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harrylovex · 3 years

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WORK PARTY

summary: you get drunk at a work party and chris looks after you...

warnings: alcohol consumption, vomit warning!! fluff and chris being a gentleman, kissing, lots and lots of forehead kisses <3

a/n: i got this idea from a little blurb that i read last night, i was gonna do this for harry to change it up a bit, but then i realised that chris has been stuck in my mind alot recently so why not write it about him?? he’s been looking so delicious recently i can’t deal i can’t take it anymore ;)

you were finishing getting ready, applying the last few coats of mascara when the doorbell rang, signalling that your friend had arrived.

she was giving you a lift to a work party.

work parties were your favourite parties.

you got on with your work colleagues really well, it was a bonus that your boss was the same age as the rest of you.

because of the fact that she was also in her early to mid twenties, she was pretty chill, hanging out with everyone in their offices, and not putting too much pressure on anyone.

your boss was the one hosting the work party, so you knew that there would be great food, fun games and lots and lots of alcohol.

it always felt like more of a college party than a work party.

you had started at this new office job a few months prior, you had been so incredibly nervous, shaking a little as you went in for your first day.

your boss had ordered one of the other colleagues to show you around and introduce everyone.

he told you that his name was chris, and he gave you a tour of the place, reassuring you when he saw you shake as you took a cup of coffee from his hand.

ever since then, the two of you had been pretty close, you laughed and joked together and he made work not so boring at all.

he would flirt with you also, making you blush at least three times a day. you weren’t complaining though, he was gorgeous.

everyone teased you two all the time, saying that you both looked cute together and joking about the sexual tension between you two. you would always go bright red, smiling to yourself when you saw Chris wink at you.

truth is, you really liked chris, he was smart, sexy and just all around a great guy. from the way he acted around you, sometimes you thought that he might like you too, but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it.

you grabbed your keys and bag as you hurried out the door.

“woah y/n! you look amazing!” your friend called out to you.

“thank you.” you blushed, climbing into the passenger side and fastening your seatbelt.

“chris is gonna go crazy when he sees you like this.”you laughed, brushing it off.

“no, seriously, i’ll have to tell him to stop drooling and to keep his dick in his pants!” she started hysterically laughing as she sped up.

you smiled to yourself, secretly hoping that chris would noticed how dressed up you were. you felt pretty.

you arrived at your boss’ house after driving for about ten minutes. walking up the driveway, you found the door unlocked.

you walked in, peering around the living room. no one was there but there was faint noise coming from the garden. you guessed that’s where everyone was.

walking through the french doors, you saw a few colleagues sitting around a huge campfire. it looked stunning. to say that your boss was rich would be an understatement.

your boss came running over, embracing you in a hug.

“y/n! oh my goodness you’re here! the rest of them should be arriving in a bit and then we can get this party started!” laughter rang out throughout the guests.

she pointed you towards the drinks cart, telling you to help yourself.

you greeted the others with smiles, your eyes catching Chris’ as you scanned the benches.

you noticed chris rake his eyes down your body and it made you blush. he smiled at you, motioning with his index and middle finger for you to go over to him.

you did, and were greeted with a hug. he was wearing a black long sleeve shirt with some teal coloured velvet pants.

as you pulled back from the hug, you got a whiff of his cologne, and oh my god he smelt amazing. he looked amazing too. really handsome and warm at the same time.

“hi.” you smiled up at him.

“hey” he replied. “you look gorgeous.”

your smile grew even wider. “thank you, so do you.”

he chuckled, placing the palm of his hand on your lower back as he motioned for you to sit next to him.

you perched yourself next to him on the bench, striking up conversation with chris and the people around you.

“would you like a drink?” chris asked you, taking a swig of his cup.

“sure. what are you drinking?”

“vodka cranberry.”

“um...i’ll have the same.”

chris laughed, getting up from his seat to grab you a drink.

as he did so, one of your girl friends came over.

“hey y/n! you look so pretty!”

“aw, thanks.” you replied, blushing. “so do you.”

she brushed it off, scooching closer to you.

“so...are you finally gonna get it on with sexy mr. chris evans tonight?”

you laughed, motioning for her to keep her voice down.

“come on y/n, you must know that he fancies you, everyones waiting for one of you to make a move.”

“i don’t know...” you replied. “i guess i want to tell him, but i’m shy.”

“listen, just get some alcohol in you and you’ll be fine! honestly, have you seen how he looks at you? he’s totally in love!”

chris appeared then, holding out your drink.

“what are you guys talking about?” he asked.

“oh! um...nothing. just about next weeks plans.” you replied quickly, as your friend walked off, winking at you.

you shook you head, making room for chris so that he could sit back down.

“thanks for the drink.” you took a sip, immediately liking the taste.

“no problem.” chris sat down, even closer to you than earlier, your thighs touching.

as the night went on, it got colder, and everyone got drunker.

you felt dizzy as you slouched against chris, pulling the blanket that your friend had given you over your legs. you looked at the stars as they spun, making you laugh.

you and chris were both very drunk, which meant that you couldn’t keep your hands off of eachother.

he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him every few minutes, if that was even possible.

your legs were draped over chris’ thighs, his hand rubbing circles on your thigh under the blanket, squeezing every now and then at the skin to make sure you were still there. everything felt fuzzy and numb.

you slouched into him further, your head basically in his armpit, relishing in the feeling of his hand on your thigh.

he was chatting to someone on his left, turning his head every few minutes to kiss your forehead.

after a while everyone decided to go inside and get warm.

chris pulled you off of him much to your dismay as he stood up. he pulled you up with him, his hand entwined with yours.

he bent his head a little, making eye contact.

“you okay?” he asked you, sliding your hair behind your ear.

“yeah i’m good, just cold.” you couldn’t help but laugh a little, his face blurry in front of you but you could still make out his piercing blue eyes. “and also very drunk.”

chris laughed, kissing your forehead quickly, his hand holding the side of your head.

you hummed quietly at the feeling of his lips pressing softly on your skin for the tenth time today, your eyes closing.

“what?” he smiled at you.

“nothing.” you mumbled. “that just feels nice, do it again.” you ordered.

“yes ma’am.” chris laughed, pressing his lips to your forehead once more, his lips lingering on your skin for a few seconds.

you and chris managed to find a seat on the sofa, squeezing in beside everyone else. most of your colleagues were dancing in the middle of the room, music blasting through the house. you peered around the room, noticing how everyone was far from sober.

you didn’t feel like dancing, you much prefered being hunched up to chris, and by the sudden movement of his hand resting on your knee, he felt the same way. his hand was warm, and you slowly started to gain some feeling back into your legs.

his fingers rubbed small circles on your kneecap, as you slurred your way through a conversation with a friend.

eventually one of your friends came over, pulling you up to dance. you turned to chris quickly.

“i’ll come find you later.” you said.

“alright love, i’ll be here.”

after dancing for about half an hour, you started to feel sick. maybe the ten vodka cranberries you drank had been a bad idea. you turned to your friend.

“hey, my stomach hurts, i’m gonna sit down for a while.”

she didn’t hear you, too busy dancing.

your stomach churned, signalling that if you didn’t get to the bathroom in the next five minutes, you were going to puke all over the lounge floor.

you spotted chris over in the kitchen, leaning against the sink.

“chris!” you stumbled over to him.

“y/n! hey, what’s wrong? are you all right?”

“no i think i’m gonna be sick. can you take me to the bathroom?”

“of course follow me.”

he grabbed your hand in his, dragging you up the stairs.

he pulled you into the bathroom just in time. you took one step towards the toilet and puked into it. all your drinks from the last few hours getting out of your system.

“oh, y/n...it’s okay just breathe through your nose.” he kneeled beside you.

chris held your hair back as you continuously spewed into the toilet, rubbing circles into your back to calm you down.

you shut your eyes, trying not to focus on what was happening.

after a few minutes, you sat back against chris, panting heavily.

he continued to rub your back slowly, wiping a cold flannel over your face.

you were horrified.

“chris i’m so sorry.” you mumbled, feeling embarrassed.

he just laughed, not seeming bothered at all.

you stood up with his help, laughing a little at the whole situation that had just taken place.

you washed your face with cold water from the tap, brushing your teeth and tongue thoroughly with an unopened toothbrush you had found in a cupboard.

chris stayed with you the whole time, his hand in yours, making sure you didn’t have the urge to throw up again.

you were still drunk, just less so. you kept giggling everytime you looked at chris through the mirror.

“what’s so funny?” he asked, joining in with the laughter.

“i don’t know...”

you made your way downstairs, feeling better.

you were about to make your way into the kitchen to make a drink when chris grabbed your wrist.

“y/n i don’t think it’s a good idea for you to keep drinking, you just threw up all your insides back there.” he laughed but you could tell from his tone that he was being serious.

you pouted and he pulled you closer to him, kissing you on the forehead.

“fine. maybe i should go home then. it is getting kinda late.”

“i’ll take you.” he said without hesitation, pulling you again towards the door. you thought that by throwing up next to him he would be a little distant, but if anything he was even more attentive and caring.

you both waved to everyone quickly. they hardly noticed, their minds clouded with alcohol.

chris had pretty much sobered up completely by now so he offered to drive you home.

you weren’t really listening. all the alcohol and vomiting had made you really sleepy. you leaned into chris as he guided you down the driveway. the cool air making you shiver.

chris rubbed at your shoulders as he slipped off his jacket to give to you.

“thanks chris” you mumbled with your eyes half-closed. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

he chuckled, helping you into the passenger seat of his car.

he leaned over you to plug your seatbelt in, and you took this opportunity to lean forward, smelling the top of his head.

“y/n, what are you doing?”

“i’m smelling your hair. it smells nice.”

chris laughed. “what does it smell like then.”

“it smells like chris.” you smiled up at him, poking at his cheek. your own face felt incredibly numb.

“and what does chris smell like?” he asked.

“like fresh bed sheets and warmth.”

chris laughed and kissed you on the forehead again. he seemed to be doing that alot tonight. but you definetly weren’t complaining.

you both drove home in silence. the windows down a little to let fresh air in.

chris hummed as he drove, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding your hand, squeezing it every now and then to make sure you were alright.

you loved when he was attentive like this.

and in that moment, driving along the road feeling dizzy, you decided that you really did see chris as more than a friend.

he was everything you’d ever hoped for in a guy, and more.

once you had parked outside your flat, chris helped you out of the car and up the steps, his arm around your waist the whole time.

you fumbled with your keys, finally getting the door open.

“let’s get you to bed ey? i’ll make sure there’s water and an aspirin for when you wake up. you’re definetly going to need it.”

“oi! i’m not that drunk!”

“whatever you say.” he rolled his eyes, helping you to your bedroom. he disappeared to grab the water and aspirin whilst you got undressed.

you held onto the bed as you got undressed, nearly loosing your balance as you pulled your dress down your legs.

“y/n what was that guys name that I was-“ chris stopped in his tracks, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

you were standing beside the bed in a small bralette and high-waisted panties.

“what are you doing?” he asked quietly, his face red.

“these are my pyjamas!” you sat down on the bed.

“sure they are...” chris moved towards you.

“creep.” you smirked at him as he laughed.

he came and sat next to you on the edge of the bed, handing you the water.

“thanks.” you mumbled, gulping it down in seconds.

chris took the glass from you when you were done, placing it on your bedside cabinet. he turned to face you, his hand resting on your cheek.

“thanks for looking after me tonight chris, honestly i shouldn’t have drank that many vodka cranberries. i’m sorry.”

he laughed, “stop apologising.” he said. “i’d do anything for my favourite girl.”

you looked up at him, his eyes boring into yours.

the room went silent and you weren’t sure what made you do it, but you leaned over and kissed him.

his lips captured yours, chris groaning a little from the contact.

his lips were incredibly warm, pushing back onto yours as he deepened the kiss.

your hands went up to his hair, whilst his went to your waist. you opened your mouth a little, wanting to feel chris’ tongue against yours.

he noticed, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

after a few minutes, you pulled back, catching your breath.

you waited for chris to say something. his lips swollen and his pupils dilated.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted that to happen.”

you giggled, moving to kiss him again.

you kissed for a while longer, your hands moving to take off his shirt. he stopped you.

you pouted as he pulled back.

“what?” you asked him.

“listen y/n, as much as i want to, i can’t have sex with you tonight...you’re drunk.”

you were shocked.

“come on chris...please? i want to i promise.”

he laughed, removing your hands from his lap.

“i know you do love, and so do i...more than anything. but i can’t take advantage of you like this when you’re drunk. if you still want to do it tomorrow..that’s fine.”

you frowned at him as he smiled.

he kissed you once more, making you laugh. you could never stay mad at him.

“fine.” you hugged his torso. “i hate the fact that you’re so nice.”

he laughed loudly, kissing you lovingly on the forehead.

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mello-jello · 3 years

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Okay… Okay, it’s okay. It’s just Levi, there’s no need to be afraid.

Hange’s parents were out for the night and they had given her permission to have Levi over for the first time, unsupervised. They would be completely alone. Hange wanted to finally tell him. She wanted to tell him that she’d slowly come to realize she saw him as more than a friend. More than a best friend.

But she had to admit to herself that she was nervous as hell.

The school year had come to an end and next year would be their last in highschool. So much was going to change. They would each be deciding their futures: where to go to college and what for. There was a nervous thought in the back of Hange’s mind, that grew more incessant as time went on. “What if we never see each other again?”

No, stop it!

She internally squashed the intrusive thoughts in her mind.

We’ve gone over this! Levi has been there since before I can remember.

She had looked at it from every angle, analysed every little detail. There’s no way Levi didn’t love her back. The evidence was plain as day. Hange was allowed to break Levi’s rules. She was allowed to touch him, she was allowed to share his food, she was allowed to push his buttons farther than anyone else. And on top of all that, Levi still chooses to hang out with her. If he was just being polite when she was around, he wouldn’t actively seek her out in the cafeteria. He wouldn’t have asked to be lab partners, and he wouldn’t have accepted her invitation for tonight.

He also wouldn’t have kissed her the other day.

Right, that’s right. We’ve already come to that conclusion, no need to second guess ourselves now.

Who’s “we”?

Never mind that now, we’re on a mission.

“We” again, huh?

Oh I get it, this boy is literally driving me crazy!

Us.

Stop it!

Hange checked herself in the mirror for the hundredth time that evening. She never cared before, but somehow she did tonight. She wanted everything to be perfect and go exactly according to plan. Levi would come in, they’d chat a bit, sit on the couch and maybe watch Netflix. Hange would make sure to brush up against Levi’s arm. Then, Hange would turn to him, sweep his hair out of his eyes and look into them as she said it. She was going to say I love you and demand a response.

Oh yes, she thought to herself. She would be cool and confident and this was going to be romantic as shit.

She heard a familiar knock on the door. She took one more deep breath and nodded to her reflection. Okay.

She opened the door to see Levi standing with his backpack casually slung on one shoulder.

“Hey Levi!” She exclaimed a little too excitedly than she would have liked.

“Hey,” he said, nonchalantly crossing the threshold of her apartment.

Hange’s smile was replaced with a scowl. UGH.

Levi kicked his shoes off and neatly placed them on the mat. “Well, shall we?” he gestured to the living room.

“Right! Come on in,” Hange led the way as if Levi hadn’t been to her place hundreds of times. She sat down on the couch, expecting Levi to take the spot beside her. But Levi opted instead to take the chair at the end of the coffee table. Hange’s mind was reeling.

OH MY FUCK-WHY IS HE LIKE THIS?

WHY CAN’T THIS BE EASY?

Levi, you dense fuck, I love you so much

SO TELL HIM

I will!

Levi placed this backpack between his legs and unzipped. He pulled out a small square container and placed it on the table.

“My mom made us brownies,” he stated plainly, opening the lid for Hange to see. They were cut into little heart shapes.

Hange gasped at the aroma: they were fresh. “Mmmm, thank you Kuchel!”

Levi paused for a moment, as if deep in thought. Hange stared back, not knowing what to do.

“I’ll uh… get us some plates,” Levi stood up and made his way to the kitchen. Once he was out of sight, Hange slumped back onto the couch. She was such a bad host.

It’s okay, he just knows where everything is, this is fine. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Hange rubbed her palms on her knees, suddenly aware of how warm she was. She swallowed hard.

Get it together!

I’m trying!

Levi returned with two small plates and two tall glasses of milk. He silently placed them in front of Hange, and much to her delight, he sat on the couch beside her.

Oh thank goodness!

The plan was back on track. Hange did her best to hide her smile. They watched a random show together, and each time Hange leaned forward to grab a snack, she made sure she leaned back ever so slightly closer and closer to Levi. He didn’t seem to mind. The episode was coming to a close and now was the perfect time.

Oh shit, my hand is sticky. No! How am I supposed to sweep his hair back now?

Maybe he won’t notice?

This is Levi, we’re talking about, of course he’ll notice!

Shit, you’re right.

“Hey, Hange-”

“I’ll be right back!”

They spoke at the same time, Hange launching upwards and out of the room. She went to the kitchen to wash her hands. The cool water helped her feel less clammy. She poured herself a glass of ice cold water and chugged the whole thing. Resting her arms on the counter, she took a few more deep breaths to collect herself. She refilled her glass and poured a second one to bring to Levi.

When she returned to the living room, Levi was gone. Her heart sank.

Oh no, we weirded him out!

Calm down, his stuff is still here, he’s just in the bathroom.

Oh yeah!

She sat back down and waited for Levi before resuming the show. She sat in complete silence, just trying to stop sweating.

He returned and to Hange’s absolute horror, he sat on the very end of the couch, much further than before. Great, all that progress during the last episode, wasted. Clearing her throat, she reached for the remote.

“Hange, can we talk?” Levi’s voice sounded small and uncharacteristically nervous.

“Uh, sure absolutely,” she answered, putting the remote back down and turning to face him, giving her undivided attention. The look on his face twisted her guts. He looked pensive, apprehensive, and like he was about to tell her he didn’t feel the same way.

“Listen, I was talking to my mom about love, and we got talking about different types of love; familial, romantic, platonic, etc and while there are different types, there is certainly a spectrum…”

Hange starred, unblinking and completely bewildered. Levi had never said this many words in one breath before. He was looking everywhere but at Hange. She stopped listening to his words and just started sinking in her own thoughts of doubt.

This was so stupid.

She braced herself for rejection. Levi was rambling on way too long. She guessed he didn’t want to lose their friendship either, but there would be no going back after this.

“... and so after that, I realized...” he looked directly at her now, pulling her back from her reverie. He took one shuddering breath. “... I love you, Hange. I always have.”

Oh. OH!

Her jaw fell open as she processed his words. She was caught up between the disappointment of not getting to say it first, and the relief of knowing he felt the same. What does she do now? Kiss him? Make a joke? She should definitely do something, right? He was getting worried because Hange hasn’t moved.

Tell him you love him back, you idiot!

She blinked and remembered how to breathe. “I love you too!” She blurted out.

Levi’s face washed over with relief and he let out a nervous laugh-something Hange hadn’t seen on him before. She also laughed as the tension in the room dissipated.

Levi’s face turned a bright pink and he looked up to the ceiling. “Why was this so hard?” He asked nobody in particular.

Hange crawled across the couch, closing the gap between them. She sheepishly admitted, “I’ve been freaking out all day!”

“Same here!” Levi reached out, and cupped Hange’s face in his hands. He stroked her cheek with his thumb as he searched her eyes. “Although, I have no idea why,” he murmured before pressing his lips on hers.

It was the best kiss of Hange’s life. All the stress, anxiety, and doubt melted away with it. She loved him, and he loved her, and that was all that mattered at the moment. His lips on hers, pressing deeper and more passionately than she’d ever experienced before, awoke a strange feeling from within. It was warm and welcoming and she never wanted it to go away.

Alas, they were both humans that needed oxygen, and so they broke off their kiss for a moment to breathe.

“I love you, Levi,” she repeated, a little more confidently this time.

“I love you, too,” he whispered, before kissing her again.

#levihan #levihan fanfiction #levihan modern au #i lobe you too bro #i was so tempted to actually put lobe in there somewhere #hope you like it moon

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happysoldlady · 3 years

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Game Night - Ezekiel Reyes

a/n: sorry that I went MIA again. y’all know how it is. here’s this. I cried.

taglist: @woahitslucyylu @thoughtsmeander2tumblingblindly @peaches007 @cocotheclown

You and EZ had been together for a little over a year, him being patched for a few months now. Most of the time the two of you were too exhausted to do much of anything but eat dinner and sleep. But once a month, at least, the two of you hosted game night for the club at your house. It wasn’t anything crazy, as all the members brought their wives and Coco usually brought Letty. It was something for all of you to do as a group that didn’t involve killing anyone, so everyone was on board.

You had taken off work early today, and then wasn’t scheduled for tomorrow and you thought that tonight would be a great night for the infamous game night. You had been cooking literally all day, as feeding the whole crew was a job in itself. EZ had made sure that everyone knew to be there around 7:30, so they could all eat with plenty of time to play whatever game they decided on. It was nearing on 6:30 now, and you had a little mix of everything. The large spread calling your name as the smells made for a delicious enticement.

You were keeping an eye on the rolls in the oven when you heard EZ’s bike pull up. You immediately smiled and peeked out the kitchen window to see him backing the bike up toward your garage so that all the other members could park with ease.

You cracked the oven open to see your rolls a crispy brown. You grin, grabbing an oven-mitt and pulling them out. You’re arranging them into a oblong bowl when EZ walks through the door, throwing his keys onto the small table beside it. He strolls into the kitchen and you swear you almost hear him moan at the spread of food.

“How long have you been cooking?” EZ asks, walking into the kitchen and leaning against the counter, watching you.

You place the last roll in the bowl, and then grab the cling wrap from underneath the sink to wrap around them hoping to keep them fresh for when the men start rolling in.

“Feels like forever.” You say, leaning to give him a sweet kiss before pulling the cling wrap out of it’s box.

You spend the next hour swatting at his hands, and then forcing him to go shower before everyone got there. You just hear the water turn on when you hear the first few bikes pull up.

You touch up your lipstick and then open the door to step out onto the porch to greet everyone. Angel, of course, is first, him planting a kiss to your cheek as he walks inside. Then, Coco strolls up your porch, with a less than enthused Letty in toll.

“Coco...” You greet with a grin, pulling him into a hug. You feel his jaw twitch as he bites back a smile. He also presses a kiss to your cheek and then strolls inside, stopping under the door frame to wait on Letty. She gives you a tight smile and a nod and you return it with a friendly grin, watching as they disappear inside.

Gilly jogs up the steps and pulls you into hug. “I’m gonna give you a hug while EZ isn’t around to get pissed about it.” You both laugh, and he presses a kiss to your cheek before he also walks inside.

You follow him inside to wait for the other members. Angel, Gilly and Coco always show up early so that they feel like they get first dibs on the food. You swat Angel’s hand away from the fried tortillas and then wink at Letty as she swipes a strawberry from the fruit tray.

“Boy scout in the shower?” Coco asks, leaning against a wall.

You smile and nod. “He should be almost done.”

Angel, Gilly and Coco all exchange a look before they’re rushing down the hallway to the bathroom to pester him.

You laugh and move the bowl of rolls to the end of the spread, and then making sure everything still looks fresh.

“No lemonade this time?” Letty asks. Her eyes are peering at you from the opening in the kitchen and you smile.

“You know, I forgot all about it. Do you wanna make some while we wait for the others?” You ask, walking to a cabinet above the stove and pulling out the lemonade mix.

Letty hesitates for a second and then nods. “Yeah, that’d be cool.”

You wave her over and show her how much mixture to put into the pitcher and then how much water. She nods, and then starts scooping. You smile encouragingly and then ask about her day. Of course she only gives you simple answers but you figure that that’s better than nothing.

“I fucking hate you guys.” You hear EZ grumble and you see the three of them shoving each other as they return back to the living room. You and Coco make eye contact and he looks proud to see Letty doing something productive.

“And I just fill the water up to this line?” Letty asks for clarification, holding the pitcher up to the light to get a better look. You hum and nod, pointing to the line in question. “Seems too easy.” She says, shaking her head, but she sticks the pitcher under the faucet and turns it on anyway.

“I like to stir mine as I fill it up, but that’s up to you.” You say, laying a spoon down on the counter. You decide leave her be, but as your turning to cross into the living room, she picks the spoon up and starts stirring.

EZ’s in a freshly ironed black t-shirt (thanks to you) and a different pair of jeans. His cut is folded over the back of one of the recliners as he ties his boots on.

“Well don’t you look handsome.” You comment, and the boyish grin he gives you makes you smile. He finishes tying his boots and then stands, giving you a short kiss. His hand lingers on your hip and there’s a familiar twinkle in his eye that you can’t wait to explore later.

“I don’t think y’all have time for a quickie.” Angel remarks, and then picks up the clock to look at for emphasis. Gilly and Coco both laugh but EZ just shakes his head.

The five of you sit in the living room and talk for a little while before Letty strolls in carrying two glasses of lemonade. She hands one to you with a proud look on her face.

“It’s not bad.” She says, taking a sip of her own and then looking at you expectantly.

You smile and then take a drink. “This is really good! Better than mine, for sure.”

Letty smiles proudly, lifting her head a little and then takes a seat next to Coco who gives her a soft look.

It isn’t much longer until you hear the motorcycles rolling up outside. You stand and smooth out your dress, and EZ pulls his cut over his shoulders. The two of you open up the front door and greet the older Mayans as the walk in, along with their wives.

Before you know it, everyone’s already eaten and are scattered across your living room with a handful of cards, and a drink. Gilly, Coco, Riz and Angel are all playing a game of poker. Bishop, Tranq, and almost all of the wives are focused on a game of rummy. And you, Letty, EZ and Creeper are playing monopoly. Creeper is losing badly and he’s already so deflated by Letty’s natural gift toward capitalizing that he’s not even putting up a fight anymore.

“Shit, man!” Creeper curses as Letty lands on yet another free parking. You want to be mad for your own game but you can’t help but feel at least a little responsible for the wicked grin on Letty’s face as she scoops all of the monopoly money towards her pile.

EZ’s been particularly touchy for most of the night. Little things. A hand on your back as you offer drinks. A helping hand when someone actually takes you up on your offer. A hand on your thigh while the four of you rotate through your monopoly turns. A kiss to the hairline when he catches you gleaming at a giddy Letty.

After most of the house clears out, and you’re waving goodbye to the slew of bikes rumbling down your street, you make your way inside to see EZ picking up beer bottles and paper plates, his hands balancing way too many. You smile, and rush over to him, praying to god he doesn’t spill any remains on your floors.

“You don’t have to do that, baby.” You say, taking some of the plates from his grasp to lessen the load. He shakes his head, and continues to help straighten up your house.

After most of the trash is picked up and the dirty dishes are at least near the sink, EZ’s focus turns to you. His hands slithering around your waist as your scrubbing one of the pans.

“Leave that for tomorrow.” He mutters, planting wet kisses up your neck. You smile and lean into him.

“If I do it now, then I don’t have to do it tomorrow, though.” You say, and you feel his chest rumble from behind you.

“Fair enough.” He sighs, and then picks up a sponge.

“What are you doing?” You ask, shaking your head. “You don’t have to do that. I got it.”

“If we both do it, it gets done faster.” He says, giving you a sly grin. So there the two of you are, in your kitchen, talking softly over the soapy bubbles as you wash the dishes and he dries them. And he’s right, in less than twenty minutes, the entire kitchen is cleaned up, and the dishes are put away.

You plop down on the couch with an exasperated breath, and EZ sits down next to you.

“Thank you for tonight.” He says, his eyes gleaming with gratitude.

“It was my pleasure.” You say, grinning. “But fuck, if I’m not exhausted.”

He laughs. “It’s because of Angel, isn’t it? Can’t get his own beer for anything in this world.”

“Definitely Angel.” You joke back, before leaning down to take off your wedges. Your ankles were definitely going to be sore tomorrow.

EZ’s quiet for several moments and when you look up, he’s staring at you. A very different look on his face and it makes your stomach drop.

“What?” You ask, your hand immediately swiping against your cheeks to check for anything.

You watch as he swallows, and then opens his mouth, “Marry me.”

You blink, mouth agape, and shake your head. “EZ, wha-”

And before you can ask him anything, he’s getting on a knee in front of you.

“I don’t have a ring because I just looked at you just now and realized that I won’t ever be happy if I don’t have this forever. So, we can pick out a ring tomorrow, but will you marry me?” He says, taking one of your hands into his own.

You’re crying. Of course you’re crying. “Of course! Yes!” You say, squealing as he lifts you off the couch, wrapping your legs around his waist. He buries his head in your neck, his strong arms holding you tightly against him.

“I love you so much, Ezekiel.” You whisper, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips through your tears.

“I love you, Y/N. I can’t wait to be your husband.” He whispers back.

#ezekiel reyes #Mayans MC #mayans fx #mayans drabble #ez x reader #ez reyes #ez reyes imagine #mayans imagine #soa imagines #sons of anarchy

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The Trouble with Tabloids

By Hale13 for @jenniboo311

“Oh look at this, this is a good one: ‘Some suggest that Parker’s powers include the male spider’s ability to hypnotize females.”

“Stop, c’mon,” Peter says back, slightly irritated at her teasing.

“Yes my Spider-Lord,” MJ says, dropping her voice in pitch and, against his will he starts chuckling. It makes him feel lighter and calmer and warm.

“Can we just like sit up here all day? It is so crazy down there.”

MJ hums and flicks over to the next page, still skimming. “I mean we could,” she says, neutral. “But would it really help anything?”

MJ reads the Daily Bugle and Peter is an nervous mess about returning to school after his identity is reveled to the world.

Words: 5313, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Relationships: Peter Parker/Michelle Jones, Peter & May, Peter & Ned

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“Does any part of you feel relieved about all this?” Michelle is curled up on her side, the half priced Christmas twinkle lights she picked up off a dusty shelf when they went thrift shopping a few months ago hung up haphazardly behind her. They make the edges of her hair glow red and throw strange and beautiful shadows across her face. Peter is almost too distracted looking at her to register her question.

“What do you mean?” His voice quiet and questioning. His living room is completely dark – his face lit only by his phone screen where he holds is just above his chest.

MJ’s face scrunches a little and she readjusts her head on the pillow, a few stray fractals of light bouncing off the broken black dahlia necklace and painting rainbows onto the wall and ceiling. “Now that everybody knows you don’t really have to hide or lie to people.”

Peter feels his hackles rise just a little at that comment but he’s too tired and burnt out to really be upset. He feels like he’s been fighting for years even though its only been a few weeks since Beck outed him to the world. His head pulsates with the starts of a headache and he just sighs. “For the record,” despite his desire to sound neutral his voice has a bit of an edge, “I never wanted to lie to you. But how do you tell someone that you’re Spider-Man?”

MJ hums noncommittally, it’s the sound she makes when she disagrees or has strong feelings about something in particular but doesn’t feel like arguing – he’s sure it will come up later and that her opinion will probably be correct. It makes him feel thankful and pissed simultaneously but he takes a deep breath and tries to let it go. Anger seems to be his default emotion these days. Anger and frustration and a dash of hopelessness. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” MJ asks, changing the subject abruptly and Peter settles a little more firmly into the ancient couch that May picked up from one of their neighbors. It groans under him.

“Sure,” he replies with a bit of a crooked smile that he can tell doesn’t reach his eyes – the little image in the bottom of his screen that shows his reflection makes him look pale and washed out and so so tired. No wonder May had been hovering so much recently. “I’ve always wanted to try and balance being a well known vigilante while going to high school.”

MJ chuckles and gives him a fond smile. The school year technically started a few weeks ago but Peter has been on unofficial home arrest while the NYPD and FBI and the freaking UN sorted out what to do with him. The unaltered footage from EDITH along with the character witness statements and testimonials from Happy and the newly returned to Earth Nick Fury (shape-shifting aliens what the fuck?) made it clear quickly that he was innocent but just opened the door for a whole host of other problems.

Like a large portion of conspiracy theorists still saying he killed Beck and that the government was covering it up. Or the fact that his address had gotten leaked and people had camped outside with signs or support or hatred and he and May had needed to move somewhere new. Or how Ned had been accosted by a crazy Fox News journalist on his way home from school one day.

That had made Peter see red and it was only May and Happy taking his web-shooters and phone and nearly restraining him that kept him from leaving to do something he would probably (maybe) regret later.

Jimmy Woo, the FBI agent over his case, had advised him to just lay low while the local and worldwide organizations hashed everything out. Peter was still too young to sign the Sokovia Accords but they couldn’t have him running around and ‘causing untold destruction’ in other countries. And, well, the NYPD still wasn’t his biggest fan when it came to the low-to-the-ground and neighborhood problems he liked to deal with.

As it was, he was now allowed to continue being Spider-Man in New York City but he would need special permission from local governments to act anywhere else. This suited Peter just fine; he would rather not leave home anytime soon after his last ‘vacation’ and Spider-Man was a Queens hero anyway. The clock on his phone ticked over to one in the morning just as his battery bar turned red.

“Hey,” Michelle said, pulling his attention back to her. She gave him a tired smile and pulled her blanket up higher on her shoulder. “We’ll be there with you the whole time.”

“I know,” Peter whispered, fingering the stitching of the t-shirt he had stolen from his girlfriend and was wearing. It still had just a bit of her scent that he could probably only pick up due to his enhanced senses and it made his chest feel a little full. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You will,” MJ said, ending the call and leaving Peter alone. The shadows that stretched across the walls from his dim phone light looked foreboding and he stared at them until his screen went dim. He really should get up and go to bed. He should pack his book bag. He should definitely charge his phone.

Instead, Peter creeps to his room and shimmies into his suit, jumping out his window into the cool night. ———————————————

Peter crawled back through his window just before his alarm goes off at six, tired and sweaty and still freaking out a little but feeling marginally better now that some of his nervous energy was gone. May is sitting at their little kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee in her robe and looking just as exhausted as he feels. He can tell she knows that he’s been out all night but he’s thankful she chooses not to say anything as he makes his walk of shame to their cramped single bathroom to shower.

When he emerges about twenty minutes later with damp hair and layered up in his favorite flannel shirt and a plain white t-shirt May has brewed another pot of coffee and has a stack of toast and jam on the table and his heart clenches. Toast and jam has always been his go-to for mornings where his anxiety is at an all time high and his stomach is twisting and he wraps his arms around May’s shoulders from behind in a fierce hug and tucks his face into her neck like he’s a little kid again. May gives him a kiss on the temple and lets him soak in some comfort from her before she shoos him over to his seat to eat.

They both sit in silence; Peter munching on his toast and drinking black coffee full of sugar to perk him up and May nursing her own cup and staring at the wall. May’s knee bumps against his when she scoots a little closer and he can feel a little bit more of the tension leak out of him – as long as he still has her he’s okay. No matter what happens with school and Spider-Man and the Avengers he has May.

“I’m so proud of you,” May tells him a few minutes later as he’s chewing on his last piece of toast and Peter can feel the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes but he refuses to cry. He sniffs and coughs, choking on emotion and May scoots her chair over more to pull him into a hug and he just lets himself be held for a minute.

“I love you,” he tells her, leaning into the hug for just another second before pulling away. May smiles, her own eyes watery and she fidgets with his hair, smoothing out the wild curls and fixing his collar. He knows she hears everything else he’s trying to say: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t want this.

“I love you too,” she says; It’s okay, its not your fault. “I have the next week off so if you need me for anything – and I mean anything – I want you to call me okay? I’ll come get you.”

Peter nods even though he would never call her to come bail him out and goes to the sink to rinse his cup and brush the crumbs off his plate. “I know May and I will, I promise.” Liar. The knock at the door interrupts them and Peter glances at the clock; its later than he thought. May bites her lip like she’s waffling on saying more but relents and goes to answer it. He can hear her greeting MJ and Ned, can hear the brushing of clothes as she hugs them both and Peter takes just a moment for himself. He closes his eyes and takes a fortifying breath – in through his nose and out through his mouth – and straightens his spine, squares his shoulders.

He can do this.

And he’s does. He’s fine as he slinks out of his building (the first time leaving as Peter Parker since his arrest and meeting with multiple government organizations and moving) and down the steps to slide into Happy’s car with Ned and MJ on either side of him. Ned is wearing the ridiculous letterman jacket from Acadec that he spent way too much money on and MJ is wearing a dark blazer he’s never seen before but instantly loves. He would probably love everything she wore to be honest.

“Hey kid,” Happy says. He looks completely unruffled in his usual dark suit and tie but Peter can hear his heart beating faster than usual as he double and triple checks his mirrors before pulling away from the curb. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Peter says but his voice is all wrong and he clears his throat to try to get rid of the lump that’s formed there unsuccessfully. Michelle slips her hand in his and squeezes tightly and Ned presses their sides together in a quick moment of support on his other side.

Ned’s phone buzzes against Peter’s leg and he fishes it out, unlocking it and reading through the message before typing a short reply. “Flash is meeting us out front,” he says. And that, probably, had been the biggest surprise from this whole identity reveal mess but it probably shouldn’t have been. When they had come back from the blip, fifteen kids out of their class of forty-three, they had come to an understanding.

The apology and forgiveness had gone unsaid between them but, suddenly, Flash wasn’t as terrible to be around. There was still some ribbing and snarky commentary but nothing to the intensity of before. No more ‘Penis Parker’ no tripping him in the halls or pushing him into lockers like before.

If the Blip had done one thing it was reset everyone’s preconceived notions and priorities.

After Beck had released his heavily doctored video, Flash had practically beat down Ned’s door and asked how he could help. With his large Twitter, Instagram and TikTok following, he had been able to help get the word out about local protests and had been the person behind #NY❤️sSpidey and #PeterParkerisInnocent trending on twitter for multiple days.

Peter had uninstalled all social media from his phone weeks ago to protect his sanity and had basically only been texting May, MJ, Ned and Happy but he really appreciated the sentiment and had dropped in on Flash when he was in the park the other day as Spider-Man to say a quick ‘thank you’ as he patrolled. Flash had looked stunned and excited in equal measure but had offered a scoff and a fist bump that Peter gladly returned before swinging off.

“Well shit,” Happy muttered as he turned into Midtown drawing Peter out of his thoughts.

The school was a madhouse – news trucks were lining the perimeter, their cameras and newscasters being careful to not step onto school property and under close watch from the scattering of NYPD and SRO on the scene. That was fine, they had expected that.

What Peter had not expected, what no one had prepared for, was the literal mob of protestors with signs and banners and t-shirts screaming and chanting behind a series of guardrails that fringed the path up to the school. His classmates were walking up the path mostly unmolested and filming and taking pictures, some of them lingering around the front entrance or on the steps or surrounding lawn as they watched in fascination. A couple were enthusiastically talking to a cluster of cameras and reporters near the subway entrance.

“How did they know I was coming back to school today?” Peter asks, mouth and throat dry and making his voice croak.

“Someone must have slipped it,” MJ says, not sounding surprised. There had been a school wide assembly the Friday before where Principal Morita had announced Peter’s imminent return and had put some ground rules in place – don’t treat him like a zoo animal, no crowding the halls, no harassment – but Peter didn’t really expect anyone to listen. He’d had his own meeting with May and Morita via Zoom a couple weeks before to hammer out the details of his continued education at Midtown and his tardy and absence policy. The man has assured him that he would do everything he could to keep Peter’s school experience as normal as possible which had bolstered May’s confidence but Peter had known it was more of an empty promise than anything else.

“It’s fine Pete,” Ned said. “They can’t do anything to us.”

Happy met his eyes in the rear view mirror and raised a questioning brow and Peter gave a shake of his head. He wasn’t going to back out now, besides, the car had been spotted and multiple cameras were pointed in his direction and the mob was screaming and waving their signs even more aggressively now.

Happy pulled to a slow stop in front of the path and put the car in park. “I can have them removed if you want,” he offered. “Or find a back entrance? You don’t have to deal with them Pete.”

Peter looked at the crowd again and gnawed at his already ragged lip. “It’s okay. It’ll just make it worse if I try to avoid them.”

Happy muttered something about self-flagellation under his breath with a fond eye roll but didn’t fight him. “Just don’t say anything,” he advises. “Don’t look at them and don’t say anything. Just keep walking until you’re in the school okay? I’ll be here right at four-thirty to pick you up after decathlon.”

“Thanks Happy,” Peter says, trading seats with Michelle so that he’ll be the first to emerge from the car and tightening his backpack straps. He wishes he had his red and black suit with him instead of the Iron Spider in its housing units on his wrists – the weight, minuscule as it is, is always comforting on his back. He wishes he was wearing his mask. He wishes he could just be plain Peter Parker again. He takes a deep, fortifying breath and opens the door.

The angry roar of the crowd when they see him nearly deafens him and he fights the urge to cover his ears and protect his sensitive hearing. Flash materializes out of nowhere to stand staunchly at his side as MJ slips out of the car, clearly nervous but ignoring the mass of people and grabbing his hand. “Nice hair Eugene,” she teases as Ned joins them and closes the door. Flash rolls his eyes at her and pushes his shockingly blonde fringe out of his eyes.

“You wish you could pull this off,” he offers in response and her smile becomes more genuine at the ribbing.

“Maybe red,” she muses, adjusting her own bag on her shoulder before she starts to walk up the sidewalk.

The path is only wide enough for them to walk two by two and MJ pulls him closer and holds his hand tighter as they face the school. Peter tries to ignore the signs and screams as he walks resolutely toward the door but he can’t completely block them out, especially after seeing a blown up copy of his year book photo with devil horns calling him a murderer. The woman holding it, wearing a t-shirt with a similar message and a button with Mysterio’s helmet on it, spews even more vitriol when she sees him look her direction. Her face is red and angry and Peter redirects his attention back to the school.

His classmates crowd the stairs and most of them have their phones out to livestream him coming to school. He feels like a bug pinned under glass and he can feel his breath speed up in his chest but he tries not to show it. Ben had always told him that he was an open book and that anyone could read his every thought on his face. It had been funny back then but now Peter just wishes that it was anything but true.

It, unfortunately, doesn’t get any better inside. The halls are lined with curious teenagers and teachers alike who all watch him walk down the hall and film him and get way too close for comfort. Morita had told him that he can’t, technically, enforce the no phone rule before school officially starts for the day and after it ends so Peter will have to deal with it.

His locker is also, unfortunately, down a completely different hall than Ned, MJ and Flash’s so they have to separate if they plan on being on time for home room. He’ll meet Ned there but he won’t see the other two until second period and he has first period, APUSH, completely alone. It’s almost enough to send him over the edge.

“I can walk with you,” Ned offers, adjusting his bag but Peter just shakes his head. He can do this. He has to do this.

The heckling gets worse once the others leave and his classmates get bolder – pushing into his space and taking selfies with him and asking invasive questions. He’s never been popular and he’s always been ignored and its just getting to be too much but at least he understands why some celebrities go off the deep end and straight up punch paparazzi now.

He makes quick work of getting his locker open and stowing his extra notebooks and gym bag before hassling in the direction of his home room. Ned meets up with him halfway there, a little out of breath from clearly rushing to meet him and pushing through the crowd, and the groupies back off a little once he’s around and forming a barrier between them and Peter. Ms. Warren glances at them from her desk when they enter and her eyes linger on Peter a little longer than normal but she otherwise ignores them and Peter feels honestly faint in relief.

“Dude,” Ned tells him as he slips into the seat to Peter’s right at the scratched up black lab table. Peter groans and drops his head onto his crossed arms, not really knowing how to respond. “At least you have Dell for APUSH – he won’t put up with any shit in his class.”

“Yeah,” Peter responds. “Lucky.”

Ned winces and goes to say something else but the bell rings and the school morning newscast starts playing on the TV. Ms. Warren turns it up just as Betty Brant says “This morning our very own Midtown Avenger joined us back in classes. In case you missed it, Jason and I were live on the scene for his-,”

Peter crammed his headphones in and turned on the white noise to drown out the sound of the newscast and pointedly ignored Ned’s sympathetic looks and Ms. Warren who looked at his headphones in blatant disapproval but didn’t ask him to take them out. Thank God.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he peeked at the message coming through – a single eye rolling emoji from MJ followed by Must be a slow news day. He smiled despite himself and tucked the phone back away just as the bell rang.

His first class alone was a nightmare – Mr. Dell had assigned them all seats and had put Peter front and center in what was, probably, an effort to keep his classmates for hassling him too much and keep everyone’s attention on what he was teaching and not on Peter. It didn’t really work since people kept taking sneaky Snapchat pictures and videos of him under their desks when Mr. Dell’s back was turned. Peter set his jaw and tried to ignore it but he knew he would have to borrow Ned’s notes if he even hoped at passing the class.

His AP English class was a little better since he had both Ned and MJ with him but Mr. Harrington who was, arguably, his favorite teacher and one that had, apparently, really gone to bat for him against the PTO and school board so that he could keep his scholarship and go to school, was a little oblivious. His classmates were even more bold and blatant and he was clenching his jaw so much he thought his teeth might break.

“Come with me,” MJ said, pulling him out of his desk right as the bell rang and rushing out the door.

“Where are we going?” Peter asked, stumbling after her as she pulled him toward one of the stock rooms, pushing him in and closing and locking the door behind them.

“To the roof,” she answered, standing on an overturned bucket to open up the small window. Peter blinked in surprise.

“But you have art this hour.”

“And you have a free period,” MJ said like it was obvious, hopping off the bucket and herding him to the window. “Ms. Goode loves me anyway so she won’t care if I miss a class. Hurry up and get sticky.”

Peter let out a bark of a laugh and climbed up the wall, pulling Michelle through the window after him and carefully avoiding the classrooms and front of the building until they reached the roof. The sun was bright and warm on his skin and he laid on his back just reveling in the silence. “This is nice,” he said, catching the book MJ dropped before it hit his stomach without opening his eyes and positioning it behind his head as a pillow. She settled in next to him, rustling with some paper and he cracked open one eye to glance at her. “What is that?”

“The Daily Bugle,” she answered, flicking through a couple pages and skimming the words, ignoring as Peter choked on his own saliva and fell into a coughing fit.

“You’re actually reading that garbage? You know what they’re saying about me right? Jameson keeps calling me a ‘Spider-Menace like that even makes sense-.”

“It’s actually pretty hilarious,” she said interrupting his tirade and stopping her flicking to read through a page. “Oh look at this, this is a good one: ‘Some suggest that Parker’s powers include the male spider’s ability to hypnotize females.”

“Stop, c’mon,” Peter says back, slightly irritated at her teasing.

“Yes my Spider-Lord,” MJ says, dropping her voice in pitch and, against his will he starts chuckling. It makes him feel lighter and calmer and warm.

“Can we just like sit up here all day? It is so crazy down there.”

MJ hums and flicks over to the next page, still skimming. “I mean we could,” she says, neutral. “But would it really help anything?”

Peter sighs and flops over on his stomach to beat his head gently into the book. “Probably not.” His stomach growls and he sighs – at least lunch is next. MJ’s hand skims down his neck to sit in the small of his back.

“I can think of something that could take your mind off it,” she says lightly and Peter feels his cheeks heat just a little but rolls his head over to smirk at her.

“Do tell.”

She gives him a little smile of her own before poking him until he moves enough for her to perch on his lap. He curls block out the sun and she’s at just the perfect height for him to lean forward and pull her into kiss.

They slip back into the window of the stock room just before the bell rings to end third period with their lips swollen and their hair a little more messy than it was before but with bright smiles and less tense muscles. Peter keeps his ear to the door and waits for the hallway to clear before they slip out and make their way to the lunch room.

Both of them had brought lunch so it was easier to creep in unnoticed through the side door and join Ned and Flash in the back corner of the cafeteria. It didn’t take too long before their classmates started murmuring and pointing and, despite the numerous warnings from various administrators and the fact that five of the sophomore level teachers were seated at their own table near the front of the room, many of the students took notice of their sudden appearance and were attempting to take surreptitious pictures and videos of them on phones hidden under tables and halfway in hoodie pockets. Peter felt his ears turn red as he ducked his head closer to the table and nearly into his sandwich. MJ glared at the table closest to them and the few girls seated there at least had the decency to look ashamed though they didn’t tuck their phones away.

“So this is fun,” Flash muttered as he picked at the flavorless and congealed school spaghetti on his tray. His normal table of friends and groupies were seated a few tables away and looking at him with jealously. Awkward silence followed his deadpan grumbling and Peter shifted uncomfortably.

Michelle rolled her eyes and snorted indelicately before glancing at Peter with clear mischief in her eyes and slapping her copy of the Daily Bugle on the table before flipping it open to a page she had earmarked. Peter groaned and dropped his head to thunk on the table dramatically as MJ said “ Did you know that Peter can hypnotize females with his spider powers?”

Ned snorted so abruptly some of the water he was drinking dribbled out his nose causing him to cough and gag and Flash to thump him on the back. “Oh my God,” Ned said reverently, touching the gossip rag and cradling it like it was special as his eyes darted across the page. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen. I need to get this framed!”

Peter whined and thumped his head on the table a few more times. “Yo Parker, this says you lay eggs,” Flash pointed out, skimming the edge of the page where a bullet pointed lists of ‘Fun Facts!’ were.

“I don’t lay eggs!” Peter groaned out in dismay, giving MJ his best betrayed look. She ignored his misery as she gleefully looked at the paper upside down to read the other inaccurate facts listed about him. “This is abuse,” he muttered, trying to pull the paper away from Ned but failing as his friend dodged and Flash batted his hands away.

“Does your ability to hypnotize only work on females? What exactly is the process?” Ned teased, voice shaking in mirth. “Wait! Wait what do you make them call you? Master of the Spiders? Arachnid King?”

“Spider Lord,” MJ provided with a shit-eating grin that had Flash and Ned sputtering with laughter and drawing even more attention their way.

“Oh come on,” Peter begged. “Don’t let anyone hear you or they’ll believe it!”

“Of course Spider Lord,” Flash intoned with barely concealed glee causing Ned and MJ to cackle more.

“You’re all the worst,” Peter told them without heat. To be honest this was the best he had felt all day – he hardly noticed the extra stares and muttering anymore. The bell announcing the end of their lunch rang and he hurried to cram the rest of his sandwich in his mouth as quickly as possible; they all had to hurry since they had gym and had to change before the tardy bell rang in ten minutes.

The heckling continued up until they split off to enter different locker rooms and Peter abruptly clenched his jaw as he realized the majority of his class was not only early to class to change but also waiting in the locker room and looking busy while they waited for him. Ned shot him a wince as he ducked into one of the stalls to change. Peter could feel the eyes following him as he did the same.

“Come on Parker,” he told himself as he took a few moments to center himself. “It’s just gym. You’ve done it a hundred times. This time’s no different.” He took as much time as possible to change, only sneaking out just before the bell rang and the majority of the room emptied.

MJ had saved them seats a bit away from the rest of the class and Peter squeezed between her and Ned, taking her hand and giving it a soft squeeze. Coach Wilson, looking particularly bored, was lugging a couple bags of foam balls from the locked equipment closet and Peter felt his stomach turn with dread. He detested dodgeball.

“You know the drill,” Coach Wilson drowned from the middle of the court. “Split in half, game starts on my whistle. Not you Parker,” he called over the din of talking and scuffing tennis shoes. “New PTA rules – you can watch and do individual work but no more team or contact sports.”

Peter felt his face flush again as he lowered himself back into his seat as the class broke out into louder conversations around him. Ned clapped him on the shoulder and said “Don’t worry about it man,” and Peter opened his mouth with the intent to thank or reassure his friend that he was okay but Ned, taking advantage and wearing a smirk, loudly went directly for the kill. “Besides, its unbecoming of a Spider Lord to comport himself like one of us mere plebes.”

Flash promptly tripped down the stairs and barely caught himself from falling on his face and breaking his nose on the floor, MJ had to sit back down to get herself under control as the rest of their class just stared at them with confused looks on their faces.

“I can’t believe you’ve done this,” Peter told Ned seriously causing his friends to break out into laughter again. If you can’t beat ‘em right?

“You’ve been an awfully good sport about this,” MJ told him later, leaning against a neighboring locker as he packed his bag and grabbed his decathlon binder. He shot her a questioning glance as he zipped up his bag. “The Spider Lord thing. It doesn’t actually bother you right? Because Ned already changed your name in the group chat and I’d hate to hurt his feelings by changing it again.”

“No its fine,” Peter reassured her. “It’s a little funny.” He slammed his locker shut and took her hand, “We’re going to be late Captain,” he told her, walking in the direction of the library. And maybe it didn’t bother him but it didn’t stop the wheels from turning. The attention rankled and he just wanted to go back to being Peter Parker again, to be completely anonymous.

He may know a guy who could help with that – it would only take a quick trip to Bleeker Street.

#spiderman #identityrevealbingo2021 #no way home #nwh spoilers #writing prompt #spideychelle #spider lord #that feel when your friends roast you #but in a good way

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thorniest-rose · 4 years

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Have you got any headcanons on the Frank x went fic you had also I love your writing 💚

Hi love! It’s very sweet you want to know more about this ship! Okay, here are some Frank x Went headcanons for you:

Frank and Went meet at a neighbourhood party hosted by another couple. Frank and Sonia are new to Derry with their newborn son Edward, so they go along to make a good impression and to meet people. Went’s in the middle of telling a hilarious anecdote about a patient who had begged him to replace his teeth with gold ones, melted down from the gold coins he won in Vegas the year before, when he sees Frank across the room, and he stops dead. Because Frank is the most beautiful man he’s ever seen: slender, small and tanned, with light brown hair and a dusting of freckles across his nose. Went expects the man to be married to someone just as beautiful, but to his surprise he’s married to a large, loud woman who hardly ever lets him speak. When Went finds a moment to introduce himself later on, when Sonia has left his side, Frank flushes and says hello in the softest voice, and Went feels himself grow dizzy at the blush that spills over Frank’s freckled cheeks.

The next time they meet it’s at a pool party a few weeks later, and Went feels like he’s been punched in the stomach when Frank arrives in tiny swimming shorts and a cropped shirt he has tied at the waist. Went watches him do laps round the pool like some beautiful mer-creature and sees how the skin at his neck and shoulders has started to pop with freckles from the sun, and gets increasingly drunk to try to distract himself. But it’s no use. Towards the end of the afternoon Went slips indoors and jerks off like a teenager in his neighbour’s bathroom because Frank looks so goddamn edible, and he comes thinking about how Frank’s lips would look stretched around his cock. When he comes back out, he catches Frank looking at him in his own swim shorts, and feels his cock twitch again at the way Frank bites down on his bottom lip.

They first kiss in Went’s basement during a rain storm. The two men had met in town and were making conversation on the street when the rain started. Went’s house is closest so they run back. When they get inside, they’re both drenched so Went offers to wash Frank’s clothes for him and to let him wear something of his own. They’re both standing by the washing machine, with Frank wearing one of Went’s shirts and a pair of his jeans, towel-drying his hair, and they’re both laughing about being caught in the storm and he’s so gorgeous Went can hardly breathe. A second later, Frank’s leaning up on his tip-toes to kiss Went gently on his lips mid-laugh. When he realises what he’s done he freezes and looks horrified, telling Went that he didn’t mean to do that, but before he can run off Went’s pulling him back saying, “Frank, baby, it’s okay,” and it ends with the two men making out hungrily, Went lifting Frank and sitting him down on the washing machine so he can rut between his legs. The two men both come as they’re grinding up against each other, and when Frank hops off the washing machine afterwards his legs tremble like a newborn deer’s. That’s the start of their affair.

There’s a six-year age gap between Went and Frank, so Went jokingly always calls Frank “kiddo”. Went also loves pet names for Frank and when they’re alone often calls him Frankie. He’ll say, “Frankie baby, you know I’m crazy about you,” or, “Frankie, kid, give me a kiss.” Frank pretends to hate it but he doesn’t really. He actually loves it. Because it makes a soft thrill go through him every time Went uses one of his pet names. It makes him feel special. He’s Frank to everyone else, but to Went he’s always Frankie.

Frank has a sweet tooth and loves Polish candy that his parents gave him when he was a child. He has real trouble finding them in America, especially a small town like Derry, so when one of Went’s colleagues goes to Europe on vacation, Went asks him to bring back some Polish candy. When he does, and Went gifts Frank the candy, the look on Frank’s face lights up Went’s heart in a way he hasn’t felt since the day Richie was born.

Went and Frank first make love in a motel about 30 minutes outside of Derry. It’s one of the nicer ones - Went doesn’t want to make love to Frank in a dive. But it still feels a little sordid and wrong when they first meet in the room Went’s paid for. That is, until Went has Frank down on the bed and is peeling him out of his clothes. Then the shame completely melts away. And it’s all worth it for the way Frank looks at him when he takes his shirt off, like he’s some Greek god made flesh, and for the way it feels when Went gets between Frank’s thighs and sinks his cock into his sweet, tight body. It’s the most amazing thing Went’s ever felt and they end up making love four times that night, into the morning, unable to keep their hands off each other for more than half an hour.

Years later, when Eddie’s a teenager he finds a box of old clothes, and he’s delighted to find that Frank’s sweaters and t-shirts fit him. One day he goes round Richie’s house to hang out and he’s wearing one of Frank’s sweaters. He doesn’t know why Went looks so pained when he sees him. Why he hardly makes any conversation and then leaves the room so suddenly. Richie just says his dad is being weird. Turns out that the sweater Eddie’s wearing was a favourite of Frank’s and that sometimes he wore it when they fucked. Seeing Eddie then wearing it, who’s growing up to look so much like Frank, with his delicate prettiness, is too much for Went, who goes upstairs to his office and lets himself cry for a few minutes, looking at a photo of Frank he keeps in his locked desk drawer. A photo that Frank had signed, with "Your boy, Frankie" in a hand-drawn heart.

When Richie’s 17 he goes to Went’s office one day, looking nervous. When Went tells him to come in, Richie stares him in the face and says, “Dad, I’m in love with Eddie. I’m in love with him and I don’t care what you and mom say because I’m going to be with him. No one’s going to keep up apart,” and Went feels his entire world cave in. Because he’d tried to keep Richie away from Eddie, but in that moment he feels history repeating itself, and knows that Richie had been destined to fall in love with Eddie the way he had fallen in love with Frank. Richie mistakes Went’s anguish for rejection and he spits, “Fuck you, old man, how the fuck could you ever understand?” before running from his office and out of the house, and Went knows he should follow him. But all he can do is slump down heavily into his chair, feeling the weight of history push down on him.

That’s all I have for the moment... I hope you enjoy them!

#asks #frank x went #wow sorry i wrote a lot #i'm very invested in these 2 hot dads being in love #minors dni

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liliesoftherain · 4 years

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Oh my gosh, thank you for the Kirishima writing, it was adorable! Can you please do 48 and 34 with Todoroki? If you can... maybe Todoroki and y/n are both Pros... but even though they aren’t too young or anything, y/n is just worried and sad, but it has a happy ending?

Awh I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I hope you enjoy this one as well! (:Prompts: 34: “ I feel like I can’t breathe.” 48: “I’m pregnant.”Title: Unsettling NewsWord Count: 3000+

Shoto Todoroki!:

Becoming a Pro Hero wasn’t as smooth sailing as you used to dream it would be when you were younger. It took you years to make your mark alongside Shoto, and even still you’re trying to prove yourself. Trying to be the best Hero you can be, while making sure you were a good girlfriend as well. You both were in the prime of your careers, making your way up the ladder of the Top 10 list. Making your debuts in the world, and even though Shoto had you beat by four spots, you were proud to be on the list at all, even if you were only number 10 at the moment. It was an age of new heroes, and you were both showing the world the two of you were doing that together.

So imagine your shock when you found out something was going to be hindering your rise to the top.

It was a typical Sunday morning, you having the day off while Shoto was off at work. It was hard to spend time together, but you always managed somehow, the spark between you both never dying. You were tidying up the kitchen when you felt it, a rumble in your stomach slowly traveling upwards. You held your mouth, sprinting to the bathroom before allowing your guts to spill stomach bile, seeing as you haven’t had anything all day yet.

Once the dry heaving was over you wiped your eyes and flushed the toilet. Rinsing your mouth out you then glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your skin was paler than normal, cheeks flushed pink while you breathed deep to stop the shakes your activity gave you. You walked out of your bathroom, throwing yourself on your bed with a groan. It wasn’t the best time to be getting sick at all. You had a really important mission coming up, and an interview right before that with a talk show host. You weren’t really all that into the media and publicity stunts that your agency always tries to rope you into, but it was a crucial part of your life now that you were in the Top 10.

Your phone began to ring, so you rolled over and grabbed it from table on your side of the bed where it had been charging. You hit ‘Accept Call’ and brought the device up to your ear. Laying on your back while your hand stroked your stomach in a way to comfort the uneasiness you felt.

“Hey Ochaco, what’s up?”

“Hey! I need to get out of the house today, and I was wondering if you wanted to grab some coffee?”

You glanced at the clock on your phone, seeing you still had plenty of time before Shoto could even think of getting off.

“Yeah sure why not? I’ll meet you at the usual in 30?”

“Perfect! Can’t wait to see you then.”

“Me too, see you soon.”

“Bye!”

With that you hung up and started getting dressed, thinking to yourself how you could probably stop by the drugstore on your way back to pick up some cold medicine. You were convinced you had caught a stomach bug or something, and were determined not to let it get any worse before you had to go back to work.

You made your way to your favorite coffee shop, feeling more tired than normal on your trip there. But it vanished when you saw Ochaco already sitting at your usual booth. She stood and gave you a hug, being careful not to squeeze the baby she carried like in the wrap around her chest. You cooed at the adorable boy, giving his cheeks a light pinch, watching his big brown eyes stare straight up at you.

“Oh Ocha he looks more like you every time I see him.”

“I’m afraid of that, he’ll have my baby cheeks forever! I swear these are a curse you know, I’m 26 and I still have chipmunk cheeks meant for a 9 year old.”

You laughed at her over exaggeration and sat across from them, thanking her for already ordering your coffee and favorite pastry. It had been quite a while since you two were able to just catch up like this, you both busy with your day to day lives. Now with the baby, Ochaco and her husband decided it’d be best for her to wait a while before returning back to hero duties. Especially with the baby only being 6 months, you didn’t know how she did it. She loved being a hero, and now she’s been out of the game for over a year, and more to go.

“How’s work been? I hear you’re going to be on the Morning Musutafu Show! That must be super exciting!” She said, giving the baby one of those food feeders that held bananas inside.

“I suppose so, you know I don’t like the attention all too much. But I am happy to be getting recognized, I think it’ll go over smoothly!” You took a sip of your coffee, sighing in pleasure as the warmth seeped deep into your bones.

“I don’t think it will, I know it will! We’ll be watching you don’t worry, won’t we cupcake?” She looked down at her son.

You laughed as her only response back was banana flavored drool that came out of his mouth, and Ochaco was quick to wipe it up.

“I take that as a yes, thanks little man.” You reached out your hand and let him grab one of your fingers. Ochaco was staring at your interaction, seeing the softness that bloomed across your features.

“(y/n), when are you and Todoroki going to finally tie the knot and have kids of your own hm?”

You jolted in shock, eyes meeting her brown ones as she smiled innocently. You took your hand back across the table, staring at the boy in her arms once more as he continued his feast.

“Oh I dunno Ochaco, we want to get married sure, but we haven’t found time with how busy we are.”

“I may not be in the Top 10 but I’m still a pro, and I still found time. Is that really all it is?” She asked worriedly.

“Of course! We both said we wanted to do something perfect, but there isn’t a rush. We’re happy the way we are right now you know? We’re both trying to climb to the top, and as long as we’re together, the titles between us don’t matter.” You said with a smile.

“Well then I’m happy for you, but I still need a playmate for this little guy.” She kissed the top of her sons head, smoothing out whatever hair he had.

“Oh well I can’t help you there, I don’t think we’ll have kids. At least, we’ve never talked about that.” You awkwardly rubbed your neck.

“Mm, we thought so too, watch out (y/n), you might get pregnant here soon if you jinx yourself like that.” She teased.

“Oh ha-ha, very funny.”

“I’m serious!”

You laughed it off and made a grab for your pastry, taking a bite into the treat. You were on your second chew when you felt something was off. It wasn’t like earlier when you simply threw up, this time you wanted to gag at the foul taste in your mouth.

You put a hand over your mouth, trying to keep from spitting all over the table and ran into the restroom you were sitting close to. You had no time to reach the toilet as you wretched into the trash can. Your stomach was doing flips as struggled for breath, heaving nothing but bile once again. You felt a hand on your back rubbing soothing circles, and motherly tones of worry.

“Jeez (y/n), are you alright?”

You made your way to the counter of sinks and washed your mouth out for the second time that morning

“Yeah, I think I caught a stomach bug. I’ve been feeling like this all morning, plus I’m so tired.” You groaned, bracing yourself against the sink. Ochaco held her baby away from you, giving you a look.

“Wash your hands then miss, I do not need a sick baby to worry about.”

You did as you were told, leaving the bathroom together and paying the bill, preparing to leave.

“I’m going to stop by the drug store and get some medicine, I guess we can see each other later? Sorry to ruin the visit.” You frowned.

“Oh shush,” She waved you off, walking outside with you, “It’s a lovely day and we aren’t ready to go home yet, we’ll accompany you, if you’ll have us of course, oh I’d love to see Todoroki too if I can! I haven’t seen anyone in so long.”

“Yeah that would be nice, of course you both can come over, even though Shoto won’t be home for a while.” You agreed, walking side-by-side with the brunette to the drug store.

You both entered and you went to the medicine isle, searching for the perfect thing to get. You looked to your side and Ochaco had gone to another part of the store, so you tried to hurry. There was a lot to choose from, but you picked something and made your way over to the counter, purchasing the item. You looked with confusion as Ochaco held a bag as well, but she just shrugged and linked arms together before marching out.

You reached your home and let her in first, watching as she took off her shoes and immediately sat down on the couch, a sigh escaping her lips.

“Don’t push yourself, let me know if it’s too much!” You scolded, following suit and sitting next to her.

“Don’t be a worry wart, this like cupcake is just heavy is all.” She undid her holder and sat him in her lap, checking his diaper before humming.

“Looks like someone needs a change.” You grabbed the baby blanket from her diaper bag and moved out of the way, setting it down where you once sat so she could set him down.

Once she started to change him, her bag from the store caught your eye.

“What did you get while we were there?”

“Can you hold him for a sec?.” She stood up with the baby in her arms, offering him to you.

You took in a little breath and grabbed a hold of him gently, laying his head on your shoulder with a hand on his back and bottom for support. You were patting his back gently while watching your best friend clean up, she looked up at you with a sheepish smile once she held the bag of your interest.

“I got something for you actually, and I know you’ll think I’m crazy but you have to do it.”

“Do what? I’m not going to drink some crazy concoction you make up, I love you but no.” You laughed slightly, looking down at the boy in your arms.

“Your mommy is crazy huh?”

“(y/n).” She called you, face serious.

You just looked at her as she opened the bag, pulling out a box.

“I want you to take this test for me.”

You mouth dropped open as you stared at the pregnancy test she held in her hand.

“Ochaco, there’s no way I’m pregnant- I uh, we’ve always been careful!”

“Accidents happen,” she shrugged, taking her son back from your arms and gave you the test to hold instead, “He was an accident, a lovely one at that, but still. I couldn’t eat most of my favorite foods, I was always tired, and my breasts we’re always sore. Tell me, when’s the last time you had your period?”

“It was-uhm..” You thought back, eyes narrowing in fear as you couldn’t remember.

“I haven’t even realized..” You whispered, staring at the box in your hands.

“Well, goon then. It;s better to bite the bullet and check now. I’m right here for you.” She gave you a comforting look before gesturing towards the bathroom.

You slowly made your way into the hall bathroom, locking the door behind you. Reading all the directions before opening the package. You did what is said, and it was more difficult than it looked trying not to pee on your hands, and then put the cap on top. You set it flat on the counter and waited. It was supposed to take five minutes and the room felt suffocating so you walked out, choosing to wait with Ochaco on the couch. After some time, she nudged you.

“I think it’s ready, are you okay to look?”

“No.” You whispered, afraid of the results.

“Well I can always check? If that’ll make it better.” She offered.

“No,” You sighed, “I should do it, I’ll.. be back.”

Your body felt like lead as you made your way to the waiting test. You fought villains on a daily basis, have lived through many disasters and have braved through every single one. You were a Hero dammit, and this wouldn’t scare you.

You marched up to the test and picked it up, ready to face the results head on.

You were not ready to face the results after all, your hand trembled as you saw two lines. You knew what that meant, of course you did. You wanted to feel happy but you couldn’t help the sob that escaped your lips. In a flash Ochaco was there, a crestfallen look on her face. She threw an arm around you and pulled you in close for a half-hug while you wept.

“I feel like I can’t breathe.” You whispered.

“Oh (y/n), it’ll all be okay..”

“I can’t do it Ocha, I-I can’t be a mother!” You sobbed, dropping the test on the floor.

“Why is that?” She hummed, voice soft.

“I’m not ready.. I don’t think Shoto is ready. What if..” You trailed off.

“What if he’s upset? This will ruin our plans, his plans!” You finished.

“Oh hun he would never be upset with you. This is big news of course, maybe he’ll need time to wrap his head around it, but he would never be angry at you.”

You said nothing, sitting on the edge of the tub a few moments longer before you stopped crying. Ochaco helped you back to the living area and sat you down.

“I can make us some tea.” She said.

You agreed, but the only catch was you had to hold the baby. Ochaco said she could do it but you reassured her you were okay. That’s how you found yourself staring at the baby resting on your lap, emotions running high. All you could think about was immense guilt that you felt, mothers aren’t supposed to feel like this when they find out they’re expecting. Women in movies cry tears of happiness, not tears of sadness.

“Hey,” Ochaco sat down your cup of tea, brushing your shoulder with hers, “It’ll be alright, you both will work it out.”

You didn’t respond, feeling the tears gather in your eyes again. She noticed so she continued.

“I felt the same way when I first found out I was pregnant.”

“What?” You looked her in confusion.

“Yep, I told no one because I was ashamed of myself for feeling like it was the end of the world. But now,” She smiled at her son, ”I couldn’t imagine my life without him.”

The door opened and you froze, hearing your boyfriends voice ringing out.

“Love I’m hom-Oh? Hello Uraraka.”

“Oh Todoroki! It’s good to see you!” She said, standing up and going to greet him, which gave you a moment to compose yourself.

You did so, standing as well to go greet him when your heart stopped again. Ochaco was showing Shoto the baby, and the slight smile on his face made your heart clench even more.

They both turned to look at you, their own smiles wiping off their faces as they saw your reaction.

“Love what’s wrong?” Shoto walked over to you, and you flashed him a strained smile.

“Nothing dear, I’m fine, just a bit tired.” You partially lied.

“Well we should get going.” Ochaco spoke, grabbing her diaper bag and wrapping the baby.

“Are you alright going alone? I can take you.” Shoto offered.

“No no we’re alright, we need the air. Have a good night you two.” She waved.

“Be safe. Let me know when you get home.” You replied.

She walked out the door and you couldn’t look at Shoto. His gaze was burning intensely into the top of your figure.

“(y/n), tell me what’s wrong.”

The dam broke then, tears streaming down your face while leaning on him for support. He held your arms and pulled you closer into his chest, running a hand through your hair. Whispering soothing words into your ear.

“Love please, what’s the matter?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You pushed him away and looked into his eyes.

“What?” He reached out for you.

“I’m pregnant.” You whimpered.

“What?” He repeated, eyes widening as his arm stopped reaching for you.

You bit your lip, eyes scrubbing your eyes, trying to stop the tears but they came down faster than you could wipe them away.

“I’m sorry! This ruins everything,we’ve worked so hard to get where we are now, and we’re still working hard! Everything is going to change..”

“Change isn’t bad.” He pulled you close once again, a hand pushing your chin up so you could meet his gaze.

His eyes were a bit misty, brows furrowed, but he had a smile anyways.

“But this won’t be an easy change Shoto, this is going to be hard and it’s going to slow us down, not only my career but yours too!”

“You’re more important than any title I could have. As long as I can protect you nothing else matters.” He glanced down and put a hand to your stomach.

“You’re not mad?” You questioned.

“Of course not dear, this is something we’ll get through together.” He brushed your lips together, love and passion definitely present in the kiss.

“I guess we’ll be alright.” You finally agreed, a smile blooming across your face.

“Of course we will.“ He said.

"Together?” You asked.

“Together.” He replied.

While it was still scary, you knew everything would work out as long as you had each other. No matter the hardships, no matter all the unknowns, it would all work out in the end. And when the time finally came around, the both of you agreed that your baby girl was the most beautiful blessing, and you’ve never been happier.

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backtobasicbellas · 4 years

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only wanted a taste of your lips

words: 3,167 relationships: Jade West/Tori Vega warning: angsty

(tbh I really don’t know what this is I just had an idea and ran with it and now it’s here and idk how to feel about it but enjoy?)

It starts like this.

It starts at one of the many summer parties the gang attends, the ones all their - now old - classmates throw at the start of summer in celebration of graduation and starting what they believe is adulthood.

It starts with too many vodka shots and not enough water.

It starts with Tori and Jade tumbling into the bathroom, Tori whining about how she can’t go alone and hasn’t seen Cat since they arrived.

It starts with Jade just watching her as she washes her hands, how her cheeks are flushed and how the smile doesn’t quite disappear.

It starts with Jade not moving and Tori just staring, both of them clearly not ready to open the door, both so close in this tiny upstairs bathroom.

It starts with Jade leaning in, but it ends with Tori on the bathroom counter, doing her best to be as quiet as she can as she comes undone.

They don’t say anything after, not when Jade stands up and wipes her mouth or when Tori hops off the sink and pulls her pants up.

Not when Jade opens the door quickly and makes her way downstairs, Tori following closely behind as the music fills them up.

Not when Andre teases them for taking forever in the bathroom and Beck notices the way Jade looks distracted.

They don’t say anything, but neither of them have to.

It’s obvious: something’s changed.

And, yeah, maybe it does become a thing.

The way Jade sees it - at first - is that she’s starting a whole new life in New York this fall anyway. Who cares if she’s fucking the girl she insisted she hated for the better part of four years?

(Okay, maybe fucking is a little too crude. They hang out before or after that part of it, too, Jade supposes. Tori isn’t as awful as Jade has insisted all this time.)

It’s not like they tell anyone; they don’t mention it, but it’s clear - neither of them say anything about it to other people. Tori seems just as content as Jade to not share the information with the world, not tell their friends when they see each other, but they can’t help the occasional glances or the way Jade’s hand brushes against Tori’s when they’re next to each other.

If there’s one person on the planet Jade doesn’t want to find out, it’s Beck. It would be awkward, Jade figures, considering they’re all friends and she and Beck dated for so long and then Beck almost dated Tori and all that.

It goes on for the whole summer that way, when Tori’s family isn’t home or when Jade’s parents are out. It’s easy, Jade discovers, being around Tori like this. Tori doesn’t hold a grudge against her for all the mean things she’s done and Jade isn’t nearly as cruel as she can be. Jade decides she likes being around Tori.

“So you move to New York next week,” Tori says one day.

“Yup,” Jade nods, trying to ignore the rising feeling in her chest. “And you’re starting at UCLA next month.”

She knew they couldn’t avoid this conversation no matter what, but Jade was still hoping there would be no final word.

“Yeah, pretty crazy,” Tori muses.

They’re both silent for a moment and then, “We’re good, right?”

Tori tilts her head, biting her lip in a stupidly adorable way. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Jade shrugs, trying to make this as normal as possible. “I mean, like, it’s not going to be weird...with you and me.”

“Oh,” Tori says after a beat, nodding. “Yeah, totally. I mean, you’re off to New York, but we’re good. It’s not like we’ll just stop talking.”

“Right,” Jade nods.

It’s not exactly the answer Jade wanted - what answer did she want? - but she’ll take it.

Tori smiles just a little. “And, it’s not like you won’t be home for holidays.”

A sliver of hope, despite her thoughts, infiltrates its way into Jade’s system.

“Of course,” she agrees.

So that’s that. Jade moves to New York, Tori starts at UCLA, and when she comes home, well, it’s like she never left.

They still don’t tell anyone.

Not until sophomore year when Jade has found herself increasingly thinking about Tori even when in New York, that Jade spills out the secret over coffee with Beck in between their busy schedules.

“I’m sleeping with Tori.”

Beck coughs up his last sip, eyes wide as he says, “What?”

Jade shrugs, staying a nonchalant as she possibly can. “It’s not - like, we’re not dating. It’s just..I don’t know. We hook up when I’m home.”

Beck is silent for a moment and then, “Oh.”

“Oh?” Jade repeats.

“How long has it been going on?” Beck asks.

He’s not mad, this much Jade knows. It’s curiosity in his tone that puts Jade at ease.

“Uh, the summer after graduation I guess,” Jade shrugs.

Beck nods, taking the information in. Jade tries not to squirm.

“Do you like her?”

Instead of snapping, Jade shrugs, looking at her half empty cup of black coffee.

“I don’t know,” she says. “It’s Tori.”

“Yeah, it’s Tori.”

When Jade looks up, there is a knowing smile on Beck’s face. She rolls her eyes, kicking him under the table and asking him how his last date went.

(They don’t talk about it much after that, at least not when Jade can help it.

It doesn't stop Beck from his teasing when they visit home and Jade is too busy for him.)

For a moment, Jade feels like she’s in high school again.

Here she is, in her favorite hole-in-the-wall diner, sitting at the exact booth she’s always sat in. Across from her, Beck Oliver is chowing down on his fries, burger half-eaten and a chocolate milkshake at his side.

But Beck is not her boyfriend and they aren’t teenagers at Hollywood Arts with big dreams and miniscule problems. Instead, they are now twenty-one and on the verge of real adulthood. But this, this moment in the corner of the tiny diner that’s still somehow running, this is tradition.

Despite breaking up somewhere between prom and graduation, she and Beck still remained good friends. Of course, it was hard for all of their friends to understand, how quickly they transitioned from boyfriend and girlfriend to just friends, considering all the other times they’d broken up. But there was just something about the finality of it all, the way Jade didn’t scream and yell and kick and punch, as if she knew this was the only way it could go, the way Beck didn’t have to argue with her, that made sense to the two of them.

Jade still loves him, always has if she’s honest, but she knows it’s not the kind of love they both are looking for. Beck is her sounding board, he’s there and doesn’t push and just lets Jade be. He’s her best friend, if she’s being honest. The two of them still ended up going to New York after graduation, Jade to film school and Beck for acting. And despite wanting to get as far away as possible from the life she’d known in Los Angeles, there’s always been something comforting about having Beck not too far away.

But here they are now, in the diner they’d frequent over high school, where they’d go on their first date and then just because many times after. This place has been grounded in their relationship.

“I think the food just gets better every time we come back,” Beck tells her as he leans over to slurp out of his milkshake.

Jade only scoffs. “I think we’ve just been away too long.”

He gives her a look, one that she rolls her eyes at, but they both smile in the end. They flew in together last night, finishing finals just around the same time. Their stay is only temporary though, just for a few weeks. Jade landed a summer internship in New York for a film company. Beck’s got an acting gig at a local theater by his apartment. New York suits them both, Jade thinks, though she’s grown fonder of Los Angeles since she’s been away.

“So, have you made plans to see your girlfriend yet?” Beck asks, a teasing edge in his voice as he wipes his mouth with a napkin.

Jade shoots him a glare. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Sure you do,” Beck insists, that stupid smile on his face.

“Tori isn’t my girlfriend,” Jade says pointedly, her jaw setting.

“Right,” Beck nods. “She’s just your friend who you occasionally hook up with when you come home.”

Jade resists the urge to squirm. Beck usually keeps quiet about Jade’s friendship with Tori, but the older they’ve gotten, the harder it is for him to ignore. Jade knows deep down, he’s known it all along, known it longer than Jade herself has for sure.

She’s never really hated Tori, not at all.

But she still won’t admit it out loud.

“We’re fucking adults, Beck,” she snaps. “I can hook up with whoever I want.”

Not that anyone outside of Beck knows, or that Tori knows that Beck knows that this has been going on for years now.

Beck softens them, leaning forward in his seat as he says, “Yeah, but it’s not just casual.”

Jade pointedly looks away, her jaw working. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Jade, you haven’t dated anyone since me,” Beck says softly. “I think we both know why.”

“No.”

“Jade.”

“We’re just friends,” Jade insists. “We don’t even talk that much when I’m at school.”

Beck sighs, deciding to let it go. “If you say so.”

There’s silence for a moment and then, “She’ll be at that dumb thing Sinjin’s throwing tomorrow night. Guess we’ll see her there.”

“Guess so,” Beck echoes, staring at Jade for another beat before he’s finishing off his milkshake.

Jade is two drinks in and she’s still not even really sure what this event is that Sinjin’s hosting - is it a birthday? A random party? Who knows - but it’s nice to have all her friends here, even Robbie and his stupid puppet.

“Where’s Tori?” Robbie asks.

Jade, too, noticed she’s the last one of their group to arrive, though it’s usually not normal of her.

Andre looks up from his phone. “She said she’s five minutes away, she’ll be here soon.”

Jade, for her part, hasn’t talked to Tori since she got back to Los Angeles. Something about seeing Tori again always makes her just a little jumpy, though. She can’t help it if her eyes wander around, looking for the skinny brunette with those dumb cheek bones.

It’s only a few minutes later the girl in question wanders in, and hates that there’s a sense of relief that runs through her at the sight of Tori. Andre follows Jade’s line of sight quickly and begins waving, and Tori’s dumb smile graces her face and she is quickly making her way over.

Jade then notices, behind her, a blonde is following closely behind, and Jade wonders if she’s brought one of her friends from UCLA with her tonight.

“Did Tori tell you she was bringing a friend?” Beck asks, and Jade is unsure if the question is for her or for Andre.

Andre’s the one who answers, “Nope.”

“You guys!” Tori squeals, excited like she always is to see her friends from home.

She is quickly swept up in Andre’s arms, the closest to him out of everyone else here - well, if you don’t count whatever it is she and Jade are - and Jade admires it for a moment, how despite getting older, they all seem to find time to be together.

Tori makes her rounds hugging everyone, and Jade tries not to hold on too long when it’s her turn, tries not to make it obvious she misses Tori more the longer she’s away. Tori still smells like fruity shampoo and vanilla, and something about it settles Jade.

“Hey,” Tori murmurs.

“Hi,” Jade replies in a low voice, still enough to be heard over the stupid music Sinjin’s got playing. “Good to see you.”

Tori pulls away, giving her a quick smile before she’s being pulled into an aggressively tight hug by Cat. Jade chuckles softly, looking on at the exchange fondly.

(For a moment, she forgets about the girl standing behind Tori, looking in awkwardly and waiting for her chance at an introduction.)

Robbie is the one who provides it, in typical Shapiro fashion.

“So Tori,” Robbie starts as soon as Cat releases her. “Who’s your pretty looking lady friend?”

Jade notices the way Tori tenses for a moment, giving Robbie a nervous smile.

Tori looks at all of them, the nerves creeping on to the rest of her features and she reaches back and offers her hand to the blonde, who takes it and steps forward to stand even with Tori. Jade doesn’t miss the way the blonde gives Tori’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I want you guys to meet my girlfriend, Grace.”

There is a moment where out of the five of them, four are taken aback for a moment.

Robbie isn’t quite sure he heard right.

Andre can’t say he’s completely surprised, but he is still somewhat shocked.

Beck is worried about Jade.

Jade just stares at Tori, trying to process the information.

Cat, bless her heart, doesn’t let a beat pass before she’s stepping a step forward and shaking the blonde’s - Grace’s - hand.

“Hi I’m Cat!” she says enthusiastically, and it’s clear her actions put both Grace and Tori at ease.

Tori can feel the way Jade’s eyes burn into her, but she refuses to look in her direction, refusing to acknowledge what Jade is trying to convey.

After Cat’s introduction, everyone quickly follows suit, and then there are a thousand questions, and Tori does her best to answer them and make sure nothing falls apart.

Jade is quiet for all of it, her jaw working as she tries to process her emotions, process the new information before her.

Tori has a girlfriend. Tori has a girlfriend. Tori has a girlfriend.

Tori has a girlfriend and it isn’t you.

“I need some air,” Jade says suddenly.

It’s the first time she’s spoken since Tori’s announcement, and it seems like almost everyone notices. Beck is casting her a worried glance and Tori is trying to catch her eye now, but she doesn’t pay attention to either of them, walking with purpose out the door to the back of the building.

Beck watches her go, wondering if he should go after her. But then he feels eyes on him and his gaze shifts to find Tori, eyes filled with concern and eyebrows knitted together in slight confusion. Beck contemplates saying something, or at least giving Tori a look, but Tori seems to make her mind up for the both of them

“I’ll be right back,” she murmurs, squeezing her girlfriend’s arm before she’s following the path Jade just walked.

When she pushes open the door she sees Jade paces a few feet away, her jaw tight as her hands run through her dark hair.

“Jade,” she begins, though she isn’t sure what else to say.

Jade stops immediately at the sound of her voice, head turning to face her.

“You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend.”

“I didn’t tell anyone in there until now,” Tori reminds her defensively, motioning to the building behind them.

Jade’s jaw sets. “That’s different and you know it.”

Her eyes flare up in - is that hurt? - and Tori feels the pit of her stomach drop. Something about this has shifted their entire dynamic and she knows it. She knows now, not telling Jade beforehand, letting her find out just like everyone else, was a mistake.

“We...this couldn’t go on forever,” Tori tells her, voice a little softer now. “You know that.”

Jade scoffs. “Right.”

She doesn’t look at Tori, instead focusing her attention on the light post not too far away. Tori can’t remember a time when Jade’s felt so far away like this.

“What was I supposed to do?” Tori asks helplessly. “Was I just supposed to wait around for you to come home?”

“Why did we even do this, Tori?” Jade snaps, her eyes blazing. “What the fuck were we doing?”

Tori throws up her hands like it’s obvious. “We had no idea what we were doing, Jade. We graduated, you just broke up with Beck. You were moving to New York.”

Jade looks at her, cold, unmoving.

“So that’s what it was, huh?” Jade asks, her voice eerily thin, a tone that Tori’s never heard from her voice. “I was just the experiment, testing out the waters.”

Now Tori’s the one with the hurt expression.

“No, that’s never what it was.”

“But it was never enough to be anything more,” Jade continues, and Tori notices the way her jaw tightens and how her eyes walk the line between sadness and anger so well. “I wasn’t ever going to be anything more to you.”

“That’s not what it was,” Tori insists, her voice practically begging for Jade to understand.

“But it was never serious?” Jade asks, her voice coming across hard in the air between them. “Not seriously like Grace in there?”

Tori looks at her for a long moment, unable to put her thoughts into a sentence. Jade swallows the lump in her throat.

“Jade.”

They both turn to see Beck by the exit of the building, watching the exchange from there. Tori wonders how long he’s been there, how much he’s heard.

“Fuck off, Beck,” Jade responds, her eyes not leaving Tori.

“Jade come on,” Beck insists. “Before you say something stupid.”

“I don’t need you here,” Jade tells him harshly.

Beck lets out a sigh before he is walking over to Jade, who doesn’t move at all. Tori doesn’t say anything. She only watches as the pain and hurt grows more and more evident on Jade’s face.

There is something she’s missed between them all along.

“Let’s get you home,” Beck says to Jade quietly.

“Leave me alone,” she mutters looking down at her shoes, but her voice breaks and it’s clear to them that this is only going downhill now.

“Jade,” he says again, this time softly.

There’s a pause and then, “Fine.”

Beck nods, giving Tori one last glance, an apology, before he starts walking Jade to his car. Tori realizes now, Beck knows what this is all about.

Jade turns around after a few steps. Her eyes are shining, but it doesn’t hold her back from speaking.

“You were always more than just a hookup,” she says. “Christ, Tori, you were never just a hook up.”

Tori stands there dumbfounded, watching Jade walk to Beck to his car. Even after they’re long gone, she doesn’t go back inside. She stands there trying to understand how this all went so wrong.

#mine #minific #victorious #tori vega #jade west #jori #jade x tori

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miles-and-waylon · 4 years

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It’s been awhile since I’ve posted any writing on here! I did a trade with @cultspawn, and they wanted Miles and Waylon getting patched up after escaping Mount Massive. Read mores have been finicky on my end, I’ll try to fix it when I can.

The first thing Waylon did in the park bathroom was throw up. It was a very temporary relief that flooded his bones as he curled up in a stall corner, choking and sobbing. There was so much work to do. Getting cleaned up, a new change of clothes, wrapping up his leg. He didn’t have the resources to help himself even get started.

And that jeep...It’s not like he was that far from the asylum. That car was like a lit cigarette in the dead of night, waiting to signal his former employers down on his head.

Hearing the door swinging open shut his mouth immediately. As steps echoed slowly through the dark restroom, Waylon quietly climbed on top of the toilet and held his breath. His vision blurred—No, he’s away from the engine. He shouldn’t still be seeing things, right? It took a massive amount of effort not to whimper in pain from the burgeoning headache pounding in his skull, and then the door swung open.

The man is clearly not Murkoff personnel. Bedraggled, torn clothes, whole body dripping in different shades of red and black. Blood and some identifiable sludge. It leaked from holes that peppered his worse for wear form. He honestly wasn’t much better than Murkoff.

“You coulda waited for me to get in the damn jeep. I mean, it’s my car to begin with.” There’s a hint of a joking tone in his voice, drowned out by the direness of the situation.

Waylon, who nearly slammed his head into the tile wall in shock after first seeing him, paused. “You...You’re Miles Upshur. But..” He gulped. “What happened? You…”

“Died. Like, I died hard, but let’s call it a bit of a touchy subject right now. Come on out so I can help you not die.”

Waylon took his outstretched hand. Just touching him made him feel hazy, but he was beginning to put together the pieces of those last chaotic moments of his time in the asylum. “That was you with that...that mist. Dear god, the Walrider—” His voice failed him.

“Yeah, it looks like it found it’s perfect host, huh?” He hauled him over near the sinks, seeming unaffected by the damage his body had taken. “Guess it made finding you pretty easy. Would’ve been a pretty long hike if I had to track you on my own.” He emptied his pockets of small bottles, little packages, and plenty of gauze.

“Where did you get this?”

“Had a bit of time. Mount Massive’s a shit place, but it was still a hospital. There’s, ah, bandages, rubbing alcohol, some cleaning pads...” A bit of time while he went crazy with the vengeance and took out the mercenaries that had flooded like rats into the building. Not that he’d tell Waylon, at least, not right now. “Go take a shower. Can you stand?”

“Sort of.”

“Sort of is enough. I saw the lights on in the ranger station just a bit up the path. I can short out the electricity and get some new clothes for us while the people inside are distracted. Just clean up. I’ll want some warm water for myself when you’re done, so keep that in mind.”

And then he was gone, almost seeming to float off the ground. Waylon wasn’t going to fight his instructions, but he was so astonishingly prepared when he came to him. Maybe Miles just had the time to think about these things. Whatever. He limped his way to the mildew-ridden showers and stripped, but one of his jumpsuit’s cuffs stuck to his injured leg. He had to swallow his reemerging nausea as he peeled it off and as the wound began to bleed freely again.

He’d take care of it. Don’t think about it.

Waylon opted out of standing in the stream just in case he ended up passing out. Grime and blood, some his own, some not, washed off, turning the water all shades of grey and pink as it swirled down the drain. Subsequently drying off with only paper towels took a lot more work. Really? Not one park visitor could’ve left behind a towel? He wouldn’t have cared if it was used.

Miles was back just before he could get his leg taken care of, clothes in his arms. “Oh, hell, I thought that looked bad before.” He didn’t seem to care that he was naked. To be fair, most of the inmates that chased after them didn’t care at all about modesty, either.

He dropped the outfits by Waylon to pick first from while he looked at the gash.

“Your fingers…” He grumbled as he tossed on a plain, gray shirt. It was a little big, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Waylon bit down on his lip as Miles poured a bottle of the rubbing alcohol over his calf.

“Yeah, my fingers. The guy who did it is long dead, though.” He emptied the towel holder in his efforts to sop up the blood. “I imagine the guy who did this to you is, too.”

“I actually did this to myself, getting away from the bastard,” he sighed, “But yeah, he’s dead. We’re not. That’s what’s important.”

“You’re not,” Miles corrected.

Waylon didn’t want to think about that. He swore under his breath as his leg was finally wrapped up. At least it wasn’t bleeding in open air anymore. “Aren’t you hurting?”

“If I was, I imagine I‘d be in too much agony to do more then writhe around on the ground...I mostly just feel numb. Kinda cold.” The bullet holes looked more closed up than they had when he left. Was the Walrider healing him?

Waylon got dressed and waited for Miles to take his own shower. When he was finished, he fished the jeep’s keys out of the jumpsuit. “You go start the car, I’m gonna get all our garbage together. Keep it on us until we can burn it.”

“Miles…”

“Yeah?”

“...Thanks for saving me. From Jeremy, and from the asylum in general.”

“Well, you do have the information to take the whole damn corporation down. Couldn’t leave that behind, could I? The public eye might find me too jarring to think I’m real.”

There was still plenty to do, including abandoning the jeep, but Waylon needed to go home to his family. With somebody else on his side, it was definitely easier figuring his next steps out.

#miles upshur #waylon park #camerashipping #sort of #walrider!miles #walrider

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michaelmyersisdaddy6969 · 4 years

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A little something.

Hey guys! This is something that I have been working on ever since I had started my obsession with Freddy Krueger. I have this story currently on Wattpad, somewhere I am more comfortable since I’ve been on that website since I was like 13. Anyways, I hope this can get enough love here as much as it did on Wattpad. Thanks in advance!!!!!

!This is a Freddy Krueger x Reader story!

~Chapter 1, 5 years later.~

How many years has it been? Around 5 I believe. I was 15 when the nightmares started. The boiler room, the claws, the screams. I would wake up every night with a cold sweat, my body shaking. I would cry and wail every night. My mother always coming over to me to see what happened. It almost became a routine. I would fall asleep, the nightmares come, I'll wake up crying and shaking, my mother would come in and consult me.

The worst part though.

It all seemed too real. The burns I would get from touching the pipes, the pain would still linger when I woke up. I would wake up with scratches on my arms and legs. Bruises all around my body. My mother always told me.

"You have always tossed around in the bed, that is probably the cause of it."

And I always believed her. It seemed logical! I always had this crazy idea that all of my wounds came from the dream. But, how can that be any way possible?

I'm 20 years old now. It's been 5 years since these nightmares have been happening. How sickening it sounds, I've gotten used to them. Falling asleep every night, hearing the wailing screams of little girls and boys. I would often see different people and it looked like they were getting tormented just like me. The only difference though....they were killed in the process.

Yes, I was tormented and tortured. But, by the time I would feel like I would die from the abuse. It all stopped. I would wake up and everything would feel like nothing happened. Well except for the few gashes on my arms, but everything felt fine.

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I sighed and shook my head. I didn't want to be thinking about any of that right now. I looked around the room full of people. I was at a party with one of my friends. Or well, ex friend. She ditched me to go have sex with one of her new boyfriends. I scoffed and I started to walk to the kitchen. It was the only place in the house that was actually quiet. I put down my drink of apple juice and I leaned against the marbled counter. It was littered with red cups and random snacks.

I looked around and noticed someone coming into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes as they started to puke into the sink. Disgusted, I walked away and tried to find another quiet place to relax in. It was almost 11:00 pm and I was getting tired.

I guess looking for a quiet place was a bad idea.

I sighed and I went back into the living room to where the party was mainly at. I crossed my arms and I looked around. Before everyone got here, the place was actually really pretty. I can tell the host was trying to make things look a little decent. The fire place was closed with the small metal gate around it. Some family pictures and antiques on the small shelve over the fire place. There was Christmas lights scattered around, some streamers here and there. The lights were dimmed as well. The couches and chairs were neatly covered with blankets. (probably to keep the puke and beer off of them)

I chuckled at my own joke and sighed.

"I should really be getting home." I whispered to myself. I looked up to where the staircase is and I thought about whether if I should get my friend or not. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. I walked through the crowd of drunk teenagers and I grabbed my coat from the small closet that wasn't too far from the front door. I quickly threw my coat on and I walked out of the house. It was in the middle of Autumn and so bringing my coat was a good idea. I pulled on the thick coat and I walked down the dark street.

It's a small town and usually everyone would be fast asleep by now. So there wasn't any cars in my way while I walked on the street. It was a small thing that I did. When it became night, I would go on small walks like this. It was really just to avoid my nightmares. But, I can't avoid them forever. I have to sleep sometime.

I kicked some puddles here and there and I looked up. Nobody was in sight, the street lights were the only light here. I stopped and yawned.

That's not good.

I quickly shook my head and I grabbed my phone and earbuds. I quickly plugged the earbuds in and I turned on the loudest music that I had in my playlist. I turned the volume up and I flinched at the high pitch. I shook my head and breathed out. I have to get home. I started to walk a little faster and I turned the corner past the stop sign. I seen my house and I ran to it. The beating of my heart and sting in my lungs reminded me that I was awake. I stopped in front of my door and I quickly unlocked the door. I sighed in relief and I closed my door.

I always had this thought that....if I was home, it wouldn't be that bad. The nightmares that is. I only fell asleep out in public once and that was in the hospital waiting room. It wasn't a good experience. I shuddered at the memory and I scoffed. I kicked off my shoes and threw my coat on the coat rack. I listened at the silence of my house. I didn't have any pets, no TV, I only had plastic utensils. The pans I use are cheap, I make sure that I throw away any kind of poison that might have come with anything that I bought. I try to make sure that I don't have anything that could hurt me in my dreams.

For some reason, wherever I would fall asleep; anything around me would be in my dreams. I noticed that and I learned to keep dangerous things away from me. I sighed and I turned the music off. I unplugged the earbuds and I put them on the small stand that was next to the door. I walked around my house and turned the lights off. Even though I despise it, I have to sleep. I grabbed my medicine on my counter and I walked to my bathroom. I turned the lights on and shut the door. I opened the small orange bottle and I popped out a pill. It was supposed to help me with the nightmares.

Look how great that helped.

I shook my head and put the pill bottle on top of the counter near the sink. I washed my hands and face and brushed my teeth. I rolled my shoulders and I walked out of the bathroom turning the lights off. I closed the door and I walked to my room.

I don't have a "top-notch" house, it's just big enough for me and my needs. I closed my bedroom door and I undressed while I walked over to my bed. I always do this because it's more comfortable. I looked around my room, taking in everything before I would fall asleep. I sighed and got in bed. I covered myself and closed my eyes.

#freddy krueger #freddy krueger x reader #slasher #slasher x reader #I honestly don't know what else to put in the tags

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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years

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tattooed on my heart steven adler x reader

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havent done an actual imagine in a while so heres a super soft/cute one

imagine: steven dating an alternative/goth girl. hes a v soft boy and everyone is super confused how that works but he is absolutely smitten with her and her style.

song: fingers crossed by coin

tag list: @cynic-spirit @satans-arse

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"hey, ill be right back."

i said standing off the couch and kissing steven gently.

"okay."

he said not wanting to let my hand go. we had been invited to a party and i was definitely feeling out of place. with their rock star life style i had anticipated more leather and chains but it seemed like duff and i were the only ones participating in the trend. even axl chose to wear jeans. i didnt really mind though, i was used to being stared at and thats exactly what happened as i made my way to the bathroom. every wall was lined with people lingering around each other and most of them were gawking at me, a few of them reaching out and grazing their fingers against the chains hanging off my leather jacket.

when i reached the bathroom i sighed in relief, closing the door and looking at my tired eyes in the mirror. the black around them was smudged and smeared down my face from the long night of partying but it kind of went with the 'dont fuck with me' look. not that the teased up Mohawk didnt do that or anything but still. i laughed at the thought of myself standing next to steven, the complete opposite of myself in every way. he was such a ray of sunshine and happiness; i was practically dating a golden retriever. i knew he loved me though, i fascinated him, or at least thats what he told me.

i tip toed up a bit to see my legs in the mirror above the sink, looking at the two week old tattoo sitting just below the hem of my dress. the velvet felt nice on the healing skin but i needed to wash it again. thats the one thing i hated about new tattoos but the outcome was always worth it. i dropped back to flat feet before propping my leg up on the sink and washing my leg off, some of the dead skin falling away in bits of black and pink. i heard a knock at the door just as i was drying my thigh off, queuing me to leave. when i walked back into the living room of the house steven was still sat on the couch talking awkwardly with a way-to-interested female. she was cute if i was being honest, herpale blue blouse made her look nice in contrast to the other more bold women at the party.

"hey baby."

he said relieved, noticing me and holding his hand out for me to take.

"sorry, my leg was starting to itch."

he nodded.

"sarah this is my girlfriend y/n."

he said, smiling widely at me and helping me into his lap to sit, now that the couch was full. she laughed a little bit as he slid my dress up a bit to inspect my tattoo, he absolutely loved it. hes the one who helped me pick the placement and all that too, saying my thighs were his favorite part of my body so why not add more art to the art that was already there. it did take up the majority of the space after all.

"youre joking, right?"

she asked as i draped my arm around his shoulders.

"hes absolutely not."

i said looking down at him endearingly. he smiled back up at me with the widest smile, rubbing his thumb lightly into the inside of my thigh, being careful not to push into the tattoo.

"how the hell do you date someone like that?!"

she asked, eyes wide. slash , sitting behind the woman and talking to someone else, leaned over and tipped his glass towards me. he knew exactly what i was thinking.

"we ask ourselves the same question at least three times a day darling."

he said amused. she looked over at him as i laughed, stevie looking a little confused by what he meant. slash turned back around, her gaze falling to the floor a little expressionless and shocked to say the least.

"what do you like about her? youre so normal in comparison."

she pointed out, a bit shell shocked. when i looked from her back to him he was already staring at me, a small smile on his lips.

"whats not to like?"

he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist, petting his thumb into the velvet of my short dress.

"just look at her, its like dating a walking art museum. plus shes the most interesting and unique person ive ever met."

he said generally, still keeping eye contact with me. i couldnt help the blush creeping its way to my face.

"i love everything about you, from the way you make your coffee in the morning to the way you stay up with me at night to make fun of those stupid late show hosts. and not to mention how you make me feel, like i belong in every every part of your life. hell you even let me pick where your new tattoo went, how many people would do that? and now as an added bonus i get to look at my favorite thing on your body all decorated."

i leaned down and kissed him gently. when i pulled away he looked over at her, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

"not to mention she is much more interesting to look at without her clothes."

i laughed nervously and hit him square in the chest with my hand.

"steven!"

i scolded and he just squeezed me tighter to him.

"look babe, i love the outfits but you cant tell me you dont look stunning naked, decorated in ink and design."

he awed and i kissed him again.

"i love you stevie."

i said admiringly, feeling the couch shift.

"if youll excuse me i need to go re-assess my approach to getting guys to like me."

i laughed a little bit, catching her hand before she was gone.

"hey, dont change for any guy. if they truly love you then you wont need to. i know i didnt. mohwak and all."

she finally smiled back at me and nodded knowingly.

"thanks."

i let go of her and she walked off into the kitchen. i turned back to steve, holding his head in my hand and running my thumb over his cheek bone. he seemed absolutely in love with me and i couldnt help but melt. he was the best thing that had ever happened to me, crazy life style included.

"is it lame to ask for another kiss?"

he said softly, looking between my eyes. i shook my head no.

"of course not."

i said, leaning down and kissing him gently. he hummed into it and i sighed at the sensation. when i pulled away i rested my forehead on his, eyes closed.

"i love you baby."

i said softly. he kissed me again, smiling into it.

"i love you too."

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Question | Chapter 8

Words: Genre: college au, angst, fluff Pairing: SKZ x reader Summary: Your best friend, Minho, had been refusing to introduce you to his other group of best friends for months now, with no explanation as to why. One night after getting drunk after work together, he gave in to your pleas. Oops. Warning: Contains mature content (such as coarse language, violent themes, etc). A/N: Finally, being the new longest chapter to date and tedious as hell to edit, chapter 8 is up! Fun fact: this was originally still part of chapter 7, but I felt like it was dragging on too long and it was right to end where it did. This was saved as ‘Chapter 7.5′ even afterwards. There is also still more of this that I really want to flesh out, too, so what was originally written as chapter 8 is now chapter 10! Anyways, please enjoy and I love you guys! Question Masterlist

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You made it back to your apartment by about 5:10pm. The walk seemed faster than usual. Maybe it was just the upbeat music you chose to play that caused you to walk a little faster. Fiddling with your keys, you entered your apartment. Props to your past self because everything was pretty much ready to go. Except for you, obviously.

You ditched your phone, keys and purse on the counter top of your kitchen bench, moving into your bedroom to find some comfy, yet presentable clothes. You wanted to be prepared for the possibility of having to leave the house at some point in the night. You and Eunwoo have gone for a late night walk before, so it could happen again. You heard your phone buzz from in the kitchen.

A pair of activewear leggings and an oversized tee was good enough for you. You'd probably throw a hoodie over it all, anyway. All that was left to do was brush your teeth, pack what remained of your toiletries, make sure your chargers were all in the bag, then grab everything you needed to bring from the kitchen before you headed through the door. It sounded like a lot, but considering you were driving to Eunwoo's, you had enough time and a little extra.

You were staring at your reflection in the mirror as you brushed your teeth, considering doing something with your hair when you heard something from the kitchen. You moved into the main area of the apartment, realising it was you phone notifying you that you still hadn't responded to it when it initially sounded off.

You picked it up off of the counter and made your way back to the bathroom sink. You were kind of surprised to see a text message from Jae. Less about it being from Jae, more so what it was about.

Jae: Hey are you going to Chan's party on Friday.

No. You weren't invited. That didn't particularly bother you, but the question opened up a whole new stream of thought for you to process while you finished brushing your teeth. At it wasn’t exactly positive.

You could understand not being invited by Chan for multiple reasons. You'd only met once, well, twice. That was accidental though, and it was with Jae. Was that why Jae asked in the first place? Chan is a mutual friend, but you barely knew him. You only knew him through Minho. The thing is, Chan is such a genuinely nice guy and has seemed to enjoy your company, so part of you thinks he probably would’ve invited you. Then again, it might be just a small thing at his place, so he doesn't want too many people because of his housemates. Yet, would Jae ask if you were going if it was a small, private thing? How close were Jae and Chan anyway?

Wait. Chan lives with Minho. That realisation sent you into another tailspin. Jae knows that you’re close with Minho. That’s probably why Jae asked. Maybe he assumed you would been invited by Minho... but you hadn't heard anything from him other than memes and pictures of his cats. Does Minho not want you to go? Why?

You rinsed your mouth, letting the messy jumble of speculations gurgle down the drain with it, trying to snap out of all of that negative you’d dragged up. You were overthinking. Again. You dried your face and took in a calming breath. You replied to Jae before you began to sort out what skin care, make up and other bits and pieces you'd need. That's when Jae called.

"Why aren't you going?" Jae was genuinely confused.

"I wasn't invited." You shrugged, not quite remembering he couldn't see your action. From his next words, it was obvious that fact hadn't even crossed his mind.

"That makes no sense. Chan likes you and it's Minho's house, too. That kind of means it’s his party, too. By default. As if your not invited."

"Honestly, I had no clue there was anything on until you texted me." That's when it clicked. This was the same party Felix was shopping for today. Felix probably would've invited you. Maybe he didn't know?… maybe he did…

"Jae, this is going to sound pretty dumb, but… what if Minho purposefully didn't invite me?"

The line stayed quiet for a few beats, then crackled to life, "Okay... but why?"

"Well," You sighed, trying to figure out how to phrase your theory properly, "Felix, one of the boys’ other housemates, came into work today. He was looking for something to wear to a party.

Jae hummed, waiting for you to continue. You took in a breath.

"From the limited experience I've had with him, as well as Minho's other housemates, I feel like he would've invited me to the party since it's their place - joint hosts by default, like you said - but he barely talked about the party in our conversation. It would've been natural to since that's what he was shopping for..." You trailed off, worried you weren't making any sense.

"So, you think that Minho might've told the boys not to mention anything to you?" Jae somehow made sense of your rambling, which had you half-surprised.

“Well, yeah... I mean, it does sound crazy and make me look like I’m a bit self-obsessed to think that there's a whole conspiracy around me not being invited-"

"Kind of, but I get it." Jae interjected, teasingly. He missed out on seeing the roll of your eyes.

"- but the way Minho has been acting lately doesn't exactly help me to think other wise..."

"What do you mean?"

"The way he acts when I bring up the boys is a bit... i'm not quite sure how to describe it. He just seems a bit cold when I bring them up." You sighed. Jae was silent, prompting you to keep going.

"You know how we saw Chan? I mentioned it to him, and he went from teasing and bubbly to stoic and monotonous in an instant."

"We get it, you know big words."

"Shut up~" you whined.

He chuckled into the receiver. "Continue."

You remembered something that helped to strengthen your case, "Like the day he and I went out to lunch. We bumped into Changbin and Jisung, more roommates,” you clarified, “and he barely acknowledged their presence. THEY LIVE TOGETHER!" The exasperation in your voice could not be missed.

"Dude, he's jealous." Jae uttered nonchalantly.

"Can't be. Why would he be?" You took your belongings from the bathroom and into the living area. The zip of your overnight bag signalling that you'd finished packing.

"That, I can't tell you exactly," you rolled you eyes, phone changing hands, but continued to listen, "It could be that he feels weird about his two friendship groups colliding. It could because he wants to protect you-"

“He doesn’t need to protect me-“

"He might be trying to protect them-"

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Look, there could be reasons that you have no idea about.” He was right, not that you'd admit that to the lanky boy, but it still hurt a little. "Well, I kind of feel bad since I brought this up."

"Seriously, it's fine. You didn't know."

"Well, I was actually gonna suggest I plus one you. I'll ask Chan and then we'll know for sure."

You contemplated the offer. Did you really want to know if you purposely weren't invited? Then again, you need to know what was going on with Minho.

"If you're both okay with it, then yeah."

"Okay, cool. I'll message Chan."

You hadn't realised the silence until Jae spoke again, this time, softly, "If it means anything, I think Minho probably just forgot. He's not used to you having any mutual friends. He wouldn't usually invite you before you met the boys, right?"

True. Minho probably didn't think about inviting you because he wouldn't usually have to. You were well aware you ran in different circles, and you were both okay with that. You felt a wave of relieve and assurance wash over you. "Thanks, Jae."

"Don't sweat it." His teasing tone returning.

Your eyes flicked up to the clock on the wall. Shit, you completely forgot about keeping track of time. You knew Eunwoo wouldn't be too stressed if you were a bit late, but you were trying to work on your time management skills. You still had enough time if you left now.

"Sorry, Jae. I lost track of time and I have to be at Eunwoo's in 10."

"All good. I'll talk to you soon. See ya."

You were grateful for Jae. You weren't as close to him as you were to Minho, but you really loved how he just got you sometimes. That, and he was also a lot of fun to be around. You double checked you had everything, miraculously, only having to make one trip to the car. You locked up, packed everything in safely and left. You knew the way to Eunwoo's like the back of your hand, from all the late night drives and emergency trips. You let the sunset wash over you as you made your way down the familiar road.

"FINALLY!" Eunwoo greeted after swinging the door wide open. She enveloped you in a big hug. You forgot how strong she was sometimes, even with her deceivingly tiny arms. "I missed you!"

"It hasn't even been a week!" You laughed, letting her help. She stole the bag of supplies from your abundance of bags. Of course she would take the snacks. "Exactly! Waaaaay too long~" She winked back.

Eunwoo's apartment was the uni student level of lavish. Is was spacious and decorated beautifully, with thought put into every detail. The fixtures in the kitchen matched beautifully with the ones in the bathroom, the rich, jewel blue curtains had gold piping that matched the accents on the wall trimmings, and all the door handles matched.

Eunwoo had a roommate, Nayoung. She was only a few years older than the two of you. She wasn't around too often, being busy with work almost every day. When she was around, she'd hang out and join in on whatever fun you and Eunwoo had planned. You thought she worked too hard and should take more time for herself once in a while.

Eunwoo greedily unpacked the contents of the bag, examining the snacks thoughtfully and deciding which she wanted to start with. You took that as a cue to go put your belongings in her room, for when you'd need them later that night. You returned to the living area to find her standing in the kitchen, absent-mindedly munching on the gummy worms. You fell into the warm embrace of her oversized couch. The movement snapped Eunwoo out of her trance, following in your footsteps. She made herself comfortable next to you, gummy worms still in hand, legs crossed, facing you. You grabbed one of the glasses of water she had already put out prior, ready to get the rundown of tonight's schedule.

"Okay, so," She began, "I was thinking we go all out tonight. Take-out, face masks, movies, ice cream, text Jaemin, paint nails-" The sound of you choking on water interrupted her.

"Sorry, what? Text Jaemin? You seriously thought you could get away with just slipping that in casually?" You chided, all the while noticing her cheeky grin.

"Come on, Y/n! You promised you'd do it today." Her smile softened before she went on. Her voice dropped the teasing undertone, emphasising how genuine she felt about this. "You're really going to let a cute boy get away because of what? He made the first move, obviously at that, so there's no way he doesn't have some level of interest in you."

Your empty stare was fixated on the coffee table. You were scared. Who wouldn't be. The couch shifted. You felt Eunwoo put an arm around your shoulder. You allowed yourself to rest into her, and you just sat like that for a few minutes. You had your head on her shoulder, just mulling over the whole situation. You knew she was right. Were you really going to let irrational fear hold you back?

"What do I say?" You deadpanned, still in place in Eunwoo's grasp. Your free hand reaching lazily in the general direction of where you'd left your phone. You positioned it in front of both of your faces, your head still on Eunwoo's shoulder, meaning she didn't have to crane her neck to see. You carelessly pulled up the boy's contact. It was still left open from the last time you stared at it.

"It's been days since I saw him. What if he doesn't even remember me?" Your worries were met with an exasperated sigh and a gentle yet firm hit to your forehead. "I told you before, stupid. He wouldn't be giving his number to every girl that he meets at work. Trust me, he'll remember you." She then gently pat where she had struck you before you both straightened up. You bit your lip and tried to find the right words. Eunwoo stroked your hair. A subtle form of support or a passive aggressive move implying 'I'm watching you to make sure you actually follow through', you weren't sure.

"Don't overthink it. Keep it simple.' She hummed. You heeded her advice. It's like whenever you get the number of a new friend, right? Except this friend was one of the most attractive men you'd ever seen and was hardly given the chance to exchange more than a few words with you. You were overthinking. Snap out of it.

Tapping sounds were expelled from the small speakers of your phone, peaking your friend's interest. You held the phone towards her for approval. The screen was still blank with 'Hey Jaemin, you gave me your number a few days ago at the bubble tea place?' written in the text bar. She seemed to mull it over before giving a short nod, responding "Good, but you're missing something that's kind of important."

You furrowed your brow, reading over the text twice more before turning back to see the biggest smile one her face. "Maybe your name?" In any other instance you'd be over her teasing tone, but considering how obvious it was, you decided it was warranted. "True..." you muttered, adding it into the text as you wondered if he'd remember your name.

"Wait," you looked back to Eunwoo, "Did your name come up at all?" It was scary when she read your mind like that. You nodded, telling her that he had asked during your brief exchange. The evil grin return, and now you were genuinely confused. What kind of plan was she concocting in that brain of hers? "On second thoughts, don't mention your name. See if he remembers." She winked at you before jumping up and heading back over to the kitchen. You read your message again, breathing slowly as you tried to make sure it sounded as natural and casual as possible. "Just press send, Y/n!" Eunwoo cried from across the room. Fine.

Y/n: Hey Jaemin, you gave me your number a few days ago at the bubble tea place?

You locked your phone and through it into the corner of the couch, then got up and met Eunwoo in the kitchen. You released the breathe you'd been unconsciously holding, letting the nerves fade away to the back of your mind. It was future you’s problem now, and you weren’t going to let the small sense of anxiety that the situation stirred within you ruin what could be a perfectly good girls’ night. You weren't exactly sure what Eunwoo was doing in the kitchen, but she was making herself busy. You asked if you could help anyway, but you were hushed and forced to retake your seat. She struck up the next topic of conversation. "How was your day?"

She had no clue how much of a loaded question that was. The whole ‘party’ thing became the centre of the storyline, as you rehashed the highlights of the day’s events. You then dove into the phone call and theories you discussed with Jae. "So, the question is, why doesn't he want me to go?" Eunwoo was so invested that she stopped midway through the task to lean over the bench and dive into the bag of popcorn with you.

"Maybe he likes you." She said with ease, finishing by popping two pieces of popcorn into her mouth, her eyes never leaving yours.

"As if" you scoffed. "Why would he be so casual about the whole Jaemin thing? We could've teased me or grilled me to see if I'd actually do anything about it."

"Or he would just rather not know…” she sing-songed softly.

You hated that her point was justified, but you could never see Minho being interested in you. How could you? It just- "I don't see it."

She rolled her eyes at you in place of further dialogue.

"It makes no sense, though. He was way too supportive about Jaemin, at least in his own ~special~ way."

What you neglected to mention was how he’d been acting when you brought up his housemates or all the times he'd talked about girls in front of you. You just knew she'd have a field day with that.

"Well, at least we know why he wouldn't invite you. He's jealous." Your friend sighed and straightened up, proceeding to get a bowl for the popcorn so you were somewhat civilised in your snacking affairs. "I mean, Jae's right. It's classic jealous behaviour. The real question we should be asking is why is he jealous." She moved to sit with you.

You both sat at the island bench in silent contemplation, running through a mental list of scenarios that would make sense in justifying his behaviour. After awhile, you and Eunwoo exchanged a look. Neither of you could think of anything noteworthy. Minho was really hard to read in general. Even as his proclaimed best friend, you had trouble understanding some of the things he did. You couldn't imagine how confusing he would be to Eunwoo. She broke you away from the thought, picking up on where the conversation left off.

"Maybe its just general friend envy," with a tilt of the head, your gaze urged her to continue, "You know, when your jealous because you think that someone new is gonna steal your best friend away from you." All you did was nod, no longer holding her gaze. It was plausible. You wouldn't put it past him. You wouldn't put it past most people. However, to really get to the bottom of this, you had to play devil's advocate.

"Though, he's fine with you."

"he had to be. he's dumb sometimes but he's smart enough to know not to fight a battle he would lose."

"True."

You both burst into laughter. This is why you loved this girl. She was everything you could want in a close female friend. As girls, you were always raised to see each other as competition to some degree. It was something that was part of the social structure. Even if it was never at the forefront of your mind, you would always end up feeling uncomfortable or jealous around other girls, constantly comparing yourself to them. If you didn’t, others would. After a while, you would just accept where you stood in the 'hierarchy', but that was high school. Honestly, uni wasn't that much better if you compared certain experiences side by side. The difference was you didn't have to force anything. Unlike high school, you could escape. You didn't see the same people every day and could cut the toxic ones out of your life. Uni gave you more freedom.

Regardless, you loved Eunwoo because you never felt 'threatened' by her. She listened and was compassionate, and once you let it all out she would both try to fix it and then take your mind off of things. The order of the two varied depending on the situation. She knew you'd do the same for her, without hesitation. She was your first, true friend.

"Enough about problematic men. Wanna go find something to eat?" She stood up, grabbing her keys, dangling them so their jingle would entice you to rise to your feet. You smiled and did just that, following her out the door.

You went to Hirai. Japanese takeaway was the easiest to agree on and you could both attest to how good it was. Even after all your efforts to supply your every need, snack wise, Eunwoo was adamant on picking up a tub of ice cream for a real gelato place for dessert. If you were going to eat you feelings, it may as well taste delicious, right? She dragged you to a place she found nearby with the help of her phone.

You knew the place. You walked past it a few times. You'd never gone inside, though. You just never had the desire since your go-to was close to home. That, and after a while, you forgot it was there. The shop front had a classical vibe, blending in with the other parchment coloured buildings either side. If you didn't bother to read the cursive writing, you could've easily mistaken it for an antique shop. You appreciated that they kept all the trimmings when restoring the building.

The line was almost out the door, which didn't really bother either of you. They provided paper menus at the door so you could browse ahead of time. It seemed that they anticipated the problem and prepared accordingly. Credits to them.

Eunwoo reached ahead to grab a menu for you both. You read through the interesting flavours, eyeing them quizzically. The first few minutes were spent pointing out interesting names like ‘ink bottle' and trying to decipher what they could be. It took you awhile before it dawned on you that they had simplistic descriptions beneath each title. ‘Ink bottle’ was actually sesame with liquorice notes.

You sort of zoned out after awhile, not being able to help, thinking back to the whole Minho situation instead. You just didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just say something.

The more you analysed, the more it seemed like he was purposely keeping it a secret. If your friends hadn't agreed with you, you would've talked yourself out of the speculations you’d made, but they kind of agreed with you. It made sense. That's the thing. Why else would Felix be so hesitant to mention it? If it was Chan's party, why wouldn't he bring it as a general topic of conversation? You had asked about what had been going on back at the house. He spent a solid 5 minutes trying to think of something to update you on. You gave him the opportunity on a silver platter. It’s not like he could say he didn't know. Chan definitely would've given all the other boys a heads up. Hell, he probably let them invite some of their friends, too, or mutual friends. Coincidentally, you fit into both categories, so-

"Snap out of it. Pick ice cream." You looked back at Eunwoo, who's eyes were still trained on the menu. She could read you like a book. She sighed a moment later, following up with "You get one sentence to explain what you're thinking, then we go back to ice cream time and save the rest of the conversation for home. Deal?" The idea being you rid yourself of the thought temporarily, so you can focus on having fun. You exhaled before you spoke.

"I don't understand why he's gone to such lengths to kept some party a secret, because we don't keep secrets, especially about something so insignificant. So pointless…” You muttered the last part, since you went over your one-sentence limit. With the word you huffed out, the hint of frustration not as subtle as you’d hoped. Eunwoo nodded, "He's dumb. What ice cream were you thinking? because I was leaning towards the chiv-"

"Hello, hello." Eunwoo was cut off by a familiar voice standing behind you. You exchanged a glance, Eunwoo looking confused, annoyed and slightly alarmed all at once. She was clueless as to who it was, but your suspicions were confirmed when you turned around, eyes landing on Chan. Changbin was to his left. "Fancy meeting you here." He beamed. You smiled back instantly, Eunwoo's questioning expression visible in your peripheral vision.

"Ah-I-Hi Chan. Hey Changbin. This is Eunwoo," She waved on cue, "and we could say the same to you." The initial shock wore off the more you spoke, replaced with confidence as you felt more comfortable. You turned to Eunwoo, finally being able to 'clue' her in on who the handsome strangers were. She was well aware, since you'd talked about both boys before, but they didn't need to know that. "They're Minho's housemates." She faked an expression of realisation, giving a slight nod. "We're just grabbing some ice cream." She played dumb, realising something that took awhile to dawn on you.

What if they heard you?

Shit.

"So, how's girls’ night going?" Chan asked, earnestly. You were both taken aback. "How did you-" You were tugged to the side by Eunwoo. Having been side-tracked by the sudden reunion, you didn't realise the line had moved a fair bit. You were already in front of the ice cream flavours. You turned to face the flavours and try to at least help Eunwoo with the decision, yet still continued talking to the boys. Chan was the one that kept the conversation going.

"A hunch. You two are out with a bag of takeaway food and in line to get ice cream. We just put two and two together."

You nodded. It made sense.

"That and Minho told us." Changbin chimed in.

Of course he did. You told him random, insignificant things he didn’t necessarily need to know. Why didn’t he do the same with you? He used to… The annoyance towards your best friend increasing.

"I'm going to kill him, I swear-"

"Don't worry, princess. I'll take care of him for you." Changbin whispered in your ear from behind you. There was something underlying in his words that caused your breath to catch in your throat. He was so close all of a sudden. You heard him chuckle darkly, his breath beating down on your neck. He moved away. You stepped forward. Trying to recover, your eyes never lost contact with the ice cream labels when you spoke, "Thanks, but I'd like the satisfaction." The confidence you feigned seeming believable in the strength of your words.

You finally looked up at the boys. Chan was just nodding, also looking into the glass cabinets. He was oblivious to the intimacy of the interaction between you and Changbin. Though, the latter didn't seem to quite believe your words. Changbin was smirking at how flustered you were. You quickly looked away to peer of Eunwoo’s shoulder, only making him feel more proud of himself. He discovered he had a little bit of power over you now. Well, fuck.

Eunwoo gave a quizzical stare, switching from you to the boy, then abruptly moved on. "So, do you want ~chivalrous dalmatian~?" waiting to see if you were alright with the option she put to you, she eyed you a bit more than was necessary. “Cookies & cream.” She simplified. Her gaze flickered to Changbin just before you agreed with her pick. His attention was already back on Chan by the time you’d turned away from him. She just rolled her eyes at the boy, attention returning to the present conversation. "Perfect."

'Perfect' was a good term to use, since a server had just approached both of you as you finalised your choice. Regardless of the flavour, you just needed some space to breathe. You loved the two boys to your left, but since you were low-key having a mini crisis over why your best friend was acting weird, you just wanted to get out and back to Eunwoo's as soon as possible. Changbin kind of ‘flirting’ - for the lack of a better word - with you didn't exactly help either.

Shaking off the uneasy feeling, you forced yourself to focus on the present. By ‘the present’, you meant your best friend, since she always put up with you, even when you were like this. Yeah, Minho did too, but since he was the cause of said crisis, he wasn’t getting a free pass today.

“My shout!” You announced overly cheerfully. Eunwoo didn’t bat an eye. The boys did. Your demeanour did a full 180 right in front of there eyes, but then again, they probably had no clue where your head was at. If anything, it just startled them. You weren’t even that loud.

You both moved to the cashier point, fishing out your purse. Just after you pulled your card out, a hand weaved between the two of you, tapped a card and removed itself once again. You almost went to scold Eunwoo but stopped for two reasons; firstly, she looked as surprised as you, and secondly, no way was her hand that veiny.

You then looked to find Chan standing right behind you both, grinning like an idiot. With pure sincerity, he finished with “Your welcome!”

You both just stood their for a second, confused. Grateful, but confused. Chan was way too kind. He had already moved back to Changbin. Your gaze focusing in on them ordering for themselves. Only Eunwoo noticed the slightly peeved sales person waving the tub of ice cream in front of you guys.

You made your way out, but not before you gave Chan a huge thank you. You didn’t hug the boys, because not only did you feel off tonight but it was also for Eunwoo’s sake, to not put her in an awkward position. You didn’t escape without a wink from Changbin, and you bet Eunwoo noticed it, too. With a wave and ‘see you soon’ exchanged, you both walked out of the ice cream parlour and headed for the car, arm in arm.

“I— I’m just - what even just-“

“Same.”

You both walked in contemplative silence. The late night discussions were going to be on a whole other level tonight.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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Drain You

Summary: Steve’s bad mood comes to a head at his surprise birthday party.

Warnings: dub/non-con and explicit sex. Obviously 18+ (like this whole blog)

Note: Thanks to everyone who reads this little fic I came up with. It was kinda random but hey, here’s some dark!Steve content for you sweeties!

I’d love any feedback. It means a lot and helps me out as a writer to know people are reading. Thanks again and hope you guys have fun with this. <3

“The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.”

-William Penn

“You really went all out for the old man's bash,” You crossed your arms as you leaned against the bar beside Sam. You were among the first there to keep your host company. The club would soon fill up with strangers alongside your expected group. You weren't sure why he had chosen the venue, it seemed too much for the original Avenger's tastes and you wouldn't be surprised if he fled the moment he stepped inside. “I would have arranged a crib tournament or something.”

“Ha, Steve may be an old man but any geezer his age would give it all to be him. I mean, men get old but we still have the same...desires. Besides, I'm hoping if I can get him laid he might stop this whole existential brooding kick he's been on.” Sam chuckled, “He's been such an asshole lately. Our last mission, well… It's confidential but I'm lucky I got back in one piece.”

“I thought I was the only one who noticed,” You stared expectantly at the door, “He's been, uh, short, lately.”

“Hopefully a few drinks in the old man and he'll loosen up,” Sam excused himself with a nod to Vis and Wanda as they entered and you watched him greet them, adding your own hello to the batch.

You were suddenly anxious. Sam had confirmed Steve's recent ill-temper, so it was reassuring to know you hadn't imagined it all. Whenever Steve arrived for a briefing and you handed him his file, he'd take it without so much as a thanks, though his eyes lingered darkly on you. You had started to think that you had unwittingly offended him with some passing remark. You had scoured your memories for anything and it had only confused you further. The golden Avenger could be rather intimidating when he wanted to be.

The other guests streamed in among casual patrons and you waited with Nat as Sam continued to check his watch. Steve was late and his friend was getting flustered. Maybe he wouldn't come. You wouldn't put it past him and with Bucky as his escort to the surprise party it would hardly be unlikely. The two of them were a pair of crotchety old men.

Finally, Bucky stumbled in through the door and gave the thumbs up. Steve followed shortly after and you joined the crowd in the loud chant of “surprise”. He looked surprised but not happily so. You glanced nervously around, Sam clapping Steve on the shoulder as he and Bucky tried to smother his chagrin.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at Nat. “Jeez, talk about hard to please.”

“Blame Sam. He's a dumbass to think prissy pants would like this.” The music was pumping already and you could foresee the messiness. Yeah, this would put Mr. Rogers in fine spirits, indeed.

You recalled your last interaction with the valiant soldier. You and Tony were going over intelligence but for every word you said, Steve had two to counter. It hadn't ended well. His last words echoed in your head. “Why don't you stick to your files and let the real agents do the dirty work?”

It stung even now. Even so, you had manners and had come to a party for him. The least you could do was wish him a happy birthday. You angled your way through the crowd, stepping up beside Steve. You were easily missed as he was much taller and Sam and Bucky gave him little cause to look down. You swayed on your feet, contemplating a quick exit before you were noticed. No, don't let him get the better of you.

You cleared your throat, Sam and Bucky glanced over and greeted you with smiles. “Hey,” Bucky said, “Long time.”

“I try to avoid those who almost take of my hand with a high five,” You hinted at your last run in and the reverberations he had sent down your arm. “Um,” You righted yourself and turned to Steve, “Happy birthday.”

“Ahh,” He raised his brows with a dry grumble. “Thanks, I guess.”

“Cool,” You shook your head and shrugged. There was nothing you could do to please the damned man. Every word you said seemed only to irk him further. “Whatever.”

You sighed and walked back into the crowd, finding Nat with Wanda. “I need a drink,” You huffed, “Better yet, I should just go.”

“No, don't,” Nat begged, “Steve's just in one of his moods. Let me talk to him.”

“He’s always in a mood,” You huffed and watched her weave through the people, barely visible past the bodies. She stopped before the trio and was greeted with grins. From everyone. Steve hugged her even and you cursed. What the fuck?

She looked over at you and gestured to Steve quizzically. Sure, you were the crazy one. Your nostrils flared and your jaw tensed. You threw up your hands and excused yourself from Wanda to visit the bar. Alcohol would make the night more tolerable.

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You had quickly forgotten about Steve's sour attitude for the burn of gin. Three drinks and you barely remembered why you were even at the sweaty club. You had even accepted a dance from a rather good-looking and handsy guy named Tom. At least that's what you were sure you had heard above the bass and buzz of voices. You grinded against him, reverting to the young university girl getting wild and not the disciplined intelligence agent working for Stark Industries.

As the song ended, you parted from Tom. You enjoyed the dance but you weren't looking to go home with anybody. Besides your bladder was full and the seal was about to break. Your cheeks were hot and a smile painted your face as you searched for Nat. Hmm, it actually looked like most of your party was gone. Sam was in the corner playing some dumb game with Bucky and everyone else had seemingly dispersed. The only other face you recognized was Steve's and he looked as unimpressed as earlier. You were chilled to find him watching you as you swayed through the bodies. His blue eyes bore into you and you hiccuped, your face falling as you spun away from him.

Toilet. Now.

You made your way along the back hallway, edging past the men's room and dipping into the ladies’. You tripped into the first stall and frantically pulled up your skirt, rolling down your panties as you hovered over the bowl. You sighed in relief as the stream began and you felt slightly less tipsy. It was past time to go home.

You finished up and wobbled out to the sink, washing your hands as best as you could in the seedy bathroom. You heard the door open and close and kept your head down; you were surprised it wasn't busier in here. You turned off the faucet, grabbing a strip of paper towel and the latch on the door made an audible click, breaking your drunken haze. Your head shot up and you looked at the mirror, dropping the paper towel as you found Steve staring over your head. The last of the alcohol cleared from your head; you were suddenly and frighteningly sober.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You turned, bracing the edge of the counter for balance.

“What the fuck were you doing out there?” He barked. “Trying to make me jealous?”

“What are you talking about?” Your words were garbled as he stepped closer.

“You and that guy. You should've just fucked him right on the floor and been done with it.”

“Steve!” You slid along the counter as he loomed nearer, “Get out of here!”

“What? You'll rub your ass against some stranger but won't give me a second look?” He spat.

“I have no idea what you're talking about. What are you --” He closed in, barely a foot away as you found yourself trapped between him and the row of sinks.

“You and that skirt. Your tight blouses. You think I haven’t noticed,” He snorted, “You flirt with every guy you meet. Except me.”

“What?” You shook your head, “I don’t--Being nice isn’t flirting, Steve.”

“Is it a challenge to you? To see how far you can push me before I do something?” His tone was sharp and he seized you arm, pulling himself nearer.

“Alright,” You said airily, trying to keep cool, “Very funny, I get it. You’re just trying to put me in the my place. I’m just the girl with the files and you’re the mighty super soldier.”

“You’re a tease,” He snapped, holding you against the sink. “And I’m not to be played with.”

“Let me go,” You wriggled against his grip and his other hand came up to your hair, forcing your head back roughly. “Steve!” You hissed.

“Steve!” He mimicked, pulling you away from the sink and twisting you around painfully by your hair.

He turned you as you whined at the burning in your scalp, pressing himself to your back as he shoved you face first into the wall. Your cheek was against the tile as he held you there by your hair and his other hand brushed along you stomach and down the front of your skirt. His fingers crawled under the hem and he tugged it up as your hand caught his. He pushed harder on your head and grabbed your wrist, bending it back until you hissed.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He focused again on rolling up your skirt, the fabric bunching around your waist as your panties were bared. He gripped the pink cotton, leaning down to speak into your ear. “Hmm, dancing with that guy? I can give you the real thing.”

“Please,” You reached up to his hand buried in your hair, “You’re hurting me.”

“You get what you give,” He tore your panties in a single motion, the force seared your skin as the fabric braced against you. “You think it doesn’t hurt me, watching you prance around in those heels, my cock hard as hell.”

You closed your eyes as you tried to remember anything you had done to encourage him. You didn’t flirt with anyone in the office, you were a professional. You had your little jokes but nothing close to scandalous. And you had never given Steve any reason to think you anything more than a colleague. You couldn’t figure out where all this had come from. It didn’t really matter now; he had you exactly where he wanted.

Your panties fell loosely to your ankles and you squirmed, trying to free yourself as his hand spread across your ass. He kicked your feet apart as he tickled along your pelvis, edging just above your pussy. “Besides, you didn’t even get me a birthday present.” He rasped in your ear. You could feel his erection through his jeans as it rubbed against your back.

You used both hands to claw at his hand tangled in your locks and he lightened his grip slightly only to bring your head bluntly back to the tile. It was enough to set you off-kilter but not enough to do real damage. It was a warning. His fingers traced a decisive line to your pussy, two plunged between your folds and settled on your clit. As he pressed down, you flinched, closing your eyes with a gasp.

“I knew it,” His voice had turned dusky, “I knew you wanted it.”

“N...n..n…” You quavered as fear and unexpected delight overwhelmed you. He drew firm spirals along your clit and you couldn’t help but shudder at the sensation.

“Shut up,” He snarled, withdrawing his hand sharply.

You felt him fumbling around behind you and the audible *zip* of his jeans had you bracing the tile, trying to get away. He was unbothered as he easily held you in place. He planted his feet on either side of yours and you felt a prod along your ass as he positioned himself. You reached down and tried to stop him from going further. He released your head and caught both your wrists, twisting both up against your back causing you to whimper. He held them between one hand, just above your ass at an agonizing angle.

He used his other hand to line himself up with your entrance, his grip on your arms forcing you to arch. He paused and you gulped, a spark of hope that he’d suddenly regain some sense. He shoved himself inside you sharply, your whole body jolted by it. Your walls screamed as he filled you to his base, ignoring all resistance. You cried out, the sudden invasion both painful and peculiar. The toes of your heels were barely on the floor to hold you up, your legs weak.

With both hands back on your arms, he grabbed your elbows, holding them back as he crushed you heavier against the wall. He pulled back and thrust again, again, again. His motion was jagged, a moment between each as he savoured how your entire figure convulsed with each snap of his hips. You squeaked, your whirring nerves dulled the pain. Your back ached as it was curved unnaturally, his grip tightened on your arms. His grunts interspersed with his thrusts.

As his pace grew more fluid, you felt yourself easing onto him. Your walls clenched around him and you could feel the wetness as it coated his cock. You felt the shame burning your hot cheek as it was flush against the cool tile. Your thighs tingled, your muscles weak and twitching as his thrusts inflamed your core.

He let go of your arms, your hands flat on the wall as he groped your chest, holding you to him as continued to pound you. He pulled you away from the wall, keeping you on him as his thrusts never wavered. A long moan escaped your lips as he sank even deeper, holding you up with an arm around your waist. The sudden change of pressure in your head and that nestled in your pussy was too much. His other arm reached diagonal across your chest, his hand clutched your shoulder, adding to the force of his cock as he delved inside, harder and harder.

Your breath was ragged, your hands weakly grabbing at his arms, feebly trying to free yourself. You shivered, the wire drawn tighter and tighter as you felt your muscles seizing. You pressed your lips together, nails digging into his arm as you tried to fight the sudden rise. You pushed your head back against his shoulder, teeth bared, your entire body quivering as your orgasm shook you. You could hear the satisfaction in his grunt.

“I knew it,” He brought you to your feet, pulled out of you and spun you around before you could get your balance.

You tried to slap him away even as you were dizzied in your ecstasy but he easily batted away you hands. He lifted you again, forcing your legs around him as he held you chest to chest. He entered you swiftly, easily moving you up and down his length. You were nothing to him; light as air. He rocked into you as he kept you aloft, hooking his arms under your legs as you hung onto his shoulders, afraid to fall.

He began to quake, his head thrown back as he groaned with each thrust. He was in a trance, chasing his climax until it spilled within you hotly. He stilled you, buried to his limit, and sighed. His chest heaved and he opened his eyes, smirking at you triumphantly.

“Hell of a birthday present.” He said as you pushed against his chest. You could feel the mixture of cum dripping from you already. He chuckled and pulled out, untangled himself from you, and lowered you back to your feet. You had to hold onto him for a moment to steady yourself which further amused him. The dark chuckle made you tremble.

You blinked as the reality of where you were and what just happened returned to you. You shook your head and rushed into the stall, grabbing a strip of tissue as you began to wipe away the remnants. You secured the door and sat on the toilet, cursing as you began to clean yourself.

“I’ll see you out there,” Steve’s fingers were just along the top of the door as he leaned against it.

You paused and watched his feet move, staring through the space beneath the stall. You could see your panties where they lay on the floor and Steve’s hand as he scooped up the torn cotton. You watched quietly as he stood and his feet headed for the exit. You heard him unlock the door and it opened and closed, unheard by those beyond in the noisy club.

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drarryruinedme7 · 5 years

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prompt: drarry for "you're not in love with me." angst with happy ending if possible. thanks

Hi @okaypottah I am sorry this took me so long, but RL stuck in the middle. Anyway, here we are and I hope you’ll like this! Thanks to precious @inevitabledrarry and @random-realist for helping me with ideas and beta work!! ❤️

Rating: MatureWarnings: explicit sexual content, angsty, but it’s sweet I promise, bottom!Harry Word count: 2.2k

Drarry + “You’re not in love with me.” (angst with happy ending)

“THEN ASK ME TO STAY!” Malfoy was yelling, his nostrils flared, face red, eyes shining.

Harry was sick of everything and he spat angrily, “STAY!”

A lonely tear rolled down Malfoy’s cheek. “You don’t mean it.” A shrieking noise, a pop, and he was gone.

*****

Harry was pacing back and forth in the kitchen, a mug of warm tea forgotten on the table.He glanced at the wooden clock on the wall, above the fridge: 8 p.m. He should’ve arrived already. Harry approached the window and moved the curtain apart, to see if Malfoy was arriving. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw him, walking with a pair of black sunglasses and a v-neck shirt. Harry was waiting for him, but he still didn’t know if he’d really show up until he saw Malfoy about to ring the doorbell of his house.

Harry reached the door and before opening it, took a deep breath and closed his eyes, repeating in his mind that he could do this; that if he had faced Voldemort, surely he’d get through this thing with Malfoy. He gripped the handle of the door and opened it, revealing a too gorgeous Malfoy perched on the wall, sunglasses pulled over his head.He smirked and held out a hand, “Potter.”Harry’s heart was dancing in his belly, making him feel dizzy, but he couldn’t show that to Malfoy. It wasn’t a courtesy call.He nodded and replied, “Malfoy” gripping his slender hand.

Harry moved slightly to his right and gestured Malfoy to come in. He entered the house slowly, looking around and slightly brushing his hand on the railings of the stairs. “Ah, it’s good to be here again.”

Harry closed the door with that little bit more strength than really necessary.It’s good to be here again?He clenched his fists and went straight for the kitchen, hoping Malfoy would take the hint.A second after, Malfoy entered the kitchen and sat on a chair, looking Harry in the eyes.“C’mon, Potter, stop this silent treatment.”Harry’s eyebrows furrowed and a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, but all he said was, “Malfoy, I’ve accepted for one reason and one only. Because you threatened me, Head Auror, to divulge your memories of us fucking if I rejected. So, go on and explain to me how this would work.”Harry was proud of himself; He managed to say that without stumbling on the word fucking as he always did when he rehearsed the speech alone, in front of the mirror. They didn’t fuck, or, at least, Harry didn’t fuck with Malfoy. He made love to him. He had been hopelessly in love with Malfoy for too long now, but Malfoy had shown more than once that it wasn’t the same for him.

After the first time they had sex, Malfoy came back to pinch and prod Harry, mock him, behaving as nothing had happened. Harry tried to talk with him, but Malfoy always slipped out of the conversation, making a joke, clapping Harry’s shoulder and saying something about being drunk and young, and they never talked about it again.But then the episodes succeeded one another: they would have sex or blowjobs or hand jobs at Ministry meetings, gay pubs, Hogwarts reunions, birthday parties. Every time it was the same: they’d tried to avoid each other until one of them would be too tipsy and approached the other. They would always go to Harry’s apartment and Malfoy would always disappear after their intercourse. Until once Harry was sick of the situation and told him that things had to change. He half expected Malfoy to ask him to date, but he didn’t. He got angry and told Harry that all he had to do was ask him to stay, but when Harry did, Malfoy just Disapparated.

After two years of silence, here Malfoy was, asking Harry for help. And obviously, Harry said yes; the threat wasn’t even necessary, but Malfoy didn’t need to know that.He adjusted the table cloth so that it was perfectly aligned with the table and looked at Harry, starting to explain.“Now now Potter, I didn’t threaten you. I merely suggested it could be favorable for you to agree with my request. You know that next week there’s a charity ball for the house elves liberation and I’ll need to be there. A lot of important people will attend it and it will be the right occasion for me to show them I’ve changed, and am a good party for cooperation. What I need is a partner for the ball. So, yes, what I’m asking you is to be my fake date.”

Harry listened to all his rambling without blinking. He didn’t want to miss the smallest change in Malfoy’s tone, behavior, the color of his face or movement of his eyes. Unluckily, Malfoy was specialized in hiding his emotions and putting a blank mask.Harry was thrilled at the idea of dancing with Malfoy and he knew it was wrong, that this was all fake, but he couldn’t help it. Hoping it would calm him down, he took a sip of his – now cold – tea, and told his mug.“Malfoy, I understand why you would need to attend this ball. What I don’t completely understand is why you asked me to be your date. Erm, I mean, fake date. You’ve plenty of blokes that would like to date you.”Harry felt his face tinting red and he blew into his mug, in an attempt to make steam come out of it and partially cover his face. It didn’t work. When he flicked his eyes up, it was to see Malfoy smiling smugly.“I did forget that you’re a total moron, Potter. Yes, a lot of blokes would like to date me but to show up with you, of all people, at my side? That’d be perfect.”

Harry was fed up at this point. “Malfoy, we had something, and you disappeared. We never talked about it. And now you use that against me, to have me at your side at a charity ball and I, I… Merlin, you know I’d say yes anyway, for fuck’s sake!”

Malfoy did wince at that, the smirk disappearing from his face. He was torturing a cuticle on his finger and cleared his throat. “Listen, I’ll pick you up next Tuesday at 7.30. Remember to wear a suit.”

Harry stayed there, staring at his mug and thinking about all the possible scenarios of the charity ball until a splitting headache started torturing him. He decided to go to sleep without having dinner, dreading next week’s arrival.

******

Fake smiles, fake caresses, fake kisses, fake words.It was proving to be a horrible night for Harry, who was washing his face in the bathroom. He probably overestimated his acting abilities, because it was becoming more and more hard to stay at Malfoy’s side and kiss him, or slightly brush their fingers, their hands or arms, to dance together, to stare into his eyes and smile to him. It came naturally, their bodies clinging together and searching each other of their own accord; Their movements attuned, their words linked. Whenever Harry would start saying something, Malfoy would finish the sentence in just the right way, with the right words, laughing softly, stroking Harry’s back or neck. It was driving Harry crazy.

Malfoy entered the bathroom shortly after; Harry was bent over the sink, water dripping from his face. He turned to look at him, no words necessary: Malfoy strode towards him, pulled him up by his collar, pushed him inside a cubicle and kissed him hard, shoving his tongue into his throat, touching everywhere, panting, moaning. In a second, Harry was grinding against Malfoy’s thigh, desperate, hot, mouth going to lick his throat, hands sliding under their shirts.

They fucked hard and fast, Harry smashed on the door, Draco behind him, pounding into him with increasing force, whispering into Harry’s ear, “So good, so, so, good, Potter, I missed this, fuck yes.”Harry was an incoherent mass of whines, gasps, grunts, and “more” and “faster” until he spilled hot cum in Malfoy’s hand, right in time with Malfoy releasing his orgasm into him. Merlin, it felt right.They pulled apart, Malfoy tucked his cock in his trousers, slicked back his hair again, planted a kiss on Harry’s lips and exited the cubicle.Just like that. Harry took a moment to adjust his suit and made his way back to the ballroom, but Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. He apologized with the other hosts and ended up back home with an empty bed.

He saw Malfoy again a week after, soaked in rain, outside the door of his house. Harry was walking back home from work, to clear his mind, with an umbrella charm on himself to avoid the rain.He slowly reached the stairs that led to his door and climbed them, until he was face to face with Malfoy. Not only rain was streaming down his face.In a rush, Harry hugged him tight, afraid of losing him again. Malfoy hunched his head into Harry’s neck and started sobbing, uncontrollably, until Harry dragged him inside.

He used a drying charm over Malfoy and put on the kettle to make a hot tea. Malfoy was still sobbing, and Harry felt his own eyes stinging. He cleared his throat to take a hold of himself.“Malfoy, what happened?”

Malfoy sniffled and wiped his nose on his sweater sleeve. Harry had never seen him this wrecked. He looked up at Harry with puffy red eyes and started tripping on words.“I c-can’t do t-this, Potter. I j-just can’t.”Harry waited a few seconds for him to continue, but when he remained silent, Harry encouraged him.“What can’t you do?”

Malfoy opened his mouth to talk again but no sound came out; He gaped at Harry in a silent cry and Harry hurried to take him into his arms, rubbing a soothing hand on his back and lulling him slightly back and forth. Harry kissed his temple and whispered into his ear, to calm him down.“Mal – Draco, breathe. You’re worrying me. I can’t understand you if you don’t talk to me. Close your eyes and breathe, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”Harry felt Draco’s breath ghosting on his neck, making gooseflesh raise long his back. After some deep breaths, Draco pulled away and looked at their clasped hands. With a firmer voice, he managed to talk to Harry:“I know I’ve been shitty with you. That I’d show up, ask you something, be the usual git with you, kiss you, hug you, fuck you…and then, I’d just disappear like a true arsehole. But, b-but…” he stopped, looking somewhere behind Harry.Harry tried to supply him, “You don’t have to explain anything, Draco. You’re not in love with me. It’s okay, but you could have – ”

Harry didn’t manage to finish the sentence: Draco placed a finger on his mouth, caressing his bottom lip and he resumed.“Merlin, Harry, you’re so fucking blind. That’s not what – ugh. Listen, I’ve had some difficulties these past years. After the war, I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I wasn’t happy or sad or angry or troubled just… nothing, nothing at all. Do you know how that feels? I thought I was dead inside, I thought I couldn’t recover from it. And then you happened, and I started feeling something? I was… worried when you appeared in the papers, worried I’d see you with someone else. Happy when you looked at me, stupidly delighted when you kissed me or touched me and it – it scared me. Harry. It scared me because I slowly understood that I – I. I love you. And how can it be a good thing? You deserve so much better than the mess I am, and I have no idea how love works… I just don’t think I can live life like a normal person. Every time we were together you would look at me, and in your eyes, in your breathtaking emerald eyes, I would see promises of happiness, a family, love, children, a house, breakfast in bed, kisses, cuddles, and I’m not - I’m not ready for that, I’m not the right person for that. You deserve someone else, someone who didn’t make the stupid choices I did, and this, this awareness scares me so much because there’s nothing more in life I want than being with you.”

Malfoy’s hands were trembling towards the end of his speech; Harry stood there, trying to process what he’d heard, and recover from it.Draco had just admitted to loving him and to wanting Harry more than everything else in life.Harry’s heart was doing somersaults; He took Draco’s face between his hands, kissed his nose. Then his eyes, his forehead, his cheeks, his chin, his ears. Light brushes of lips against skin. He kissed Draco’s tears away.

“We’ll work on everything you need together, Draco. The important thing is that we are together. I don’t mind as long as I can be yours. Just promise me something. From now on, we’ll be honest with each other.”

Draco squeezed Harry’s hands and smiled softly, whispering, “Ask me to stay.”

Harry’s eyes brightened. He asked, voice shaking with emotion, “Stay.”

And Draco stayed. Forever.

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forever-forgotten-angel · 5 years

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Late Night Visitor

Summary: A bit of platonic Thomas/Virgil. It’s good for the soul.

Already 2 months into the year and this is my first fic post. It has been a while. I am trying to work on my chapter fics but my muse is uncooperative and life is a bit crazy right now. I hope to have more stuff out soon though. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this little story!

Virgil barely caught himself from falling out of bed as he shot up sharply.

His breathing was erratic as he took in the familiar surroundings, grounding himself back in reality. The sounds of his own screams fading into the ocean waves of his noise machine. The feeling of heat on his skin fading into the feel of silky sheets. The sight of his host, lying motionless on the ground surrounded by a pool of red fading into his bedroom, dimly lit by his bat-shaped night light.

He grabbed his cat pillow and clutched it tightly as he attempted to go through his breathing exercises and settle down. He managed to get his breathing back to normal and slow his racing heart. He glanced at his clock revealing it is barely past one in the morning. He’d only been asleep for around an hour or so.

Despite knowing he really should sleep more, he couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes again and risk returning to his hellish dream. So he sat up, grabbed his phone and headphones and started blasting music as loud as he could before opening up a game to distract himself.

It wasn’t exactly working, his mind still lingered the terrifying images. After a while, his phone died and he groaned, getting up to put it on charge before laying back in his bed. He stared up at his ceiling, his eyes tracing the lines of the mural Roman had insisted on painting for him there, just to give himself something to do. He fidgeted restlessly, feeling tired but unable to go sleep.

He knows he’d probably feel better if he went up and checked on Thomas, but doing so would risk waking his host over a damn dream. What was even more stupid in Virgil’s opinion was the fact that he was Thomas’s anxiety. He could feel that his host was alright and not in danger. Yet he still knew his worries wouldn’t ease until he saw the YouTuber in person.

By the time it rolled around to three thirty am and Virgil still couldn’t relax at all, let alone get some shut-eye. He finally resigned himself to taking the risk and going to check on Thomas. At this rate, his nerves could just as easily wake the host as him rising up and checking on him anyway. He’ll only stay up for a minute or two. That should be enough. With his decision made, he climbed out of bed again, taking a deep breath before rising up out of the mindscape.

It was silent in Thomas’ room as he peered through the darkness. He couldn’t help thinking that Thomas should really get a night light. Not only did they reduce the risk of falling if he needed to get up for a drink or to use the bathroom, but if someone broke into the house it would make it a lot easier to find his phone to call for help, a makeshift weapon, an easy escape route, etcetera. Virgil thought perhaps he should make up a plan in case of a break in for Thomas soon. And get him a night light.

He walked slowly over to where he knows Thomas’ bed is based off of memory, hoping the man doesn’t have anything laying on the floor for him to step on. He managed to make it to his host’s bedside without incident and stared down.

He can just see the outline Thomas’ form with the moonlight coming through the window. He looked fine. Virgil should have been okay with just that. It should have been enough. Except….he was laying so still. Virgil tried to look harder, closer, to see the movement of his breathing, but the crescent moon did not provide enough light to see the small movement.

Instead of helping him, seeing Thomas made things worse. He knew it was dumb. He could feel Thomas was alive and well, but for some reason he just couldn’t accept that. He had to know for sure. An idea came to him. He hesitated, this would really be risky. He was already here though, and determined not to leave without assuring himself.

He lowered himself onto Thomas’ bed slowly and silently. He refused to even breathe as he leaned down and pressed his ear gently to Thomas’ chest, praying to any deity that would listen to him that his host would sleep through it. A wave of relief washed swiftly through him as he heard the first thump of Thomas’ heartbeat. He told himself he would only listen for four more thumps and then he would leave.

He didn’t anticipate being trapped in that position by a pair of arms. He panicked, thinking Thomas had awoken and was going to be really weirded out by Virgil, but when he finally glanced up he saw his host still fast asleep. Virgil was puzzled, but ended up brushing it off. Thomas was an affectionate person, Virgil supposed he must have felt someone pressing against him in his sleep and subconsciously moved to snuggle his new bedmate.

The why didn’t really matter anyway as Virgil had a much more pressing question to answer; how the hell was he going to escape Thomas’ hold without waking the host? There wasn’t enough room for him to slip away, he couldn’t think of any way to move Thomas’ arms without waking the man, and even sinking out would drag Thomas with him at such close proximity. Basically, he was stuck.

His breathing was getting erratic again as he thought about what was going to happen when Thomas woke up and found him there which led him to panic about his erratic breathing waking the man even sooner which only made him breathe even more erratically as the panic grew. It took him a minute to find the strength to take a deep breath and try to calm down so he could think. He stayed as still as possible against his host as he pondered the situation.

There was really nothing he could do without waking the host except for wait. Surely Thomas would shift in his sleep at some point which would give Virgil the chance to get out. He just had to wait for that opening. He calmed now that he had a plan and focused on Thomas’ hold around him, waiting for any sign of loosening or movement.

It wasn’t long before he discovered a flaw in his plan. By focusing his attention on Thomas’ grip, he actually felt it. Really felt it. The warmth wrapped around him, Thomas’ heart still thumping rhythmically against his ear, the secureness of being held tightly. It was all so nice, and he was quite tired after only sleeping (and not even restfully sleeping) for an hour and spending a lot of energy panicking. This really was quite a comfortable position he was in. He tried to fight it. If he fell asleep he had no chance of escaping and Thomas would find out what he was doing and probably be freaked out or think Virgil’s so pathetic that he can’t even handle a little dream. He has to stay awake. He is asleep within twenty minutes.

Thomas Sanders let out a contented sigh as he felt his dreams fade and his mind wake up again.

He’d been having a pleasant dream about playing in a waterfall with his friends and sides. The large fall was so majestic and the water was cool as it crashed against his skin. They were all taking swimming through it, playing around in the water and having a splash war when it wasn’t their turn. He was sure he was winning. He smiled as he remembered all of their laughter ringing through the air. Still, despite being slightly sad about leaving his dream before he was declared the victor of the splash war, he couldn’t complain. After all, waking up wasn’t so bad either. He was laying in his nice cozy bed, he could feel the sunlight begging to stream through his window, the body against him was so warm and cuddly and…….wait. He did not remember having someone in bed with him when he fell asleep.

His eyes flew open as did his mouth, ready to call for Virgil to help him in case this was a stranger or something when he saw the face below his chin and realized the was no need to call for the anxious side to protect him as he was already here.

Thomas tilted his head to the side, puzzling over the sight. He blinked a few times to make sure he was not still dreaming but no, he was awake and Virgil really was wrapped up in his arms. He was certain Virgil was not there when he fell asleep, so when did he get there? And why?

He was tempted to wake the side and ask but couldn’t bring himself to do so. He’d never seen Virgil looking so peaceful before, and he didn’t want to ruin it. Besides, it wasn’t like he was in any rush to get up anyway, so it’s hardly a burden to stay as he was for a while longer. He managed to lean over and snag his phone from his nightstand, though he’d had to bite his tongue in order to refrain from letting out a squeal as Virgil whined softly in his sleep when Thomas leaned away and attempted to snuggle closer. It was so freaking adorable! He debated taking a picture, but thought it rude to do so without permission so opened a game instead. He skillfully played with one hand as his other absentmindedly traced shapes on Virgil’s side.

It wasn't too long before he felt Virgil stirring in his arms. He looked down to see chocolate eyes fluttering open and blinking against the morning light. He knew it was cliche but couldn’t resist. “Good morning Sleeping Beauty.” He greeted Virgil with a bright tone and a large grin.

The waking side suddenly froze in his arms, with no returning greeting forthcoming. He frowned as he could almost see Virgil’s mind spiraling as the side’s breathing sped up. He placed his phone down so both arms could wrap around Virgil again, holding him securely and gently rubbing his back. “It’s alright Virgil. Calm down. Breathe with me. Four, seven, eight. That’s it, you’re doing good.” It took a good few minutes but it seemed to work, Virgil’s breathing slowing and matching Thomas as he calmed. The side was silent for a while afterward, though his mouth opened as if to speak a few times. Thomas waited patiently for whatever he needed to say, enjoying holding him close in the meantime. “Thank you.” Thomas smiled softly as his companion finally spoke. “Any time.” Silence reigned once more but only for a few moments. “I’m sorry.” Thomas was confused by this declaration. “What for?” Virgil shot him a look as if that should be obvious while gesturing to their current position.

Oh.

“Ah yes, I was wondering when you got here.” He admitted. “Not that I mind having a spontaneous snuggle buddy.” He added as he gave Virgil a small squeeze, hoping it would ease away any concern he had that Thomas was mad at him. The action managed to elicit a brief smile from said snuggle buddy before he fidgeted in Thomas’ arms and began his explanation.

"I um...I had a nightmare. And you...you were dead. I couldn't protect you. And then I woke up I just...I wanted...I needed to know that you were okay. So I came to check on you but you were sleeping so still it reminded me of..." He chokes up a little but pushes on. "I just wanted to hear your heartbeat for a second. But while I was listening you must have felt me because you kind of...hugged me. I didn't want to wake you as you don't get enough sleep as is and I figured you'd move eventually and I could get away but I kinda...fell asleep." By the time Virgil finished his explanation he was mumbling and looking down, seemingly embarrassed about what he had done.

Thomas thought it was one of the absolute sweetest things he’d ever heard. “That is really sweet, but you should have woken me. I could have reassured you I was perfectly fine and I would’ve gotten to actually enjoy cuddling you.” He gives Virgil another squeeze as the side looks up to see Thomas smiling at him. “You’re not upset or freaked out or-” He cut Virgil off with a third squeeze. “Of course not. I’m always here if you need me.” Thomas’ smile grew wider as Virgil fully relaxed and gave a smile of his own.

“Right back at you. About being here if you need me and all.” Thomas already knew that, but he certainly didn’t mind hearing it said. “I know V. Trust me, next time I have a nightmare, you’re waking up with me in your bed.” Virgil laughed at the words but nodded in instant acceptance of his fate. Thomas can’t say for sure, he may have imagined it, but he thought he heard Virgil mutter under his breath. “I’m looking forward to it.”

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TITLE: good dreams make you bleed Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk) Rating: PG13 Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2,081 Trigger Warning/s: Swearing Disclaimer: This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you!

Summary: i made reservations at a restaurant and the hostess informed me about my company that has already arrived and hey it's you ???? au

Jeongguk is a painter by law. Babysitter by choice.

It started when doing commissions all throughout his junior and senior year of arts school became too much for an arts major to handle all at once because, as his mother once said when he went back home to Busan for a short break ‘you’re in the last two years of your college which also means things get hard and even harder. At some point you have to drop a responsibility or two if you still want to walk the damn convention center and get the diploma yourself.’

Commissions and extra money for better dinner and boba teas be damned. Jeongguk gradually had less commissions coming in and some days and weeks, no commissions at all. He had actual plates and actual student stuff he has to finish unless he wants to repeat his past mistake of almost submitting a commission as his final project.

Jeongguk is officially a graduate. Unemployed definitely not by choice.

The period where he was waiting for his graduation up to the present, the man was busy babysitting on the side, doing some commissions and having art classes for kids during month-long summer camps nearby. Although he hates kids between the ages of six to twelve, it will have to do if he wants to be all mighty and independent as all people born under the sign of virgos do.

“Jeonggukie, Sanhi kept on moving and now my lines are messed up!” One kid from his class that day wailed, pointing to his ruined drawing sheet.

“That’s enough. Sanhi would you mind saying sorry and then finish your work on my table instead?” He reprimands and gives the kid with the ruined sheet, Miri, a new clean one. Jeongguk helps the naughty little boy move farther as not to cause more chaos and goes on with checking the works of the rest of the class.

“Remember to clean your brushes before packing up!” He reminds the kids who thought nodding once or twice would be enough to let their teacher know they heard him.

Eventually he gets tired and sits at the corner, checking the time. Only 43 minutes left until class ends and he can go home and wallow in self-pity. He checks the notifications he didn’t mind during the early hours of the class and figures he can reply to some (hoping some of these were commissions).

From: Joon-hyungoo Jungoo are u gonna go grocery shopping today?? Let me know so I can do it Press 1 for more info.

From: unknown Good afternoon! This is the guardian of Haechin. Do you mind keeping her company for a little while? I won’t be able to make it on time from where I am now. I’m sorry for the trouble.

Jeongguk ponders for a moment before checking the time again, seeing that there are 22 minutes left.

Haechin is the little girl with different hairstyles adorning her head everytime she shows up and her Sofia the First bag she always carries that contains more packed snacks than school materials.

To: Joon-hyungoo Got held up hyung !!!! Can u do it hhhehehek

To: Unknown Hello! I’ll be waiting in the classroom with Haechin. See you!

Later on the kids were dismissed, their parents slowly coming in to check on their child packing up and cleaning. Jeongguk taught the kids that cleaning up the work area is important and all that shit. He calls Haechin over and tells her to occupy the teacher’s table as he cleans up the rest of the materials and his own personal belongings as they wait for Haechin’s guardian.

“Daddy!” Haechin explains and waddles to the door. Jeongguk looks over to where she ran off to, expecting the guardian who was always taking Haechin to and from the art classes only to see a different person this time. He opts to make the connection that this man must be the guardian in the text messages.

Jeongguk shortly wonders if the usual guardian getting Haechin from his classes was the mother or a babysitter. The woman could pass for a mother although she’s young and petite.

The man (in a suit. Definitely not a baby sitter because he doesn’t think babysitters baby sit in suits. Or maybe this is a different household with different house rules?) squishes Haechin’s cheeks to greet her and asks questions about her day before putting his attention to him.

“Hi! Thank you so much. I’m really sorry for this I could not leave for work earlier to make it on time here.” The man in suit who definitely isn’t the babysitter says, extending a hand to Jeongguk.

“Oh. No worries, I don’t have to be somewhere else after this. So. It’s okay, really.” He says, shaking the man (again, in a suit) that was extending his hand to him.

“We’ll get going, I guess. See you soon…” The man trailed off, realizing the two adults do not actually know each other.

“Jeon Jeongguk.” He introduces himself. “I’m the teacher… obviously.” He chuckles.

“Kim Taehyung. I’m Haechin’s dad.” The man in suit says. “It’s getting late so we’ll head out.” He waves and takes a hold of Haechin’s hand.

“See you tomorrow, teacher!” Haechin waves and Jeongguk makes the same gesture before muttering a “bye!” just loud enough for the two to hear. On their way out, voices that could only be attributed to the daughter and father duo in the hallway discusses what to have for dinner and the daughter replying with what she wants for her packed snacks tomorrow instead.

The shared apartment sounded eerily quiet and the locked door could only signify that no one was home as of the moment. Jeongguk makes his way to the kitchen only to find a cup in the sink that Namjoon or Hoseok probably used, and assumes that the two went grocery shopping and sending a silent prayer that they don’t miss something essential for Jeongguk’s daily routine (His fortified milk).

The sound of the passcode being punched in outside resonates throughout the apartment, signaling the arrival of the two and as predicted, the sound of numerous supermarket bags being carried into the kitchen. Jeongguk rushes to aid the older men in carrying the large bags before setting them on the counter.

“Why did you get home late? Didn’t I tell you that your curfew is only ten in the evening? Stop spending your lunch money on liquors and cigarettes. Study, Jeongguk.” Hoseok makes a big show of portraying a hardworking mother with a low-class financial background, Jeongguk being the deadbeat son.

“You’re so full of shit, hyung.” He deadpans before laughing at the latter’s antics. Namjoon goes straight for the coldest pitcher of water from the fridge and pours himself a glass, ignoring the usual banter of the two.

Jeongguk checks the fridge if it has been stocked up with fresh groceries (and to make sure his Hoseok hyung does not put another toothpaste in the freezer just because he can. The toothpaste tube ended up in the side of the sink for a whole three days to defrost and to properly be used). Jeongguk decides not to mention the nut tarts that are in the fridge that surely cost more than usual as it was a delicacy being sold in the local supermarket.

After a quick dinner all by himself as he got home late and the two already had their share of the dinner, Jeongguk retreated back to his room to check his other works in progress. One of his wips.

(“The fuck is a wips?” Namjoon asks, incredulously.

“Work in progress, hyung.” Jeongguk answers, half-annoyed his cereal was halted halfway to his mouth. “I thought it meant what in actual phuck.” Hoseok supplements, aiming to high five Namjoon across the table.

The three men laugh at the light joke over instant noodles for snacks.)

“Look at this baby… You’re only lacking a background and a few details, right?” Jeongguk talks to one of the paintings for a client. “Yes… I’m just going to save what’s left of these decent pants and I’ll give my full attention to you.” He sighs, walking over to his drawer full of clothes then to the bathroom.

Jeongguk gets back to his room with his face slightly wet from being washed and a few droplets getting to his top. With a soft playlist of live performances from various ballad artists from youtube, Jeongguk gets to work, opting to not do a grand background and only fixing minor details on the painting.

For Friday class Jeongguk had prepared his 17 students their own sheet of paper with a large initial of their first names covering the whole page. The students were bound to think they are in for another game that will surely get the whole class chaotic. Jeongguk promised to never again host another game (someone used a permanent market on the whiteboard that took ages to get off. He looks at the faint mark left on it). Everyone erupts in murmurs and Jeongguk listens to the crazy ideas of toddlers.

“We know how to do the alphabet though.” One wondered aloud.

“Teacher, why is my H bigger than Aehoon’s A?” One asked thoughtfully. “Teacher, Gonghoon wrote on the paper already!” Someone chastised his classmate.

“Okay, listen toddlers.” Jeongguk gathers their attention. Once settled, Jeongguk asks the little children to draw inside the big letters in order to describe themselves. He scans the faces of the children as some were left confused, some already forming ideas, and some were too busy folding the corners of the sheets.

Jeongguk settles to watch over the kids from his place, from where he can see all of them in one vision, with a rough overview of their artworks. Some dived in into work while some were busy watching the others work. He goes around at some point to assist students and to reprimand one for almost ruining a clean sheet of a classmate.

The class ends soon, Jeongguk signhs in relief at the realization that it’s the weekend, he can work on some commissions and rest. He tells all the children to clean up after themselves and to take home the unfinished work and finish it at home. Jeongguk cleans up the rest, only residing to his table once he has managed to fix the mismatched crayons to their proper boxes. He notices that Haechin is tugging at his pants, only the two of them in the room after having the other kids driven home by their guardians and parents.

“Is my daddy not here yet?” Haechin asks.

“Haechin, how about we draw something else? Your father said he’s having trouble looking for your favorite candy right now so he’s running late!” He comforts the child, although he also wonders who’s going to be at the door to get Haechin.

“Haechin?” A familiar voice makes way through the door.

“Daddy, teacher said you got me my candy?” Haechin greets his dad.

“I’m sorry I had to compromise so she wouldn’t feel bad.” Jeongguk rushes to apologize to the distressed father. He does not even know if Haechin is allowed near candies. Save him for panicking.

“It’s okay.” Taehyung smiles apologetically to the man before turning to his daughter. “Baby, your candy is so hard to find, I went everywhere for it but it’s gone?” The father consoles the little child.

As cute as the scene is in front of him, Jeongguk checks the time and he really should be closing his classroom now if he wants to make it home on time before rush hour picks. He tells the same thing (except for the getting home because his car’s coding hits on Fridays so he takes the public transportation) and the father and daughter duo rushes to get home but not before apologizing profusely courtesy of the man.

Haechin waves at him and he manages to choke out a “don’t forget your homework!” and the father smiles at him before the two disappears behind the door.

That night Jeongguk stays up in front of his laptop, using it as a heater on his lap as he browse through his emails and blog. An email confirming a dinner meeting with a new client was opened up to a new window, the secretary of the client of his informing him the details for tomorrow night (as it is the only available time for the busy man, apparently).

[end]

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