up, so I assume you know how to prepare it?
Yui: Ah, yeah. For the most part...
Yuma: ‘Kay. We’ll leave this bad boy up to ya then.
I’ll get back to my cookies.
Ruki: Good idea. It’d be a waste of time for all three of us to work on the same dish. You should do it.
Yui: ( ... )
( I feel as if this was kind of pushed on me... )
*TIMESKIP*
Ruki: ーー We’re pretty much done. How’s your chicken looking?
Yui: Yeah, I think it’ll be okay...Yuma-kun, how’s the cooking time?
Yuma: It’s lookin’ hella good. Smells nice from the herbs, no?
Ruki: ...It definitely triggers the appetite. Okay, let’s get to plating them.
Yui: ( Thank god. I was honestly a little worried when they left it up to me. )
I’ll put out the plates then!
Ruki: Yeah, thank you.
Also, I’d like to carry all finished dishes to the dining room if they’re done with the decorations over there.
Yuma: Speak of the devil.
ー Kou and Azusa enter the kitchen
Kou: We’ve come to check up on you guys~ How are things looking on your end? ...Wait.
Waah! It smells great here! Seems like you guys safely got everything ready in time as well~
Yui: Yeah, we just need to put everything on the plates and carry them to the dining room. How are the decorations looking?
Azusa: Just fine...Kou said that we should...make the final touches together...
Ruki: The final touches...? I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but I suppose we should get all the food ready first.
Yui: Yeah!
→ Go to the dining room
ー The scene shifts to the dining room
Kou: Ah, M-neko-chan! Did you come to help us out? I’m so glad~!
Yui: Yeah! I came here hoping there was still something I could help out with but...It seems like you’re almost ready with the preparations.
Kou: Pretty much! We’d get scolded by Ruki-kun if we slack off after all!
Yui: Fufu, good point. You have to finish before they do, or the food will go cold after all.
The table looks completely different from usual as well. Just a few hours left till we can get this Christmas party started!
Azusa: Say, Eve? Am I doing it right? I’m lining up the stuff we bought today. Tell me if I made a mistake, okay...?
Yui: Don’t worry! You didn’t make any mistakes.
( The Christmas-colored table mats are so cute! )
( The napkins placed at every seat are lovely as well. And above all... )
( Seeing those candles kind of takes me back to the Mass at Church. )
Azusa: Is something the matter?
Yui: Ah, no. I’m just looking forward to spending Christmas in such a wonderfully decorated room.
Azusa: I’m glad you like it...
*Cling*
Azusa: ...Fufu, this is the last one. The table has been all set...
Yui: All of the silverware has been polished to perfection. Did you do this too?
Azusa: Yeah. It’s especially important to sharpen the knives, or they won’t cut as well, right?
Yui: Sounds like something you would think of.
Kou: Hm. Props to you for getting all of M-neko-chan’s praise, Azusa-kun.
Yui: ...Kou-kun? Is something wrong?
Kou: Nn~ I’m just a little jealous of Azusa-kun.
Yui: Eh? J-Jealous?
Kou: Fufu, just a little bit? You’re only giving him compliments after all.
Yui: You did an amazing job too. You put together the Christmas tree, right?
Kou: Yeah, exactly~ Fufu, it really does feel nice to get praised by you!
That being said, I’m still in the middle of decorating it though.
Azusa: Is that so? In that case, I’ll help out. I’m done with my work after all.
Yui: Decorating the tree, right? I’ll lend a hand too!
Kou: Okay! Let’s decorate it all together then.
Azusa: The tree...It looks prickly...
Yui: Fufu, it really does!
Azusa-kun, you hang ornaments on the branches like this.
Azusa: I wouldn’t mind if the tree decorated me with its needles.
Kou: Pfft! Azusa-kun...Geez! We obviously can’t let that happen.
Yui: E-Exactly, Azusa-kun!
Azusa: ...Is that so? That’s a little disappointing. I’m sure that having my whole body stabbed by those needles is a pain I can only experience today...
Kou: I don’t mean to judge you for your personal preferences, but today you can’t do that.
Azusa: I couldn’t have my knife...And I’m not allowed to stab myself with the tree either...Is Christmas really supposed to be fun?
*Rustle*
Yui: Azusa-kun, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it! Christmas has to be a precious time you spend with family after all...
Azusa: Eve...
Yui: ( Ah, I grabbed his hand in the spur of the moment, but... )
I’m sorry. Um...I just want you to understand. I’m sure it’ll be fun, so let’s try and forget about pain for today?
Azusa: ...Sure. If you insist...
Kou: Haah, thank god. Well then, let’s get back on track and decorate the tree!
*TIMESKIP*
Azusa: Hey, look. This soft, fluffy padding. If you put it underneath your mouth, it looks like a white beard.
Yui: Fufu, you’re right. You look like Santa Claus right now.
Azusa: Santa...Claus?
Yui: Yeah. Santa Claus comes to visit on his sleigh every year on Christmas day, you see.
Then he gives presents to all good children.
Azusa: Heeh...
I’ve never met him but...I see...Only to good children, huh...?
Kou: Pretty sure nobody in this household qualifies~ (1)
Well, getting our hands on what we want with brute force fits us much better anyway, don’t you think so, M-neko-chan~?
Yui: ( Um... )
Azusa: Kou is right...
Yui: Y-You too, Azusa-kun...!?
Azusa: Fufu...
Yui: ( I feel as if I shouldn’t linger on this topic for too long... )
U-Um...Kou-kun? Could you put this on the tree for me?
Azusa-kun, you should continue decorating as well, okay...?
Kou: Fufu, right! Right now we have to stick to the Christmas mood!
Azusa: What should I do with this cotton padding then?
Yui: Ah, right. It’s something meant to mimic snow, so you have to tear it up and sprinkle it across the branches.
Azusa: Okay, gotcha.
Kou: Can I just put these bells and snowman ornaments wherever I want?
Yui: Yeah, they don’t have a set place or anything. I’ll leave it up to your personal taste.
( I should get to decorating as well. )
*TIMESKIP*
Yui: ( ...Every year, I would always decorate the tree by myself instead of Father since he was so busy. )
( However, this year... )
...
Kou: What’s wrong, M-neko-chan? Your hands have stopped moving?
Azusa: Is something bothering you?
Yui: ( I’m decorating with everyone. Fufu, I’m kind of happy. )
No, it’s nothing. Let’s put on the lights once we’re finished with the ornaments!
Kou: Roger! I’m so excited to put the lights on~ They’re the thing I had the most trouble choosing at the store.
Yui: I see.
Kou: We chose them together. Ruki-kun has that cool image so he’s black, no?
Azusa: Yuma is orange...right?
Kou: Exactly! We chose our own favorite color.
And this light pink is you! Fits you perfectly, no?
Yui: Waah! I’m so happy! ...Thank you!
Azusa: Fufu, I’m glad you’re happy.
Yui: Let’s put them on then.
( Covering the whole surface... )
( ... )
( ... )
( Yeah, this should do...! )
Azusa: I finished adding the cotton decorations.
Yui: I’m done over here as well!
Kou: The ornaments are looking perfect as well! In that case, let’s test whether the lights work or not.
Yui: Yeah! Good idea.
Kou: Here we go! Lights on!
*Click*
Yui: Wah...How beautiful. There’s different colors lighting up.
Kou: We made the right choice! I’m looking forward to enjoying these all together!
Azusa: Yeah, it’s really...pretty.
Kou: Right~? I can’t wait to show Ruki-kun and the others!
Yui: ( Huh? But I feel as if something is missing. I wonder what...? )
( We put plenty of ornaments and lights on the tree... )
Kou: Hm...? What’s wrong, M-neko-chan?
Yui: Ah, yeah...I feel as if it’s not quite right yet...
Kou: Could it be this, perhaps?
Yui: Ah! The big star you put on the very top of the tree!
Azusa: ...Once we add that to the tree...It’ll become even more beautiful, right? Let’s put it on, Kou...
Kou: Nu-uh~ This is a special star, so I thought it’d be better to put it on once all five of us have gathered here together.
Azusa: ...I see. Yeah...Good point.
Yui: In that case, let’s go check up on them once we’re done here.
ー Ruki enters the room
*Thud*
Yui: Ah...
Ruki: I’ve come to check up on your process. Are you done with the decorations?
Azusa: Yeah, we just finished. What do you think?
Ruki: ...Yeah, it looks beautiful. The three of you really tried your best.
Kou: Hooray! Nothing quite boosts one’s self-confidence like a compliment from Ruki-kun!
Azusa: Yeah, me too...I’m very happy.
Kou: Say, Azusa-kun, M-neko-chan? Can you both raise your hands for a sec?
Azusa: What...?
Yui: ...?
*Tap*
Yui: Kyah!?
Azusa: Wah! W-What was that...?
Kou: A high five! It’s a way to celebrate a shared success! I’m looking forward to Yuma-kun’s reaction as well~
Azusa: Yeah...I put Yuma through a lot of trouble earlier...So I hope he’ll like it...
Yui: I’m sure he will! I’m excited.
Ruki: There’s no shame in rejoicing, but there’s still some work left. We’ll carry the food here. Lend me a hand.
Yui: Yeah!
( I’m sure the crust should be about done by now as well... )
( I’ll go finish it by adding the custard and fruits! )
*TIMESKIP*
*Thud*
Yui: This should be the final plate of food, right?
Ruki: Yeah. We’ve carried everything here. Yuma, pour our drinks.
Yuma: Already on it.
*Cling*
Yui: ( The candles have been lit and there’s a warm buffet laid out. The room is decorated as well... )
Kou: Haah~ Looking good, don’t you think~? Seeing all these different dishes lined up on the table~
Azusa: Looks delicious...
Yuma: It doesn’t just ‘look’ good. I can promise ya the taste won’t disappoint either. Ya better look forward to it!
Kou: Geez, you’re way too excited, Yuma-kun.
I can’t wait to try this cake loaded with fruit you made either.
Yui: Really? I’m glad to hear that.
Ruki: You two gave it your best shot as well. The elaborate decorations help lighten the mood up as well.
Yuma: Hell yeah. When the room is decorated this way, I immediately get those ‘today’s a special day’ vibes.
Altho it still feels a little weird for us Vampires to celebrate Christmas.
Ruki: Haha, you have a point.
It may be strange for us Vampires, but this day only comes once a year. It shouldn’t hurt to celebrate every once in a while, right?
Kou: I appreciate all the praise, but we’re not quite done yet~
Yuma: Aahn? Whatcha mean?
Azusa: We have to put the biggest star on the very top of the tree.
Ruki: ...? Why did you not put it on yet?
Kou: Eeh~? I mean, this is such a rare occasion, so I wanted all of us to be here and witness its completion.
Yuma: I see. Sounds good? I don’t dislike that way of thinkin’.
Azusa: Well then, Kou. Here. Put it on top.
Yui: ( Azusa-kun is handing the star to Kou-kun... )
Kou: Thank you, Azusa-kun. Well then...Here, M-neko-chan~
Yui: ...Eh?
Kou: None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for you after all.
So I want to leave this up to you!
Yui: No way...Are you sure I can put it on?
Ruki: Don’t sweat the details. If you don’t put that on, we can never get the party started.
Yuma: Oi, Sow. Get on with it.
Azusa: ...Put it on with your very own hands.
Yui: Thank you guys. Well then...
*Rustle*
Kou: Ready? Lights on!
*Click*
Ruki: Hooh...
Yuma: Wow! What’s this? I didn’t know these trees light up!
Azusa: ...I like Christmas.
Yui: ( How pretty. I could gaze at it forever... )
Kou: Well then, we’ve finished decorating so let’s get to our seats and eat now!
Yuma: Yeah! Nothin’ like enjoyin’ a meal surrounded by those shimmerin’ lights!
ー Everyone sits down at the table
Ruki: Oi, Yui. You should sit down as well.
Yuma: Geez, ya slowpoke! Whatcha doin’? Hurry up and get yer ass over here.
Kou: Come on, we’re going to get started without you, M-neko-chan!
Azusa: Eve, hurry...Everyone already took a seat.
Yui: Ah, yeah, wait! I’ll be there in a sec...
*Cling cling*
Everyone: Merry Christmas.
Yuma: ‘Kay! Time to chow down!
Ruki: Thank you for the meal.
Kou: I’m digging in~!
Azusa: ...Let me have a taste...
Yui: Thanks for the meal!
Kou: Mmh~! Yuma-kun’s vegetables never fail to amaze me!
Yuma: I’m the one who grew them, so they’re obviously gonna be delicious!
Azusa: ...Nom, nom.
Ruki: I’m glad you’re all enjoying it.
Kou: Although I’m a little curious about these oddly-shaped vegetables.
Yuma: The taste’s still the same so whatever!!
Ruki: Yuma, don’t shout too loud.
Yuma: Che...Those are the duds. There’s some proper stars in there as well.
Kou: ...These are supposed to be stars!?
Ruki: Right. Yuma shed blood, sweat and tears to make those.
Azusa: ...The fruit tart you made is delicious. The crust is crisp...
Yui: I’m glad to hear that. Yuma-kun is the one who grew the fruits on top as well.
Azusa: Yuma is amazing. I don’t think I could ever grow vegetables...
Ruki: Yuma is great at taking care of things after all. Why don’t you try looking after someone else as well for a change?
Azusa: ...Look after someone else...?
Yui: ( I’m honestly having trouble picturing that... )
Yuma: In that case, why don’t you let him take care of you, Ruki?
Ruki: ...!
...Azusa, forget what I said just now. Understood?
Azusa: Yeah, sure...
Kou: Ahaha! This is so much fun. Hey, M-neko-chan, thank you!
Yui: ...Eh?
Kou: I’m thanking you for teaching us about Christmas.
It’s our first time celebrating such a fun event, so we’re all in high spirits!
Yui: ...I should be the one saying thank you. I thought I would be spending the day alone...so I felt a little down.
However, I’m really happy you all worked together to create such a fun Christmas for me. Thank you, everyone...
Yuma: Hah, we didn’t do this for ya or anythin’. We only went through with it ‘cause it sounded fun.
Yui: I’m still glad regardless. For letting me join your Christmas party.
Yuma: I mean, ya are kind of a bother to us, but did ya really think we’d leave ya out?
Kou: Ah~ Yuma-kun’s flustered~!
Yuma: Haah!? Why would I get flustered!?
Ruki: You’re red all the way to your ears. Why don’t you be honest with yourself?
Yuma: You too, Ruki!?
Ruki: Hmph...My bad. Seems like I’m having a bad case of ‘the slip of the tongue’ today.
Yuma: Che...!
Ruki: Yuma, cheer up. We’re actually spending Christmas as a family.
Azusa: Exactly...
Kou: Me too! Food tastes so much better when you get to enjoy it without being upset!
Yui: ( I didn’t think it would be so fun to spend time with everyone like this. )
( Huh...? I just thought ‘fun’... )
( Right. At some point, the time I spend with the Mukami family must have grown dear to me... )
Kou: What are you grinning for?
Yui: Um...This may sound strange, but I thought it’s fun to spend time with you guys.
Azusa: ...If you’re happy...then so am I.
Ruki: I thought you were an odd human, but you’ve exceeded that point...You are basically being held hostage after all.
Yui: Right. I know it’s weird but...
Kou: You’re really living up to your name~ Although that’s exactly what makes you cute!
Yuma: Heh...If we ever hold a Christmas party again, ya better help out too.
No way in hell I’m wastin’ my time makin’ some cake, so I’ll leave my fruits in yer hands.
Also, we need someone to make the cookies.
Yui: Thank you...! I better practice a bunch in preparation for that day!
Ruki: Let’s leave it at that. The food we worked so hard on will get cold.
Kou: Ah, Azusa-kun you’re adding spices again~ You shouldn’t ruin the taste of the food.
Azusa: ...Just a sprinkle. I want to make this an even more fun experience...
Ruki: Haah...Can’t you guys at least enjoy a meal in silence?
Kou: But this is what suits us best, don’t you think?
Yuma: It’d be kind of creepy if things were all quiet.
Ruki: ...Right. I suppose this is quite tame for a Vampire’s holy night.
Yui: ( I’m truly glad I was able to have such a fun Christmas... )
( I wish I’ll be able to experience this sight once more somedayーー )
ーー THE END ーー
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(1) ‘NG’ is a term which has recently picked up in popularity in the Japanese language. It is an abbreviation of the English phrase ‘no good’ and is used to refer to things which are forbidden or don’t qualify.
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An Unexpected Party
AN: There probably wont be any smut in this story, it just doesnt feel right; however, I am PROBABLY going to make this an AU because nerdy!bucky has my whole heart and I am OBSESSED with the characters that are creating themselves out of this whole story.
Chapter 4
Honestly? Bucky was REALLY fun.
You went to dinner on Monday, lunch on Tuesday, and bowling with Wanda, Vis, and Yelena on Wednesday night. He surprised you with coffee before work on Thursday, and that night, you had plans to watch a movie. Bucky was very excited to show you a cult classic, The Room. You were a little confused on the premise, but Bucky promised you it was supposed to be bad. For people that were fake dating, you spent a hell of a lot of time together. You were actually happy with him, and were perfectly fine ignoring your growing feelings for the man.
That was, of course, until you got a call from Tony.
“Heya kid, you busy?” you heard as soon as you picked up your phone. “Just kidding, I don’t care. When am I meeting this new boyfriend of yours? He’s been all over your Instagram. I’m assuming you’re bringing him to my wedding.”
“You mean Pepper is still marrying you? God, I would have thought she had been sick of you by now,” you sighed as you loaded the dishwasher. “Why do you need to meet him, anyway? Does it matter to you?”
“Matters to me if there’s gonna be drama at my wedding, seeing as my best man is your ex-boyfriend.”
“Your best man broke up with me for no damn reason, and I have every right to date someone new, just like he’s doing,” you snapped, not able to hold yourself back, and Tony was quiet for a minute.
“So you know, I reamed his ass for that,” he said quietly. “I have your back on that one. What Steve did was wrong. One hundred percent. I just wanna make sure that Pep has the best day she can. I know she’s nervous about… people seeing people together.”
“I understand that, Ton, but I am not gonna start anything. Promise.” You pulled out the cookies you were baking from the oven. “Plus, Bucky is just a friend.”
“What kinda guy goes by the name ‘Bucky’?” Tony grumbled.
“A very sweet guy,” you say, unable to stop your voice from going a little softer. Tony definitely noticed—you could tell by the silence—but thankfully he didn’t say anything.
“Well, I’m glad you’re happy,” he said softly.
“Thanks Tony.” You said softly. “Anyway, the wedding is almost here,” you changed the subject, and Tony knew better than to push you.
“Sure is. Only one more night,” he chuckled softly. “Dad’s not coming,” he added quietly and you sighed softly.
“Can you blame him, Tony? You remember Christmas—”
“He insulted Pepper—”
“Because you kept pushing about the government contracts and upsetting mom, and you know it, Tony.” You said quietly. “Both of you took things too far.” Tony grumbled on the other end of the line. “Have you tried calling him?”
“I’m the one getting married,” he pointed out, and you stayed quiet. Tony heavy sighed. “Fine. I’ll call him.”
“And apologize?”
“I said I’d call him.”
“And apologize.”
“Y/N.”
“Tony.”
“…fine. And apologize that he’s such a self-righteous dick—”
“Anthony Edward Stark—”
“And I’ll apologize for being a bitch, okay?” Tony sighed. “God.” There was a shuffling on the other end and you heard Pepper’s soft voice calling Tony to bed. “Ball and chain is calling.” He said teasingly and you heard Pepper snap at him giggling
“Call her that again and I’ll slap you during the ceremony,” you retorted laughing.
“Yeah yeah. I’ll see you at the rehearsal tomorrow, kiddo. Feel free to bring your… friend to the dinner.”
“Thanks, Tony. I’ll see if he wants to go. Sleep well.”
Tony hung up and you leaned on the counter, looking at your phone. You heard a knock at your door, then the door swung open.
“Babe, you gotta make sure to lock the door,” Bucky laughed as he walked in, carrying a bottle of wine and a thin wide box. “Anyone could just walk in here.”
“Sorry,” you giggled a little. “Force of habit. My ex always forgot his key.” You smiled as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, placing the wine in the fridge. “Hey, I have the rehearsal tomorrow… my brother wants to know if you want to come to the rehearsal dinner afterwards.”
“Do I have to wear a suit?” he sighed dramatically.
“Mmhmm,” you giggled softly and wrapped your arms around his waist. “But I’ll have to wear a dress, so it’s even.”
“Well, can’t say no to free food.” He chuckled softly. “Anyway, I made your brother a wedding present,” he said a little nervously.
“Oh?” you asked in surprise.
“Yeah, you mentioned that you, and your brother and your parents would go upstate,” he said. “Ya know, before school started again? Well, you kept talking about how pretty it was and… I guess I thought it would be nice for you to give your brother something that reminded you both of a happier time,” he said a little sheepishly, and pushed the bigger thin box he had brought in across the bar. You glanced at him, then slipped it open. Inside was a canvas with a beautiful dark wood frame. Painted on the canvas was a beautiful scene of a family of four, canoeing across a lake, the trees a gorgeous mixture of red, yellow, orange, and brown. You covered your mouth, your breath catching in your throat.
Somehow, Bucky had gotten the exact memory you had described to him.
“Bucky this is…” you breathed out, tears pricking your eyes.
“Fuck I'm sorry,” he mumbled, reaching for the box. “I’m sorry, it’s not good enough, I shouldn’t have caught you off guard, you don’t have to give it to him—"
You cut him off by rounding the side of the counter, cradling his cheeks in your hands, and kissing him deeply, pressing your body against his. He groaned in surprise, stepping back a bit, his hands on your hips to steady himself. You felt your eyes drift shut as he kissed you back, his lips working against yours, and for a second, time seemed to stop.
It never felt like this with Steve.
You slowly pulled away and he opened his eyes, looking down at you, his cheeks flushed pink. “What did I do?” he asked chuckling a little. “So I can be sure to do it again?”
“That was… the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” you said softly. “Or for a family member they’ve never met.” You touched his cheek.
“I…Really?” he said softly. “You don’t think it’s too much?”
“I think it’s perfect,” you said softly. “You painted it yourself?”
“And made the frame,” he blushed, and you kissed him again, pulling him closer, your fingers slipping through his hair. He shivered almost immediately and panted a little as you pulled away. “Okay so, making things equals kisses. Got it.” He chuckled a little. “I’ll furnish your whole apartment if you’re not careful.”
“I don’t want you to come to the wedding as my fake boyfriend,” you said quietly and he nodded, after a second’s hesitation.
“How about… as your real boyfriend?” he asked hopefully and you nodded, grinning. His face lit up and he kissed you again, pulling away, then pressing kisses all over your face as you giggled.
“Real boyfriend sounds much better to me.” You whispered.
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Sick of Losing Soulmates
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: Months after you and Peter have broken up, you run into each other at Harry’s Christmas party.
Word Count: 4.1k
Warnings: Both fluffy and angsty. Mentions of alcohol and sex. A mild amount of curse words.
A/N: I’m ALIVE! I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season, and Merry Christmas to everybody that celebrates it! I am so happy to be able to share my work with all of you! Enjoy <3
“And maybe we got lost in translation
Maybe I asked for too much
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece
Till you tore it all up”
-All Too Well, Taylor Swift
He wasn’t supposed to be here. Harry had promised you that his roommate would be spending the holidays with May back in Queens. But here he was, wearing the sweater that you had given him last year with his arm snaked around another girl’s waist.
“Hey!” Betty grinned, throwing her arms around you. She had a half-empty glass of mulled wine that you could tell was doing a good job of getting her tipsy. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. We never see each other anymore.”
She pouted, a pair of reindeer antlers where her signature black headband usually sat. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” you assured her, still staring at Peter effortlessly carrying the conversation with a bunch of people you didn’t recognize. “Uh, who’s the girl with Peter?”
“Gwen Stacy,” she muttered, obviously not a very big fan. You figured it was because there was only room for one preppy blonde girl, and Betty didn’t feel like sharing that position with anybody else. “Don’t worry though! It’s nothing serious. Peter actually hasn’t really dated anybody ever since the two of you…”
Her voice trailed off as you locked eyes with her, silently communicating for her to drop the subject. It was a relief to know that he hadn’t moved on, but the fact that he was wrapped up in a fling with somebody else still made your heart hurt.
“Come on, Y/N. I’m sure MJ and Ned would love to see you! They’re over in the kitchen.” She reached for your hand, dragging you along through Harry’s expertly decorated apartment.
You dropped the box of cookies that you had baked on the counter before tapping MJ on the shoulder. She was turned away from you, lecturing Ned on why his secondhand Beyblades were not acceptable Christmas presents.
“Who the hell is touching me?” she snapped, turning around with a look on her face that told you she was ready to throw hands. “Holy fuck. Y/N! How long have you been here?”
MJ’s frown faded into a smile as she pulled you into a side-hug, her other hand busy nursing a glass of Harry’s infamously terrible eggnog. “Only a few minutes,” you laughed, your face smushed into her torso.
“Hi,” Ned piped up, offering a small wave. You could tell he didn’t really know where he stood ever since his best friend basically ripped your heart out and threw it on the floor. Well, it wasn’t actually that dramatic, but he had a flair for exaggerating stories. “Remember me?”
“Of course, stupid,” you grinned, offering a fist bump that he happily accepted. “How could I forget those iconic fits of yours?”
“True,” he said, popping his collar and doing a little twirl that made Betty and MJ roll their eyes. “You look pretty fly too, though.”
“Thanks,” you replied, holding the edge of your dress as you curtsied, something you and Ned had made a habit of doing as the so-called best dressed members of the group.
“You two are just as ridiculous as ever,” Betty mused, happy to see you still fit in just as perfectly as when you were Peter’s girlfriend, even if you weren’t around as much.
The reunion was interrupted by the loud chatter of a certain couple, and your heart sank as you watched a very drunk Peter and Gwen stumble towards the kitchen, a giggling mess. They situated themselves under the archway that separated the two rooms, a piece of mistletoe conveniently hanging above them.
You could tell that MJ was ready to put a stop to her friend’s embarrassing behavior, and the looks on Ned and Betty’s faces told you that they had no intentions of holding her back.
“They’re so gross,” MJ complained, setting down her untouched cup before excusing herself to drag Peter out of his drunken makeout session. “I can’t believe he’d do that when you’re right here!”
“Wait, MJ,” you blurted, grabbing onto her wrist to stop her. She turned to face you, her eyebrows furrowed. “It’s okay. I don’t care about it. I’m just going to head to the bathroom, alright? I’ll be right back.”
You did your best to stop yourself from tearing up, although you realized you had made the utter mistake of forgetting that the very arch that Peter and Gwen were sucking each other’s faces under was the only way out of the kitchen.
Not even a few moments of you awkwardly standing next to them, occasionally clearing your throat, made them notice you. Eventually, the discomfort grew too heavy, and you tapped Peter on the shoulder. He finally pulled away from Gwen, her lipstick smudged across his mouth and a dazed look on his face.
Gwen whimpered at the loss of his kiss, obviously annoyed at the random girl that had just interrupted them. As soon as Peter recognized that it was you, he stepped away from her, wiping his mouth and fixing the hair she had been running her hands through, just like you used to.
“Y/N. I didn’t know that you’d be here,” he reasoned, a blush spreading across his face as a sense of regret settled into his stomach.
“Obviously,” you sighed. This wasn’t the Peter you knew—the sweet, shy one that you had fallen in love with. “You guys are blocking the hallway, by the way.”
“Shit, sorry,” he stammered, stepping aside to allow you to pass in between them. He followed you, leaving Gwen irritated and confused as to who you were. “Y/N. Can we talk later?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Nice sweater, though,” you quipped, not even turning back to meet his gaze before climbing the stairs towards the guest bathroom. Everything felt all too familiar, memories of you and Peter stumbling up the same steps after a date flooding your brain.
The first time Peter had kissed you was after MJ’s birthday party. Neither of you had been drinking, since you hated alcohol and Peter refused to touch any before he turned 21. This meant that you got to spend the whole night laughing at everybody else’s drunken mischief.
In the middle of his performance of some Nicki Minaj song, Ned managed to spill a whole can of beer on you and Peter, which resulted in many cheers as the two of you ran to his room to grab a change of clothes. Shirts came off, confessions were made, and the party went on without you guys.
You took a deep breath, shutting the bathroom door behind you and sitting on the edge of the bathtub. If you had known Peter would end up being here, you would have never accepted Harry’s invitation. There were so many old wounds being opened up that you had spent months trying to heal, and you weren’t sure some stupid Christmas party was worth it.
But you didn’t want to leave. It wasn’t fair how much the break up had stolen from you. All of your friends were here and you were tired of shying away from going out with them anymore because you were too scared to see Peter. Too scared that you would never be able to stop being in love with him.
By the time you rejoined the rest of your friends, Harry was announcing that it was time to start the game of White Elephant. You bit the edges of your fingernails as the party guests filed into Harry’s living room, hoping that Peter wouldn’t somehow pick your present.
“What’d you bring?” you asked Betty, squishing in next to her on the couch.
“Gift card to In-N-Out,” she giggled, satisfied that her present could only be used on the other side of the country. “But Harry’s rich friends might not have any trouble flying their private jets to California, so maybe I’m not as clever as I thought.”
“Heard that,” Harry said, leaning behind you on the edge of the couch. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, something the two of you had always done as friends but stopped once you started dating Peter. “Hey, Y/N. Glad you could make it.”
“Hey, you,” you replied, smiling back at him, your leg bouncing impatiently. “We doing this thing or what?”
“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute,” he laughed, running out of the room. Moments later, he came back wearing a fake beard and a Santa hat, complete with a miniature sack of toys.
“Alright, boys and girls. Let’s get this game started! Hopefully you all know the rules, but I’ll repeat them anyway. I draw a name out of the sack, you pick a random present and open it up for everybody to see. The next person that goes can either steal your gift or pick a new one. If your gift gets stolen, you get to do the same. No stealing twice!”
The first couple of people you didn’t really know, and they had all pulled presents that were relatively uninteresting. A scented candle, toilet paper, a pair of socks. Nothing you really considered worth stealing, although Ned ended up taking a framed, autographed photo of Harry from MJ, which resulted in her stealing Gwen’s mini waffle iron.
By the time it was your turn, there weren’t many gifts left. Going with your gut, you grabbed the bag covered in glittering polar bears. Reaching past all of the tissue paper stuffed inside, you pulled out a red sweatshirt that you unfolded to see had a large graphic of Spider-Man printed on it.
“Oh,” you said, a little confused. The only people you knew that wore stuff with the Avengers on it were little kids, but you figured that was part of the joke. “I mean, I prefer Captain America, but thanks, whoever this is from!”
Peter’s face blushed to a shade of red, amazed that out of all the presents, you picked his. The only issue was that you didn’t know that he was actually the guy on the front of it. Nobody except Ned knew, although he was sure that MJ and Harry had caught on to his secret identity by now.
“Okay, two people left. Jake, you’re up next, buddy,” Harry called out, happily bouncing around the room, his Santa hat now replaced with a baseball cap that had “I Love Ned!” embroidered on it. You watched nervously as he walked around the room, eyeing up all of the presents before settling on the tiny, golden box that you had placed under the tree when you first arrived.
“Let’s see what we’re working with,” he smirked. Your thoughts raced, immediately feeling a sense of regret over the gift you had picked. “Oh, shit. Sweet! I’ve got a date with Y/N!”
“Sup, baby,” Jake continued, his words slightly slurred. He pointed at you and winked, and you offered him a polite smile in return. “We’re gonna have a good time. Just name the time and place and I got you.”
“Awesome, congrats, man,” Harry said, obviously ready for the game to be over. It had been going for way longer than any of you had expected, mostly due to the fact that two girls wouldn’t stop arguing over a piece of rose quartz. “Okay, we’re nearly finished, guys. Peter, you’re up. Pick any of the gifts that haven’t been stolen yet, or the last one under the tree.”
You locked eyes with him, a familiar scowl on his face that told you he was thinking really hard about which gift to pick. His spidey-senses felt your heartbeat pick up as he walked around the room before stopping in front of Jake, who was busy gloating to his friend about how “hot” you were. Your face heated up as you watched Peter take the little note that you had written out of Jake’s hands, smugly gesturing for him to pick up the present under the tree.
He waved sheepishly at you, and you felt both relieved and angry at his decision. Did you want to go on that date with Jake? No. Were you still mad that, technically, you now had to go out with your ex-boyfriend? Yes.
The game ended and the party-goers dispersed throughout the apartment. You lingered in your spot on the couch, your arms crossed and heart full of mixed emotions. Peter, whose gaze never strayed from you, walked over to where you were sitting.
“We don’t actually have to go out,” he whispered, hoping that you’d actually look at him this time. “I just didn’t think you wanted to go out with that guy. He seemed like kind of an asshole.”
“Yeah, well, it would have been nice if you let me decide that. You’re not my boyfriend, anymore Peter. We aren’t even friends. You don’t get a say in who I go out on dates with,” you grumbled, your eyes focusing on everything in the room except for him.
Before you could say anything else, Peter had already grabbed you by the hand, dragging you away from the rest of the party. Strangely enough, you went along with it, a little curious to hear him out.
You started to remember your first date, and it was almost like you could hear his excited laughter after you finally managed to knock a pin down. It became a tradition that whenever you had something to celebrate, Peter would pick you up and twirl you around until you had to beg him to stop.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Peter slamming the door behind him and cornering you against it, his heartbeat racing. He had pulled you into the laundry room. “I can’t stand seeing you with anybody else,” he panted, eyes flickering down towards your mouth.
His hand pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear, and your breath hitched as you felt his rough fingertips against your skin. But before he could lean in to kiss you, you were ducking underneath his arm and backing away.
“Peter, we really shouldn’t,” you whispered, watching the disappointment wash over his face. No matter how much you wanted to kiss him, you just couldn't forget how he had broken your heart months ago. “It’s over, okay?”
“Y/N, please. I—”
“You what? You love me? Because last time we were together, I told you how much I loved you and you said that we should break up. Remember?” you cried, embarrassed at how you couldn’t control your emotions anymore. “You’re just… you’re too late.”
You fumbled with the door, slipping through the opening before rushing towards the balcony. As soon as the cold air hit you, a wave of relief washed over your body, and you laid your head against the metal railing. Your breathing slowed and time seemed to stand still as you watched the snowflakes flutter through the wind.
“Peter’s an idiot,” you heard a voice call out from behind you. You turned to see Harry holding an extra coat in his arms, and you started to wonder just how long you had been standing out there. He draped it over your shoulders before leaning next to you against the balcony’s edge.
“Huh?” you asked, wondering if he knew what had just happened. You looked at him, the multicolored Christmas lights reflecting off his shiny hair. “What do you mean?”
“He’s stupid for ever letting you go,” he remarked. He had a look in his eyes that made you unsure of what he actually meant. “I mean, look at you. You’re so beautiful, and smart, and funny. And if he was dumb enough to throw all of that away, then yeah, Peter’s an idiot.”
“Oh, thanks, I guess,” you shrugged, your voice faint under the music that was still playing inside. You looked at him, his cheeks a rosy hue, which you couldn’t tell was from the cold or whatever he was trying to tell you.
“You know, I used to have the biggest crush on you,” Harry admitted, laughing a little bit at how nervous he was. Everybody knew that he was a player, so being flustered over a girl was uncharted territory for him. “I never told you this, but you were my first kiss.”
“Wait, really?” you asked, a little shocked at his confession. “But I thought you kissed Sarah Emerson on the playground in the fifth grade?”
“Nope. I was just a liar,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. “It was right before our eighth grade formal, when you asked me to teach you how to kiss because you were scared that Jeremy Pellegrino was going to try and french you.
“Oh! I forgot all about that,” you laughed, suddenly remembering just how long you and Harry had been friends. “Hold on a second... You gave me kissing lessons without knowing how to kiss!?”
“Guilty,” Harry chuckled as you punched him on the arm. “Ow! Damn, Y/N. When did you get so strong?”
“I have a lot of rage,” you mumbled before the two of you burst out into laughter, which slowly faded into a comfortable silence.
“You don’t feel that way anymore, right?” you wondered out loud. Harry looked at you, smiling softly.
“No, not anymore,” he affirmed, and you let out a sigh of relief. You knew what it felt like to love someone and not be loved back. “I think what really helped me get over it was seeing how happy you and Parker were when you were dating.”
“He misses you a lot,” Harry continued, his tone more serious than before. “He keeps this scarf that you left behind under his pillow because it still smells like you. I found out because he was having a pretty bad dream one night and I had to try really hard to calm him back down. And we both thought Gwen would help him move on and get his mind off of you, but I think she only made him realize just how much he still loves you—”
“Harry,” you interrupted, cutting his rambles short. “Why are you telling me all of this?”
“Because you and Peter should be together.”
“You think so?” you asked him, pulling the jacket tighter to keep you warm.
“Yeah. We all do.” It took only seconds for Harry to realize his fumble, accidentally admitting that the whole thing had been planned by him and your friends.
“We?” Your frowned, all of the coincidences from tonight suddenly making much more sense. “Wait, did you know that Peter was going to be here tonight all along?”
“Uh… yeah, about that. MJ, Ned, and I have kind of been pulling a Parent Trap on you guys.”
“HARRY!” You glared inside to see them not-so-secretly watching the entire exchange from behind the Christmas tree. Ned did some awkward finger guns, which MJ immediately swatted down. “I am so going to get you guys!”
You marched inside to where your friends were attempting to hide, the rest of the party guests too drunk and oblivious to notice what was happening.
“The eagle has left the nest. I repeat, The eagle has left the nest!” Ned yelled, ducking behind MJ, who was already shielding herself with a throw pillow.
“What’s going on?” Betty whined, half-asleep on the couch. “Is this that stupid plan about Peter and Y/N?”
“It’s not stupid!” Harry grumbled, his voice cracking a little bit. You could hear MJ snorting about it from her hiding spot. “Whatever, Michelle.”
“Shut up!” she shouted back.
“No, you!” he said, crossing his arms and standing his ground.
“Make me,” MJ said, narrowing her eyes and shooting daggers at him.
“Uh, guys. This isn’t about you two,” Ned interrupted, snapping them out of their mini argument. There was a weird tension between them that you just knew you would have to address some time in the future.
“Right,” MJ continued, sticking a middle finger up at Harry before turning to you. “Y/N. You should go talk to Peter.”
You nodded, exchanging hopeful looks with each of your friends before walking away. They might be dramatic goofballs, but you loved them so much that you didn’t really care.
Wandering around the party, you spotted Peter trapped in a conversation with Brad Davis, who was explaining his conspiracy theories about the Denver Airport and its demonic horse statue.
“So, all I’m saying is that they’re totally planning the end of the world over there. I mean, the Freemasons built an entire bunker for when they activate the nukes!” he rambled, Peter politely nodding along to his nonsense.
“Hey,” you said, tapping Brad on the shoulder and batting your eyelashes at him. “Can I borrow Peter?”
“Uh, yeah, totally, Y/N,” he stuttered, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a smirk. You could smell the peppermint Schnapps on his breath.
“Great. Thanks, Brad!” you smiled, grabbing Peter’s hand and pulling him towards the staircase. By the time you made it to his bedroom, he had already asked what was going on about ten times.
“Why’d you dump me?” you asked, the two of you sitting together on the edge of his bed, your knee brushing against his. He could tell you were wasting no time in getting to the point. “Be honest.”
He stared at the floor, unsure of how to answer your question. You reached for his hand, running your thumb across his knuckles until he looked up to see you smiling at him. His eyes were starting to water. “Just tell me, Peter. It’s okay.”
“I was scared,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I was scared of how much I love you. I mean, Liz was just a crush, and Gwen was a hookup. I’ve only ever loved you, Y/N. Before we met, I had to watch May’s heart break day after day when we lost Uncle Ben, and when I realized how much I loved you... I just wasn’t sure if I could handle ever losing you like that. And so I felt like I needed to protect you from all of the people who would want to hurt you.”
“Hey, Peter. Calm down. I’m right here,” you whispered, wiping a tear from his face. You watched as his breathing slowed, eventually evening out. “Why would anybody want to hurt me?”
“Because…” he started, hesitating a little bit. “Because I’m Spider-Man.”
Your eyes grew big as you mulled over what he had just said. “Are you being serious right now?”
He nodded, feeling a weight lift from his chest. Your eyes followed him as he walked over to his closet, digging around through piles of clothes before he found what he was looking for.
“Holy shit,” you breathed out. Peter was holding up Spider-Man’s suit. His suit. The sweatshirt from earlier made a lot more sense now.
“I would never lie to you,” he said, folding it up and sitting back down. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I thought I was doing the right thing—that you’d be safe—but I was so stupid. I, uh, I think about you all the time. I worry whether you’ve gotten home alright and how your little brother’s doing and if your mom got the promotion that she wanted and—”
You cut him off with a kiss, something you had been dying to do ever since you shut his bedroom door. “I forgive you,” you sighed, gently playing with his hair.
Peter stared back at you, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “Does this mean that we’re back together?”
“Yep,” you confirmed, before leaning into another kiss. And another. And another.
“Wait,” Peter said, breaking away from you. “I have a present for you. It’s actually from when we first started dating, but I was waiting until Christmas to give it to you.”
He moved to his desk, digging through one of the drawers before pulling out a flash drive. “Here it is,” he smiled, dropping it into your hand. It had your name scribbled on it next to a cat sticker. “It’s a playlist. Of all the songs that make me think of you. I think it’s got around a hundred on there?”
“Wow,” you beamed, marveling at the little piece of plastic in your hand. “You’re making me look bad. I didn’t get you anything.”
“Not true. You owe me a date, remember?” he reminded you, wiggling his eyebrows and pulling you into his lap.
“You’re right. Let me think,” you hummed, running through all the ideas of what the two of you could do. “Oh! I got it. The Central Park Squirrel Census for this year just got released. What if we analyzed the data? You could do the wrangling and I could do the visualizations!”
“I love you so much,” he laughed, pressing a kiss onto the tip of your nose. You giggled as Peter buried his face into your shoulder, his grip around your waist tightening. “But you are such a nerd.”
“I’m your nerd, Parker,” you agreed, leaning further into his embrace. “Always have been and always will be.”
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pairing: best friend!mark x reader; some neighbor!jaemin x reader
genre: university!au, angst, slight smut
word count: 4.7k
warnings: unrequited love ft. oblivious mark, sex that ends in crying, general heartbreak because what else would it be
playlist recs: heather - conan gray, cayendo - frank ocean, i found - amber run, fools - troye sivan, from here - kafka tamura, drive safe - rich brian
I still remember
Third of December
Me in your sweater
You said it looked better
On me, than it did you
Only if you knew
How much I liked you
“I fucking hate frats,” You grumble, dabbing furiously at the front of your shirt with a crumpled napkin. There’s red - remnants of what you think must be jungle juice - scattered across the yellow cloth of your top, and you just know it’ll remain stained for eternity. “This cost, like, ten bucks at Walmart! I don’t have that kind of money to throw away, you know.”
“That’s just an hour’s worth of wages from the bookstore.” Mark, your best friend, points out, handing you another napkin when you exhaust the one in your hand. There’s mirth in his eyes and the threat of a laugh underlying his tone, but the warning glare you throw at him has him putting his hands up in surrender instead of making fun of you.
“God,” It’s only when someone pushes past you, opening the door behind you to get inside the cursed party house you’d been so quick to rush out of, that you realize just how cold it is outside. The warmth emanating from the inside of the house you feel against your back is short-lived as the door slams shut, but the damage is done: you’re already hyper-aware of what you don’t have. “God, it’s freezing, what the hell?”
“This is literally an end-of-semester party,” Mark, ever perspicacious, points out, adding insult to your injury without a second thought. “It’s early December. Be glad it isn’t snowing.”
“I’m in a t-shirt,” You only whine in response, ignoring everything your friend has said. The night hasn’t gone your way, and if Mark wasn’t here with you you wouldn’t have come at all. Unluckily for you, Mark Lee is popular amongst fraternity circles on account of being Jaehyun Jung’s hometown neighbor and friend, so you find yourself attending parties intermittently. If you could say no to Mark, maybe you wouldn’t smell vaguely of vodka and artificially flavored fruit punch right now.
“I’m in a t-shirt,” You repeat, ignoring any and all thoughts of your best friend you’re having, as always. “And it’s wet which is making me even colder. I hate it here.”
Mark only rolls his eyes, though you’re surprised to see him shrug off his windbreaker before pulling his black sweater over his head to reveal a thin white shirt. He hands it to you wordlessly before pulling his jacket back on and zipping it up, and when you only stare at the piece of clothing he’s given you, he has the audacity to laugh.
“I’m tired of your complaining,” He explains when your gaze meets his, though he jovially knocks his shoulder against yours when your eyes narrow momentarily. “And besides, you always look better in it than I do. Before you ask, I’m not cold anyways, so it’s all good.”
You don’t miss the comment about you looking better in it than he does. For a moment, just a moment before you pull the proverbial wool over your eyes and black polyester over your head, you imagine that he actually means it. He does let you borrow it an awful lot, after all: it’s in your dresser half as often as it’s in his.
“I wasn’t going to ask,” You huff out a lie, putting an arm through before pulling the rest of the sweater on. You’re immediately met with Mark’s cologne, and you pull his sleeves over your hands into sweater paws on habit. His clothes are always just a little long on you. “You’re like a human furnace.”
“Whatever dude,” Mark rolls his eyes again, though there’s fondness evident in them. “Come on - I’ll walk you back to your place.” He loops his arm through yours in a way you’ve gotten dangerously used to, dragging you away from the Nu Kappa Theta house.
He keeps his word, leaving you right in front of your door. When you go to take off his sweater, he stops you, telling you that there’s no rush to get it back to him. A quick hug and a short goodbye later, Mark is walking down the hallway, hands shoved into his jeans’ pockets. You watch as he gets to the stairwell, so desperately wanting him to turn back.
He doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t - you aren’t Heather. You fall asleep in his sweater hours later, still drowning in his cologne. Come morning, you fold it neatly and place it in the bottom drawer of your dresser, out of sight and out of mind.
But I watch your eyes, as she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than a blue sky
She's got you mesmerized
While I die
You still remember the first time you’d seen her. It was mundane, really - she’d sat next to you during your first Computing class of the semester, and you’d introduced yourself to her and found her to be a sweet girl, the kind of girl people like being around. There wasn’t anything past that - the two of you went on with your lives, sometimes making idle conversation in class. You hadn’t thought much of your meeting with her until later.
Far more importantly, frankly, you remember the first time Mark had seen her, even if he doesn’t remember it himself. You’d been lounging under a tree, Mark’s back against the bark while you had your head in his lap. He’d been rambling on and on about something Donghyuck had said during their intramural dance team’s practice when he’d stopped speaking mid-sentence, forcing you to turn your head to see where his eyes were leading him.
Heather, in a pleated skirt and a beige sweater over a pristine white button down. She’d looked positively radiant while standing in the grass and laughing with friends, the sun shining brightly directly behind her. Mark, feeling your eyes looking up at his slack-jawed expression, had unfrozen eventually, raising a hand to scratch at the nape of his neck out of embarrassment. He’d been about to launch back into his story - this time likely punctuated by glances over at the other girl - when you’d interrupted him before he could begin.
“Her name’s Heather,” You’d told him, mentally kicking yourself even as you spoke. Who tells the love of their life the name of someone they’re obviously ogling? You hate the value you place on your friendship with Mark almost as much as you hate the fact that you’re in love with him. “She’s in one of my classes. She’s really nice, if you’re into that.”
“Of course I am,” Mark had muttered then, ears burning red. “Why wouldn’t I be into nice people?”
“You spend all your time hanging with me and Hyuck.” You’d pointed out, reaching a hand up to poke at his chin. He’d flicked your fingers away from him, though he’d immediately grabbed your hand right after, holding it tight for a moment on impulse and as if to show you he’d never really hurt you.
You’d wished the constant Mark-inflicted ache you’d felt - feel, still - was physical.
“You’re nice, dude,” Mark had insisted then, finally looking down at you. You’d felt suddenly insecure then, realizing that the angle you were at wasn’t the most flattering. There was no way you could compete to Heather, not with your disheveled hair and eyes that pierced through Mark like arrows. You’d wrapped your arms around yourself in insecurity and Mark had thought nothing of it, only continuing to speak. “You’re nice enough, at least, when you aren’t kicking my ass. Hyuck is… a thought best left for another day.”
You’d laughed then, and Mark had responded in kind. The rest of your break between classes had been spent like that: talking and laughing with your favorite person, irreplaceable by all accounts.
If he hadn’t chanced glances at Heather throughout it, you might’ve been able to consider that he found you irreplaceable in the same way you found him.
Mark hadn’t been subtle then.
He isn’t subtle now.
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half, as pretty
You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester, but you like her better
Wish I were Heather
Mark asks for the sweater back the day before you leave for winter break. Your flatmate is staying back - has research to work on through Christmas - so you’re free to visit your parents back home, and although you dread all the questions you’ll be asked, you can’t help but feel the slightest bit excited.
“I’ll drop by and pick it up before I head out, then,” Mark says, voice still warm as ever even as the phone makes him sound the slightest bit tinny. “What time is good for you?”
“I’ll be at the bus stop by 5,” You respond, phone between your shoulder and your ear and heart between your mouth and your chest as you pull his polyester sweater out of your dryer. “Come by any time before then.”
He drops past your place a little before 4, eyes sparkling when he tells you that Heather only lives about a half an hour away from him, so he’s taking her with him on his drive home. You muster the brightest smile you can when you tell him how wonderful that is, all while handing back the sweater that smells like your own detergent for now but you’re sure will soon smell like Heather’s perfume.
A week after seeing Heather for the first time, Mark had, by chance, joined your university’s Literature Club, not knowing that the girl who’d stolen his breath was a member. He’d had the same sparkle in his eyes when he’d regaled his first conversation with her to you, talking for ages about her opinions on The Picture of Dorian Gray and Slaughterhouse-Five. They’d clicked immediately, in his words. Two fitting puzzle pieces.
You’d bawled like a baby into your flatmate’s arms once your best friend had left your apartment that night, feeling entitled to the tears after so many hours of half real (you truly were happy for him) and half fake (you truly were sad for yourself) smiles.
It’s been three months since then. Heather and Mark aren’t dating just yet, but they’re an inevitability. You remind yourself of that after Mark leaves, sweater in hand and a promise to text you once he gets home sliding off his tongue.
He messages you a picture - a selfie of him and a smiling Heather - five hours later, a ‘we’re home safe!’ text accompanying it. It isn’t a surprise to you that she’s wearing the black polyester sweater in the photo, but it still stings nonetheless.
Mark had said you look better in the sweater than he does. Heather looks far better in it than you do.
When you reach your own home, you’re not alarmed to see Jaemin, your next-door neighbor who’s home from his own school for break, sitting at your kitchen counter and eating grapes out of a plastic bowl. His parents and your parents are great friends, and you’ve always gotten along fairly well with him. His hair is dyed a light blue, gelled back slightly to show his forehead, and he smiles the same cheeky smile he’s had since his sophomore year of high school at you. Jaemin’s always been breathtakingly handsome, always been as good looking as he is just good. He’d been a decent friend to you when you’d lived here, close enough to tell secrets to but not so close that he’d reveal them to anyone.
Jaemin had been your first kiss way back when, had been your first time barely after that, and you allow yourself to see the purely sexual tension that still exists between the two of you. You feel nothing but friendship - maybe just acquaintanceship - for him, and he for you. It’s perfect.
When both sets of parents go out for dinner, unable to drag the two of you out with them, you pull Jaemin up the stairs to your childhood bedroom to ride him frantically as if you’ll never feel this good again. He coaxes not one but two orgasms from you, cool hands roaming your body and nails raking gently over your thighs. Jaemin fucks up into you when you can’t move any longer, when your thighs shake from overwork, and he doesn’t complain, not once.
He pulls you down to him, bites your shoulder hard when he cums, spilling into the condom he’d managed to get on in the rush to be inside of you. When you don’t pull off of him afterwards, instead only beginning to sob quietly into his shoulder, he’s kind enough to run his hands over the span of your back to soothe you.
“That bad, huh?” He jokes, not letting you go. His hands are warm now. You shake your head adamantly even as you know he’s kidding before muttering a ‘it’s not you, it’s Mark’ into his skin.
“Did you just ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ me?” Jaemin questions, this time more confused than anything. You shake your head again, your tears glistening against his collarbone as you pull away enough to look him in the eyes.
“Mark. It’s Mark,” You say, swallowing the lump in your throat. You’ve never voiced it aloud before - that it’s Mark. That it might just always be Mark. Jaemin’s okay, though - Jaemin won’t tell. How could he? He doesn’t even know Mark.
Your childhood neighbor stares at you, though not unkindly, for a long moment before nodding slowly in understanding and pulling you into his chest once more for a tight embrace. He doesn’t ask any questions - you assume he just gets it.
Jaemin manages to finger you to one more climax like that, with you curled up in his lap and your head against his chest. He murmurs sweet nothings that really mean nothing into your ear as he does, and you find that you could get used to this. You won’t, but you could. When you cum again, you only whimper and moan, incapable of forming words.
Mark’s name is on the tip of your tongue, and even though Jaemin would understand if you say it, you don’t. You can’t tempt yourself with a reality that isn’t available for you. It would be too cruel.
By the time your parents and Jaemin’s parents get back home, you’re wearing a sweatshirt you hadn’t been wearing earlier, mainly to hide Jaemin’s bite mark. You hug your neighbor goodbye, and he whispers a ‘it’ll be okay’ into your neck before pulling away, giving you a soft version of his devilish grin and waving before leaving with his mom and dad.
Maybe it will be okay someday, but for now, God, how you wish you were Heather.
You only text Mark back right before you go to bed, a quick ‘damn, guess i’ll have to hire a better hitman next time. for you, not for heather, she’s lovely’ before you rest. Is she at his house, her head against his chest as they talk about books or movies or whatever they talk about? Or is she on her way home right now, wishing for more time with Mark?
Your sleep is dreamless that night, despite the thoughts of Mark and Heather, Heather and Mark that run through your mind constantly. It’s the one stroke of luck you have.
Watch as she stands with
Her holding your hand
Put your arm 'round her shoulder
Now I'm getting colder
You sleep with Jaemin intermittently during your break, finding quite quickly that he’s very willing to solely be a receptacle of your pent-up urges catalyzing. It’s hard to have sex with people at school because you’re always aware that Mark could be waiting at your apartment with food when you get back, or that he could be texting you while you’re getting laid. With Jaemin, you can truly push Mark out of your mind, if only just for a moment.
It’s good that you find a momentary respite in your childhood neighbor, because once you’re back on campus, it feels like the universe is purposefully tugging your stars out of their alignments just to torture you.
The weather still leaves much to desire, and although it isn’t as cold as it had been in December, you still carry a hoodie around with you wherever you go. They’re easy to pull over long-sleeved shirts and sweaters; after all, Heather’s always pulling Mark’s favorite forest green hoodie over the familiar black sweater that she wears.
Before, it had just been you, Mark, and occasionally Hyuck getting together and hanging out. At restaurants, you and Mark would sit on the same side, sharing appetizers while Hyuck actively guarded his food from your roaming hands. Now, when you go out to eat, you sit beside Donghyuck, Heather right across from you with her perfect smile and kind eyes while Mark sits right beside her, leaning back with his arm thrown over the booth behind her easily.
She’s genuine: when she asks about your hobbies, your likes, your dislikes, she truly wants to know. It’s good of her: after all, you’re one of the most important people in Mark’s life. You figure she must know that, the closer she gets to your best friend, the closer she should get to you.
You appreciate it. You also hate it.
When Heather gets up mid-lunch to go to the bathroom, parting from the three of you for the moment with a dazzling grin and an airy laugh that makes Mark visibly redden, the boy she’s wooing turns to you and your other friend, eyes full of hope. Donghyuck arches an eyebrow even as he knows what the other man is about to say.
“Man, isn’t she literally the best? There’s something between us, right? I should ask her out?” Mark’s running a hand through his hair as he speaks, a nervous habit he’s had the whole time you’ve known him (freshman year Intro to Film, he’d spilled his cold coffee all over you and panic-offered you his black sweater to wear as a cover-up and, the rest, as they say, is history).
“She’s on the higher end of the cool spectrum, yes there’s something, and it’s your life, dude, I can’t tell you who to date or not date.” Donghyuck responds before you can, and you catch him darting his eyes over at you in mild concern as he speaks. You haven’t told him about how you feel about Mark, but you’re sure he’s known for some time. He’s nothing if not deductive.
Mark rolls his eyes, mutters something about Hyuck always being the bare minimum amount of helpful, and then looks you directly in your eyes, waiting for your verdict. In that moment you know that he’ll seriously consider whatever you say, that if you don’t like Heather, he’ll do his best to dislike her too. Friendship above all else.
The word friendship leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, even if you value it so highly.
“Ask her out,” You finally say, the corners of your mouth quirking up together. The smile you wear doesn’t reach your eyes, but Mark’s too elated to notice. Under the table, Hyuck gently rests a warm hand against your knee for a split second, a show of ‘I’m here’ that you’re grateful for.
Before you can continue speaking - what would you even say? - Heather is sliding back into her seat, back from the bathroom. You can’t very well talk about her while she’s there, so you close your mouth inconspicuously, watching as Mark puts his arm around her shoulders rather than against the booth this time, pulling her just a little closer to his side.
You’re wearing two layers of clothing, but the air suddenly feels freezing. Donghyuck casually hands you a fry off his own plate, not keeping his food all to himself for the first time ever.
You accept it, even though it’s cold by now. Bleakness added upon bleakness changes nothing.
But how could I hate her?
She's such an angel
But then again, kinda
Wish she were dead, as she
Walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than a blue sky
She's got you mesmerized
While I die
He asks Heather out a week later with a bouquet of flowers you help him pick our just hours before his trek to her apartment. Donghyuck comes over the night of your florist trip - your flatmate had left for a trip the night earlier, leaving you a tub of ice cream and a pile of 80s movies as a placeholder for human comfort - and holds you for hours, not saying anything as you sob through The Breakfast Club and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and Stand & Deliver.
“I w- I wish she didn’t exist,” You hiccup into your friend’s shirt as he rests his chin on top of your head. “And then I feel awful because she’s just so nice. She’s always so nice. He likes her because she’s so nice.”
“It hurts worse when they’re nice, especially when you’re also nice,” He murmurs into your hair, pulling you closer into his chest. “Because then you can’t plot ways to get revenge without ending up being the asshole.”
“The jilted ex,” You agree, though it only causes you to cry harder. “Except I’m - I’m not even an ex.”
“Someday, you’ll be glad that you aren’t one of his exes.” Donghyuck assures you, and you know he’s right so you say nothing else, only wrapping your arms tighter around him. The healing process for your heartbreak starts then, as you stain your friend’s thin shirt with your tears and he rubs soothing circles into your back. Your heart might just sew itself back together.
The single stitch holding the halves of your heart together rips easily when Mark brings breakfast to your doorstep the next morning, obvious hickies dotting his collarbone once he pulls off his white pullover. The sight alone makes you feel like your lungs are airless and will forever remain so, and you realize that you’ll have to start healing all over again.
Still, you welcome your best friend into your apartment for breakfast like you do every Sunday morning, right before he goes to Church. Mark’s bought bagels today, from the café at the end of the block, and once he’s prayed like he always does before eating he spreads strawberry cream cheese all over one half of his bagel while talking about how well his ask had gone and thanking you for your floral expertise.
“I just thought they looked pretty,” You shrug, mentally begging for him to stop relating you to any aspect of his relationship. “No need to thank me.”
“I’ll always thank you, dude,” Mark says with ease, licking cream cheese off of his thumb. “You’re my best friend.” With this, he finishes off his breakfast, stands up from his chair at your breakfast nook, and wears his pullover again.
“Gotta pick Heather up, she said she wants to come to Church with me,” Mark says, and your heart twinges at how quickly she’s been introduced to the more intimate aspects of his life. You say nothing, only smile and nod, and Mark thinks nothing of it. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“We literally have a class together.” You scoff, doing your best to banter with Mark like you always do. He rolls his eyes at your statement, though his grin never falls from his lips.
“I’ll see you,” Is all he says, before leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. He’s halfway out your door before he turns back - turns back like you’d always wished for him to - and calls your name.
“Yes?”
“You really did do me a favor by helping me with the flowers,” Mark says, giving you the most grateful smile you’ve ever witnessed. “She said the bouquet had all her favorites. I don’t know how you do it. You’re a lifesaver. Love you!”
With that, he’s out the door, and you can only watch as it slams shut behind him, trapping in his last two words as they curl around you like currents, pushing you deeper into the water that’s drowning you. It’s platonic, of course it is, it always has been. Still, you believe that if you never hear those two words together again, you might be all the better.
The bouquet had all of your favorites, too.
You need to stop wishing you were Heather.
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half, as pretty
You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester, but you like her better
I wish I were Heather
Wish I were Heather
Wish I were Heather
It’s a little less than three months later when you’re out shopping by yourself at the local mall, in desperate need for some winter clothes before the next year’s winter starts. Everything’s on sale now, and you’re not one to pay extra money for no reason at all. You’re sitting through a rack of jackets when your phone vibrates, and you fish it out of your pocket to find that Mark has texted you four images, accompanied with a message asking ‘which one should I post O.o’.
They’re all of Heather in that black polyester sweater - the one you used to wear often - at an ice skating rink, and you assume Mark’s just gotten home from a date. She’s grinning brightly at the camera in the first picture while finishing tying up her skates. In the second one, her back is to the camera and her head is turned to the side, her hand holding onto Mark’s as she leads them across the rink. She’s looking right at the camera in the third one as well, eyebrows raised sportingly as she sips hot chocolate from a styrofoam cup.
You tell Mark to go with the fourth one: a candid of her just stepping on to the rink, eyes wide but smile even wider. Her head is turned, though she can’t see that her side profile is being captured. She’s beautiful without effort in a way you refuse to find in the mirror, and you know the fact that Mark has even taken a picture of Heather without her posing means he wants to cherish every memory with her. It’s sweet, and you tell him so.
You pocket your phone before reading his response, doing your best not to let his earnestness affect you. Mark is a good man, and Heather is a good woman. They’re good for each other, and you’re good for both of them as a friend.
As you turn around to inspect another set of for-sale winter clothes, this time on a table rather than a rack, you realize that, over the past few months, you truly have done your best to try and move on. It had been slow at first, yes, but by throwing yourself into your studies, taking time for yourself, and hanging out more with Hyuck and your other friends - though not less with Mark - has done you good. The ache has weakened, the stinging has stopped, for the most part. You’ve killed almost all of your Mark-related hangups or fixations, almost all of them except…
You rest your palm on top of a light blue sweater - cotton, not polyester - and run your thumb over it, exhaling slowly and blowing air out through your barely-parted lips as you do. It’s pretty, and your size, and you’re in need of one, and the one sweater you used to wear the most isn’t available to you anymore.
Jaemin’s words from months ago echo in your mind: ‘it’ll be okay’. You grab the sweater and make your way to the cashier’s counter, suddenly not needing to buy anything else anymore.
The breath of air you take upon leaving the mall, sweater in bag in hand, feels like the first one you’ve taken in a while. As you settle into your car and turn the ignition key, placing your purchase on your passenger’s seat, you’re hit with a realization that you didn’t think you’d ever have.
It’s all okay...
And you’re starting to no longer wish you were Heather.
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half, as pretty
You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester, but you like her better
Wish I were..
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Third Day of Christmas...
Trope: Enemies to Lovers (NSFW)
Relationship: Minotaur x Human
Word Count: 4,025
It all started with a note on the door.
Imani didn't expect to find a letter taped to her door that morning, or any morning for that matter. For a good couple of seconds she feared it was from her landlord, an eviction notice of some kind. That went right out the window as she read the chicken scratched handwriting.
Dear apartment 23 resident,
I'd appreciate it if you would keep the noises to a minimum after 10 pm. The singing has kept me up well past midnight. The stomping at all hours has been less than appreciated. Also, I hate to point out that your dog hasn't been a saint either, barking every morning at 7 am. So if you would please, muzzle the dog and stop the late-night parties.
Signed, apartment 15 resident.
Imani is confused for a moment, walking back into her apartment while rereading the letter. All of it is not true, starting with the singing. She does not sing, especially that late in the day. The neighbor on the other hand has a daughter who doesn't understand her own volume, blaring out BTS songs at odd hours. The stomping is a ridiculous accusation, almost typical in these situations. The only time she can admit that her walking would be loud is when she first gets home and hasn't gotten to removing her shoes. Besides then, she is as quiet as a church mouse. An hour after she gets home she spends most of her time lounging in the living room. so how can she be making noises if she isn't moving?
The woman drops the note onto her kitchen table, put off by the audacity. She looks over to her little dog, shaking her head as she thinks back on the next line. Her dog doesn't bark! He is as silent as can be, never even growling. The most this 'resident' can accuse her pooch over is his nails scratching at the floor. Even then that shouldn't even register through the floors.
With the morning turned sour, Imani quickly organizes her things and heads out for work. The whole day is spent thinking hard on her letter, thinking about what needs to be done. Should she ignore it? Pretend she never got it and go on with her life? That would be the easy approach, even kinder one, but she ain't that kind of bitch.
When she got home late that day she storms into the kitchen, making sure to stop with her shoes still on, and grabs a notebook. She jots down a little message for 'resident 15' with as much passive aggression as she can put into words.
Dear resident 15,
The bold claims you have taped to my door have been read. I'd like to take the time to inform you of your misguided claims. I, for one, am not the local American Idol star. That award goes to Tiny Tina in apartment 22. I don't know why you have such an issue with her music, BTS songs are a bop.
Next on the list is my 'stomping'. Excuse me for correcting you again, but I do not 'stomp' around my apartment. The minute I get home from work I am sitting on my ass watching television till it's time for bed. So I ask you, how can I be stomping around if my feet do not move off the couch?
Finally, my dog. My dog is a saint, for your information, he is the quietest animal I have ever owned. I haven't heard so much as a peep from him since he was a puppy. Maybe check around for other noisy pooches because mine isn't the problem.
With this all said, I hope you find a solution to your problem because bugging me was not it.
Sincerely, resident 23
Signed, sealed, and ready to be delivered. The next morning on the way to work she tapes the little note to the numbers on unit 15. smug, she walks out of there with her head held high.
Feeling proud of herself even further into the day she isn't ready for the speedy reply taped to her door, along with a missing doormat. With a huff, she snatches the note and heads inside. She unfolds the sheet, reading:
Dear 23,
I am not mistaken, and I'm taking your welcome mat until you know how to be a proper upstairs neighbor.
-15
She gawks at the letter, put off by the blatant admission of theft. Are they a child, taking away things as a punishment? This is completely idiotic! She should march downstairs and confront the fool who thinks this is a proper course of action. Well, she would if she didn't also want to get back at them.
Throwing the paper onto the coffee table she flops down on the couch to think. What is the best way to get back at them?
A floor below rests Church the Minotaur. He is getting ready to go on a run, sliding on his sneakers as he opens the door. Glance to the side he catches sight of a gaudy plethora of stickers and glitter, his door dressed to the 9s with rainbows. He is taken aback, looking at the decorations with ire. Above it all sits a folded up piece of paper taped to the door. He quickly snatches it, reading it.
15,
Return the doormat and I'll clean your door.
-23
Church chuffs, grinding his teeth as he looks to the door again. He didn't think he was being unfair when he first gave them a letter. It was a polite way to ask them to shut up. He just wanted some sleep, was that too much to ask? He looks to the door again, apparently, it was.
Imani opens the door fully expecting the letter. With a bit of a pep in her step, she grabs it, reading it as she walks to her car. She snorts, crumpling the paper and tossing it in the trash.
23,
This means war
-15
The next few weeks are filled with pranks of varying variety. The two start small, Imani stomping around upstairs with her heaviest pairs of boots, Church banging his hand against the ceiling during the quiet hours of the night. Next with more glitter courtesy of Church, a well-timed package that exploded in Imani's kitchen. He swears he could hear her surprised scream from below. Imani gets him back with a similar package, one with a jump scare card.
It's a back forth of one-upping the other. Church orders Imani eight pizzas, forcing her to reluctantly pay for it when seeing the nervous kid trying to deal with the mix-up. Imani manages to hook her phone to his Bluetooth speakers, playing random screams at all hours of the night. Church gets her back by attaching an alarm to her door so when walked out that morning she was startled by a firetruck worthy honk.
It seems it’s the last straw for Church when he receives his own glitter bomb of confetti cocks. It gets caught on the carpet, sneaking into the couch cushions, and sticking to his clothes. Quickly dusting himself off he charges upstairs, reaching her door and banging on it. He taps his foot frustrated and angry.
The door clicks open, Church already ready with his rant. Imani is equally prepared, excited with the chance to chew him a new one. When the two see each other they stumble on the words, looking one another over with confusion. Neither of them expected the other to be anything but some angry middle-aged person looking for a fight. They hardly assumed that the other would be so…attractive.
"I, uh," church shakes his head," You! A damn dick bomb? Do you understand how ingrained they are into my carpet? I sent you a cheap one, something you can easily clean up but you couldn't even consider that!"
"What," Imani comes back to her own," those craft herpes were not easy to clean, I'm sure it's still in the kitchen now and staining my clothes. So don't you dare come at me with 'woe is me' look like you had any consideration at all for my floors."
"Well excuse me, I didn't hack into your speakers to play Halloween screams all through the night. I damn near had a heart attack at 2 in the morning because of you," he points to her, debating on jabbing her in the chest. She slaps his hand away before he gets the chance, scoffing.
"At least I didn't make you spend money on eight pizzas! Do you know how much eight pizzas cost? It was like seventy bucks. I'm just glad you didn't splurge on something more than a single topping pizza. But fuck you for making them all pineapple you monster," she bites back.
The two ramble on long enough for the neighbors to peek their heads out. Embarrassed, they close out their argument with a huff and a door slam. Church heads off to his apartment, falling onto the couch while grumbling to himself. Imani growls and mumbles in her bed. They both can't help the thought that ruins all their anger:
God, they were hot.
The pranks don't stop in their frequency. The two continue, using their frustrations at their traitorous thoughts to fuel their revenge.
Imani still plays with his speakers, using screamo songs to annoy him in the afternoons. Church booby traps her door again with more glitter, his preferred weapon as of lately. She takes up tap dancing, he pays the kid next door to blare BTS near the shared wall of her apartment. She puts a fake ticket on his car, he puts vulgar stickers on her's. the childish game goes on and on.
Imani sits in her room one night, frustrated beyond belief with the sexy minotaur. She can't get his face out of her head. Why did he have to be cute? It's not like it makes the little game they have going harder to do. No, it just makes it seem more than it is. She has to constantly catch herself praising his wit in some of the stunts he pulls. Scolding herself nonstop for wanting to stop by his place and yell at him some, just to see him. It's stupid, wanting to actually get to know him.
Church relaxes in bed, feeling more bothered than Imani. He has hit a bit of a dry spell in his sexual life, or his solo sexual life. He can't jerk off without picturing the little hellspawn upstairs. It would be easy to give in and just think of her but it would be too much. She is an enemy, not a potential interest. So what if she is one of the sexiest humans he has ever seen? Who cares if her ability to keep up with him in this little war is kind of turning him on? It doesn't matter, right?
He sighs in defeat, "I don't think I can believe that even if I tried," he grunts as he clenches his shaft.
Imani is at home setting up her next plan when someone knocks on the door. She looks to the clock surprised at someone visiting this hour. Confused, and cautious, she gets out of bed and walks to the door. Looking through the peephole she rolls her eyes at who she sees.
Imani opens the door," if this is about the folk music I'll tell you now I'm not changing it back."
"No," he growls," this is about the tap shoes. Metal on wood makes for some very undesirable sounds."
"Well, excuse me for trying to take up a new hobby. What about you paying off the kid next door to play her music next to my wall? I swear that little demon doesn't sleep," Imani scolds.
"Speaking of little demons, can you for the love of god shut your dog up. Every morning I hear his damn barking and I'm seriously debating calling someone," he takes a step into her space, scowling at the dog behind her.
"He doesn't bark," she pokes at his chest," I have never heard him even make a yelp since he was a puppy so I suggest you come up with a better lie than that."
"A lie," he shouts," your fucking dog barks, stop thinking he is some sort of mute."
"He does not," she shouts back.
"Does too," he steps closer.
"Does not," she raises her chin.
"Does too," he grabs her hips.
"Does not," she tugs at his shirt.
"Does too," he says, lowering closer to her. Before she can get her turn he quiets her with a rather harsh kiss, mashing his lips to hers. They grapple one another, pulling the other closer as they stumble into her apartment.
Church kicks the door shut as he fumbles with her shirt. She helps, parting from him long enough to cast the clothing aside. He tugs her back in for a sloppy kiss, delving his tongue into her mouth as she unbuttons his top. Thrusting his shirt down his arms while they bump into the sofa. Church beings unclasping her bra, uncoordinated as she sucks on his tongue.
The two fall to the couch, church not wasting any time with her freshly revealed tits. Imani gasps, petting down his chest to his pants. As he suckles on a nipple as she pulls him from his pants, holding his cock in her hand. He stutters in his attentions, panting heavily against her chest as she jerks him off.
"Oh, fuck," he groans.
"Like that big boy," she steals his attention, him looking at her cocky smile.
"Shut up," he reaches down to her pants, palming her through her jeans. She bucks into his hand, rolling her eyes at his smirk. He quickly discards her bottoms, tossing them away without a care. He watches her as he pets at her pussy, delving between her lips to feel how soaked she is for him.
"Am I wrong to assume this is all for me," he pushes a finger in. she clenches her jaw, groaning from the intrusion. He chuckles, feeling rather confident as she rides his hand. Not caring for his large ego she reaches for his cock once more, feeling him throb in her grip.
"Am I wrong to assume this is all for me," she mimics back smugly. He throws her an annoyed look, removing his fingers and slapping her hand away. Dropping a hand beside her head he leans down, looking between them as he prods his cock to her pussy. They both flinch, eager above all else. They both watch as his head parts her lips, poking at her clit with short nudges.
"You think I can make you scream like those damn Halloween recordings," he jokes as he grinds into her.
"No, I don't think you have the stamina," she jabs back, trying to stop the urge to buck against him. Church leans down and nuzzles against her neck, pressing a sweet kiss under her jaw.
"I guess we will just have to see," he grins, feeling less confident than his words suggest. His cock is damn near ready to burst with just his tip being coated in her sweet juices.
Church reaches between them, pressing his cock to her entrance. He guides his tip in, stretching his arm up to rest it beside her head. The only warning he gives her is a sultry smile before he shoves forward, both crying out at the suddenness.
"Oh, shit," Church whimpers beside her ear. Imani grabs at his arms, feeling utterly stuffed. He pulls back, thrusting forward quickly. Imani appreciates him not wasting time just pistoning into her. The need has been building up all week, the denial adding a new level of appeal to this want.
He rams into her, listening to her try to hide her cries of pleasure. He feels her body tell him what he needs to know, feels her walls pulling him in with every buck of his hips. She wants him as badly as he wanted her. It's satisfying to church to know this. To know that she needs this as much as he does. Not wanting to miss a thing he sits up, grabbing her hips as he does.
"Look at you," he groans," trying to hold back those little moans and whimpers. Don't fight it, babe, I wanna hear you." Imani startles herself with a cry, arching her back as his words add kindle to the fire. She wants to pretend this isn't happening, that she isn't getting fucked by her apartment enemy. But damn, does it feel fantastic.
Church watches her writhe on the couch, his stomach clenching as he tries to fight off cumming at the sight. Her tits bounce with each clap of their hips and it's driving him wild. Reluctantly he shuts his eyes, thinking about anything else to prolong this blissful torture.
Imani wails and whimpers as her insides are set aflame. As her orgasm comes rushing to the forefront she locks her legs around his waist, grinding like a madwoman into his thrust. She cries out her pleasure, utterly wrecked as she falls apart.
Church chokes on his breath as she clenches around him. He can barely think as she holds him in a vice grip. His hips go wild as he finds himself coming to an end. It's only half a thought that he undoes her legs and pulls out, grinding against her as he cums on her stomach. Imani watches in rapture as he tosses his head back and moans, the sound going straight to her already throbbing clit. She watches him spray out over her and she can't look away for even a second.
Church falls onto his hands, panting as he holds himself over her. He can't believe it. He got to fuck the cute hellspawn that has been tormenting him all month. At this moment he couldn't even think about the countless hours of sleep missed because of her little pranks. Right now all he can think of is holding her close and taking a much-needed nap. As he attempts the action he looks to her stomach.
Imani is bone-deep satisfied. Her body is relaxed against the couch and she feels like she's on cloud nine. She hardly notices when Church climbs off her, his footsteps fading away. When she does notice, it stabs at her heart a little. She watches him button up his pants, reaching to the floor to grab his shirt. I guess he's leaving, she thinks.
Church grabs his shirt from the floor, bunching it up as he turns back to her. She looks surprised when he crouches beside her and mops up the mess on her stomach with his top. He wants to laugh at the shocked expression but bites his cheek against it. With her all clean he tosses the shirt away and crawls in beside her. The couch is rather small so he lifts her onto his chest, lounging on his back. He cradles her against his front, ready to take a well-deserved nap.
Imani is rather confused as she watches him fall asleep. She fully figured he would dip after everything, she surely didn't expect anything from this. They were still in a war. A truce was never called but she can't help but think this changes something.
Shrugging, she snuggles up to him, enjoying his soft fur against her cheek. This is a problem she will deal with in the morning.
Imani wakes up alone in her bed. She is nearly tempted to figure the night with Church was all a dream till she feels the subtle ache in her legs. Ride a bull, you should expect some soreness. She chuckles to herself as she dresses. Walking into the kitchen she prepares for a lazy day indoors while she figures out how to deal with Church and her's relationship. As she gets ready to feed her pup does she realize the lack of said pooch.
"uh, Giovani," she calls out. No answer. She calls out again, searching around her apartment frantically. Did he get out while the door was open last night? Surely she would have noticed if he managed to sneak past. She rounds the apartment again just in case before she runs to the door, throwing it open in a rush. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots something hanging on her peephole. She tenses at the sight, snatching it.
Imani I have your dog Church
Imani scoffs, crumpling the letter as she marches downstairs. She can't believe she let herself think that things would change between them. That this little prank war can be swapped out for an actual relationship, friendship or otherwise. Above all, she can't believe he stole her dog.
Rounding the corner and stopping at door 15 she pounds her fist against the wood. She continues pounding till the door opens, revealing a smirking Church.
"Hello, babe, what brings you here so early," he asks, leaning against the frame.
"You stole my fucking dog, I want him back," she snaps, no ounce of playfulness available. Church nearly stutters on his act, a little worried about her protectiveness over her dog.
"Now, I stole him for his own good," he explains," with his separation anxiety I figured it is best if he got used to my apartment since I'm going to take up training him."
Imani scoffs," Excuse me? My dog doesn't have separation anxiety nor does he need to be trained by some dog snatching idiot with horns."
Church deadpans," idiot with horns?"
"It's early, they can't all be gold," she rolls her eyes," doesn't matter, give me my dog back."
Church shakes his head, frustrated at her denial. Instead of answering her, he calls for the pup, leaning down to pet him when he comes trotting over. With the dog properly excited he takes a step into the hallway with Imani and shuts the door. Imani looks from him then back to the door.
"What are you doing," she asks.
"Just wait," he holds up a finger. They both stand silently, nothing happening. Imani opens her mouth to acknowledge the ridiculous of waiting in front of a door when her dog begins whining, yelping loudly from inside the apartment. Church looks over to her with a smug grin, "Told you he barks."
Imani flusters, gawking at the door and listening to her dog cry out. Church opens the door, the pup running out and jumping at Imani. Still embarrassed, she pets at her dog before picking him up and walking away. Church watches her turn the corner, not saying a word as she departs. He sighs.
It's a good day of nothing that picks at Church. Surely he didn’t push too far, he didn't really intend to keep her dog so it wasn't that mean. He just wanted to prove that her dog did bark, finishing the month-long war on a hopeful note. It wasn't meant as another attack against her. He really did intend to help by offering to train her dog.
Throughout the day he debates going up there and apologizing, to offer an olive branch of some kind so he can actually get to know her. Last night for Church was…amazing. It was something he wants to do again, to explore further. That may be a pipe dream now.
Late into the afternoon church gets a knock on his door. He jumps up, feeling rather stupid as he quickly answers the door. Expecting Imani he is left disappointed as no one is there. No one could have left that fast. He looks down the hall, left to right. Nothing. With a defeated sigh he begins to close the door. He stops when a fluttering piece of paper catches his eye. Excited, he snaps it off the door unfolding it swiftly.
Church,
Dinner at my place, 8 pm
-Imani
Church smiles to himself, refolding the paper and heading back inside to get ready.
#12 days of christmas#12 tropes for christmas#Enigma-IM#monster boyfriend#exophilia#enemies to lovers#minotaur boyfriend
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