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letarasstuff · 3 years

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Get-Along-Shirt

(A/N): This was requested by an anon and is based on this post. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it :)

Summary: The Hotchner-Siblings get their own ‘get-along-shirt’. What kind of chaos is going to happen?

Wordcount: 1.4k

✨Masterlist✨ ________________________________

Some days Hotch asks himself why he and Haley thought it would be a good idea to have two children this close in age.

Just a few weeks prior (Y/N) turned 13 and it seems to the single father like it was the beginning to endless teasing, arguing and fighting between her and her one year older brother. Without a fail they constantly clash against each other and drive the other one up the wall. Hotch swears he grew more grey hairs in the past two weeks than in the years prior.

“I tell you one more time, Jack Hotchner, and if you once again choose to ignore my advice I’ll get up tomorrow morning and choose violence. Do. Not. Touch. My. LABELLED. Food. OR I’LL CUT OFF ALL YOUR FINGERS AFTER PULLING OUT ONE NAIL AFTER ANOTHER. DO YOU UNDERSTAN-” “(Y/N) Hotchner”, Aaron cuts her off, “If you continue screaming like that your eaten meal is the least of your problems.”

Huffing the teenagers drops the sentence and sits down on the couch in the living room with her arms crossed over her chest. Jack looks at her and sticks out his tongue. “Wow Big Brother, didn’t pick you out to be that mature.”

“At least I’m not the one, who gets bitchy about food”, he responds. “Well, because you had food that was not yours an you aren’t bitchy, because you are not hungry”, she retorts. “I’m not the one, who gets craz-”

Suddenly Hotch groans. “You know what. I am done. You two stress me more than a hostage situation with a psychotic alpha male.” Then he gets up and leaves the room. Confused the siblings look at each other until their father comes back.

“This is your ‘get-along-shirt’ and I want you two to wear it together till it’s time for you to go to bed. No cheating, no fighting. You learn to get along in it.” With that the father tosses them a monstrous big white shirt with the words written in black Sharpie across the chest area. Unwillingly they slip it on, knowing better than to argue with him in his pissed state.

The rest of the evening goes relatively well considering Jack and (Y/N) were pressed to each other and only have one arm they can use. This is until they go up the stairs to their rooms.

“Jack, when you use your left leg I have to step on my right. It is that easy!” “No”, he declines, “It’s the opposite. When I go left, you go left. Think (Y/N), think!” It is a trial and error for straight five minutes, which Hotch watches amused. This is better than the evening program on the tv.

But the fun doesn’t last long. After the two teenagers get halfway up the stairs, they suddenly lose their balance and roll the whole way down. Immediately the father is right by their side, but they both swim in the fabric.

Due to the closeness and sudden darkness (Y/N) begins to panic. In her frenzied state she thrashes and scratches around her to get out. When Hotch finally gets them out of the shirt he is able to calm her down. Then he assesses the damage that is done.

Jack has several scratches and bite marks, left by his younger sister in her panic. She on the other side cradles her left arm and looks like she is close to crying. “What is it, Honey?” Aaron asks as he sees the state she is in.

The boy looks worried over to her, giving her a run down with his eyes. “My arm, I heard it snap I think. It really hurts.”

And so the Hotchner family find themselves in the ER at 12 in the night. A nurse gives (Y/N) painkillers at first, but they have to wait for their turn due to it being very busy on a Wednesday.

The whole time the older brother hovers over his sister, asking her if she needs something to drink or eat every ten minutes. As they are nearing 2 am on the clock he lets her curl up on his lap to get some sleep (the painkillers make her a bit drowsy) while watching her like a hawk. Or mother hen, choose your own take.

A doctor looks over her fracture at 3 am. Then she gets sent to get her x-rays at 4. At 5.30 am the teenager gets a cast in her favorite color. Jack, Aaron and (Y/N) are finally able to leave the ER at precisely 6 in the morning.

Now one can assume that the father has the mercy to take the day off and let his kids stay at home from school. But one assumes wrong.

“Ok, we are going to drive home, you are gonna change and get your backpacks and I bring you to school. After work I’m gonna pick both of you up, alright?” Both teenagers groan, but still know better than to argue with him, especially since they brought this upon themselves.

A quick change and wash later the three are back on track and right in front of the school. “(Y/N) if the pain gets too much go to the nurse and get her to call me at work, you understand me?” “Yes, sir”, she mockingly salutes and gives him a kiss on the cheek before stepping outside. Hotch holds Jack back.

“Watch after her. We both know that with that cast she is more likely to get herself hurt now than ever.” Jack nods confirmingly, remembering all the times his younger sister injured herself due to her clumsiness.

Not long after this he sits at his own desk at Quantico, rubbing his eyes and sighing constantly. The lack of sleep and the adrenalin crash from last night's event suddenly catch up to him. The team worriedly looks at him from the bullpen.

“He looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks”, JJ remarks. Spencer glances at the Unit Chief. “Maybe he hasn’t slept. I mean he has two teenagers at home and a huge workload on his desk. I don’t wanna live with his sleep schedule, but I’m also a blinker.”

“Why don’t we ask him if he needs some help? I mean we can divide his paperwork between all of us and he can go home early”, Emily suggests. But Morgan laughs at this. “Prentiss, we know Hotch. He wouldn’t give us any more work voluntarily. You have to claw it out of his hands or get it over his dead body.”

Penelope sighs. “I’m so sorry for him. He doesn’t deserve any of this. Did you hear the rumor that Strauss is again up his back? Can’t he get a breather?”

“You all are profilers for god’s sake.” Rossi mutters and climbs the stairs up to Hotch’s office.

“Hey, are you alright? I think you groaned more the last half hour than in your first two years here. What is it?” Dave takes a seat across from him. To his and the team’s surprise Aaron lets out a hearty laugh.

“You know how I told you that Jack and (Y/N) are arguing non stop? I took your idea and made them wear a ‘get-along-shirt’. This ended in a night at the ER, because (Y/N) broke her arm while falling off the stairs with Jack. But they both are fine and the shirt did its trick. Though I’m counting on getting a phone call in the next hour, so I’ll go get her and bring her here with a few heavy painkillers. She’ll be knocked out on my couch, so there won’t be any disturbances.”

Aaron continues to laugh every few minutes, whenever he thinks back to the angelic fall of his children, making the team worry even more. But they guess that a sleep deprived Aaron Hotchner is a less strict Aaron Hotchner and they aren’t going to complain. And like predicted, they get to see their favorite teenage girl less than an hour later, sporting a cast with many signatures.

It’s needless to say that they all fight each other off to be the first of them to sign it.

All works:

@agentshortstacc

Criminal Minds:

@averyhotchner

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x daughter!reader #aaron hotch x teen!reader #x reader #reader insert #x daughter!reader #x teen!reader #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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kevin-day-is-bi · 3 years

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For my dear @frenemies-to-lovers , who is my Knife Wife!! This did turn out on the long side, but I hope you like it!

It’s a Human Thing

Cardan was absolutely, completely, and totally in love with the girl in front of him. He was also not able to focus on how amazing she was because of how odd his human pants felt against his skin. Jeans, Jude had said, thrusting them into his arms. They, she had told him, were going to buy presents. And now they were in this store, this store that was bigger than the High King’s Palace in Elfhame, where everything was bright red. Jude had a list clutched in one hand and was pushing a shopping cart, as she had called it.

“Okay,” She said, turning the cart down an aisle. “We both need to think of something for Taryn. I am going to get her a new scarf. A human scarf.” She turned to me. “You need to get her something, too.”

Cardan frowned, staring at what they were walking past. He pulled one off the shelf and popped off the lid. It was a candle.

“It’s a scented candle.” He looked up at Jude. She was leaning on the cart and smiling slightly. “Sniff it.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, then sniffed the candle lightly. It smelled like vanilla. Cardan hummed and looked at the other candles on the shelf. He pulled another one off and smelled it. It’s light, jasmine. He held it out to Jude.

“Would Taryn like this?” She smelled it and nodded. He tossed it in the cart and they kept shopping.

This was going to be Jude and Taryn’s first Christmas since they were stolen. In Elfhame, they celebrated Solstice. They celebrated it much like they celebrated everything else, with drink and dancing until dawn. Cardan had been assured that they still had drinking and dancing for Christmas, but that there were a few important differences.

Vivienne and Heather were hosting a party Christmas Eve and Christmas day, and Jude had invited the original Court of Shadows to come. Somehow, three humans and six fae were going to fit into Heather’s incredibly small apartment. When Cardan had voiced his worry, Jude had given him a look.

Cardan received a lot of looks from Jude. There was a ‘you are being very annoying’ look, a ‘you need to stop drinking now’ look, a ‘you are making me very turned on in the middle of this important meeting’ look. Cardan felt he gained a new look at least once a week. This was a new one. He was pretty sure it meant ‘if you ruin this for me I will cut off your head with Nightfell’. So he had simply assured her they would easily find the space and changed the subject.

“Ok!” Jude said, tossing a soft-looking midnight blue scarf into the cart. “Ready to go? We still need to wrap them.”

…

“Explain the hat.”

“It’s a human thing.” Cardan raised his eyebrows, looking skeptical. Jude sighed and plunked the red-and-white hat down on his head. “There’s this story they tell kids, I don’t know where it came from, but this fat old man goes around the world Christmas night and delivers presents to all the kids who have been nice, and coal to all the kids who have been naughty.”

“Is he a fae?” Jude made a face.

“Not that we know of.”

“But he is magic?”

“Yep.”

Cardan tilted his head, soft black hair falling over one eye. Jude had her hair pulled back in a thick knot, and Cardan found himself wishing he could run his fingers through it.

Decorating was more fun than Cardan had thought it would be. There was a tree - not real, Vivienne had said with a scoff. Real ones were messy, - and several garlands of holly strung over windows and doors. Heather had pulled out several boxes of decorations from somewhere. Jude had held the plastic and glass ornaments in her hands every time before she hung them up, seemingly trying to comprehend their existence. Cardan was helping, although he wasn’t entirely sure he was doing it right. There didn’t seem to be much of a pattern, it was more of ‘hang things up where you want’.

Oak was also helping, though he was doing more talking than hanging. Cardan found himself fascinated by tales of mortal school; hearing a fae child talk about lunch lines and playing games felt like the whole world was slightly tilted.

“Oh, and in art class we made Christmas decorations! We cut out snowflakes and glued them to blank CDs and decorated them with Sharpies and gems. I brought mine home.”

Oak ran to the door and dug around in his backpack, pulling out the ornament. It was slightly misshapen, with very bright red and green scribbles on it. Cardan raised a brow, but Jude grabbed it and hung it up right in the front.

“I hope you aren’t ruining the tree,” Vivienne called from the kitchen. Cardan examined the tree. It had several empty spots and looked as though they had simply thrown the boxes at it.

“No,” He called back, and Oak snickered. Vivienne came in balancing a tray of mugs and began passing them out. It was hot chocolate with white floating things in it.

“What are these?” He asked. Heather, having followed Vivienne in, gasped.

“You’ve never had marshmallows?” She looked horrified, and distantly Cardan wondered if she was as horrified as him on the first night Jude had kissed him. He doubted it. Oak jumped up and down, sloshing his hot chocolate down his arms.

“They’re amazing! They’re fluffy and light and sweet and you have to try one.”

Cardan hesitantly took a sip, catching a marshmallow as he did it. After a moment of thoughtful chewing, he nodded.

“I believe I do enjoy marshmallows,” He said, trying to get another one with his next sip. Oak giggled.

When Cardan looked up, he noticed Jude giving him another look. He had seen this look before. ‘You are incredibly attractive right now and I am struggling not to throw myself at you with wild abandon’ was the general meaning of it. Cardan was not one to leave and let lie, so he smirked at her, showing just a flash of teeth. Her chin jutted out, challenge ripping through her eyes.

Cardan went for another sip, but someone knocked on the door. Vivienne went to get it, but when she opened the door she inhaled sharply.

“It’s a fae,” She said, voice quiet. Jude and Cardan looked at each other and walked over. It was indeed a small fae, short and furry with distressingly long teeth.

“My King,” The creature gasped, bowing. “My Queen.”

“Yes, what is it?” Cardan was annoyed. He had hoped not to be called upon, just for tonight and tomorrow.

“Your pardon, Majesties. I was told to bring this to you.” The fae held out a cream envelope with a shaking hand. The thick red seal on the back had already been broken, but Cardan could see it was Madoc’s.

Next to him, Jude drew in a sharp breath. Cardan unfolded the letter and scanned the few short lines of text. Wordlessly, he passed it to Jude. She gave him a quick look and read the letter. Cardan was carefully still, shoulders tight. Her head jerked up to look up at him.

To Their Majesties,

I will arrive at sundown. I am excited to see the girls and Oak. I am bringing presents.

…

“He’s coming?” Jude stared, wide-eyed, at Vivienne. Vivienne was leaning against the counter, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. Her own cat eyes went huge, and she pushed off the counter.

“He isn��t supposed to be.” Vivienne set her mug down and put her hands on her hips. “He certainly isn’t coming into this apartment.”

Next to her, Taryn pursed her lips and shifted. She fixed her attention on her own cup of coffee and took a sip.

“Taryn?” Cardan cocked his head slightly. “How do you feel about Madoc coming over?” She mumbled something into her coffee, not looking at any of them. Jude spun to her, eyes narrowed.

“What was that?” Taryn lowered her cup and reached a hand up to push her hair over her shoulder. She still wasn’t looking at them.

“I may have invited him.”

“What?” Vivienne and Jude spoke at once.

“Well, he raised us! This is his first Christmas and he’s in the mortal world and we haven’t payed him any heed and I wanted to be nice.” Jude stared at her, horrified. “It’s not like he can ruin the whole day. Even he doesn’t have that much power.”

“He almost took over all of Elfhame.” Jude grabbed Taryn’s shoulders, shaking her a little. “He ruined our childhoods and almost ruined both Cardan and I’s reign! Why would you think he can’t ruin Christmas?!”

Taryn looked taken aback. Cardan crossed his arms. She really should have thought this through.

“I thought-” Taryn bit her lip. “Maybe Oak would want to see him.” Everyone craned their necks to see into the living room where Oak was furiously typing on a laptop. Jude was the first to snap out of it.

“Maybe, but if they miss each other a half-hour visit in the park does just fine.” There was something in Jude’s voice, and Cardan turned to look at her. There was anger and annoyance, but Cardan could see in the tightness of her mouth eyes that she was worried, as well. Worried and scared and hurt.

Taryn kept stammering, but Cardan stopped paying her any attention. He watched Jude, watched the annoyance and anger crest, watched her eyes turn stormy. She turned and left in the middle of Taryn’s pleading to Vivienne, who was just watching with narrowed eyes. Taryn stared after Jude. Cardan followed, nodding slightly to Vivienne as he went.

Jude stormed to her bedroom and stood by the small window. Cardan shut the door quietly behind them and perched on the bed. He remained silent, waiting for her to speak. She broke after only a few short moments.

“I don’t want him here.” Her breath was coming short and fast as she crossed her arms. “I don’t care if it’s childish. This is my first Christmas since I was six, our first break since Eldred stepped down, the first time we are together and not being attacked, not fighting, not having to plan and plot and handle Orlagh or Nicasia or Locke. I wanted a time where I could be with Vivienne and not be mad at Taryn and see Oak smile.”

She broke off, tilting her head back slightly. When she spoke again, it was softer than before. “He has been a presence in my life forever. Even before I knew it, my life was ruled by him. I just wanted this nice human holiday without him.”

Her voice rose, and she lashed out a hand and punched the wall. The plaster cracked ever so slightly, and Jude grunted softly. Cardan rose and skirted the bed, going to stand by her. He took her hand gently. Her knuckles were red, and one of them had split open. He glanced up at her face.

To say she was angry was to say the sea around Elfhame was wet. True, as he couldn’t lie, but vastly underplaying. Cardan had never wished more that he could lie, just so he could hold her and tell her Madoc wouldn’t ruin anything. But Madoc was in the habit of ruining things. Jude sniffled. Cardan looked at her in surprise.

“I’m not going to cry,” She said sullenly. “Unless it’s out of anger.”

Cardan hummed and pulled her close. He tucked her head under his chin and rubbed her arms. Cardan had found out that when Jude was upset, physical touch grounded her. Otherwise, she got in her head and spiraled into anger. Cardan, having the opportunity to touch someone he loved for the first time in his life, was all too willing to comply.

“I can’t stay here,” Jude whispered. “Not with him, not in the same apartment. I don’t want to fight, and I know he’ll ruin it.” She sighed, shoulders hunching under his grip. “I suppose we can go back to Elfhame.” She didn’t sound thrilled. Cardan wished he could just snap his fingers and disappear Madoc.

“If we go back to Eflhame,” Cardan said, mumbling into Jude’s hair. “We could spend the night in my rooms. We need not deal with anyone else.” She pulled back and wrenched her head towards the window.

“I don’t have a choice. I simply cannot be in the same apartment as him.” Cardan straightened. Spending Christmas alone was not the worst idea, but it was for Jude. Cardan wondered…

“Come back to Elfhame, and I will try to distract you.” Jude flashed him a smile.

“You always do such a good job.”

…

Jude opened the carved door. Hair dripping down her back from her bath, she slipped into a blood-red doublet and thick green tights. She sighed, relishing the feeling of the velvet and wool against her skin. It felt like home.

She squeezed out her hair, then braided it back. Cardan had said he had to do something, then left her to bathe. The bath hadn’t been pleasant, all her anger and fury and worry over Madoc coming out in great heaving gasps. When she had dragged herself out, she had sworn not to think about him for the remainder of the night or for Christmas tomorrow.

Someone knocked on her door, and she rushed to open it. She blinked in surprise. It was Fand, out of her usual armour and in a black doublet. Fand bowed.

“Your Majesty. The King asked me to find you.”

Jude reached back inside the door and found her boots, the comfortable worn leather supple beneath her hands as she laced them up. Then she followed Fand, slightly confused. Fand did not lead her to the throne room, instead leading her to a small dining room attached to Cardan’s rooms.

When Fand nodded at her and opened the doors, Jude was taken aback. Inside, someone had put up a large pine tree, and it was covered in bright berries and soft glittering cloths. The whole room seemed to shimmer, and wreaths were flung over every chair and onto the mantlepiece. But what was more shocking were the fae inside.

Surrounding the table were Cardan, The Bomb, The Roach, The Ghost, and Grima Mog, all dressed in fineries. Fand slunk by her and joined them, cerulean skin standing out against the soft browns and greens. The Roach even had on a velvet Santa hat, though it looked odd on him.

Cardan stepped forward, holding two spun glass cups of wine. He handed one to her, taking a sip of the other. Jude shut her mouth, which had fallen open slightly, and gave him a grin.

“Merry Christmas,” He said, the words sounding odd in his mouth. Jude laughed, taking Cardan’s goblet and setting both of theirs aside. She flung herself at him, hugging him tightly enough he gasped for breath. The Bomb cheered loudly as Jude kissed him. She reveled in the softness of his mouth. He put his mouth to her ear and breathed. “I love you with all of my shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous heart.”

“I love you, too,” She whispered back, laughing again and clutching him tighter.

Merry Christmas!!!

Thank you, @jurdannet and @jurdannetrevels, for hosting this!

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farfromsugafanfic · 3 years

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Sutures - Chapter Six: Locked In Love

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): mentions of sex, therapy, being chased by a cop (no violence occurs)

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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"Hello?" you said, as Skype connected you to your client. He said he was a college student in the emails you'd exchanged. When his face appeared on the screen you smiled and waved politely. He bowed, which looked awkward over the screen, but it made you laugh. "Kim Jinwoo?"

"Yes!" he said, his eyes widening his eyebrows brushing the ends of his hair which lay over his forehead. "Nice to meet you, Teacher."

"Please call me, Sumi," you said. "No need for the formality."

He nodded.

"So, today I'm not going to go over much English with you, but I want to ask you a few questions just to get to know you and find out how I can best teach you."

You opened up your notebook where you had previously written down the questions you wanted to ask. It would certainly be possible to have your clients fill out a form with all of this information beforehand, but you liked to ease into it and allow them to get comfortable. You couldn't help but smile when you felt the familiar weight of the pen in your hand, something familiar in such an unfamiliar place.

"Why are you learning English?"

"I'm studying abroad in America in a couple of months," he said. "I want to have a good grasp on the language before then."

You nodded and wrote down his answer. "Have you ever taken an English class before?"

"The required ones in school," he said.

You continued on with the questions pausing only to write them down. Your first meeting went well and you waved goodbye to the boy. He smiled at you, his lips full and his teeth white.

"I'm excited to begin our sessions," he said. "I wasn't expecting my tutor to be someone my age."

"I'm still older than you," you said, laughing. "Even if it is only a year."

The boy joined in your laughter. "I'll send you my schedule so we can set up our next meeting."

"Sounds good."

"I'm looking forward to it," Jinwoo said, his voice slightly deeper than before. "Noona."

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You and Yoongi sat on a plush love seat. Each of you clinging to either arm to prevent your thighs or arms from brushing. Yoongi barely looked at you; his face settled in a pout.

"So," the therapist said. "I've already talked with both of you individually and now we will focus on dual therapy. If either of you needs individual counseling, feel free to contact me."

The therapist was a young woman, older than both you and Yoongi, but too young to be either of your mothers. She had a friendly smile and a voice that cut through the air like a knife through butter; but you still found yourself fiddling with your fingers, digging your fingernails into the skin of your fingertips.

You'd thought about bringing your knitting needles giving yourself somewhat of an escape from the stagnant air surrounding you, but you didn't want to be rude. So, rather, you stewed in the stagnant air.

"Have you had your first urge yet?" The therapist's pen was poised on the notebook and her eyes flicked between both of you.

"Y-yes," you both managed to say.

"The first one is usually the hardest to control. Were you able to stop things before they went too far?"

"We didn't have sex if that's what you mean," Yoongi said. Your eyes widen and you want nothing more than to sink into the couch cushions. "Other than when we first met."

The therapist nods and writes something down on her notepad. "This will continue to be difficult for both of you, which is why it's important to have a close relationship, even though the end goal is to break this biological bond between you. What would each of you say is the hardest part so far?"

You both remained quiet. You still fiddled with your fingers wishing now that you'd brought your needles along. You felt a warmth come over your left hand briefly. You caught the sight of Yoongi's hand moving back to rest in his lap. His gaze, however, was still on you and your now still hands, his momentary warmth calming your restless limbs.

"We don't really know each other," Yoongi said. "We met only a few days ago and it's hard to find comfort in each other if we don't really know each other. And--"

"And we both got cheated on," you said. "It's hard to trust someone again."

Yoongi's gaze was on you again, burning a hole in your profile. You secretly wanted to reach out for his hand again and cling to it, because even if you weren't friends, even if you hated each other, there was still something that made you feel safe when your hand was in his.

"That's understandable," the therapist said. "Why don't each of you plan a date? Don't look at as a romantic gesture, just something you can do together to get to know each other a little better."

You nodded, but Yoongi shifted uncomfortably beside you.

"I thought the point was the break whatever bond there is."

She nodded towards Yoongi. "It is," she said. "But, you have to remember it's imperative to build an emotional connection with each other, because as the biological bond breaks it can cause severe mental health issues, which is why I'm here to help you. If you have a separate emotional bond, even just as friends, it will make severing the biological bond easier."

You and Yoongi nodded and you felt as he relaxed back down into the couch. Despite saying he didn't know you well, it seemed like he didn't want to know you.

Yet, you remember waking up that morning on the couch in his studio. At first, you didn't know where you were, not able to see much in the dark, but then you caught the faint glow of the computer screen and Yoongi's huddled shape in the chair. A blanket curled around his form and he clicked away aimlessly on the desktop, unknowingly bouncing his head to a beat you couldn't hear.

It was early in the morning. He either had gotten up early to work or had stayed in the studio with you the whole night. You weren't sure which was worse.

"You must be careful not to develop romantic feelings because the bond can still break and if someone has lingering feelings, it can cause them to continue to experience the withdrawals, which often in those cases is deadly."

You glanced at each other and smiles broke on both of your faces, the previous tension in the room dissipating into the air.

"I don't think that will be a problem."

---

It didn't take you long to figure out what you wanted to do with Yoongi on your "date". You saw him slouch as soon as the two of you stepped onto the bus. He'd worn a hat and a mask attempting to hide his identity as much as he could. You couldn't help but crack a smile at the way the boy sat at the very back of the bus. You sat beside him, the rough fabric of his black jeans brushing against the bare skin of your knees.

Even though it wasn't a real date, there was part of you that wanted to date again. Not Yoongi or anyone in particular, you just wanted to feel cared for again. You wanted to have someone who would wrap their hands around yours when you didn't have your knitting needles and felt anxious, someone to tell you everything will be okay. Another side of you wanted to be single, you'd been with Minki for three years, you'd forgotten what it was like to be alone.

The bus neared your stop and you softly tapped Yoongi's knee to signal it was nearly time to get off. The bus pulled into the stop and the two of you climbed off.

"We'll walk the rest of the way," you said. "It's not far."

"Would it have killed you to use one of the company cars?" he asked.

"This is my date," you said. "Now come on."

You were in central Seoul in the middle of the city and you felt Yoongi tense beside you. You looped your arm through his and walked in the direction of Namsan Tower.

"Hey!" he said, his arm squirming in your grip. "If someone gets a picture, this will look bad."

"We'll just look like a normal couple," you said. "If anything they'll pay less attention to you."

Yoongi sighed, his arm relaxing. You heard a small grunt of disbelief from underneath his mask, but he relented and allowed you to interlock your elbow with his.

You approached Namsan Tower--a large arrow-shaped building that jutted out from the middle of the city--and felt the wave of deja vu wash over you. The last time you were here you were gripping Minki's hand, a smile on both of your faces. You weren't really happy, you didn't realize it then, of course. You always told yourself Minki was the one, you told yourself that Minki was perfect. But, if the boy next to you now was any indication, you'd been lying to yourself.

"Don't tell me we're doing one of those stupid lock things," Yoongi said as the two of you entered the elevator and you pressed the button for the second floor.

"No," you said. "We're removing one."

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When you got to the Locks of Love, there was more than you remember, locks running all along the rooftop deck. There were so many locks it looked as if the walls of the observation deck were made from the locks.

Despite the mass of locks, it didn't take you long to find the one you and Minki had picked out. It was near the top of the short wall, pale pink in color with yours and Minki's initials written on it and a heart drawn around them. The rain had caused the Sharpie to fade slightly, but the initials were still clearly visible.

You removed a bobby pin from your hair, a shorter piece of your hair falling into your face. You tucked it behind your ear and wiggled the bobby pin into the lock.

"I'm guessing you didn't keep the key?"

You smiled sheepishly and laughed at your own stupidity. "We threw it in the Han."

Even though Yoongi still wore a mask, you could see his plump lips forming a smirk underneath it.

"What?" you asked. "We thought we were in love."

"You weren't?"

You sighed. "I don't know. I at least thought I was."

Yoongi didn't react, but you felt his eyes watching intently as you wiggled the bobby pin back and forth, trying to get the lock to release. After a few minutes of struggling, Yoongi stepped in front of you, his keys in his hand.

"Sometimes if you have a similar key you can trick the lock into unlocking," he said. He tried a few of his keys, a small one eventually slipping in the lock. He jostled it, but to no avail.

"How do you know that?"

He raised his eyebrow. "You really want to know that?"

You noticed a few people looking at the two of you suspiciously. The last thing you needed was attention, it was a risk to come to such a busy place with Yoongi anyway. You nervously turned the bobby pin around in your fingers.

"You think if we just pulled on it long enough it would come off?"

You laughed, only causing more eyes to dart your way. You sighed and tried the bobby pin again, not managing to unlock the lock. Frustrated, you threw it to the ground.

"I should've made a copy of the key," you said. "I couldn't have been so stupid to think it would really last?"

You knew you had been that stupid. You thought Minki was the one even though the moths in your stomach always told you differently.

"Hey!" you heard someone shout from the other end of the deck. "You can't remove those!"

You noticed the man--a cop--run towards the two of you and before you could process what was happening, you were running down the stairs and back down to the street.

At some point, your hand had fallen into Yoongi's. His hand gripped yours tightly as you followed only slightly behind him. You eventually fell into the crowd of central Seoul and ducked into an alleyway.

You both breathed heavily and Yoongi pulled down his mask to breathe more freely. His lips and face red, his lips in a pout. His hand still holding yours and your bodies mere inches apart, feeling each other's warmth.

"I'm so sorry," you said. "I didn't realize it was illegal and I thought it might be therapeutic to remove it. If we get caught, I'll take the blame, cause you're an idol and I've already caused you too much trouble..."

Yoongi laughed. "Shhhh, we'll get caught if you keep rambling." He let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. His chin rested comfortably on the crown of your head. His heart beat against your ear, in near rhythm with your own.

"Don't worry about the lock," he said, whispering, his breath tickling the skin of your ear. "Just because it's there doesn't mean anything. You don't have to love him, or ever have."

His arms loosen around you and you look up at him. You'd never seen him like this before; his voice deep and calm, his eyes calm and kind, his fingers lightly twisting the ends of your hair. His skin shone in the dimly lit alley and his back was against the wall.

"I think we're safe, now," he said. "I'll get us a taxi." He pulled the mask back up and held his arm out for you, allowing you to loop your arm through his again.

You walk down the street to find a taxi, most of which were full in the late afternoon. People push past you and vendors yell out their prices to potential costumers. You don't pay much attention to anyone or anything as you walk, but your eyes flit to a newsstand with its glossy magazine covers and airbrushed celebrities.

You suddenly catch sight of your face on the top right of a magazine cover. It was next to Yoongi's. You stopped, even the tug of Yoongi's arm didn't startle you from your thoughts.

You picked up the cover and felt tears coming to your eyes as you take in the headline, "Jang Sumi Cheated On Her Long Time Boyfriend With Min Yoongi?!" A small mention of Yoongi's ex was mentioned as well.

"Sumi," Yoongi's voice cut through your thoughts. "Come on, I'll explain everything in the taxi."

He tugged on your hand lightly and after a moment you place the magazine back on its rack and follow him, his hand completely enveloping yours. His hand was your only anchor in the choppy sea.

Eventually, Yoongi manages to wave down a taxi and the two of you climb in. His hand leaves yours as he tells the driver directions and suddenly you are overboard.

Everything that had threatened to spill over on the street now spilled over on your cheeks. You turned away from Yoongi, quickly wiping away the hot tears, wondering why it seemed you always cried in front of him when he was the last person you wanted to see you cry.

"I didn't want to tell you," he said. "I was hoping it would die down before you found out." He paused, taking a deep breath. You turned to face him, it was barely evident you had cried at all, but you felt some tears still threatening to spill over. "After everything with the shoes, Minki's been saying some things. He's saying you were still in a relationship with him when you slept with me. Don't worry, we haven't confirmed anything, most people think he's just a jealous ex, and intend to keep it that way, okay?"

"Everyone knows we slept together?" you asked. "They think I cheated?"

Yoongi reached out and moved the piece of hair your bobby pin freed and tucked it behind your ear. "I'm going to take care of it," he said. "Don't worry, everything will be over when we come back from Japan."

You nodded, wishing more than ever you'd saved the key, so you could unlock the lock and destroy it. Never having to think about Minki again.

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maggielindemanns · 4 years

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all mixed up - an elu social media au

summary: it’s simple really - eliott meets a guy at the bar, that guy gives him a fake number, and that fake number just so happens to belong to lucas. the rest is history.

[NINETEEN PART TWO]

[note: i’m putting my note here at the top this time but here is nineteen part two aka how the date went! i’m like . Scared to put my writing up but you know what, fear is my enemy and i’m posting to spite her so ! here is 3k words of elu date in the amu-verse i love you guys giving you all smooches on your foreheads <3 was gonna post this yesterday but i was attacked by the river i went tubing at so here she is rn instead <3]

Thoughts of nerves and excitement were crashing into each other and around the walls of Eliott’s head space at a million miles a second as he made his way to Lucas’ dorm. His heart didn’t even feel like it was beating at this rate, more like slamming against his rib cage and rattling up the butterflies existing in his stomach. He made sure to send Lucas a warning text once he was down the hall — “countdown from 30 & i’ll be there”. Lucas, 'ever the charmer having such a way with words, simply loved the text in lieu of an actual response.

Once in front of Lucas’ door, he took a deep breath before knocking gently, stepping back after to await an answer. Every second felt like forever to him, especially when he could hear Lucas shuffling around on the other side of the door. He just couldn’t wait to do this, he couldn’t wait to actually have Lucas to himself for real.

Lucas opening the door suddenly pulled Eliott from his thoughts, overwriting the mess in his head with thoughts of Lucas instead. He looked at Eliott, seeming pleasantly surprised, and smiled brightly at him. Eliott wanted to give him the world and then some.

“Demaury,” he greeted, “hey.”

“Hey yourself. Ready to go?”

“Of course. You look so good, I’m kinda jealous. Am I under dressed?”

“No, you’re perfect.”

“Oh stop,” Lucas scoffed, starting to lead the way out already, “let’s go before you hit me with any more corny lines.”

Eliott just smiled, following Lucas close behind. He got the door for Lucas going out of his building, grabbing his hand before he could walk too far ahead. Lucas didn’t let go, though, actually giving his hand a squeeze and smiling at him. The silence as they walked to Eliott’s car hand in hand was comfortable and familiar, and Lucas loved it.

When they both got into the car, Eliott went to start it, but hummed as if remembering something. Lucas watched Eliott reach into the back seat as he put his seat belt on, his brows furrowed.

“What are you doing?” Lucas asked, and Eliott wordlessly presented a lavender rose, seeming proud of himself. He looked between the rose and Eliott a few times before dumbly asking, “Is that for me?” and Eliott nodded, handing it to him. He turned it over in his hands before looking at Eliott again, his chest tight with the slight urge to cry. Yes, he was emotional over a single flower, sue him.

“I didn’t take you as the type for grand gestures,” Eliott explained, “but... something small to remember tonight is nice, right? Even if everything goes to shit and you hate me after this, at least we started on the right foot.”

“I could never hate you, this is so sweet, Eliott. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. You deserve nice things. Always.”

Lucas just smiled slightly and watched Eliott start his car, starting to tell a story about a basil plant he accidentally killed. Lucas found himself oddly endeared by that, as well as his story about how he Jackson Pollock-ed his way through an entire semester. That led Lucas to tell him stories of how he tried multiple times to get out of gym back in high school with absurd ailments, one time even trying to use appendicitis as an excuse. That cracked Eliott right up, and Lucas was proud of that. He loved making Eliott laugh, it was his favorite thing.

They eventually were pulling into the parking lot of a very cozy looking building. “Len’s Den” was lit up brightly across the top of the building on a sign, and vased plants marked the entrance, along with a glowing, red open sign. Eliott shut the engine off after putting the car in park and looked at Lucas.

“I told him about you,” is what came out of Eliott’s mouth. Lucas must’ve made a face of confusion because Eliott laughed a bit before elaborating. “Len, I told Len.”

“Like...owner, Len?”

“Yeah. It sounds so random, but he’s been looking out for me since high school. I’ve done it all in here — cried, yelled, laughed, all three at the same time maybe?” Lucas chuckled at that, and Eliott smiled a little. “Point is, Len’s taken care of me in ways I don’t have words good enough to thank him for. He’s important to me, and so are you. I hope it was okay that I did.”

I told him about you. He’s important to me, and so are you. Those words were echoing in Lucas’ brain, doing a number on his emotions. It was heady to think that he was important to Eliott, so much so that he wanted to tell people about him.

“Yeah, that’s—I’m honored. That’s always okay, really.”

There was a beat of silence between them, the two of them just smiling and looking at each other for a moment. Eliott broke their gaze by starting to get out and Lucas followed suit, his nerves creeping back up on him suddenly.

How he was supposed to last an entire night of Eliott being Eliott was something he wasn’t sure of. Maybe if he didn’t think about it too much, the obvious would become clear - that being with each other was easy. They’ve done this before. Easy.

Upon entering, a few things caught Lucas’ eye - the photo booth in a far corner surrounded by countless strips of pictures, a piano set in the corner across, art littering the walls that resembled things he’s seen in Eliott’s apartment. Other pictures and band posters covered the walls, too, but nothing Lucas was familiar with. Eliott grabbing one of his hands and gently pulling him along shifted his focus back to him.

“You’ve got your thinky face on,” Eliott told him, “what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing, I just...like how you this place is.”

“Just screams art-kid-trying-to-find-a-place-in-the-world, huh?” he asked with a crinkle of his nose. Lucas smiled and nodded.

“Oh, a hundred percent, yes. Now let’s get some mac and cheese bites in our system, they are what brought us here after all.”

Eliott brought them over to the bar space where they sat close to each other, Eliott noting Lucas’ slight struggle to get onto the tall chair. He laughed a little on accident, and Lucas kicked his chair, mumbling for him to shut up.

Lucas let Eliott kind of take the lead here, ordering for the both of them with confidence that Lucas admired. Eliott in his element was always lovely to witness, no matter what. Conversation points never ran out as they sat and chatted (even when the heavenly bites did, Lucas ate two rounds of them), and Eliott even got him to take photo booth pictures with him at one point. Lucas being fussy about how the pictures were coming out made Eliott laugh so, so much. Lucas was shocked no one came over and was concerned with what was happening in this booth.

“To have not wanted to take these to begin with, you sure have a lot of opinions,” Eliott teased, and Lucas rolled his eyes, pushing his head gently and telling him to focus. Being in close proximity like this with a beautiful boy like Lucas was not helping him in the crush department, not by any means.

To only be date number one, Lucas felt like he had known Eliott forever, and the idea scared him a little bit. To know someone for only a handful of weeks and feel like everything is new and yet so familiar and safe between them already was a lot for him. He didn’t usually do this, he didn’t usually allow himself to get to this point. Infatuation with no return. But he kind of liked it. A lot.

Soon enough, it was just the two of them left as patrons, the only other person in the store being Len himself, waiting to lock up. He didn’t even make an attempt to kick them out, though, and Lucas had a feeling Eliott had something to do with that. Rather than dwell on that thought, however, Lucas found himself wandering over to the piano, Eliott following close behind.

“Piano’s lovely,” he commented, taking a seat. Lucas took note of all the etching done into the piano, making him wonder if one day he would get to add to them. There were people's initials inside hearts, stickers scattered on it, and messy scrawl in sharpie of people who came here before him. He pat the seat next to him to get Eliott to sit beside him and he did, their knees touching and arms brushing against each other.

“It’s old as shit, honestly. In tune, though. I tagged it somewhere way back when, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Somewhere here...” His voice trailed off as he scanned the surface of the piano with his eyes, eventually humming in recognition and pointing for Lucas to see. Lucas smiled, realizing it was a raccoon, and nudged his arm gently. “What?”

“You and these raccoons, Demaury.”

“Spirit animal, what can I say.”

“Oh man, you’re a trip,” he sighed, plucking a few random keys of the piano. Eliott started laughing and Lucas gave him a look. “What?”

“Nothing. Just wanna say Len’s got a triangle if you wanna mess with that instead.”

“Oh, shut up, as if you play.”

“I’ll have you know I can play the Star Wars theme,” he scoffed, starting to pluck out the first few keys. “Mmh, and I do a mean Für Elise cover.”

“Cover? What the hell?”

Eliott simply started playing the first few notes slowly but surely. It sounded familiar to Lucas’ ears, at least until Eliott started playing a bunch of meaningless mess. Lucas laughed at that genuinely, like, belly aching laughter. Eliott stopped playing and looked at him, something warm erupting in his chest resembling love, but not quite there yet. Adoration, maybe, but strong. So strong, Eliott had to refrain from just grabbing his face and kissing him right then and there. He almost couldn’t think of anything else as he sat there, smiling fondly at the boy beside him.

Lucas wiped at his eyes, calming down after a minute or so and looked at Eliott, clearly amused. He cleared his throat and tried to be serious, nodding once. Eliott tried to stop smiling too, but he knew he was failing greatly.

“Mister Demaury, I have to say,” Lucas spoke, “I think you have a fine career as a pianist in the near future.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Why thank you. Means a lot from you, you know, since you’re an expert and all.” Lucas got the sense that Eliott was teasing him a little, and he looked at him, squinting a bit. “What? I was being genuine.”

“No, you weren’t, you’re an asshole.”

“Well. Prove me wrong, c’mon.”

“Let me think,” Lucas told him, sitting up properly and getting his hands on the keys. He decided to play one of the only songs that came to mind right now, one of the first songs he ever learned - I Love You by RIOPY.

He plucked out the opening keys slowly, feeling Eliott’s eyes on him, watching intently. Once he got a good feel for the piano, he played with more confidence and ease, not missing a beat. He surprised himself, granted he hadn’t played much in a while with school and everything, but he was glad he still had it in him. As focused as he was, he felt Eliott’s eyes shift to his face, and that made him glance over at him mid-playing, taking note of the glint of wonder in his eyes. He looked away before he could start to think about it too much, but what he wasn’t aware of was how Eliott decided that in this moment, he liked surprising people. And Lucas was surprising.

When Lucas plucked out the final notes, he took his hands off and slowly looked at Eliott, who was smiling brightly. Lucas suddenly felt shy under his gaze - he’d never actually played anything for someone before, at least not a piece in seriousness like this. Silence hung between them for a moment before Eliott spoke.

“Way to show me up, Lallemant,” he said, and Lucas smiled back at him.

“It’s no Star Wars theme, but...” Lucas shrugged, non-verbally finishing the thought. Eliott kept looking at him and seemed to be thinking about what he was going to say next.

“Lucas, can I be honest with you?”

The question caught Lucas off guard, his heart hoping for the best but his brain thinking of worst case scenarios. He pushed those to the back of his mind, though, and nodded instead.

“I...am in so deep with you. The way I feel with you is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.”

“Eliott—“

“Forgive me if that’s super forward but...I have to tell you, I’d go nuts if I didn’t.”

“Can I be honest, too?”

“Sure.”

Lucas felt his heart beating in his ears, his nerves creeping up on him. Being with Eliott was the easy part. Having feelings for Eliott and sharing said feelings was the hard part.

“I really, really like you too,” he said finally, “more than anyone I’ve ever met. Ever.”

Several more beats passed between them, the silence becoming the loudest thing in the room. The tension was suddenly palpable, too, at least to Lucas, and every thought that passed through his brain became nothing but please kiss me, please kiss me, please kiss me.

As if able to hear Lucas’ thoughts, Eliott took hold of his face in his hands before leaning in, just close enough for Lucas to close his eyes for a moment. He opened them enough to look at him when nothing happened, and Eliott smiled just a little.

“Is it okay? To kiss you, is that okay?” he asked. Lucas scoffed, making Eliott laugh.

“Yes, obviously, please do,” he told him quietly, and in that moment, their lips met and Lucas felt whole.

It felt like Lucas had waited his whole life for this moment - the kiss that all the books he’s read and movies he’s seen in his life talked about. The kiss that had your skin thrumming with desire for more, that made life feel like a movie, like sparks were flying. That’s what it was like to kiss Eliott. It was better than he could ever imagine it being, and he wished he could bottle this feeling up and carry it with him everywhere at all times.

When Eliott pulled away, Lucas felt dizzy with it, slowly opening his eyes and his brain feeling like a bunch of exclamation points were going through it. Eliott started to smile, but Lucas leaned back in, kissing him one last time to make sure it was real.

“Fuck, I’m so in love with you,” Eliott whispered, and Lucas wanted to scream from the rooftops about this moment. He wanted to live in this moment and with this feeling for all time.

•••••••

Lucas woke up comfortably warm, almost too comfortably, swimming in clothes that were definitely not his own. The only sound in the room was the gentle hum of a fan and traffic passing outside, letting Lucas know he was not at his dorm. That, and the fact that the room was too big anyway. The bed was also dipping beside him and he turned his head to find a very sleep ridden Eliott laying beside him. Eliott looked like an angel, the sunlight hitting him in the most beautiful of ways. If Lucas was a photographer at all, he’d be trying to capture this moment.

“Time?” Lucas mumbled, and Eliott blindly grabbed his phone to look, squinting at how bright it was.

“9:17.”

“Jeez...”

“Good morning to you too,” Eliott laughed, and Lucas breathed deeply, snuggling closer to him. Eliott wrapped an arm around him and pressed a kiss to his forehead, not saying anything else.

“You’re thinking so loudly right now.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. What?”

“Well...I’m lucky you’re here. Happy.”

“And?”

“I...have a proposition.”

“It’s 9:17 in the morning and you’re already using words like proposition? You’re unreal, Demaury.”

“Not the fact that I have one, just the word itself. You’re funny.”

“What’s your proposition?” he asked, looking up at him. Eliott continued to look up at his ceiling.

“My final. I want you in it. I want us to be in it.” Lucas made a curious noise, and Eliott continued. “I’ve struggled with a concept for months, like, since this course started, and I thought I had one. I really did. But I’m stuck with that and re-inspired, and...I want to do it on intimacy and human connection. I have to write a paper with it, so I wanna do that.”

Lucas sat up and looked at him, understanding what it had to do with him suddenly. Eliott looked at him, as if waiting for some kind of reaction.

“You hate it,” Eliott decided, and Lucas shook his head, running his hands through Eliott’s hair and smiling a little.

“No, just...intrigued, I guess. You’re makin’ a model out of me, Demaury, please just say you’re not putting us on a billboard.”

“No, no billboards,” he laughed, “just my professor. And the art panel at our school because they’re choosing one project to go in a gallery walk at the end of the semester.”

“Can we eat first? So I can think about it?”

“Of course. Please don’t be scared to tell me no, too, it’s okay,” Eliott insisted, grabbing one of his hands and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “It’s just a thought right now.”

“Okay.”

“Is now the time to tell you I’m the worst chef on planet Earth? Or should I have kept that in the vault?”

“In the vault, I’m out of here now,” he teased, and Eliott pulled the pillow from under his head and hit Lucas with it, making him laugh out loud.

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xialing-gf · 4 years

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school spirit

summary: mj does the most disastrous thing a high schooler could possibly do: fall for a cheerleader

wc: 1781

MJ loathed going to school sports events. Well, loathed was a strong word. She strongly preferred not to waste three hours of her life by screaming and shouting with teens who were way too interested in people kicking balls around. MJ’s idea of a school sports event was probably wildly exaggerated as she had never actually been to one and relied on movies and rumors to create an idea of what they were like.

As much as Michelle hated going to school sports events, she caved and agreed to attend a football game with Ned and Peter (only because that was the only way they would agree to play Super Smash Bro’s at her house during the weekend). They dragged her excitedly to the football game and chose front row seats so they could be closer to the action.

Michelle didn’t tell her friends that she brought a book with her so she could read it once they were distracted by the game. However, she didn’t expect to be the one who was the most distracted.

When Michelle was about to take out her book to read once the football game started, her attention was caught by the cheerleaders cheering on the track. Normally, Michelle would have just rolled her eyes at their peppy facade but her eyes landed on you.

You were one of the most enthusiastic cheerleaders as you always cheered the loudest and never faltered in front of an unimpressed crowd. Michelle watched in awe when you ran to the middle of the formation and the cheerleaders boosted you up to the top of the pyramid they formed. Waving your blue and yellow pom-poms, you shouted, “M-I-D-T-O-W-N! Go Midtown!”

Your eyes met Michelle’s when you scanned the audience and when you saw her stunned expression, you gave her a wink before jumping down into the net formed by your fellow cheerleaders’ arms. Right at that moment, Ned and Peter turned towards Michelle to ask her if she wanted to get snacks with them and saw the blush spreading across her tan skin.

“Who’s that?” Michelle asked her friends as she watched you continue to chant a cheer with the other cheerleaders.

“Whoa, Michelle. I think she’s the captain of the cheerleader team. She’s way out of your league,” Ned shook his head, chuckling when he saw the lovesick expression on your face.

“Do I look like I care?” MJ turned towards her friends with a deadpan expression on her face. Peter stifled a laugh behind his hand. “Fine. I’ll find out who she is without your help.”

Michelle watched you during the entire football game, making sure to look away when you glanced in her direction to seem disinterested. Once the football game was over, Michelle saw you and your friends head to the hot dog stand, so she bid a quick goodbye to Peter and Ned before walking to the hot dog stand. Ned honestly thought Michelle was going insane and called after her, reminding her that she shouldn’t be talking to you and she responded by flashing him the middle finger.

While you were giggling about a joke with your friends next to the hot dog stand, Michelle walked up to you after taking a deep breath and mentally preparing herself.

“Hi! I’m Michelle. Uh, you’re really good at cheerleading. I just wanted to let you know that,” Michelle managed to speak without completely stuttering, which she was almost never able to do with complete strangers.

“Oh hi! I’m Y/n. Thank you so much for your compliment! I really appreciate it,” You grinned at Michelle and Michelle nearly fainted. She swore that your smile had the beauty of all the stars in the sky combined. Pointing to the book Michelle had tucked her arm, you asked, “Is that ‘Turtles All the Way Down’ by John Green? I love that book!”

Michelle is shocked by your remark and replies, “Really? Me too. I mean, obviously, since I’m reading it.”

“We should hang out sometime. You seem like a cool person,” You casually remarked as you took a sip out of your drink. Surprise was evident on your friends’ faces as they observed your strange behavior.

“Yeah! We should. You seem like a cool person too. Okay, um, see you around!” MJ quickly turned around and walked away with her hands in her pockets. She had no clue that you watched her as she left with a hopeful smile on your face.

Michelle did end up seeing you a lot at school. You always waved to her, no matter who you were surrounded by. She waved back and you two shared a knowing smile. Peter and Ned were stunned when Michelle voluntarily asked them if they could go to a football game with her. At the football game, Michelle tried to work up the courage to talk to you again but when she saw that you were surrounded by more of your friends than last time, she decided against it.

Then, on Coming Out Day, Michelle had the opportunity to talk to you again. You officially came out as bisexual, which had shocked the entire school as no cheerleader had ever come out in the school’s history. Michelle saw you at your locker and decided to congratulate you.

“Hey Y/n! It’s me, Michelle. Congrats on coming out!” You broke into your classic smile when you saw Michelle standing behind you.

After you closed your locker, you gave Michelle a big hug. Michelle was stunned by your gesture so you explained once you pulled away. “Thank you for inspiring me to come out! Remember how you came out last year? That really helped me come out this year.”

“Oh, wow that’s so sweet! Thank you so much,” Michelle was taken aback by your reply. Nobody had ever told her that she had an impact on their life, much less hank her for coming out as a lesbian.

“Of course!” You beamed back. The bell rang, initiating the passing period before fifth period. Reluctantly, you two broke apart and as you began walking to your next class, you waved, “See you!”

“Yeah!” Michelle replied before practically skipping to her next class, joy overflowing in her heart. Her next class was geometry, a class that she despised being in and often slept in. But because of her interaction with you, Michelle was wide awake in her class and grinning while she doodled hearts in her notebook. Peter and Ned exchanged concerned glances, weirded out by MJ’s enthusiastic behavior; they figured it was because of you.

A few days later, you and MJ met in the parking lot of the school. Michelle was just about to drive home when she noticed you were standing by your car with your phone pressed against your ear, looking very distressed.

“Hey, are you okay?” Michelle asked carefully, approaching your car. You sighed, putting your phone down as you turned towards her.

“Yeah, but my car isn’t. The insurance company is coming and my sister promised to handle all the technical stuff since insurance will probably get here around the time her rehearsal ends. I just need a ride home.”

Without thinking, Michelle offered, “I can give you a ride home if you’d like.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up with hope upon hearing her offer and when Michelle nodded in confirmation, you threw your arms around her in a tight embrace. This was the second time you had hugged her this week and if you kept giving her hugs, Michelle was going to melt into a puddle. “Thank you so much, Michelle!”

“You can call me MJ,” Michelle grinned as she opened the door to the passenger's seat for you.

“I like your nickname. It’s so cute! Thank you, MJ,” You smile in response and Michelle nearly drops her car keys due to the overload of emotions she experiences from your simple response. When MJ drives you home, you decide to have a conversation about the book ‘Turtles All the Way Down’ with her. From this conversation, you found out that you and MJ had a very similar taste in books. Who would have ever thought that the cheer captain and a lonely bookworm could have so much in common?

Once MJ arrives at your house, she commented, “Your house is actually really close to mine. We live, like, one block away from each other.”

This sparked an idea and you took out a post-it note from your backpack and explained as you scribbled something down with sharpie, “In that case, here’s my number. I owe you a ride sometime since you gave me one today. Thank you so much again!”

MJ watched as you grabbed your backpack and bag of cheerleading gear before walking back to your house. Watching you disappear into your house, Michelle finally realized that she was developing a giant crush on you,

With the homecoming dance approaching, the majority of students were concerned about who they were going with. Michelle didn’t expect anybody to ask her and she wasn’t going to ask anybody out either, even though she desperately wanted to you out.

That was until Ned ran up to you during lunch with an excited expression. “There are rumors that Y/n is turning down all offers to go to homecoming, from both boys and girls. People think it’s because she’s planning on asking somebody out to homecoming.”

Suddenly, you felt a surge of hope. What if the person you were planning on asking out was Michelle? Ever since Coming Out Day and the day Michelle gave you a ride home, Michelle’s relationship with you had been shifting slowly but surely. Michelle went to every single football game just so she could cheer you on and watch your routines. You talked with her after each football game and often times, Michelle would give you a ride home and playfully tease you about your pom-poms.

At the last football game before homecoming, Michelle was supporting you in the crowd as usual and there was an abrupt shift from the usual routines as the song changed from an upbeat, dance song to a slightly slower, romantic song. Your cheer teammates surrounded you and hoisted you up in a pyramid as you held up a sign that said, “MJ, Hoco with me?”

All eyes in the crowd turned away from the game and towards MJ as she clasped her hands over her mouth in shock. There’s only one extra second of hesitation before Michelle removed her hands from her mouth and cries, “Yes!”

This is how Michelle ended up never missing another school football game in her entire high school career.

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wonderlander-i · 4 years

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How to nail a study date when you’re not even dating

Pairing : Beckett Harrington x f! MC (Eli Russell)

Warnings : none, it's pure fluff (if you exclude one bad word... Or maybe two 😂)

Words count : 2,5k

Author's Note : The world needs a little bit of domestic love and well... I'm an emotional ball of drama who'd rather spend a week working on this than read my school books.

*sends virtual hugs to everyone*

On the afternoon of a rainy autumn day, Eli stood by the closed window of her dorm room, watching the clear water droplets hit the glass then race down to the wooden frame. She smiled to herself. Being a sun att and all, she loved the summer. But there was something about the rain that calmed her buzzing mind. This whole season brought her soul to an unusual peace. The mixture of the earthy sweet smell rising from the ground, the unanticipated flashes of the lightning followed by the roaring thunder in the darkening sky, the steady beats of the drizzle when it meets the window. She hugged her arms tight, humming to herself a song. She barely noticed when the door opened, and Becket stepped in with a pile of books in a hand and a dripping umbrella in the other. He set the books carefully on her desk and looked around. She already had her hanging lights on the wall next to her bed, and they were casting a soft glow across the room. It smelled the gentle spice and freshly baked cookies. That was no mystery to him; she had something baked for him each time he visited.

Finally, his eyes landed on her. And he chuckled when he noticed that she was wearing a pink cotton onesie. He walked to join her by the window, where she was deep in her thoughts.

“It’s beautiful” He mumbled, looking at the rain pouring from the grey clouds.

“Yes” she sighed wistfully “And you’re late” She turned to face him, poking his chest.

“I had to fetch my umbrella”

She shrugged “Still not an excuse”

“I brought us some hot chocolate”

“That’s a damn good excuse”

He clicked his fingers, and two mugs appeared on the desk next to his books.

“I couldn’t carry them all the way to your room, it’s too cold outside”

“And you wouldn’t miss a chance to show off your powers” She rolled her eyes, amused.

“That’s nonsense” he objected, swishing his fingers to channel an air current around her. She crossed her arms over her chest as the air pushed her straight to her bed, making her fall on top of the mattress.

“you pretentious little–” She got up, but he was already sitting down next to her. He handed her one of the mugs, and the rich smell of chocolate persuaded her to let this one slip through. He opened one of the books on his lap.

“I found this one is the hidden aisle in the library, I thought you’d find it interesting”

“Pendragon: a history of mythical fire breathers” She read out loud “You mean to tell me that dragons are real?” her eyes lit up as she flipped the pages, stopping at the drawn image of a burgundy creature with fire bursting from its mouth. “The Morelth Nighthowler” She ran her index finger under the name “Burns his victims alive after trapping them in…”

“Slow down” He interrupted her laughing “You didn’t know?”

“How am I supposed to know?” She furrowed her eyebrows. “It’s not like I walk around asking people if leprechauns exist. Or how the dwarfs keep their beards perfectly trimmed”

“To answer your questions, yes and dwarfs go to barbers like anyone else would do”

“That was sarcasm!” She exclaimed “Wait are they really that short? do they really have a hidden pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?”

A strange warmth invaded his chest when he looked at her excited expressions. Born to a magical family, nothing was unusual or unbelievable to him. All the things that made Eli’s eyes go wide were mere facts to him. To be the one who introduces her to these small fragment of their world, of the world she lived far away from for most of her life, was an honour he didn’t believe he deserved. He shared all his knowledge with her, not holding back anything. And it made him... Proud ? No... Happy. Happy that she’d listen to everything he teaches her. Happy that she was passionate about those things the same way he was. Happy that she understood him.

“Eliana, your curiosity is a breath of fresh air” He chuckled “Let’s start from the beginning now shall we?”

She nodded, scooping closer to him so she’d get a better view as he flipped to the first page and started reading to her “Chapter one... “

Many hours later, he was halfway through the book when something clicked inside her head. She picked up a sharpie and looked at him with a strange glow in her eyes.

“It has been proven that his scales could be useful to treat battle wounds if they’re properly smashed and mixed with Hooded Skullcaps at high temperature to make a salve–”

He stopped reading when Eli leaned forward and started drawing lines from his cheekbones to his nose.

“What are you doing?” He asked her, crinkling his nose as he felt the ink running across his face.

“Playing ‘connect the dots’ ” she replied, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“On my face?” he arched an eyebrow, still confused

“Yes”

“With a sharpie?”

“Yes” she huffed; blowing away a strand of hair that slipped from her bun and fell on her forehead

“May I ask why?” He shook his head, waiting for her answer.

She didn’t reply, biting her lips instead as she studied his face, contemplating her work. After few moments of silence, she mumbled.

“Orion”

“Excuse me?”

“Orion, the hunter” A grin broke into her face. “Your freckles match the constellation”

He was speechless. He looked at her, his jaw dropping. How does she manage to make everything poetic? Moreover, for how long did she need to gaze at his freckles before she could join them up into a constellation? Did the Eli Russell really pay him that much attention?

“Right” He cleared his throat, looking away blushing. He took a sip of his drink “Maybe you can focus back on your lesson now?”

“You’re so bossy” she rolled her eyes, shifting her gaze back to the page he was reading.

“The Cordonian Gronkaloth dragon” He carried on “Though it was thought to be a descendant of the latter, was nothing compared to the Corpsebreath Pelagius, which was last spotted in the Irish highlands in 1783. With its ability to change the colour of its scales to fade in the surrounding environment, this beast represented a major threat to the kingdom…”

Eli smiled to herself, looking at him recite the history passages as if they were poetry. She loved the way he was passionate about it, as if he was lost in the words that ran from his lips like a sweet melody. Everything makes sense when it comes out of his mouth. It was his secret talent perhaps. His eyes twinkle with every name of a forgotten king he reads. The corners of his lips lift up to a discreet smile whenever he stumbles upon a reference from an ancient historian. Sitting there beside him, with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands and a blanket around their shoulders, was her favourite getaway spot. Just seeing him all relaxed in his world made her heart flutter. And she felt grateful that he never rejects her when she asks him to come over. Little did she know that he’d throw away any plans he had scheduled for the day each time she’d call him, that their study sessions meant more to him than to her. She was roughly the only person he’d be willing to read to.

“The prohibition law came afterward on January 1863” His voice ran through the room “banishing every act of… Eli, are you following?” He paused, looking at her from the corners of his eyes.

“You aren’t wearing a blazer” She ran her fingers across his arm, caressing the fabric of the dark green wool sweater that replaced his usual button-ups and blazers.

“I’m not” This came out more like a question than a statement, looking down at his sweater. “This is more suitable for the season isn’t it?”

“Well” she chuckled “It’s refreshing to see the ‘Always-put-up-together-Beckett’ cozy up”

“Excuse me?” He raised an eyebrow “Are you saying that I’m uptight?”

“Of course not!” She exclaimed “More like…constipated” She giggled, covering her mouth with her fist.

He glared daggers at her, but the smile that he was fighting to hide gave him away eventually.

“Very funny, miss ‘I wear pink more than I wear my own skin’” He smirked.

“That’s not true!” She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, which he easily caught before it made contact with his face.

“And you’re not wearing a pink onesie” He pointed out “With this... unicorns and rainbows pattern”

“But... It’s cute” She pouted, giving him the biggest puppy eyes she could manage.

Don’t say it Beckett.

Don’t give her the satisfaction of hearing it from you.

Her eyes grew more insistent, and he sighed defeatedly .

“Yes, it is cute”

Her face light up, mischief gleaming her eyes. “Hum...” She tilted her head to the side, looking at him thoughtfully.

“Eli, why do I feel like you’re going to make me regret saying that?”

“No reason”

Three minutes later, he was standing in a pair of pyjama pants that were identical to her onesie.

“Don’t say a word.” He said through his gritted teeth.

She was in the middle of forming a snarky comment, when loud music blasted from the room next door.

“Shreya!” Beckett groaned and walked to the wall, knocking on it furiously “We’re trying to study here”

“Can’t hear you over the sound of my one person party, you loner nerd” Shreya’s voice echoed over the song.

Eli exploded laughing and he turned back to face her.

“What’s funny?”

“Dance with me, Beckett” She smiled, offering him her hand.

Eli wasn’t the dancer, and he knew it. He pursed his lips, studying her facial expression to detect any ulterior motive behind her request. And when he found none, that she genuinely just wanted to dance, he gladly took her hand, joining her in the centre of the room.

“Don’t step on my toes” he warned her as he moved them both, guiding her around in swift movements.

“I make no promises” She twirled, her hair completely breaking loose from the bun, flying around her with each turn, then landing back to her shoulders. She looked up to him, biting her lips to cover a giggle as he missed a step while looking at her.

The song came to an end too quickly; the upbeat vibes were replaced by a softer serenade. They slowed their pace, and suddenly aware of how close they were, they stopped dead on their tracks. Eli looked down, a million thoughts rushing through her mind and each time she’d try to grasp them they’d fly away, leaving her heart in utter confuse.

Beckett Harrington was a handsome man indeed. Even if it took her a lot of time to realise it. He wasn’t just a pair of beautiful eyes, a strong jawline and the body of a Greek god in tight jeans. He wasn’t just the sum of perfectly crafted parts. He was more than that. He was the smartest man she’d ever met, with the heart of a lion and the good manners of a prince. And for the flicker of a second, she saw the heaven in his eyes.

He brushed his knuckles under her chin, and then lifted her head up to meet his gaze. She blinked, then looked up, her mouth gapping. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers running through the strands of his soft hair.

“Hello” She smiled shyly.

“Hi there” He breathed out. He clutched her hips gently, his eyes widening at how perfectly she fit between his hands.

He swayed her slowly from side to side, the soft light of her pink lamps reflecting on her eyes, turning the whole room into some sort of pink/purple-ish wonderland. She smelled like wild lavender and white honey, and he inhaled deeply, letting the scent flood his senses, making it even harder to focus.

It was like a snow globe. He wished he could be stuck in a glowing snow globe, dancing with her to the endless song his heart was beating to.

But why was he thinking this way? What has gotten into him? She’s just Eli... The same Eli he shares all his secrets with. The same Eli he’d give the last slice of his blueberry pie. The same Eli he knows like the back of his hand. The one who makes him feel ever so... Alive?

She was always something else, something extraordinary. With the way her face lights up when she walks by an ice-cream shop. How her eyebrows crease when she’s so focused. When she tears up after laughing too hard. The way she blushes when he pokes her little nose.

She lived with her head over the clouds, just like the golden sun. Always so warm, so dreamy. Nothing was so far beyond her reach. She believed that everything was possible. What was impossible is the way his heart raced with her in his embrace. It’s like a wave of sunlight was rushing through his veins. This newfound idea thrilled him in the most delicious way. His shoulders relaxed, his mouth curved into a euphoric smile. He gazed at her eyes, at the dilated pupils which starred right into his soul through her batting eyelashes. And he knew. He knew that these were the eyes he wanted to be lost in forever.

He blushed, muttering the first question that popped in his hazy mind.

“Did you put something in my drink?”

“No I didn’t”

“Then why am I feeling so... light headed?”

“I may have bewitched you” She whispered, her cheeks burning to match the shade of his.

Too shy, he stutters after planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“That, you did”

The next morning, Atlas walked into Eli’s room to wake her up for their usual training. And she was greeted by the sight of her sister and Beckett in a deep slumber. They were curled up together on the blanket fort they made last night with a lot of bed sheets and pillows. With her head resting on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around her smaller body, they were holding into each other like nothing else mattered. It was only them, snuggled up in their little world, surrounded by the open books of last night, the papers they scrabbled together, and Eli’s million sharpies.

Atlas groaned, slamming the door shut.

“Fucking teenagers”

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bethhxrmon · 4 years

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do flowers exist at night? -chapter three

Chapter Three: Don’t Lose Your Head

Pairing: Steve Harrington x OC

Chapter Summary: With rumors still flying around, things have yet to get any easier for Annie. Coupling that with her terrifying illusions, it’s easy to see why it is difficult for her to not fall apart underneath everything.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Swearing, sexual harassment, Billy is the literal worst still, horror

A/N: I’ve never tried to write anything scary before so I hope that aspect of this chapter really shows! If you like this story, please let me know! Also, if you’re looking for an earlier part you can find that here. In other news, I had to publish a bit later due to technical difficulties so please send your love!

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“Another book already?” Steve asked as Annie got in his car.

She shrugged, “Yeah… I only had a little over a hundred pages left so I kinda went for it.”

“I think that’s gonna take you a bit more time to get through,” he said, glancing over at her as he pulled out of her driveway.

“It’d also take a bit more effort for some asshole to rip it apart.”

“Ah, you got me there.”

Annie laughed a bit, “It’s whatever. I’ve been meaning to read this for a while now. Like, my dad’s this big, fancy literature professor. He said War and Peace was the biggest waste of time and space, so I’m gonna see if he’s right or if he’s full of shit as usual.”

“So you’re reading out of spite?” he asked, furrowing his brows, “Is he gonna say anything?”

She fidgeted with the corner of the hardcover book, “Well, I’m not sure he’s ever gonna know. He kinda stayed in New York. I haven’t seen him in… almost a month I think.”

“Oh.”

Annie shrugged, “It’s not a huge deal, my mom and I are figuring it out.”

The rest of the car ride was filled with a rather awkward silence. Maybe if she hadn’t said anything about her family, the remainder of the ride would have been better. At the same time, there were more awkward things she could have easily brought up, but didn’t.

Soon enough, Steve pulled into a parking spot at the school. Annie thanked him before getting out and going off to the school. Maybe it was abrupt, but she didn’t think Steve wanted to talk to her too much.

Not that she took that too personally, he had plenty of issues of his own. Then again, so did she. That was evidenced by the lack of makeup on her face and the clothes she wore. After all, flipping up overalls was impossible. With a flannel and shirt on top of all that, she was sure she would be fine today. Maybe all the rumors stopped overnight and there was something else going on.

However, as Annie walked, she could hear the whispers still. Just like yesterday. She carefully dodged a couple guys in the hall as she went to her locker. If she just laid low, it would blow over. It had to blow over at some point. Then she saw her locker.

"PROPERTY OF MISTRESS ANNETTE HARDWICK, A COCKSUCKING SLUT" was scrawled sloppily on the locker. Her eyes widened and immediately she rushed up to it, trying to rub it off with the sleeve of her flannel. When none of the black sharpie came off onto her dark green sleeves, she clenched the grip on her book. This simply wasn't happening.

A part of her wanted to curl up and cry right then. Everyone was staring and she could feel the eyes boring into her back. She bit the inside of her cheek to the point it almost drew blood.

"I don't think that's gonna come out, real shame," said a voice belonging to Billy Hargrove.

Annie crossed her arms, "Go fuck yourself."

"Shouldn't you be doing that for me?" he asked, leaning in close.

She swallowed hard and backed up before turning and walking off. It had to have been him. The way he looked at her made her wish she could have turned invisible. Why hadn't she said something? There had to have been some biting remark she could have given, but nothing came out. Soon enough, she found herself sitting under a stairwell.

A moment later, Steve ducked under. It was clear he was more cramped in the space than Annie was.

He crouched down next to her, "Hey, Annie, I'm so, so sorry-"

"It's not your fault," she said, staring at the white linoleum.

Steve sighed, "But isn't it? Look, I can try and help you paint over it or something or request another locker. I just... I'm sorry."

"You don't have to do any of that. I'll just get through today and maybe everyone can find someone else to poke fun at over the weekend," she replied.

"Hey, just take the help, okay? And maybe I can rip that Hargrove guy a new one for your trouble."

She let out a small laugh, "I'd love to see that, but I can take care of myself."

"I'll do it, can't have some asshole picking on my friend," he said right before the bell rang, "But seriously, are you sure you can hack it today? I can take you home or something and I can try to clear everything up."

Annie nodded, moving to get up, "I can take it, okay?"

At least, that was what she thought as she went to biology. It was just a few hours and then she was free for a whole weekend. Surely she could get through the knots in her stomach for the day.

Nothing let up, though. A few notes asking her if King Steve could still "get it" was the tipping point for her. Maybe no one touched her today, but the notes managed to hold the exact same sentiment. It made her want to run and wash her face despite the fact nothing was on it.

Having decided to then blow off the remainder of the day, she slipped a note into Steve's locker so he knew she went home. Maybe he cared, maybe he didn't. She wasn't really sure. That didn't stop her from shoving her headphones from her Walkman on and turning up the music all the way as she left the school.

The walk home was rather uneventful, and before she knew it she was right back in her house. A part of her was tempted to reach over to the phone and call up her mom. Except, she was probably doing important work at the conference she was at and Annie stopped herself. Although, this felt like the sort of emergency her mom said to warn her about.

Then again, so did the illusions she kept seeing. They only seemed to get worse with every passing day. It wasn't like she could tell anyone, though. Had she told someone like Steve or a teacher, she would be written off as crazy.

Maybe that was it, she was just going crazy from the loneliness. When her mom got back, it would all be fine. Sure, she had Erik, but he hardly counted as a conversationalist. She dropped her backpack and flopped on the couch with a sigh. A whole day left in front of her and nothing to do for it. It wasn't long before Annie got to her bag and dug through for her copy of War and Peace.

There wasn't much else for her to do other than to get lost in the story of a few Russian families going through trials and tribulations as Napoleon threatened to invade their country in the backdrop. So she found herself getting wrapped up in the beginning of the story. Though, with how comfortable she was in the position she was laying in, she soon drifted off with the book in her hands.

How long she had slept for was beyond her. It felt like something was moving on top of her. She slowly opened her eyes, expecting to see it was her cat, sprawled across her stomach. Instead there were all kinds of slimy creatures crawling on her. They almost looked like slugs but they had hind legs. For a moment, all Annie could do was stare. Then she realized they were all over her arms and her hands and legs and on her face.

The slime was all over her hands and she felt one on her mouth. She was quick to try and slap it off only to realize the whole living room was covered with the same creatures.

"This isn't real. This isn't real. This can't be happening," she repeated, her voice cracking before she started screaming.

Her screams echoed throughout the house and it felt like her throat was being scratched raw. Annie shut her eyes tightly, wishing they would just go as she screamed. And just like that, nothing. When her eyes opened, there was nothing on her. Instead there was a rapid knocking at the front door and the sound of it opening.

On instinct, she grabbed her book and hurled it at the tall figure that rushed into the room. There was a sound of the novel colliding with someone and then hitting the floor. Upon realizing who ran in, Annie put her hands over her mouth.

"Ope!" Steve exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder that had gotten hit, “What the hell was that for?”

Annie got up from the couch and rushed over to him, "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't... I didn't realize it was you. I mean, you kinda broke into my house."

"Um yeah 'cause you were screaming bloody murder," he said before looking at her, "What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?" Annie asked, knowing she wasn't covered in the slime she had to have imagined.

He pointed at her nose, "You're bleeding."

"Oh... shit, I'll um... be right back," she replied before going to the bathroom.

Sure enough, there was a bit of blood coming from her nose. She grabbed a couple squares of toilet paper to clean it. For some reason it wasn't bleeding anymore. She mentally cursed herself, sure that Steve was going to want to know what happened.

Annie walked back out, "Sorry about that... kinda had a bad dream or something. Um what's up?"

"Or something... are you sure you're not gonna tell me what's got you freaked out enough to hurl the biggest book I've ever seen right at me?" he asked, still rubbing at his shoulder, “You’ve got a good arm.”

She shook her head, "It doesn't matter, like I said, it’s just a bad dream. What do you need?"

"Well, I didn't tear Hargrove a new one, that's for sure," he muttered, sitting on the love seat, "I know I've kinda asked a lot from you already, but... I need to get Nancy back."

Annie raised her brows, "Ah... hey, do you want some tea or something?"

"Um sure," he said, "Look, I already heard she's running around with Jonathan. I love her too much to just let her go like that, and they guys won’t stop giving me shit for it."

She nodded, listening as she put water in the kettle and put it over a burner, "Well, for all you know it's not what you think. I mean, look at us. Speaking of us, what the hell was with the mistress shit on my locker?"

"Oh that... they think they're being clever. You know, King Steve, they call Nancy a princess, that stuff."

"So I’m the Anne Boleyn to your Henry VIII... Christ that's fucked up," she murmured before shaking her head, "Anyways, do you know what you wanna do?"

He sighed, "I'm probably gonna just do the usual: flowers, an apology, the works. If that doesn't work, I don't know what will."

"Hold up, why do you have to apologize?" she asked, grabbing a couple mugs and finding some chamomile tea.

Steve shrugged, messing with the zipper of his grey bomber jacket, "I don't know, 'cause I called her bullshit while I was sober? It doesn't matter. You've just been really helpful so far, and I know it's a lot, but I just want you to help me out a bit here."

There was a long pause as Annie thought about it. If Nancy really didn't love Steve, wouldn't that just hurt him more when she rejected him? Or even worse, what if she just got back with him despite not having feelings for Steve? No, she didn't know the guy super well, but he had already been so kind to her. All the same, Annie had a good feeling that Steve was going to do this with or without her help.

She sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter, "Alright, fine. I'll help you out with all this."

"You're the best!" Steve replied, grinning, "You know, I think this might just work. She really likes red roses, they're her favorite, actually."

A little while later, they were both sitting in the living room, drinking tea. Granted, Steve probably didn't need it, but she would have felt awkward trying to calm down by drinking tea while Steve just sat there. Besides, there was no reason to rush going anywhere since he came over around lunchtime. If they jumped the gun, who knew where Nancy would have been. Though, what really seemed to grind Steve's gears was that Nancy ditched with Jonathan. Something that had to have been a point of contention in the past. Not that she had any idea.

It wasn't her place to ask. She figured that Steve would talk and open up about things when he felt it was a good time. Asking pressing questions wasn't going to do her any good.

"So... are we gonna talk about your… um... episode?" Steve asked, breaking the silence.

Annie swallowed some of her tea, "What about it? I had a nightmare."

"You threw a book at me. If you had a nightmare that seemed real... that's not good," he said, running a hand through his hair, "Look, I uh... if you need to talk to someone, I kinda get it."

She arched a brow, "How could you get it?"

"Uh... it's not important. Just, you've already done a lot for me, you can talk to me, okay?"

"It's um... so it's this recurring nightmare," she started, staring at her almost empty mug, "I'm in the house and the power kicks off and then things get weird. Like, one time there were vines everywhere and it was all cold and slimy. It looked like it was snowing. And um... well, the one I just woke up from I was covered in these slugs? But they weren't slugs, they had legs and they were crawling all over me and um... yeah."

Steve set his cup on the table, "Annie... are these things actually just you in your sleep?"

"Uh... um yeah, of course," she lied, "I'm probably just stressed being alone all the time."

He sighed, licking his lips, "You're absolutely sure? You're not seeing this stuff while you're awake?"

"Well... no... but um, but what if I did?" she asked, starting to grip her mug tightly.

How did he know she was seeing things? This had to be some elaborate prank. Or maybe the house really was haunted. That stupid kid could have been right.

Steve frowned, "Then we need to get you the hell out of here. Your cat too."

She blinked and sat back in her chair a moment, "What do you mean? Why?"

"I can't tell you... not right here, we gotta get you out. Come on, you can stay over at my place, my parents are never home. You can have the guest room, I'll help you get some stuff," he said, already standing up.

Whatever it was that was going on, Annie had absolutely no idea. All she knew was that Steve seemed to have an air of tension and fear that she hadn't seen before. A part of her wanted to call his bluff and say that he was just screwing around in some super technical and sadistic prank. However, as they rushed to get her things together, she started to realize he was being serious. Which made everything she had dealt with the last few days all the more worrying. If she wasn't hallucinating, then what was going on?

What were those things that crawled all over her? She wanted to ask Steve, but he was busy helping get her cat so they could get out faster. Before she could comprehend any part of what was happening, they were in Steve's BMW. Erik meowed periodically as Steve sped off.

He sighed, obviously trying to not appear more freaked out than he was, "Look, I... I don’t know if I can explain all this to you without getting us both killed... fuck I thought we figured this out already."

"What're you even talking about? I'm playing along with all this, but I really need you to explain everything," she said, clutching her fidgety cat close to her chest.

Steve shook his head, soon pulling up to his house, "We don't have much time for that. Come on, let's get your stuff inside."

"Um... are we gonna still try and get you back with Nancy?"

"What? No, we don't have time for that!" he exclaimed, getting out of the car, "Wait, she might know what to do, actually."

Annie rolled her eyes, "Then get the damn flowers, apologize, get back in her good graces or whatever, and try to figure out what the hell's going on!"

"Will you chill out? I'm trying to put all this together!" Steve exclaimed, "Sorry... I know this is probably really stressful for you."

She huffed, setting a dufflebag and then Erik down before shrugging off her backpack, "You know, it might be the tiniest bit less stressful for me if you would tell me what the ever-living fuck is going on! I tell you I'm seeing stuff that’s apparently real and you tell me to get out of my house without telling me why! Now are you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"Fine, fine, you're right. I just don't know how to explain it quickly. But all you need to know is there's another dimension and there's people-eating monsters in it and your house was flip-flopping back and forth for whatever reason… at least, I think that’s what you were talking about. That's really dangerous, but we'll figure it out," he said, going to put a hand on her shoulder, "And um... you can't tell anyone else otherwise the government's gonna kill you and your parents and your cat and anyone else you care about."

Annie stepped back, crossing her arms, "You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're joking. That doesn't even make any sense! Do you realize how little sense that makes?"

"I know... but if you didn't believe me then why did you let me do this?"

"Um... I... fine, maybe there's something to all this. Let's get the fucking flowers."

Perhaps Steve had a point, she did kind of believe him. Mainly because it was the only explanation, albeit convoluted, to all the things happening in her house that didn't make her seem crazy. He seemed concerned enough for her and for himself for saying all the things he had. They made a quick stop at the grocery store so Steve could pick up the roses. After that, Steve pulled up to what she assumed was Nancy's house.

She gave him a small, assuring smile, "You've got this. Make up with your girlfriend and we'll go from there."

"Yeah. I can do this," he said, getting out of the car and closing the door behind him.

Now Annie was rooting for him more than she originally had. Mainly out of hope that Steve was right in assuming Nancy would know what to do. However, as she watched, she watched their plan grind to a halt thanks to some kid.

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rdmfavcpls · 7 years

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Date - Chapter 3 - Picinic

Story: Date

Category: Digimon

Pairing: Ami/Arata past Arata/Marippe

Rating: T

Summary: Nokia likes to imagine herself as a matchmaker, thanks to some well-time words, she got Yuuko and Fei together. They were easy. She didn’t have to worry about herself because Yasu was her boyfriend, Sakura finally got with Ryota. Yuugo was more focused on his therapy, so that just leaves Ami and Arata. Her toughest assignment.

Author’s Note: This story is dedicated to the fanfiction user Samrit for being the amazing reviewer on fanfiction for my Ami and Arata stories. I hope this matches up to your expectations.

Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to the franchise.

Date - Chapter 1 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/165453977177/date-chapter-1

Date -Chapter 2 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/165664175752/date-chapter-2-double-date

~~Story Begins~~

Chapter 2 - Picinic

“Okay, so we are all good for a picnic!” Nokia exclaimed as the group of five friends plus partners met at Kamishiro Enterprise.

“We took a vote,” Arata commented dryly. “The only one who didn’t vote was Ami and that’s because she was distracted. We all said yes.”

“Great! Than let’s have a picnic at the beach. This way we can cool off from the heat.”

“Sounds good, but who will bring what?” Fei asked.

“See, I already have it all planned. Yuuko will bring the main course, Yuugo will bring the sides, Arata will bring the blanket and umbrella, Yasu and I will bring two different types of drinks, Fei will bring the coolers and ice, and Ami can bring that delicious raspberry cheesecake.”

“Nokia, you call all of my food delicious,” Ami said.

“Have you tasted your food?” Yasu asked. “It’s like a sneak peak of paradise.”

Arata crosses his arms with that statement wondering as to how and when Yasu had Ami’s home cooked meal. Not that he was jealous or anything, just curious. He will not disagree with Yasu’s statement about how good Ami’s cooking is.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had Ami’s home cooking before,” Yuuko said.

“Than you are missing out,” Nokia said. “Just wait until you try the cheesecake.” She than sighed. “Whoever marries Ami is going to be one lucky person, getting to eat Ami’s home cooked meals everyday.”

“It’s just a simple recipe,” Ami said. “Nothing special. Anyone can make it.”

“Are we okay with the assignments?” Nokia asked everyone.

“Yeah,” they agreed.

“Good, then we’ll see each other tomorrow afternoon,” Nokia said happily.

Ami looked at Arata after they sighed out of EDEN in Shibuya, “Well?”

“Well what?” Arata asked back.

“Marippe hasn’t called you in four days, that’s a record,” Ami explained.

“No, she’s called me, begged me to return to her, and upon me truly stating that we are over, she got mad. She’s mad about you blocking her number. You’re welcome.”

“I should have known that you was the reason she quit calling me,” Ami said with a smile. “I didn’t think you would have hacked into my digivice to do it.” Her smile turned into a small frown, her blue eyes showing worry. “So, you are being serious with this break-up?”

“Any person can go for so long with an on - and - off again relationship that Mari and I had,” Arata said. “I’ve reached my limit.”

“I just hate that two years of your life was wasted like that,” Ami said gently. Arata smirked at her, “What?”

“You care more about my life than I do,” Arata said. “In fact, you are possibly the mother of the group.”

“How is that possible?” Ami asked. “I’m the youngest.”

“You care more about your friends lives instead of your own, plus you always give out advice.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Ami questioned sharpy.

“Nothing is wrong with it, it just seems like you lived many lifetimes,” Arata explained. “What has gotten into you?”

“Nothing, it’s just, I guess I’m just anxious over the trip. Something just doesn’t feel right. I have never felt like this before.”

“Already feeling homesick?” Arata teased.

“Maybe,” Ami said with a smile. “However, I think it’s because I’m more worried about you.”

“Why are you worried about me?”

“When was the last time you lived alone?”

“Three years ago, a year before I moved in with Mari, why?” Just like that, he realized why she’s worried about him living by himself. “I’ll be fine, no need to worry,” Arata said rolling his eyes. “But, thanks.”

“Hmm?”

“For worrying about me, not many people do,” Arata said.

“Hehe, guess it’s the ‘mother’ in me,” Ami chuckled.

The next afternoon, at the picnic, Yuuko was eating the cheesecake Ami brought.

“This is so good!” Yuuko said drooling even though she had her own cheesecake while everyone had slices of another cheesecake.

“I know, right?” Nokia said giggling. “Please don’t ever open a restaurant Ami. I’ll be dead broke.”

Fei looked at Arata, “Rumor goin’ ‘round EDEN is that you an’ tha’ country gurl broke up.”

“Arata had a girlfriend?” Yuugo asked surprised.

“Yes, had. However, I had expected that question from Nokia,” Arata replied.

“I’m just mad that she wasn’t approved by us,” Nokia stated. “If you ever get back with her, she must be approved by all of us.”

“Any girlfriend to be exact,” Yuuko stated.

“I was dating her before we all met,” Arata deadpanned but the message was clear to those who remembered. He was dating her before they got reunited and had their memories return.

“Incoming,” Ami said seeing a volleyball heading towards them.

“Wah?” Nokia said turning to see what Ami was talking about before Yasu reached up and caught the volleyball. “My hero!”

“Not this again,” Fei said standing up. “Before you two lover birds get lost in your own world, I’m going to swim.” She grabbed her girlfriend and Yuugo. “C’mon you two.”

“But my cheesecake!” Yuuko said as she got dragged away from her half-eaten cheesecake.

“Oho, I am coming to,” Nokia said as she got up and ran after them, her boyfriend following like a dog to its owner.

“You aren’t going to join them?” Arata asked towards Ami who, unlike the others, was the only one wearing her regular clothing instead of a swimming outfit.

“Haha,” Ami said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, “I am NOT putting on two bottles of sunscreen. Thank you very much.”

“Isn’t that a bit excessive?” Arata asked, watching Ami pick up their garbage, and put it in a bag to make it easier to throw away when they leave.

“Not for me,” Ami responded tying the first bag up. “Five bottles of sunscreen won’t work. The only time I like going to the beach is when it is cold or cool. I wanted to know where the picnic was going to be at before we voted. I was not distracted.”

“Aren’t you over exaggerating?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Ami said. “I don’t plan on letting you find out. You can go out and play in the water and sand.”

“What are you going to be doing?”

“Stay under the shade, possibly take a nap,” Ami said with a shrug.

“That’s boring,” Arata said poking her arm.

“Excuse me for not wanting to enjoy the sun’s heat rays,” Ami said rolling her eyes. “No, I am not worried about getting skin cancer.”

“Than, what’s the problem?” Arata pressed.

“Hey!” Yasu yelled getting their attention. “We need one more for an even chicken battle.”

“Arata will join,” Ami said with a smile. She looked at the frowning teen. “Go, cool down. I’m fine here.”

Arata grumbled as he got up and made his way to the ocean’s inviting waters as Ami watched from the shore.

Her friends were on their third round when a beach goer went up to Ami, “Aiba? Is that you?” Ami turned her head and looked as one of her upper classmen stand next to her. “It is! I thought I’ll never see you at the beach again! I mean, considering that last time I saw you at the beach was for a school trip. You was forced to join in the beach events and the next day you was as red as your hair.”

“Yeah, well, my friends wanted to go to the beach and have a picnic,” Ami said looking away with a blush from embarrassment. “Are you enjoying your summer Hino?”

“Huh?” Fei asked looking at the shore, on top of Nokia’s shoulders, “Who's that?”

They looked over and saw a man talking animatedly with Ami, causing her to laugh, a hand covering her mouth. They couldn’t hear what he was saying, but Ami pushed his leg slightly shaking her head as he said something to her.

“I think they are schoolmates,” Nokia said. “I think his name is Hino. Ami had to tutor him after school or he had to give Ami tutoring lesson. Either that or since Ami is a goddess when it comes to researching things, he asked her to do some researching for the debate team.”

“I thought she wasn’t in any clubs,” Yuugo said.

“She’s not, but according to Sakura, Ami is an unofficial member of the debate team and science team,” Nokia said. “Again, Ami is a goddess when it comes to research.”

Arata watched as the man spoke something to her causing her to think before she explained something and pointed at him, causing Arata to raise an eyebrow. She than handed him her digivice allowing him to program or type something in her digivice. When he was done, he handed back the digivice. He bent down and gave what seemed like a kiss on her cheek before he jogged away.

Arata had to mentally take breaths, he was confused over why he was jealous...AGAIN. Was it because he felt a weird need to protect her, or is it because she’s too soft-hearted and willing to help others. He had Yuugo on his shoulders so he looked at the two teams, “Hey, this will be my last round!”

He noticed something in Nokia eyes, a not so hidden smile on her face. He was going to ask what her deal is when Yasu on top of Yuuko’s shoulders started to attack Fei and Nokia.

Arata got out of the water after Yuugo and him won their third and final round and made his way towards the blanket. “Got tired?” Ami asked.

“Mhm,” Arata hummed sitting down next to her. “Beating the other teams was easy since there was no dating partners involved.”

“How was Yuuko able to hold Yasu up?” Ami questioned.

“Fei egged her on,” Arata commented. “So, you had some company and pointing to me, why?”

“An upper classmen of mine actually has a case for me in which I’ll need your help with.”

“Oh?” Arata asked

“There’s a problem with his EDEN account, he keeps getting a private forum with the password, but no one ever appears. He has tried to message the person back, but no response,” Ami explained. “Does Nokia realize she’s going to be sunburnt?”

“Knowing her, no,” Arata answered as they looked at their friends in the water. “I think the only ones who aren’t going to get burnt is Fei and Yasu. So, we will be working a case together like old times?”

“Yep. Oh, Marippe has been calling you.”

“I’ll deal with her later,” Arata spoke realizing something. He no longer felt the emotional pain, he didn’t feel like his heart was shattering upon hearing her name, and now that he thinks about it, it has been a while since he felt that. It’s been close to four months of not having that pain.

He looks over at Ami who is still watching their friends. He knows that it is thanks to her caring, worrying, always having his back, and being there with an open door for him, that he was able to heal. Her blue eyes looked over at him and she tilted her head, confusion and worry shining in her eyes.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, nothing, why?”

“Just wondering,” she said. “You’ve been quiet.”

“I’m fine, just trying to get inside Nokia’s head,” Arata said with a gentle smile before turning his focus back on their friends. He could feel Ami gaze on him and the guilt of lying to her started to weigh on his mind, but then she moved her gaze.

“I know you are lying,” Ami said softly, “but I am here for you for whenever you need to talk. I appreciate you caring about how I feel, but lying to me only makes me worry more about you.”

“Sorry,” Arata said. “It’s just that I’m still figuring it out myself.”

Ami let out a small giggle, “Well, if you need to me, I can be your sound board. Something for you to bounce ideas off of.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Arata said.

It wouldn’t be fair for Arata to start dating Ami, it wouldn’t be fair to her actually. He can tell she thinks he is still going to get back with Mari. The whole entire time that he was having problems in his failing relationship, he accidentally put Ami in the middle of it all. She might think he’s using her as a rebound relationship to get back at Mari. Arata looked back over at her quickly before going back to their friends. He thinks for now that he can handle staying close to her a friend, until he’s sure he’s completely healed and over a broken two year relationship.

#Digimon #Digimon Story #Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth #I know its numbered wrong #I orginally planned on having a prologue but that went out the window #Ami Aiba #Arata Sanada #ami x arata #Nokia x Yasu #yuuko x fei #yuugo kamishiro

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summerbummin · 7 years

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Chendy: Dance

Title: Dance Series: Fairy Tail Characters/Pairings: Chendy, brotp or otp, you choose A:N: This is for Day 2 of Chendy week, for the prompt dance! I hope you guys like it! ---------------------------------------------- Fairy Tail Intermediate was practically buzzing. The 8th grade dance was in a month. Loads of girls had been asked, and not to mention in really cute ways. With a big sign, given balloons, One girl, even had gotten asked by a guy who had given her a basket ball with "don't shoot me down" in silver sharpie. Wendy huffed, her chin propped up on her hand. It's not that she wanted to be asked, well maybe a small part of her dreamed about it. She could always go with a group of friends. Less drama that way, and it would be more fun. Or she could stay home and eat ice cream while watching a rom com. "Wendy!" Fingers snapped in front of her face. Wendy startled back looking up at her best friend, Chelia. Chelia was always cheerful and sweet. She had her dark pink hair tied in pigtails with ribbons. During middle school Chelia had grown some more lady like chest features. Wendy wished she had. She was as flat as a board. One guy had told her that. Wendy had to hold back both Romeo and Chelia when they tried to use violence. Chelia had gotten a detention for screaming profanities at the him when the boy ran away. "Why you looking so glooming?" Chelia asked hands on her hips. "Nothing." Wendy said, ignoring Chelia's unimpressed look. "Oh my god guys!" Kinana squealed sitting down at the lunch table. She was practically bouncing. Kinana was usually a pretty quite girl, Chelia was the one with energy. Kinana had close cropped purple hair with a green bow clipped to the back of her head. She was in choir with Chelia and on the cheer squad. "Did you drink happy juice again?" Meredy's voice dripping sarcasm, headphones over her ears, the attack on titan symbol stood stark on her hoodie that she had over her school uniform. Meredy had short pink hair and was never seen without some kind of headphones. She'd had plenty of emo slurs thrown at her but Meredy didn't seem to care, she would just flip them off.

Kinana scowled. "No!" "What happened?" Wendy asked curiously, leaning forward in her seat. "I got asked to the dance by you know who." Kinana whispered excitedly. "WHAT! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Chelia flailed her arms around. "Really?" Coco asked eyes wide. Coco was really nice. She had brown hair in a braid with a sports headband over it. She was the fastest runner on the track team. Wendy couldn't believe how she could move like that. Coco could probably be sitting at the popular girl table but she chose to sit at the their table instead. "Why would Voldemort ask you to the dance? Ow!" Meredy was elbowed by Chelia. Wendy eyes were wide as saucers. "Erik asked you to the dance?" "Yeah he did!" Kinana beamed. Erik was the local trouble maker. Always in detention. He did have that bad boy appeal. But he seemed nice, so Wendy didn't know why he got in trouble. (Chill Erik's same age) "I don't know Kinana, he seems kinda edgy." Beth said uncertainty, she had her light brown hair in pigtails, braided to the back of her head. Beth has a bit of a country accent when she talked. She moved here from the south a year or so ago. Beth was always nice but could be a bit of a worry wort. "He's not really, he just talks back to the teachers and is late a lot." Kinana protested. "Yeah he seems nice. You must be excited." Wendy said trying not to let her wistful longing into her tone. "I am!" Kinana exclaimed. "Wait how did he ask you?" Coco asked. "He asked me in the hall just now!" Kinana smiled as if reliving the memory. Kinana had been crushing on him for the past couple of months now. They lived on the same street so they walk home from the bus stop together. It's was sooo romantic. "Has anyone asked you guys?" Kinana asked them. "Well one guy asked me." Meredy said. "WHAT!" Chelia's eyes almost popped out their sockets. "And you didn't tell us!" "Well I went to Kinana's advisory because we were working on finishing our science homework together, and you know that kid jackal? Well he yelled do you wanna go to the dance across the room. I just said no. He and his friends where laughing so it was probably Oreo or something." Meredy shrugged. "What if he actually liked you? You could've broken his heart." Kinana said. Meredy snorted then brought out her phone tapping at the screens "I'm listening to the Pink Floyd album now so I can't hear you." That was Meredy speak for your stupid and I don't wanna talk to you anymore. Chelia shrugged. "I haven't been asked yet." "No ones asked me either." Wendy said voice small. "Then you can be my date." Chelia slung an arm over her shoulder. Wendy looked at her wide eyed. "Besides its more fun to go with friends. Boys are over rated. Besties before testes, am I right?" "Chelia!" Wendy hissed. "You guys wanna go as a group?" Beth asked. "I'm down. Better than staying at home and basking in my loneliness." Meredy said. "I'll go too." Coco exclaimed. "Ooh my sister can probably get me some jewelry, she works at Lamia Gems." Chelia said excitedly. "Aww Lucky." Coco whined. Chelia laughed. "Perks of having an older sister! But I can't wait to go dress shopping!"

Had Chelia technically asked her out? Wendy's cheeks felt warm at the thought and her stomach swirled. Her friends chatted excitedly about the possibilities. Kinana being the only one with an actual date was the most brought up topic. Kinana was a blushing mess when they suggested Erik kissing her. The bell rang and they all hurried of to their next class. Excitedly and nervously anticipating the dance. Wendy walked out of her room to be met with the cheering of her older brothers. "Ooh." Mystogan said and waggled his eye brows. Wendy blushed looking down at her feet. Mystogan held up Wendy's cat Carla. "Carla thinks you look purrfect." Wendy hid her face in her hand. "That was bad." "What do you mean?" He asked, Carla withered in his grip hissing at him. Mystogan hissed back at her. "You look nice Wendy." Jellal smiled setting a hand on her shoulder. Mystogan and Jellal where twins so sometimes their parents even got them mixed up. Wendy was the only one who could always tell them apart. Wendy looked at herself in the full length mirror. She was wearing a halter top green dress with a criss crossing pattern on it and her hair was down to cover the open back. Wendy had been a little uncomfortable about it at first but she really liked the way it looked so she had gotten it. On her arms were two thick gold bands, she was wearing sandals/wedges like things on her feet. Wendy felt awkward walking in them. "Ready to go?" Jellal asked opening the front door. Wendy took a deep breath before nodding. "Yes, let's go." She hoped out the door, Jellal even let her sit shot gun, Mystogan had to sit in the back. He grumbled something but didn't protest. "So Wendy what do you do if a guy does something you don't like?" Mystogan asked, quizzing her. "Punch 'em hard and kick 'em low." Wendy replied automatically, Mystogan had drilled this into her head when she started middle school. Jellal snorted. "But try to avoid violence if possible, I'll punch him for you." "Guys." Wendy whined embarrassed. Jellal pulled up into the school where lots of other cars were already moving through the line. The car pulled to a stop and Wendy went to open the door but Jellal smacked her hand. He gave her a pointed look then got out of the car coming around to her side and opening the door for her. Wendy giggled and took his hand as he helped her out. "Have fun." He smiled. "I will." Wendy waved, walking away, and into the school.

They had set up a curtain thing to walk through at the door. Wendy walked through and saw people under a tent like thing, dancing to the music. Some tables were scattered around. To the side there was a snack table, and even a photo booth in front of the library. "Wendy!" Chelia broke through the crowd of people waving hurrying towards her. Wendy couldn't help but smile. "Chelia!" She waved and hurried over to her. Then almost in sync there foot caught on the tile and they both fell forwards. "Ow." Wendy muttered rubbing her head and sitting up. "You okay?" Chelia asked. "Yeah, you?" Wendy replied. They both looked at each other and suddenly laughed. Chelia stood first and helped Wendy up. They were both a giggling mess. Wendy remembered how they first met in a similar situation to this. Wendy walked nervously down the unfamiliar hall, it was the first day of 6th grade and she was so confused on where to go. People passed and bumbled shoulders very rudely. As Wendy was walking a girl tripped and pitched forwards the paper in her folder going everywhere as she hit the ground. Wendy ran over to her. "Are you okay-" her foot caught on the tile and she fell forwards hitting the floor with a smack, her binder flying out of her hands. "Ow." Wendy muttered and sat up rubbing her head. The girl pushed up on her forarms. "Are you alright?" She asked. Wendy nodded. "I'm okay, you?" "I'm fine- oh come on!" The girl looked at her scattered papers in dismay, and people just walked past, parting like the Red Sea and leaving them in between. No one stopping to help. Wendy helped her pick them up and grabbed her binder as well. Wendy rose to her feet and handed the girl her papers. "Here you go." " "Thanks for the help. My name is Chelia by the way, nice to meet you!" "Yeah you too." She smiled. "I'm Wendy." Then the school bell went off. They're heads both snapped down the halls, then they looked back at each other. "I gotta go." Chelia said. "But let's be friends okay." Wendy nodded. "Okay. Promise." "Promise." Chelia agreed They both took of in different directions towards their class. And the rest was history. Chelia giggled. "This reminds me of-" "The first time we met." They said in sync. They giggled. Wendy didn't even realize they'd been holding each other's hands until now. Wendy felt a blush creep up her face. "The others are saving a spot for us in the photo booth line, let's go." Chelia pulled her along. "Chelia slow down I'm gonna fall again!" Wendy exclaimed trying not to laugh. Chelia giggled. "Come on slow poke!" ---------------------------------------------- A/N: btw coco is earthland coco, I took all the girls who are or who had once been around Wendy's age, like Meredy and Kinana are both as there younger selves before the time skip. Thanks for reading!

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writings-andstuff · 7 years

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Not a Damsel in Distress (Bucky x Reader)

Okay guys, this is the fic I am going to start trying to rebuild my blog with. It’s one of my favorites that I’ve written so far, and there was an anon on @bovaria s blog who wanted this fic. So here it is. There are two parts, and I backed both up to my Google Docs account, which is how I still have them.

Regardless, I hope you like it.

Without further ado, Happy Reading!

Words: 3320

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Excerpt: You understood: she broke him. But you now saw it as your personal mission to put him back together. To make Bucky Barnes whole again. He brought you lunch; that was more than any of your exes had done for you this early in the relationship. Or ever.

Tagging: @beccaanne814-blog

Bucky knew that few things in life were truly dependable. It took him a long time to find people he was comfortable enough around to be himself, but he wouldn’t call what they had “trust”. No, he’d call it companionship. People deciding to hang out together so they wouldn’t have to be alone.

Sure, he likes all of them. But he also liked peanut butter, and all it took was one god-awful video shown to him by Sam to make him never touch peanut butter again.

It was that easy. Some would say it wouldn’t be that easy with people, but they were wrong. People betray. People hurt. People cheat. Only human beings are capable of the worst type of viciousness because once you let someone in, they can take advantage of that. Get you while you’re vulnerable.

The only person he trusted—like, truly trusted—was Steve Rogers. His best friend. His confidant. And, at Steve and Peggy’s wedding, his best man. Bucky would trust Steve with his life and, for Bucky, that was a huge deal. Bucky couldn’t say he ever truly trusted anyone but Steve.

Until Y/N came along.

Y/N was a barista, working at Bucky’s local coffee shop. A new recruit. New meat. Bucky could see her floundering as he passed the little shop on his way to work one morning. He couldn’t say he’d ever taken notice of her before, but that was probably because she’d just started. Bucky knew how brutal the normals for the shop could be, especially on a newbie.

He tried to tell himself that this was her job and he shouldn’t go in there. Shouldn’t try to make her day a little better despite the workload. But he couldn’t quite convince himself of that. The shop was swamped and she was the only one at the counter trying to juggle three customers at a time.

It didn’t help that she was just about one of the prettiest women he’d ever seen.

Remember Dot, he told himself. He couldn’t be swooned by good looks. Not again. Dot had done too much damage, Steve could tell you that.

But she looked like she was going to combust. And Bucky knew the owner well: a german guy he’d met in the military. He wouldn’t mind if Bucky came in and helped out a little.

Bucky checked his watch. He still had an hour before he had to be at work—enough time to hop in and help out the new girl.

He opened the door and four people exited before he was able to enter. Jeez...they were really mobbed today. He made his way through the mob and up to the counter, pushing a few patrons in his haste. He made it to the front of the line, despite some grumbling from other people behind him and rang the bell.

The girl behind the counter cursed under her breath and turned around from the espresso machine. Foam plopped out of the machine behind her and onto the floor but she seemed unconcerned about it. He glanced behind the counter; it was a mess. Coffee was spilled on the floor, there was the aforementioned espresso foam sitting in a neat pile underneath the machine, and the girl’s sneakers were messy with coffee.

They’d left her alone on her first day, Bucky guessed. Good thing he’d worked here a little whenever the old German man needed help. He knew how everything worked.

As soon as the girl behind the counter turned, Bucky’s breath hitched. Forget “just about”. She was the prettiest woman he had ever seen. Beautiful in every way. She had long hair that was held up in a messy bun, beautiful eyes that were, at the moment, panicked, and flawless skin. She was...wonderful.

Bucky smiled at her, warm and inviting and leaned against the counter. “Need a hand?”

The girl was staring at him suspiciously. She crossed her arms over her chest. Her red apron was covered in coffee stains. “Oh, sure, make fun of the new girl. Doesn’t that get old? Don’t you people get tired of making fun of me?”

Bucky frowned and stood straighter. “I’m not making fun of you...”—he read her name tag—, “Y/N.” At her scrutinizing gaze, he went on. “I know the owner. And, no offense, but you look like you could use a little help. But if you don’t want it...” he trailed off.

He started to turn around when some patrons behind him started getting angry.

“Wait,” Y/N said. Bucky turned around, smirking and slipping behind the counter. Now next to her, Bucky could tell that she smelled like coffee and...something else. Lavender? Yeah, something pretty like lavender.

Bucky pulled an apron over his head and tied it behind his back.

“You know,” Y/N said. “If you’re gonna help, I might need to know your name.”

“Bucky,” Bucky said, smiling and holding his hand out. “Bucky Barnes.” She shook his hand.

“Y/N,” she said. Then she let go of his hand and blushed, looking away. “But, you know, you already knew that so—”

“If you two are done flirting,” a man at the front of the line said, “I ordered a Vanilla Latte.”

Bucky had to hold back a snicker. The man was maybe almost three-hundred pounds of muscle wearing a NYC DPW reflective vest. A ginormous Department of Public Works worker ordering a Vanilla Latte? It was laughable.

Holding back his laughter, Bucky got the man his latte, took his money, gave him his change, and sent him on his way. Y/N gaped at him. “Show me your ways.”

Bucky grinned. “Fall in, Newbie, this ain’t gonna be fun, and it ain’t gonna be pretty, but with another set of hands, you’ll be alright. We’ll take turns. You get the next guy and I’ll get the guy behind him and so on. Can you handle that?”

Y/N crossed her arms again and gave him a droll stare. “Yes, commander, I think I’ll manage.”

Bucky held his hands up in surrender, then got back to work.

They were stop-and-go for a while, but, soon enough, they found a rhythm and moved around each other with ease. Bucky forgot he had a job to get to, but it honestly didn’t matter much. He hadn’t missed a day since he got out of the Military. Three years with the same people and he’d never missed one day. He earned a day off helping a beautiful girl with her own job.

By twelve, the shop was less swamped. Bucky offered to help clean up the back, but Y/N insisted on doing it herself. And so Bucky let her, sitting at a table with a black coffee watching her mop and then hand dry the floor before cleaning up the counters. An hour later, the place was spotless. You would never know that a mob had just been in there.

Beautiful? Check. Neat? Check. Capable? Highly. But under immense amounts of stress, she cracked. And now he knew her weakness.

This is what he was talking about earlier: when people know your weaknesses they can exploit them. It almost never ends pretty. God knows it didn’t with Dot. She knew...she found out something about him, and she used it against him. Something not his fault.

But getting away from that, Bucky finished off his coffee and then brought it to the back to place in the sink, next to the large basin where Y/N was washing some plates. The chef was sitting on a stool in the corner reading a Time magazine about the proper cooking of frittatas.

Y/N dried her hands on a dish towel after setting the rest of the dishes (save Bucky’s cup) on the drying rack. She glared at him. “You’re gonna wash that, right?”

“I’m just the help,” Bucky said. At her hard stare (one he would call a ‘mom’ stare if forced to describe it), Bucky immediately got to washing his mug. He set it on the rack when he was done and turned to her, hands soapy and wet. “Happy?”

Y/N nodded and headed out of the kitchen to the main room. No one was there. She turned to him as he hung up his apron on a hook and stepped out from behind the counter. “Why’d you help me?”

Bucky shrugged and put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Dunno. You seemed like you were having trouble in here. Couldn’t let a beautiful woman flounder all by herself, I guess.”

Y/N blushed. “I am not a damsel in distress.”

“Didn’t say you were,” Bucky said. He headed towards the door.

“Wait,” Y/N called. Bucky turned at the door. “You’re just gonna leave? No asking for my number or anything?”

Bucky smiled. “I didn’t want to be forward, Doll. ��We just met.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. She looked around behind the counter for a minute before picking up a cup and writing something on it. Bucky waited for her to finish for what seemed like hours. Finally, mercifully, she handed him the cup and, as he started looking at it, she plucked it back from him.

“No,” she said. He gave her a questioning glance, but said nothing. “Don’t look at it until you’re down the street. Okay?”

Bucky nodded. “Okay.” She handed him the cup and, before letting go of it, got up on her toes and kissed his cheek.

“Thanks for the help, Bucky.”

With that, Bucky turned on his heel and left. His cheeks were feeling a little warm and he wasn’t sure why. Well, no, he knew why. But he hadn’t felt this giddy since...well, since Dot. Since freshman year of college. That was when things were still relatively new to him, the wonder of high school graduation was still fresh, and the world still seemed warm and cozy. And then he met Dolores.

Bucky shook his head to get rid of that thought. He made it down the block to the point where he could no longer see the little coffee shop and then turned the cup over to see the words written on it in Sharpie:

021-3695

Thanks again for the help, Bucky. I guess I was floundering in there. Come by again, okay? But not to help. Just for coffee. Now I’m going to say something really girly: Call me.

Not a damsel in distress,

Y/N Y/L/N

☻

Bucky smiled to himself as he walked down the street. He was definitely going to call her. Definitely.

A week passed and you still hadn’t heard from Bucky. He was supposed to call you. That’s why you gave him your number. Had you misread things. Was he not into you? Was he really just being nice when he helped you out and called you beautiful?

Thinking about all of this brought you to an even worse thought: what if Bucky hadn’t liked you kissing him on the cheek? What if he was freaked out because you’d kissed his cheek and now he wasn’t going to ever call you or come back to the shop? And all because you’d read a few signs wrong.

Dammit, Y/N, you chided yourself. You weren’t wrong. You couldn’t be. It just didn’t seem right. No. You were at least 75% sure that Bucky Barnes was totally into you.

You hadn’t made a mistake. Or so you desperately hoped.

It was a normal Tuesday a week after you’d first met Bucky that he decided to come into the little coffee shop again. A few large state cops came in and ordered coffees to go. You made the coffees for the officers quickly, trying to move morning rush hour along.

By noon, the place was nearly empty, except for one regular who sat at a table in the corner using his computer for work and sipping at a coffee that had gone cold hours ago. You hunched over the counter with your study materials set out everywhere. Because the counter was two-tiered, you used the lower tier for your work and the upper tier to serve customers as they entered the small shop.

This way, you got your work done, and it didn’t hinder your job. Who knew studying law would be exceptionally hard? Oh yeah, everyone. Everyone had told you that pursuing a degree in Criminal Law was going to be one of the most difficult things you ever did. But you hadn’t listened, and now you found yourself wishing you had.

And so you stood hunched over the counter with a highlighter in your hand and the cap of a pen between your teeth. Technically, you were on lunch break, but you really didn’t get a lunch break. The chef, Martinez (you knew he had a first name but no one ever used it so neither did you), was in the back reading some magazine on some exotic food.

Sure, Martinez was nice, and he made amazing food, but unless you specifically asked him for something, he didn’t do anything. Not of his own accord, anyways.

Bucky passed the shop on his lunch break, heading towards the deli a couple of blocks down the street where he was a regular for lunch. But as he passed the window, he saw you.

Now, here is what happened. Bucky had picked up his phone the night he’d first met you and meant to call you, but his brain told him not to. His brain told him that he’d had enough heartbreak with one girl in his life, and that he couldn’t afford anymore.

The next day, he’d talked to Steve about it, and he had told him that maybe dating you was a good thing. It didn’t have to get too serious too soon, and it would be fun. Steve told Bucky that he needed a little fun and that you seemed intriguing and funny. But, after mulling it over, Bucky had decided not to call you.

Now, as he passed the little coffee shop, he saw you, on your lunch break, hunched over the counter with study materials everywhere. You looked like you hadn’t slept well in a few days, and that you’d practically been living off of coffee. He wasn’t wrong. With back to back midterms, you were sinking into an academic black hole. Three hours of sleep a night (if that), had produced small circles under your eyes, but Bucky thought you still looked beautiful as ever.

He checked his watch. It was a little after noon and it didn’t look like you were eating. Had you eaten at all today?

What Bucky did next, he would later try to play off as concern for a hard working friend. If they could even be considered friends.

Bucky headed to the deli he frequented and ordered grilled cheeses to go. The waitress gave him an odd look because not only did Bucky always eat in the deli, but he only ever ordered one sandwich.

“Hungry today, Bucky?” the pretty waitress asked more or less rhetorically. She had made some passes at him before, but he’d rejected her advances. Why? At the time, he didn’t want a girlfriend. Or even a friend to mess around with. Now though? Well, he still wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he knew he wanted you. And if that was a bad idea, then call him crazy.

He took the Styrofoam containers a few blocks down to the coffee shop.

You didn’t even see him enter the shop.

Bucky sidled up to the counter and rang the bell. The noise was so loud and so close to your head that you nearly jumped backwards. No, not nearly, you did flinch backwards, straightening up and groaning at the tightness in the back of your neck. Pain laced its way down your spine and up into your head.

And then you saw Bucky. To say you were surprised would be a gross understatement. You were thoroughly surprised, but more than that, you were wondering what was in the containers he held and why they smelled so good.

“Grilled cheese,” he answered your unspoken question. “I thought maybe you could use some food. Looks like you’re studying your head off, Doll.”

You smiled at him. “Yeah.” It only took you a minute to set up a table with a few napkins and precisely two chairs. You flipped the sign on the door to read closed; you were sure that people could survive without coffee for an hour while you took your lunch break.

You grabbed a few waters from the refrigerator before sitting down at the table across from Bucky.

“Thanks, Bucky,” you said. He smiled at you.

“You’re welcome, Y/N,” he said.

You two ate in tension-filled silence for a few moments before you asked him what was on your mind.

“Okay,” you said. “So, let me get this straight. You helped me on my first day of working here. I gave you my number. I thought there was something, you know, between us, but you never called.” Bucky started to interrupt you but you went on. “Then, you show up again, without warning, and bring me lunch because...well, I’m not sure why. The point is—did I read something wrong here?”

Bucky shook his head. “No, you didn’t. “

“Then what’s up, Bucky? Why didn’t you call?”

The answer to that was both simple and complicated. But he didn’t have to answer; you saw it in his eyes. The fear, the sadness, the anger, the betrayal. He must have had a past girlfriend. There is a certain type of pain that comes from heartbreak, and there it was, written in the crystalline dots in his beautiful blue eyes.

“Ah,” you nodded in recognition. “Ex-girlfriend?”

Bucky laughed humorlessly and stared down at his sandwich before answering. “Try ex-fiance.”

Your face fell. An ex-fiance? Bucky had been engaged? Wow. That was a-whole-nother ball game.

Bucky went on, “She cheated on me.” He sighed, deep, and you watched the tension fall from his shoulders. Finally, he looked at you. “I guess I was just scared, you know. To start something new. To trust like that again. She—she was the love of my life.”

You understood: she broke him. But you now saw it as your personal mission to put him back together. To make Bucky Barnes whole again. He brought you lunch; that was more than any of your exes had done for you this early in the relationship. Or ever.

Reaching across the table to take his hand in yours, you looked into his eyes. “I’m sorry, Bucky. But I’m not her. I’m just a law student struggling through midterms and life in general. I like you, Bucky. I think you’re sweet, and funny, and hot as hell,”—he laughed at that and you smiled at him—, “and I’d like for you to let me put you back together.”

“I’m not a damsel in distress,” he mimicked and the two of you laughed. The man in the corner startled at the loud interruption but if he minded he didn’t say anything.

“So,” you pulled your hand away from Bucky’s, “what d'ya say?”

“You know,” Bucky smirked at you. “It’s usually the guy who asks the girl out.”

You smiled and held your hand out. “Hi. My name’s Y/N.”

He laughed and shook your hand. “Bucky. May I take you to dinner sometime?”

“Indeed you may,” you giggled. “Happy?”

Bucky grinned from ear to ear and all you could think was that this man would be the death of you. You could already tell that he was going to be your bane as well as your greatest happiness. And, in the moment, you had placed a piece of his heart back into place.

“Very much, Doll.”

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Moving Pains

Summary: After graduating college, Wilbur decides to move out of the Robinson household to live on his own. Carl doesn’t take the news very well.

Content Warnings: Two instances of foul language.

Portals: Fanfiction.net | AO3

A/N: Thanks to @that-guy-in-the-bowler-hat for requesting this. We were talking about headcannons after I wrote my 10th anniversary Meet The Robinsons fic and we got on the subject of Carl and Wilbur having an argument if Wilbur were to ever move out of the house. Thus, this fic was born!

This fic takes place in the same universe as my last one-shot “Revisited”, so George is making a return as Wilbur’s boyfriend. Hopefully, you all find him just as interesting as Wilbur, haha!

Wilbur uncapped the black Sharpie lying next to his leg and labelled the box he had recently taped shut “Winter Clothes”. He carried the box to the door and sat it alongside other cardboard boxes piled nearby. Packing up all his belongings was more of a transformative experience that he had originally anticipated. After many months of stomach aching, searching and discussion with his boyfriend, George, Wilbur had decided to move out of the Robinson household and live in a nearby apartment. Wilbur and his boyfriend both had secure jobs- him as a burgeoning video game developer and George as a staff writer for a local magazine. They had found an affordable apartment out closer to the city center. The floor space was rather small; there were two rooms and a bathroom. But it was cozy. George had moved the last of his belongings into their space yesterday. Wilbur was moving the bulk of his stuff today. His biggest worry with this transition had been his family. All his life, they had been more than supportive to pretty much anything he did (outside of abjectly stupid choices), but his entire extended family lived under one roof. For him to move out was against tradition. Because of this, Wilbur confessed his desire to live on his own as casually as possible over dinner, not knowing what to expect. The reactions were mixed. Uncle Joe sobbed, sucking his thumb vigorously (though he reacted that way if he didn’t eat on schedule, so that didn’t mean too much). His grandpa cheered for him, and his two uncles clapped him on the back. Aunt Petunia rolled her eyes and complained that his new “boy toy” was making him forget about the family. His mother and father wore indiscernible reactions on their faces. They looked at each other, exchanging information in just a glance. The rest of the family was swept up with mumbles.

His parents pulled him aside for a TalkTM, but ultimately, they encouraged him. His mother understood, as she had moved in with Cornelius after they had become a serious couple. “Should I be expecting an engagement announcement soon?” she asked him playfully, smirking at Wilbur. He just blushed and scrubbed at the back of his neck.

His father’s response was noncommittal. He said, “Well, as long as you are happy, I think you should do it. You are old enough to live on your own” and left the conversation at that. Wilbur could sense that his father was holding something else back, but he didn’t push the issue.

With his parent’s blessing, Wilbur was slowly gathering his belongings together. The rest of the family helped him out, making the actual move an easy affair. Uncle Art offered up his flying saucer as transportation, though Wilbur declined because he wasn’t sure if Uncle Art was allowed to use the company vehicle for personal purposes. Everyone else searched the house for anything that was Wilbur’s and brought it to him, so he could decide from there what to do with it.

Carl was the exception. Ever since he broke the news about his move, the robot hadn’t spoken much to Wilbur. Anytime they did talk, Carl fiddled with his hands and avoided eye contact at all costs. The conversations were brief and never about anything too serious. Whenever Wilbur asked him what was wrong, Carl would come up with some excuse and zip away before Wilbur had a chance to stop him.

Wilbur had started wrapping up his Captain Time Travel figures when he heard a knock on the door. Carl peered into Wilbur’s room, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Hey. Can I come in?” he asked, almost in a whisper. Wilbur beamed at his friend, standing up to meet him at the doorway.

“Yeah, of course, Carl.”

After Carl stepped inside, he narrowed his optics and looked away from Wilbur, tapping his metallic fingers against where his chin would be if his face weren’t a smooth cylinder shape. He turned back to Wilbur, ready to say something, but he paused, frowning. Wilbur arched an eyebrow, waiting for Carl to find his words.

“Look…Wilbur…uh…” Carl’s optics darted around the room, sticking onto places were his belongings were missing. “I…I’m really happy about you and George. You know, he’s…he’s a good kid. And I’m really proud of you! Super proud of all the things you’ve done and seriously…being your friend has been…such a gift.”

“…But?” Wilbur knew what was coming.

Carl gave him a deep sigh. “…but…I really don’t think you should move out.”

There it was. Although Carl hadn’t said as much, Wilbur had a feeling this is what Carl had been refusing to talk about. Wilbur swallowed back his frustration. “Why?” he asked, as he returned to packing.

“Well…you already have a home here! You don’t need to live away from us, you know?” Wilbur took another sheet of wrapping paper as he listened to Carl speak. “It’s a lot of work to live on your own, too. You have to pay your own bills and make your own food and- “

“Dude, I know. That’s why I want to move out. I’ve never done anything without the family before and…I want that to change. I think learning to be self-sufficient would be a good thing for me.” Wilbur loved his family-always had, always will. He was proud to be a Robinson, but sometimes he wished to exist as a more independent entity. People had associated his face with his father’s his whole life. He wanted an existence outside of that shadow, at least as much of one as he could.

Carl changed the subject. “Well…maybe George could move in here. We have plenty of room.”

“George wouldn’t want that. You know how he gets all shy when he is around too many people. The Robinsons would drive him nuts!”

When Carl didn’t say anything, Wilbur spoke up. “Look, Carl…George and I…We are in a serious relationship now. This isn’t one of my high school dates that I broke up with after three months. I’ve been with him for two years now.” Wilbur met Carl’s eyes. “I want to take the next step with him. Who knows, maybe some time down the line, we’ll get engaged.” His face blossomed red at the words. “But we won’t know if that’s the right move unless we spend time living with each other.”

Wilbur could hear the way Carl joints creaked as he moved and he imagined Carl was wildly gesticulating, the way he always did when he was passionately speaking. “So what? You don’t need to move away when you have a serious relationship. I haven’t moved out of this house once in all my years of dating!”

“All of your ‘dates’ lived here already, Carl! There was no need to move.”

“Well, if they didn’t live here, then I wouldn’t move anyway. A little biking never hurt anyone.”

Wilbur glared at Carl from the box he was packing. “Why are you bringing all of this up now? Right as I’m about to leave when you could’ve mentioned this to me at any point these last few weeks? I’m almost completely packed!”

Carl’s mouth flapped open and shut like a fish. He fidgeted. “I...I was having a hard time coming up with what to say. I mean, you seemed so dead-set on leaving, I…I only just now figured out all of my thoughts.”

“That’s such a lie.” Wilbur muttered.

“I’m telling you the truth!”

He felt all the seams of his composure break at the same time, his bile pouring out all at once. “You’ve never had a real relationship in your life! They were all with appliances!”

Wilbur regretted saying that as soon as it came out of his mouth. Carl stood there, shocked. If he had tear ducts, he would most certainly be crying. Before Wilbur could apologize, Carl left his room, sobbing.

The next day, Wilbur ate dinner with his family, his last dinner at home while living under the Robinson roof. The family found the occasion momentous enough for celebration, so they ate more dessert than usual- lava cakes, macaroons, apple pie and even ice cream sundaes. Wilbur could only stomach a bit of the lavish food. He probably would have had a larger apetite if a wad of guilt wasn’t weighing his stomach down. In between small bites of ice cream, he would glance at Carl, but Carl never met his eyes. He busied himself with serving the food and collecting any dirty dishes to be cleaned later. Wilbur glanced back down at his ice cream, suddenly feeling his stomach twist. He pushed the sundae away from him, the treat turning to ash on his tongue.

“Wilbur, why aren’t you eating your ice cream?” Cousin Lazlo asked, fiddling with his paint gun. “You love ice cream.”

At that comment, the whole table looked to Wilbur. He sat up a bit and cleared his throat. “Sorry, I’m just not that hungry right now. It was good, though.” He didn’t bother to look up. He knew his family were probably concerned, but Wilbur couldn’t be bothered to care.

Carl made no comment about Wilbur not finishing his favorite dessert. He merely stretched his arm over the length of the table and scooped the now- sundae soup without so much as a concern tilt of the head. As soon as his dishes were taken away, Wilbur got up from the table, heading back to his room.

“Wilbur?” He turned around when his dad called his name, hands in his pockets. Cornelius’s arms were folded over his chest. “Is everything okay?”

Wilbur drew a hand through his hair. “Yeah…yeah. I’m fine, Dad.” When Cornelius’s eyebrows didn’t lower, he realized that his father didn’t believe him at all. Not surprising. “Alright…no, I’m not fine.”

The creases in Cornelius’s face softened. He came closer to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“No…I got it, Dad. I just got to talk to Carl and apologize for being a shithead,” he mumbled, ignoring the sour look Cornelius gave him at his curse. “Trust me. I know what to do.”

“Alright, son,” Cornelius pat Wilbur’s shoulder. “If you need anything, you know who to talk to.” Wilbur watched him walk away before heading to the kitchen, where Carl was planning out the next meal for the family. He had his head in the refrigerator when Wilbur cleared his throat. “Carl?”

He heard a metallic clank and a muffled ow. Carl emerged, rubbing the back of his head. “Jeez, Wilbur. You scared me!”

“Sorry.” Wilbur put his hands into his pockets again. “So, Carl. I just…came here to apologize for, y’know what I said to you and everything. It was pretty stupid of me and…and it wasn’t cool.” Wilbur studied Carl, waiting for the forgiveness that he was positive would be coming.

Instead, Carl just looked back at Wilbur blankly. “That’s it? That’s your apology.”

“What else am I supposed to say? I’m sorry for what I said about you.”

Carl huffed. “Do you think that’s going to make me feel better? Look, I’m sure you are sorry, bro, but I’m still hurt. What you said…….that was pretty painful. I’m not….I’m sorry, but I can’t forgive you just yet, okay?” Carl turned away from Wilbur, focusing on writing out a list of ingredients.

“Why not? I didn’t mean what I said!”

“You still said it.” Carl said bitterly. A rather awkward pause passed between them, heavy with Carl’s cold shoulder. Wilbur left without a word, getting Carl’s message.

Wilbur sat on the couch in his new apartment, playing a new video game he bought, hoping it would lift his spirits. Being stuck on the same jump wasn’t helping his mood. He groaned as the lost his last life to the same empty pit, tossing the controller to the side.

He cradled his face in his hands, so he only felt the couch dip when George took a seat next to him. “Couldn’t beat the level?” he asked. Wilbur felt a gentle hand rub between his shoulder blades.

He peered out from between his fingers at George. “No. I couldn’t.”

“Something up?” George had gotten good at reading his emotions over the years. Too good, sometimes.

Wilbur sat fully upright, the curve of his back pressed along the back of the couch. “It’s been a week and Carl still won’t talk to me. I’m starting to think that we might never be friends again.”

Wilbur heard George heave a sigh. “You’re exaggerating again, cariño.”

“Am I?” he huffed. “I apologized to him the day after we fought and yet he still won’t talk to me.” He stared up at the ceiling. “He told me he couldn’t forgive me yet, but I have a feeling maybe he never will forgive me! He’s never been this quiet before. Every time we’ve ever disagreed on something, we’ve always made up by the end of the day. But now…I don’t know if I can ever fix up what happened…What do I even do?”

A hand rested on Wilbur’s knee and he turned to look at George. To save what little resolve he had, he didn’t meet George’s hazel eyes. Wilbur couldn’t afford to get lost in them. He focused on his nose instead, narrowing on the minute shrinking and flaring of the nostrils.

It took him a moment to realize George was calling his name. “Sorry, what?” he asked, looking up, finally creating eye contact.

“I said, you need to give Carl some time. You obviously hurt him a lot. He is allowed not to forgive you, you know?”

Wilbur’s shoulder sunk. “Yeah, yeah…I know.” His head drooped with his sagging shoulders until George took his jaw in his hand and brought their eye contact together again.

“But…you and Carl have been friends since you were a baby. I have a feeling someone who put up with you as a bratty kid will be able to forgive you for being an idiot.”

Wilbur pouted. “I take offense with that.”

George’s mouth twitched to a smile, but his lips fell again. “Besides, I can’t really blame Carl for being upset about your moving out. He never liked me very much.”

What? He didn’t know what George was saying. Everyone loved him! “Dude, c’mon. Why would Carl not like y-“ The answer hit him in the face like a wet washcloth. “…You think he was jealous of us?”

George nodded. It was his turn to break eye contact. “He was okay with me when we were just friends, but…I think at some point he noticed that I had a crush on you and…well….”

Wilbur thought back to before they started dating, looking for evidence of George’s claims, but he came back empty-handed. “What do you mean? I don’t remember Carl acting weird around you. He might’ve while we were dating, but….”

“He was, cariño. Créeme.”

Wilbur wanted to believe his boyfriend was mistaken, but considering how wounded Carl had seemed after he had left the Robinson household didn’t give much hope to an alternative explanation. Wilbur took George’s hand. George turned to look at him, gently chewing the inside of his cheek like he always did when he was thinking.

Wilbur let go of his hand and wrapped it around his waist, resting his head against George’s wild chestnut hair. “You know, I’m really happy we moved in together.”

George tilted his head, but didn’t say anything. His wore a genuine smile on his lips, the kind that warmed his stomach the way a recent sip of hot chocolate did. “Me, too.”

Their lips met, gentle and loving. Wilbur cupped one of George’s cheeks and traced his cheekbone out with his thumb. After a few softer pecks, they separated. Wilbur smiled, moving his hand from his cheek to just along his jaw.

“Remember that one time when Carl caught us making out in my room?”

Wilbur snickered when George’s face immediately flushed, the red bleeding onto his neck. “Don’t remind me.” He grumbled in Spanish.

“I think he was more upset than you.” Wilbur said through a chuckle, replying in the same language.

George wrinkled his nose and squinted his eyes at Wilbur. He had shifted so their hips were touching. “Why are you bringing up the most embarrassing moment of my life?”

George’s expression was so cute that Wilbur needed a couple extra seconds to translate. “Well..” he put their foreheads together. “....because the way you kissed me was unforgettable.”

Wilbur’s heart kicked up a couple of notches when George smirked a bit and shook his head, chuckling. “You make it sound like that was the best kiss you ever had from me. We’ve shared an awful lot of them.”

Wilbur shrugged, trying to seem as unaffected as possible, even though George sometimes made it hard to breath. “Mind sharing some more with me?”

George replied by kissing Wilbur until his lips were red with them.

Dust floated in and out of the sliver of light spilling into Carl’s room as he shuffled through his belongings. As he quietly organized tools, he noticed a picture frame that had somehow wedged itself behind his desk. He retrieved it and almost immediately he wanted to return it to the dark corner of his room where it came from. A younger Wilbur, George and him smiled up from the frame, arms wrapped around each other. Carl was in the middle with Wilbur and George on either side. The two boys were no older than ten. Wilbur still had his rounded baby cheeks and George’s hair was long enough to almost cover his eyes.

Carl sighed (a purely vocal sigh, as he had no air to expel. It came out more like he had just discovered he could make sounds at all), cradling the frame in his palms. Wilbur, George and him had been in separable for Wilbur’s entire existence. The two boys had been in the same kindergarten class. From that point on, if he saw one of the boys, he guessed the other was not too far away. In the beginning, he had assumed their friendship would morph into a strong brotherly affection. That’s how Carl saw Wilbur anyway. (Technically, they shared a father.) When George was thirteen, their relationship shifted. They were still friends- always spending time together, but Carl could sense a tension between them- subtle enough to ignore, but strong enough to make their interactions minutely different. George would often cast glances at Wilbur when he wasn’t looking and Wilbur would do the same. He was surprised when Wilbur and George dated other people, expecting for a confession to come at any time. Finally, they started dating once Wilbur went off to college. And now…well…Wilbur was living with George.

Ah yes…He recalled the bitter argument he and Wilbur had before he left. Wilbur’s claim that he would never understand human romance still buzzed in his audio processors …Carl would admit that he was not the best with people, but Cornelius had programmed him well enough to see how much George meant to Wilbur. He understood the desire to stay around someone you cared about, especially someone you loved. He understood it, but it was still upsetting to see his best friend leave.

He recalled the apology Wilbur had given him the day after, while he was in the kitchen. Logically, Carl knew that Wilbur didn’t want to leave things on bad terms and probably felt horrible about what he said, but emotionally, Carl hadn’t been able to accept the apology. Wilbur’s word had felt shallow to him. Not because Wilbur didn’t honestly feel sorry for his actions, but more that Wilbur had expected Carl to forgive him. In some ways, that stung more than anything Wilbur had said. Couldn’t Wilbur see that he needed time to heal? That he couldn’t say that everything was okay when they clearly were not?

He was so lost in his melancholy that he almost didn’t hear the knock on his door. “Carl?”

Carl felt his gears shift, taken aback. He was not expecting to here Wilbur’s voice call to him. He set the photo down and opened the door. Wilbur cleared his throat. “Hey, Carl. Can we talk for a bit?”

Carl resisted the urge to leap at Wilbur and hug him. “Yeah.” He stepped out of his room completely. “Uh…so…Wilbur…”

Wilbur help up his hand. “Let me go first. Carl, I’m sorry about what I said to you before I moved out. It was…shitty of me and I feel really, really bad about it. I know that your relationships are important to you. I mean, you are one of the most understanding and loving guys I know. For me to insult you like that…well, I really messed up. And then when I expected you to be in a place to forgive me right after what happened… ” Wilbur was silent for a moment, letting what he said stew before continuing. “The reason I was so upset when we had that argument was because I was expecting you to support me, but I didn’t really think about your feelings and that a change like this is going to affect the people around me.”

Carl blinked, his lips twitching in a smile. He knew that Wilbur had a lot of pride, always thinking he knew what was best, that he had everything under control. For him to admit his weakness meant a lot. “I…I was really upset that you were moving out. Not because you were doing anything…you know, wrong…I just….” He sniffled. “…didn’t want you to grow up so fast. I mean, one minute you’re this…little buddy that wears space onesies…” He saw Wilbur roll his eyes at that comment. “…and the next, you’ve got a boyfriend! Next thing I know, you’re gonna be bringing home little buddies of your own and…. and…Oh, Wilbur! I’m gonna miss you so much!”

His resolve crumbled as he roped Wilbur into a hug. He didn’t notice he was squeezing too hard until Wilbur wheezed at him to let up, which he did. “Gosh, I’m so proud of you! I think you should name one of your kids after me.”

Wilbur’s cheeks were a deep shade of red and he coughed. Instead of responding, he clapped his hand on Carl’s spindly shoulder. “Thanks, pal. I’ll try to stop by more, okay?”

Carl nodded eagerly. “And I’ll stop by your new crib too. You have to show me around.”

“Maybe in a little while. There’s still some unpacking we have to do.”

The two of them chatted until Wilbur wrinkled his nose. “Something smells like it’s burning.”

Suddenly, Carl gasped and sped away to the nearest travel tube, yelling “NO! NOT THE APPLE PIE!” as he left. Wilbur chuckled and shook his head. He followed after him. Wilbur wasn’t going to miss out Carl’s apple pie for the world, even if it was a little burnt.

Translation Notes:

-cariño= (literally: affection) term of endearment; equivalent to honey or sweetie.

-Créeme.= Believe me.

I am not fluent in Spanish, so I appreciate any feedback. I want to be as accurate as possible.

Thank you for reading this work. I hope you all enjoyed it! Additional thank yous to @that-guy-in-the-bowler-hat for the request.

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Twins [chapter one]

Tyler and Ryan Godfrey

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Two small children ran through the meadow behind their house happily playing a game of war with their fingers disguised as pistols, shooting them at one another with grins on their faces. “Tyler! They’re infiltrating our airships and bases! We must act quickly!” Ryan said, pointing to the sky with his index finger, gesturing to the make-believe airships. “Ryan, what’s our plan of attack?” His older brother, Tyler, said, getting on one knee as to show a sign of loyalty. Ryan’s face went blank as if his brain was filled with confusion. “What’s that mean?” He asked, looking a little embarrassed. Tyler shrugged, his black hair falling into his eyes. “Maybe it means the method of attacking?”

Ryan shrugged but continued on with their game. “We shall take an emergency airship in order to ambush them!” Tyler nodded and started to initiate the startup sequence for the make-believe airship. “Hop on, Sir, we leave in ten seconds and counting!”

As Tyler started to count down, Ryan hopped onto the make-believe airship, but in the process he tripped on a discarded rock in the meadow, falling onto his brother. The two chuckled and rolled on the grass, looking at the clouds. “Hey, Tyler?” The younger of the two whispered as if anything louder would ruin everything, “Why do Mother and Father fight?”

Tyler lay next to Ryan with a serious expression on his face. “I don’t think either of them is happy.”

Ryan pouted. “What’s going to happen to us if they split up?”

“I don’t like thinking of the possibilities…” He said, his breath wavering.

The two stared at each other with the same words written in their eyes.

‘Don’t ever leave me’

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Tyler closed his computer, ignoring the continuation of the video playing. He could hear his younger self shouting at his mother asking when their friend Melissa was coming over, and his younger brother asking the same thing after him. It brought tears to his eyes remembering that conversation. It had been two years since Ryan died and Tyler still couldn’t forget him or get over him.

He heard three soft knocks on his bedroom door. “Tyler? Are you awake?” The soft voice of his mother shook him out of his thoughts. Tyler muted his computer and rubbed his eyes sleepily. “Yeah, Mom, I’m up…” He stood up and wobbled over to his door, unlocking it and opening it for his mother. “Tyler, it’s nearly three in the morning, why aren’t you asleep?”

Tyler sighed. “I have a lot of things on my mind, Mom… Like Ryan…”

His mother lowered her head in understanding. She knew how hard Ryan’s death was for everyone, but it especially took a toll on Tyler. They were twins, after all. They were connected in every way. Mrs. Godfrey noticed the bags under her son’s eyes. “What time have you been going to sleep?” Her son shrugged, putting his computer on his desk next to his pile of books.

Sighing, Mrs. Godfrey pushed her son towards his bed. “Honey, you have multiple tests today! Sleep while you can, and I’ll take care of your lunch!”

Tyler just sat down on his bed while his mother ran around frantically trying to help her son. He couldn’t go back to sleep, which was why he was up in the first place. He unplugged his phone from its charger and shuffled his favourite playlist. Plugging his headphones, he laid down on his bed listening to the song that started to play. It was Bring Me The Horizon’s song, Throne.

Remember the moment you left me alone

Broke every promise you ever made

This was Ryan’s favourite band. For his and Tyler’s fifteenth birthday, their parents bought them tickets to their concert, though it was nearly a month away. The two of them freaked out about being able to go to BMTH’s concert. Their mother had videotaped their reaction, the video was now on Tyler’s computer in a file named ‘R Y A N’.

I was an ocean, lost in the open

Nothing could take the pain away

Tyler smiled at the memory. His brother was always one for music and instruments. He was in the school’s band as the first chair saxophone player. He’d practice day and night to get ready for any upcoming concerts. Tyler would sit and listen to him play.

So you can throw me to the wolves

Tomorrow I will come back

Leader of the whole pack

He heard a loud crash coming from his kitchen. He shot up out of his bed, discarding his phone and music, and ran to his kitchen. When he arrived, his mother was sitting on the floor wearing her gardening gloves picking up the glass of fallen plates. “Mother,” Tyler said, kneeling down next to her, “What happened?” She rubbed her head sheepishly. “I was making your breakfast, but I grabbed too many plates.” She gestured to the glass shards lying on the floor. “I dropped them, but thankfully only one broke.”

Tyler helped his mother pick up the glass and offered to help with breakfast, but she insisted that he sleep. He protested that he wasn’t tired and could help, but she told him once he didn’t have bags under his eyes she’d believe him. He turned back towards the direction of his bedroom hearing his music playing from the distance. When he entered the room, he realized it wasn’t his room.

His eyes landed on the neatly made bed. No one had laid in there for two years now. The room smelled like apples and pencil shavings and had four unopened gifts laying on the desk. Tyler wanted to cry, but he made a promise. So the brunette bit his lip wiped his eyes and sat down on the white coloured rug that laid in the middle of the floor. He sighed and looked at the out-of-date calendar that was pinned to the wall. A date was circled in silver sharpie, February 29th. The birthday of the Godfrey twins. Tyler felt himself begin to tear up.

Ryan died just three days after their birthday. Those were the gifts Tyler gave him.

Tyler felt his tears fall onto his hands. He tried to repress his sobs, but they couldn’t be held back anymore. He heard loud footsteps pass by Ryan’s old room. “Tyler! Breakfast is ready!”

He heard his mother open his bedroom door. She hummed in confusion and almost walked past Ryan’s old room, but she caught Tyler sitting on the floor out of the corner of her eye. “Tyler? Honey?” She whispered, kneeling down next to him, “What’s wrong?”

Tyler let out a strangled sob. “I miss Ryan, Mom… I miss him… So much…”

He felt his mother’s arms wrap around him. “It’s going to be okay, honey..” She said, rubbing his back in a soothing manner. “Cheer up, Tyler… Ryan would want you to enjoy your birthday for him…”

Tyler’s eyes widened. That’s right.

Today was their birthday.

#bmth #bring me the horizon #throne #mystery #original #chapter one #chapter 1

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