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lovelinoss · 5 months

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Enemies?

Nonidol!hyunjin x gn!reader

Enemies to lovers | highschool!au (seniors)

Warnings : bickering.. semi-bullying? (Not much, they hate eachother so..), no more that I know of let me know if there is any to add

A/n : like a one time thing cause I was thinking about scenarios in my head when I thought of this was and I kept getting ideas 😭 never writing a fic in my life again 😥 also was not expecting this to be THIS long but!! Part 2 maybe.. ^^

(7.7k words)

Hwang. Fucking. Hyunjin.

Just his name alone was enough to infuriate you and get your blood boiling. Simply put, he was your arch-nemesis. Your rival. Your enemy. Always picking on you in school, acting like he was all high and mighty. He would do anything to make you mad, and it worked. Even if you didn’t wanna admit it.

It was the week before your senior year finally started. You were dreading going to school, not excited to see Hyunjin again. Laying down in your bed, fond memories came flooding back as you were thinking about the upcoming school year.

Once, Hyunjin just so happened to be right behind you while you were in the cafeteria, and just so happened to ‘bump’ into you. Saying how he was “oh so sorry”, saying how he didn’t see you and just ran off, leaving your meal on the floor and you glaring at him.

Another time during hoco, he ‘accidentally’ spilled his almost full cup - and I mean till the brim - of fruit punch onto your white dress. It was obviously planned. He said a meaningless sorry as he ran off cackling with his friends, high fiving one of them. You went home right after, feeling all sticky and a bit humiliated in front of the whole school.

And another time, he threw a football as you were walking past the field. Not when you were even close to the border that marked off the play area. It so happened to hit you right on the head, causing you to drop your newly bought phone to the concrete ground. Everyone knew he had a good aim. You turned back, furious, to see him high fiving his friends.

There was oh so much more, and you wanted this to end. A new year, new you, yeah?

Finally, Monday came rolling around. You quickly got ready, putting on a decent outfit for the first day and finally arrived upon your dear, sweet high school.

As you walked in, your best friend Jisung wrapped his arms around you, welcoming you in a Jisung-signature style way.

“Hey bae!” He said sweetly. “So, whats the occasion? Looking a bit hot today.” You laughed, smacking him on his arm as he exaggerated the pain.

“Nothing,” you responded. “Just.. wanted to look a bit better for the new year yknow?”

“Ah, gotcha,” he winked. “Yknow. Hyunjin came around earlier, asking where you were. Fucking obsessed freak. Anyway, I told him to fuck off and mind his business.”

“This is why I still tolerate you,” you responded, thanking him in your own way. He smacked you back as you guys both giggled and entered homeroom.

Thankfully, it was a free-sit class, automatically making both you and Jisung sit next to each other. As you were taking out your pencil, you heard Jisung groan, making you look up to see Hyunjin enter the doorway. As soon as he entered the classroom, he spotted you, allowing a big stupid smile to appear on that stupid face of his. Oh great.

“Hey,” Hyunjin said nonchalantly as he came towards you. “Thought you were gone for good. Glad you’re still here. That way I’ll still have some fun in this junk of a place.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes before you met his gaze.

“Oh yeah? Are you that obsessed with me that you just have to have me around here? You need me to have fun? Cute.”

You could see the flare in his eyes as he rolled his eyes and walked away from you, finding a seat next to one of his side chicks, all of a sudden making out with her in the middle of the classroom. His eyes glared at you. Staring at you while he made out with is billionth chick of the week. What a creep. You stuck a tongue out, turning your focus over to Jisung.

He lifted up and hand, signaling a high five and you did just that, slightly. You let out a sigh. Maybe you could really stand up to him. Maybe even mess around with him a bit, just like he did to you.

These small quarrels went on for a bit. Both of you guys always so happened to bump into each other at the worst timing, and end up bickering over the smallest things.

Once, he fucking tripped you as you were walking to your lunch table with Jisung. Making you fall face flat to the floor.

“I saw what you did, Hyunjin. Apologize,” Jisung said in defense. In response, Hyunjin just lifted to arms and shrugged, acting like he didn’t do anything. You were furious.

The next day, you stole his backpack and threw it in the fountain. Of course, he found you during passing period and shoved you against against a locker.

One day, your teacher announced that there was a new student in our school, joining your homeroom. Honestly, who goes to a new school one month of senior year on a Wednesday? You heard rumors he was hot, but you werent expecting that much until a boy walked in.

“Everyone, meet Lee Minho.” You teacher announced as the guy, introduced as Minho, waved giving a small smile. Somehow he met your gaze, and gave you your own smile. He wasn’t exactly your type, but he was hot. The rumors were exactly right.

Jisung just so happened to be preoccupied in his extracurriculars that time, having to had to leave during class time, but there was an empty seat next to you. Your teacher told Minho to go and sit next to you, which he happily obliged.

“Hey, I’m Minho,” He said as he sat down and faced you. His voice was so calming, like you could practically sleep while listening to him talk. “Well.. you already know that by now. What’s your name?”

“Y/n,” you responded. “Nice to meet you. How’d you end up moving to this school?”

“I dont know.. well I do know. But it’s kind of embarrassing..” he shyly said. “I got in trouble for self defense you could say. This guy punched me first and was going to do the same to my friend.. so I beat him up.” Your mouth gaped. He laughed at your shocked expression. “Don’t worry, I don’t go around beating random people up.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh as a joke and both of you guys laughed. He was sweet, you could definitely tell.

While you were getting to know Minho more, you felt a gaze boring into you. You turned to see Hyunjin staring at the two of you, more so likely to Minho, then back to you and so forth. What was wrong with him?

As the bell rang, you guys parted ways after you asked Minho if he wanted to join you and Jisung for lunch. He happily accepted, having no one else he knew in the school yet. Once you met Jisung in the hallways to go to your other class together, you told him about lunch with Minho. He was ‘skeptical’ at first, saying that Minho may be a serial killer and you may be the next victim. What the hell. So Jisung-like. You slapped him playfully. He whined. You guys both laughed.

Finally lunch came rolling around, and you guys sat in your usual spot. Once you spotted Minho looking around, you waved you hand and he smiled.

“Hey Minho!” You exclaimed as he sat down across from you and Jisung. “This is Jisung, the friend I was talking about?” Jisung waved and put on his stupid grin. Minho smiled, introducing himself. Lunch went smoothly. Minho surprisingly had the same humor as you and Jisung, and you guys all laughed throughout the whole lunch period. However, you caught Hyunjin catching glances over to your table. What a freak.

The bell rang, making all three of you guys split up and head your own ways. You walked to your next period, art class. You loved your art teacher and just art in general. However like always, when you walked in, Hyunjin was there. Sitting right there staring at you.

You don’t even know why and how he’s in art class. A guy like him? Interested in art? Unbelievable.

You ignored him as you made your way to your desk, meeting your in-class friend, Felix. Felix knew about Hyunjin and whatnot, always on your side no matter what. He was your close friend you knew from childhood, but obviously growing up you guys split to different friend groups. You guys still stayed close, especially since you guys shared some classes together.

“Lix!” You exclaimed as you sat down.

“Hey!” He responded, passing you a bottle of your favorite drink - banana milk. You patted him on the back as a thanks. He smiled in response.

Once everyone settled down, your art teacher gave the assignment for the day, allowing everyone to go their own ways. As you were chatting with Felix while you were drawing away, you noticed Hyunjin walking towards you. You groaned, knowing hell was coming your way.

“Y/n,” he spoke softly. “Can i talk to you after school? Serious.”

You glared up at him, scoffing before rolling your eyes.

“Why should I?”

It was his turn to scoff. He slammed his hand on the spot right next to you on your desk and he looked right in your eyes.

“‘Cause I said so. Im serious y/n. I have to talk to you.”

“How about no?”

He gave up easily, what a surprise, and walked off to his desk.

“What was that about.” Felix asked. You shrugged, going back to your artwork.

After the bell rang, you walked out of the classroom heading to your next class before you felt a tug on your wrist and you got pulled back. Startled, you tried to fight back before you were met with Hyunjin’s gaze.

“Wha - what do you want?” You asked, stiffening up as soon as you saw Hyunjin.

“Y/n. Im serious. Talk to me after school? Please.” His face softened, the first time you’ve ever seen his expression so soft. He looked.. genuine. I mean what could possibly go wrong? You accepted, freeing yourself from his grasp as you walked to your next class.

Finally, the bell that indicated that school was over rang. Oh how you were dreading to meet up with Hyunjin. You told Jisung and Minho about the whole situation, which made both of them beg you if they could hide from behind and watch the whole situation. You had no reason to say no so you accepted.

As you were approaching the spot where he asked you to meet you, you saw him, leaning against the wall while he was scrolling on his phone. You looked back to see Jisung give you a big thumbs up and Minho just smiling.

As you got closer, he looked up from his phone and waved.

“Didn’t think you’d actually be here,” he said as he stuffed his phone in his pocket. You rolled your eyes.

“What’d you call me here for? Wanna confess your dying love to me?” You joked, giving him a smile.

“Close,” he responded. “Lets make a deal, yeah?” You glared at him in response.

“Why should I?”

“Because,” he shrugged. “Anyway. Look. Can you pretend to be my girlfriend? Just one day.” Your jaw dropped. You weren’t for sure, but you could also hear Jisung and Minho gasping.

“Why me?” You asked, confused as ever. “We both hate each other. Definitely not a match. There’s other girls in this school that fit you more, and who do you even have to have a fake girlfriend for anyway.”

Hyunjin let out a sigh. He rubbed his face before looking up back at you.

“My little sister. She overheard me talking to my friends about you. A prank I was gonna pull on you. ‘Wow what a shocker’, i know. She thought you were my girlfriend and begged me to bring you home one day. I can’t disappoint my little sister, can I?” You let out a small giggle. You never thought that Hyunjin had a side of him like this. “So?”

“What do I get in return?” You asked, looking up back at him.

“A nice, cute, and very good looking fake boyfriend?” You rolled your eyes. However you thought for a moment. This might help get Hyunjin off your back for good.

“What if I like.. burn the house down and make your sister be in harm's way,” you said. Of course, you wouldn’t. You’ve had babysitting history and you were very good with little kids.

“I’m sure you won’t,” Hyunjin smiled, patting you on the shoulder. He reached into his pockets before pulling out a piece a paper. He brought out his spare hand, signaling you to open yours. You got the memo, and did, and he placed the piece of paper into your hand. “I’ll text you the details okay?” he said before running off..

“Wait! I never said yes yknow?!” You screamed at him but all you got in return was a hand raise from him as he ran off.

Right after he left, you heard hurrying footsteps behind you, and as you turned your head you were attacked by both Jisung and Minho.

“Fuck- what do I do..” you expressed. Jisung placed both hands on your shoulders and shook you, not believing what he heard and saw was right.

“You’re being a fake girlfriend?! For him out if all people? Wake up girlfriend,” Jisung exclaimed. Minho had just heard all this drama between you and Hyunjin during lunch, but he was way too invested.

“What if he murders you at his house?! Y/n, wake up!!” Minho joined in alongside Jisung.

“That’s what I’m saying!!” Jisung agreed.

“Oh my god- you guys are so unbelievable. It’s fine. I won’t die. Promise,” you said tapping them both on the shoulder. “C’mon, lets go.”

Was this some sort of a joke?

Back at home, you were snuggled up in your bed, reading your favorite book. That’s when you remembered the piece of paper Hyunjin gave you previously. You reached into your pocket to find the crumpled up paper that read his number.

You got the piece of paper and pulled out your phone, dialing the number that was supposedly Hyunjin’s.

Hey 6:45pm

You messaged him, now awaiting his response. It didn’t take long for him to start typing.

You Glad you actually messaged me :) I was waiting for your text message 6:48pm

He really was? I guess he really needed you that bad..

You Hm.. so… Are you serious about this whole “fake girlfriend” thing? Istg your messing with me Do you even have a little sister? 6:50pm

Hyunjin Ofc I am Wanna see my little sister? *sends image* 6:51pm

He really did have a sister.. and a really cute and sweet looking one too. Her chubby, rosy cheeks looked so squishable and she looked so friendly.

You Is this little sweet girl from google No way this little girl is your sister 6:53pm

Hyunjin She is my sister and I am her brother Why is it so hard to believe? Are you calling me ugly?! 6:54pm

You Never said that! Although you are very ugly How can a sweet girl be related to your ugly looking ass 6:55pm

Hyunjin You think you’re not ugly?! Your way uglier than me yknow 6:56pm

You scoffed behind the screen. Oh how you wanted to punch him through the screen so bad.

You Ugh. Anyways, when do I have to do this “girlfriend” act.. wait. Aren’t you like pretty popular? You could get any girl and just ask them to come Plus they could be your real, genuine gf Why me? 6:59pm

Hyunjin Cause You’re y/n And my little sis knows your name It’s weird for someone who’s not you to pretend to be you, yeah? 7:01pm

You Ok.. So when? 7:01pm

Hyunjin Uhm.. I hate to break it to you (i don’t. Rlly) Saturday 7:02pm

Saturday? Saturday?! That was like in 2 days. Seriously? Couldn’t he have told you sooner or made the date a little later?

You Saturday?? That’s so soon I dont know who you think I am but I cant just last minute go to a house of a person I hate I have to get mentally ready 7:04pm

Hyunjin It’s not that big of a deal, no? Cmon, i thought you found my little sister cute Do it for her please? 7:05pm

You Ughhh Finnee. What time 7:08pm

Hyunjin Noon 7:10pm read

The next two days went like always, you hung out with Jisung and Minho and there was Hyunjin always bickering with you.

“Hey, wanna go study together at the library?” Minho asked one day while you guys were eating lunch. “Like after school?”

“Cant,” Jisung responded with mouth full of his lunch. “Part-time job, yknow?”

“How about you?” He turned and faced you.

“Hm, I think I can. Yeah, sure. Let’s meet up at the library right after school.” You responded, going back to your tray of food.

After school ended, you parted ways with Jisung after your guys’ last class and went towards the library. There, Minho waved you over once you guys both spotted each other.

Once you sat down, you guys both went ahead to studying. Here and there you guys would chat and giggle.

“Hey isn’t that Hyunjin?” Minho asked looking over you. You turned in response and there he was, leaning against a beanbag that was set in the corner of the library reading some book. “Never knew he was a book guy.”

“Gosh, he’s like everywhere I go.” You groaned, looking back at Minho. “I swear to god this isn’t some coincidence. The lord just hates me.”

Both of you guys laughed at your response and went on with your day.

Saturday came rolling around quick. Dressed in a casual jean and a white shirt, you were standing right in front of the Hwang residents. From the looks of his home, you guessed his family was pretty well off. With a sigh you let out, you walked to the door and pressed the doorbell sitting right next to it.

A few seconds passed without an answer, so you did a good three knocks on the wooden door. You heard a bit of clamoring in there until you heard Hyunjin’s voice shouting.

“Wait a moment!!”

A minute passed before the door opened to reveal a hectic Hyunjin. He was dressed in gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt with small stains on it. You almost let out a laugh. You never expected Hwang Hyunjin to ever look so vulnerable like this.

“Hey,” He greeted you, opening the door wider allowing you in.

“Hey,” you responded, neatly taking off your shoes and placing them with the rest in the corner of the doorway. “Where’s your parents? I wanna go say hi..”

“Oh my parents? They’re out, they should be back around dinner time so.”

“Oh alright,” you nodded. “You look uglier than any other days.”

“Are you looking at a mirror?”

He smiled before turning around and leading you to the kitchen while you were containing yourself from not beating him up.

You looked around the hallways, decorated with paintings and images framed up. Now you knew why he was in art class.

“Where’s the infamous little sister you’ve been talking about?” You questioned as you walked in the kitchen.

“Hm? Oh Hyuna. She’s trying to get herself dolled up for you,” He responded, getting out a bottle of what looked like banana milk and handing it to you. “You like banana milk, yeah? I see you drinking it all the time in art class.”

“Yeah.. thanks,” you responded, kind of shocked he caught this detail of you. “Hey, this isn’t drugged or something right?”

He laughed. “What kind of person do you think I am? I hate you but I would never drug you.”

“Hm.. okay,” you said, taking a sip from the container. “Come to think of it, you and Hyuna have very similar names.”

“Yeah.. my parents wanted to go with a theme I guess.” He nodded before muttering a quick ‘wait a minute’ as he turned to a hallway.

“Hyuna~” he yelled as he walked towards a door and opened it. “Y/n’s here, come say hi.”

You heard a small “wait!!” before you saw two small hands pushing Hyunjin out of the room and closing it. Hyunjin sighed in defeat as he walked back towards the kitchen. You giggled to yourself, seeing how cute his little sister was.

He came back to the counter you were leaning against.

“I have a question for you,” he said, turning towards you. You faced him. “Are you like.. dating Jisung or Minho?”

You let out a loud laugh, covering your mouth trying to contain the loud noise coming from your mouth. Hyunjin just looked at you all confused.

“Sorry.. sorry,” you said after you finished your laughing frenzy. “But no, I’m not. Jisung’s just like a brother to me. Me dating him? Ew - ew..”

“Minho?”

“I’ve met him just a few days ago. He’s nice, yeah. But not my style. Just a friend,” you responded, taking another sip from your container.

After your response, it got a bit awkward until the door from the hallway opened up, revealing small little feet as it ran towards you. It was Hyuna. She finally reached the kitchen and just stared at you for a moment.

You could tell Hyuna was indeed Hyunjin’s little sister. She looked so much like Hyunjin, having the same plump lips, the same eyes, and even the same small mole under her eye.

“Hi..!” She said first and broke the silence. You crouched down to get to her level and smiled big.

“And who’s this?” You questioned.

“Hyuna!” She exclaimed. “Are you really my brother’s girlfriend?”

You looked back up to see Hyunjin. He nodded, making you face back Hyuna and nodding sweetly.

“Yup, I’m his girlfriend all right.” You said.

“You’re so pretty!” She said. You blushed and petted her hair.

“You more, princess.”

She smiled. You smiled back.

“Wanna go play?” She asked you, having stars in her eyes.

“Sure!” You happily accepted, getting up and following her quick footsteps to her room.

You guys played doll for what seemed like hours. She seemed to be having fun though, which was all that mattered honestly. Hyunjin on the other end was just in the small chair in the corner of Hyuna’s room reading that same darn book you saw him read that one time in the library. Every once in a while would he also join in on both of you guys.

Around 2pm was when Hyuna got hungry, which made you realize that you were also hungry. Hyunjin offered to make lunch as he got up from his spot and left the room. Meanwhile, you and Hyuna decided to read some picture books she had.

After what seemed like was around 20 minutes, Hyunjin called you guys over. You took Hyuna’s small hand into yours as you guys both walked over to the kitchen.

“Y/n, do you mind getting the pitcher of orange juice from the fridge for Hyuna?” Hyunjin asked while plating the pasta he made onto three plates. You rolled your eyes before opening the fridge as he said so, pulling out the pitcher of orange juice and pouring it into a plastic cup.

As you were pouring, Hyuna accidentally bumped into you while trying to help get the utensils. The bump made you lose a bit of your balance, and you ended up spilling some of the bright, sweet orange juice onto your plain, white shirt. You sighed. Hyunjin saw what happened, quickly grabbing some paper towels and handing it to you.

“You okay? Hyuna, apologize,” he said, following the small words ‘sorry’ muttered by Hyuna.

“It’s fine.. I’ll just clean off in the bathroom,” you told Hyunjin as you were doing your best dabbing the juice off your shirt.

“I could lend you a shirt?” He offered. He quickly ran to his room without even hearing a response from you. You just stood there, comforting Hyuna that you were okay.

What you didn't know was that while he was getting you the hoodie, all he could think of was the way your white t-shirt turned see-through because of the way the orange juice spilled over it. He could see the outline of your bra and the curves that the shirt displayed. Snap yourself out of it! he replayed in his mind before he grabbed the hoodie and went down to meet you.

Once he returned, he handed you a hoodie.

“Sorry, I didn’t have any t shirts,” he said. You still thanked him otherwise and found the restroom to change.

You took off your sticky shirt and placed it in the sink for now. You had brought paper towels in with you, so you used those to clean off the rest of the orange juice on your chest. Once you were all cleaned, you put on Hyunjin’s hoodie.

Gosh what were you doing in your arch-nemesis’s house.

Either way, you were kind of shocked that Hyunjin was so caring, even going as far as to lend you his hoodie. What happened to the tough guy act?

Once you got put together enough, you walked into the kitchen holding your wet shirt in your hand.

“Hyunjin, can I have a bag to put my shirt in?” You asked. He nodded, and he got up from his seat and digged through the pantry. He found a bag, and opened it in front of you, signaling you to put your shirt in the bag. You did so, and after all the chaos ended, you finally sat down and ate your lunch.

Surprisingly, the pasta was not so bad, decent actually, especially since an 18 year old guy made it.

“Not bad..” you muttered under your breath. Apparently, Hyunjin must have heard you because he chuckled and said “thanks.”

Once everyone got to eat their full, Hyuna asked if you guys could go to the nearby park that was close to their home. You also wanted a bit of fresh air, so you turned to Hyunjin and mouthed a ‘please?’ while Hyuna kept begging.

He finally said yes, and Hyuna jumped around in joy while you were jumping in your mind.

You guys decided to walk there. Before leaving, Hyunjin grabbed his wallet and an emergency lollipop for Hyuna just in case. In the middle of the walk, Hyuna felt tired, asking Hyunjin to carry her. He sighed, acting all annoyed.

“You’re a big girl aren’t you? You can walk.”

Contrasting to his reaction he still crouched down, allowing Hyuna to get behind him and wrap her little arms around his neck. He lifted her up, having her in a piggyback ride.

After that, the trip went smoothly. All of you guys kept talking about what Hyuna would want to talk about. Finally reaching the park, Hyunjin let Hyuna go to play on the play structure.

“Don’t get hurt!” Hyunjin yelled at Hyuna while she ran off. Hyunjin really wasn’t that bad of a guy.

“I have a question,” you said as you guys both sat down on the bench.

“Hm?”

“Why do you pick on me so much?” You turned to face him. “You’re so mean at school and to me but then you turn into such sweetheart to your sister. Such a two-face jerk.” You muttered that last part as you turned back, facing away from him.

“Because I hate you? Duh,” he shrugged.

“Okay but why? What did I do?”

“I dont know. You just irritate me every time I see you.” It was a fact to him. But not because you annoyed him the way everyone thought. You annoyed him because the way you looked. His heart would pound whenever he saw you, especially when you were all mad and furious. It was kind of hot.

“Wow thanks,” you sarcastically said, scoffing.

Just as you guys were both starting to bicker again, Hyuna ran over to you guys on the bench.

“Can you guys play with me?” She asked. You sadly declined because of the bad back you’ve had for a bit, so Hyunjin excused himself and went to play with his sister.

He chased after Hyuna, running in circles together. It was cute for a moment, until you realized what you were just thinking about Hyunjin. Cute? He is a jerk. Never ever.

Once time had past a bit, you guys decided to head home. Hyuna whined begging to stay a bit longer, but Hyunjin firmly said no, saying how he was tired and possibly you were too. You agreed, promising Hyuna to play more with her at the house. She finally gave in, asking Hyunjin to lift her up again. He groaned, letting out an exhausted sigh. You’ve had experience with holding kids when you used to babysit. Maybe this wouldn’t be different at all.

“I can carry her,” you offered, making Hyunjin’s head snap in your direction, wide eyed.

“No.. Y/n, you don’t have to. I was just joking,” he muttered slowly. You kept insisting, saying how he was probably exhausted and tired like he said he was from playing around with Hyuna. He said something under his breath before finally obliging to your request.

You picked up Hyuna, and she was more than happy.

“You’re so strong!” She exclaimed, making you giggle and lightly pinch her cheeks.

“Yeah? I’m strong right?” You looked over to Hyunjin. “Way stronger than your brother. He's so weak, not wanting to carry his own sister, right?” Hyuna nodded, making you laugh and Hyunjin frown.

“Hey I’m stronger!” Hyunjin semi-yelled, making him face to face with Hyuna. Mid-walk, they were having a staring contest. Such siblings.

By the time you guys reached home, Hyuna fell asleep in your arms.

“I could take her to her room,” Hyunjin whispered, opening his arms so he could take Hyuna from you.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just lay her in bed and come back,” you responded, lightly making your way to Hyuna’s room.

There, you laid down Hyuna on her bed and covered her in her sheets. She looked so cute sleeping. Would Hyunjin also be-

No! What’s wrong with you? Hyunjin’s your sworn enemy.

You patted Hyuna on the head before turning around and leaving. Right as you exited her room and closed the door, you yelped in shock after seeing Hyunjin leaning against the wall next to the door.

“H-hi?” You stammered.

“Are you gonna leave?” Was all he said, having his arms crossed.

“That’s what I was planning to do, why?”

“I could drop you off.”

What was this Hyunjin and what happened to the one who would play pranks on you and make fun of you?

“Uhm,” you hesitantly said. “Why?”

“Because, it’s starting to get dark. I may hate you but I’m still a gentleman,” he shrugged, making his way to the door. You quickly followed him behind, grabbing your belongings before you started to put your shoes on.

“Why’re you being so nice to me,” you casually said as you followed Hyunjin to his car. He turned back and just stared into your eyes.

“I may be a jerk, but Im not letting a kid go home by themselves when its getting dark,” he answered, turning around on his heels as he walked to the drivers side.

“I’m not a kid?!” You yelled. “Im eighteen, just the same as you.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

You got into his car. A really nice one, considering that he was just a senior in high school. Before leaving, Hyunjin handed you his phone. You looked at him all confused before he turned to face you and gave an eyebrow raise.

“Music?” was all he said before you took the phone from his hand and was scrolling through his spotify.

You turned on a song, ‘A Song Nobody Knows’ by Colde. As soon as you turned it on, you could see the satisfaction in Hyunjin’s face.

“You like Colde?” He asked while still keeping his eyes on the road. One hand on the wheel with the other on the hand rest. You nodded, smiling as you put down his phone and just looked out the window.

The car ride was fairly calm. Either of you too tired to start bickering and Hyunjin too focused on getting you home. Once you guys arrived, you got out of the car, thanking Hyunjin for the ride.

He really wasn’t such a bad guy sometimes..

You entered your home. All quiet and dark due to your parents working late yet again. You reached your room, putting down your stuff in their designated spots. However you noticed something. Your wallet was missing. Did you drop it somewhere?

You Hyunjin.. Did I leave my wallet in your car? 5:27pm

You were expecting to get an answer late, knowing that he was driving. But he he answered fairly quickly.

Hyunjin Hm Yeah Want me to drop it off? 5:30pm

You No its fine Just give it to me on monday 5:31pm

Hyunjin I insist I’ll be there soon 5:32pm read

Alright.. i guess he was coming soon. After about 5 minutes or so, there was a knock at your door. You quickly got to it and opened it to see Hyunjin standing there with a smug smile.

“Thanks,” you said, reaching for the wallet that was in his hand.

“No problem,” he responded. “Hm, I may have taken some cash by the way. Yknow, the trip costed me gas.” You looked at him in a ‘i knew it’ expression as you opened the wallet to the cash compartment.

“It’s all gone!” You exclaimed. There was 50 bucks or so in there, and apparently Hyunjin took it all. “Hyunji-“

Before you could finish your sentence he was already running off to his car screaming a faint “see you on monday!”

What a jerk.

You were laying in bed, happily reading your book when you got a notification. You opened it up to see it was from Hyunjin.

Hyunjin Gosh Im sorry to ask y/n But can we do this again? Not that i want to Ew But Hyuna liked u very much And wants to hang out again 8:49pm

You scoffed. Again? You’d have to get something in return.

You Hm Sure 8:51pm

Hyunjin Really? Thank you 8:52pm

You But. I want something in return 8:53pm

Hyunjin Uhm I’ll think about it What is it 8:54pm

You Take me to a concert? Or at least give me the money for it I’ll do it for you multiple times then 8:55pm

Hyunjin What?! Are you crazy No way Im paying for your stupid concert Money doesnt grow on trees yknow 8:57pm

You Shouldve thought the same way when you got that bougie car As a 18 yr old thats too much! 8:58pm

Hyunjin Okay well thats me Not you 8:59pm

You Ok then I guess no more hangouts 🤷‍♀️ You do you.. Do you really wanna disappoint your sis? That’s so mean of you :( 9:01pm

Hyunjin Wait No. I’ll pay you in another way? 9:02pm

You Hmm No thanks! 9:02pm

Hyunjin Who’s the concert for anyway Which artist 9:04pm

You Twice My lovely girlies 9:05pm

Hyunjin Ughhh Fine. 9:06pm

You You got yourself a deal, young sir 9:06pm read

You smiled to yourself.

These small hangouts happened often from there on. Parks, malls, you name it, you were there with Hyuna and Hyunjin. At school, he’d still pick on you, yes, but his demeanor changed when you hung out with Hyuna. He was kinder, a lot nicer. You liked that Hyunjin, the one that would actually care for you sometimes, although he’d still start bickering.

Once he even insisted you guys hung out at an amusement park, saying how Hyuna kept begging to go with you. Hyuna really opened up to you, looking up to you as a role model. You found her cute too. You accepted his offer, obviously just for Hyuna.

He informed you that his parents would also be there, saying how they wanted you and Hyunjin to have your own free time besides being with Hyuna the whole time.

Ugh. Being alone with Hyunjin.

You guys got there early, around 9am, which meant you guys would be at the park for a bit. You guys followed around Hyuna, taking care of her, giving his parents their own little date. Riding the carousel, riding a kiddie coaster, it was fun yes.

You three were in line for the kiddie coaster and there was this kind lady with her own kid.

“Aww, you guys make such a good couple. It isn’t that easy to be such young parents. It seem’s you guys are doing a good job raising her.” She smiled, talking to you guys as if you and Hyunjin were parents. You were flustered, cheeks reddening. You weren’t even out of high school yet. Maybe you did look mature..

“No ma’am that’s no-“

“Thank you so much,” Hyunjin cut you off, giving a kind smile to the lady. “My wife here is doing such a good job, am I right?”

Hyunjin and the lady chit chatted for a bit before it was her turn to get on the ride. Hyuna just looking up at the whole convo the whole time.

“What the hell was that about?” You semi-screamed at Hyunjin after the lady left, hitting him on the arm.

“What?” He shrugged. “Why would I break her heart telling her the truth that we were not a couple and pure enemies. Telling a white lie sometimes is better.”

You covered Hyuna’s ears with your hands before saying a low “you fucking psycho.” He just laughed.

It was around 3pm when you guys met up with his parents, eating lunch, then trading places taking care of Hyuna.

“Im so tired~” you said while stretching your arms, walking alongside Hyunjin. He hummed in response.

He looked to face you, staring at your face before saying “your uglier than normal today.”

“That was so out of pocket!” You exclaimed, slapping him on the back. He rubbed the spot you hit him, giving you a smug look.

“What? I’m just saying the truth.” He said, facing forward again. “Wanna get some cotton candy?”

Wow changing the subject.. well you did like cotton candy so you couldn’t just decline his offer.

“Sure,” you said before doing a little run to the cotton candy stand. It was those stands where they make the flower-shaped ones.

“17 bucks?” You muttered under you breath. Why was it so expensive?

“Why? Too expensive for your broke ass?” He asked while in line. You rolled your eyes. “It’s fine, I’ll buy you one.” At least he was going to do that!

Once you got your cotton candy, you squealed. It looked so pretty. Each string of candy weaving into each other, the colors coordinating with one another so well.

“I gotta show Jisung and Minho this,” you said, taking out your phone from your small purse.

“I could take a photo for you. Go stand over there,” Hyunjin said, pointing to a direction as he held out his hand for you to put your phone in. You happily obliged, putting your phone in his hand before you ran to your spot.

“Cheese~” he said before snapping some photos of you. “There, done.” You walked over to where he was, seeing the photos he took. “Hey i especially like this one. You look extra ugly here.” He said while pointing to a picture he took when you weren’t even ready.

“Fuck you,” you muttered. You snatched your phone from his hand, sending some of the photos he took of you to your group chat with Jisung and Minho.

They couldn’t believe you were still doing this for Hyunjin, well not after you told them about your deal. Jisung kept calling Hyunjin a jerk, and Minho just sat along with Jisung agreeing.

“I’m kinda tired, wanna just go hang out in the ferris wheel?” You nonchalantly asked, turning to face him. He nodded, making you run to the big ferris wheel that was at the center of the park.

“Why do you run so fast?” He asked, panting after he caught up with up.

“Maybe you’re just slow,” you shrugged. You turned to the worker saying “two people, please.” He rolled his eyes.

Once you guys got on in your car, you sat facing each other. You thought it’d be awkward being in silence like this, but it really wasn’t. He handed you one side if his earphones, which you gladly accepted, putting it on to listen to the calming songs on his playlist. It was nice, sitting there and looking down at the view while you were going up. Despite your fear in heights, you found ferris wheels to be fairly calming.

However, when you guys were towards the very top, there was a gust of wind, making the car shake. You yelped, jumping in your seat. The wind increased the fear you had. You noticed that Hyunjin was staring at you, a mixed expression of shock and worry.

“Are.. you okay?” He asked. He didn’t even seem to be affected by the tumbling the car was experiencing. You shook your head. You had your eyes closed, trying not the focus so hard on the shaking when you felt Hyunjin getting closer and sitting down on your side. You took a peep at him from the side, and he embraced you in a hug. A warm hug. He was genuinely trying to comfort you. “Are you scared of heights?”

You nodded slowly, muttering a few words about how ferris wheels really didn’t affect you. Once the shaking stopped, you felt relief.

“Thank you..” you whispered under your breath. He nodded, and he stayed there the whole time. The ferris wheel made a few rounds. During one of them, while you were just staring out at the window, Hyunjin tapped you on the lap. You turned to face him, curious of why he tapped u.

“I have something to tell you.” He said, looking down at his feet, tapping his heels onto the floor. You tilted your head, awaiting for his ‘something to tell you.’ He let out a sigh.

“I.. don’t know how to tell you this.. I’ve been pondering about this for a while but..” he took a deep breath in. He looked up to you and met your eyes. His eyes were glistening. “I like you.”

You stared at him, in shock. He dropped his head back to the ground, sighing.

Him? Liking you? What a load of bullshit

“This isn’t some kind of prank right? Don’t be fucking with me right now Hyunjin,” you said, shaking his arm trying to get him to look up. “Hyunjin. I swear to god.”

“Im not pranking you. I’m genuine. I.. have feelings for you. Ever since sophomore year. Wanna know why I’ve been always messing with you? To get your attention. It seemed to be working, so I kept doing it. I feared that if I stopped, then you’d also stop talking to me. Im always thinking about you. In the morning, during classes, at night before going to sleep? You’re always in my mind. Your smile means everything to me, your laugh is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, and the way you act with my sister? Gosh that added extra points. Im so in love with you, I can’t handle it. I just had to tell you sooner or later..” he finally looked up at you, allowing you to see the tears building up in his eyes. He looked so vulnerable, like he was on the verge of breaking down and bawling his eyes out.

You instinctively hugged him, tight. Patting his back.

“I.. like you too.” You whispered into his ear.

It’s true. Every time you kept hanging out with Hyunjin outside of school, you saw the real side of him, being playful to his sister, being nice to his parents, and being nice to you. The way he treated you got your heart fluttering even though you didn’t wanna admit it. He got you staying up late at night, daydreaming in class. He was everywhere.

He pulled away from you, staring into your eyes.

“You.. do?”

You nodded, smiling a little when the tears finally started to trickle down his cheek.

You hugged him back, whispering a little “jerk”. He slapped you on the back, chuckling when you yelped a little.

Ever since that day, you guys have been hanging out a lot through the weekends. Going out on small dates.

“you’re dating WHO?” Jisung yelled when you told him and Minho the following Monday at lunch.

“Hyunjin..” you muttered.

“Hyunjin? Like THE hwang hyunjin?” Minho asked in shock. You nodded, making their jaw drop.

“We grew a little closer as I was hanging out with his little sister,” you said, shoving food into your mouth. “He’s not that bad of a guy, he’s like very nice.”

“Very nice in your dreams” Jisung scoffed, shoving his own food in his mouth.

As you were laughing, you felt a pair of arms hugging you from behind. You turned around to see Hyunjin, smiling. He gave you a small peck on the cheek as he sat down.

“Hey,” he said, referring to Jisung and Minho. They said hi back, Jisung with an annoyed look on his face. You rolled your eyes, looking back at Hyunjin.

“Hi!” You greeted him, giving him a peck on the cheek back. Jisung jokingly, well at least you hope so, gagged. Minho just slapped him on the back.

It was Friday, meaning that the weekends were finally here. You decided to hang out at Hyunjin’s house, like you always did.

“Hey!” You greeted him once he opened the front door to let you in.

“Is that my hoodie?” Was the first thing he said when he saw you. You looked down to see what you were doing, laughing when you realized.

“Remember that time I spilled orange juice? And you gave me this hoodie? Its from then,” you said before pulling Hyunjin into a hug. His cheeks flushed.

His parents were going out on a nice dinner themselves, asking if you guys could watch Hyuna. It wasn’t anything new, so you happily accepted. Hyunjin just sighed.

“I wanted us to hang out..” he pouted, sticking his bottom lip out. You gave him a peck on his lips.

“We are,” you smugged. He rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

“It’s fine. Hyuna isn’t even that bad of a girl anyways. She’s cute, gentle, kind. And did I mention cute?” He gave a small breathy laugh. You turned your back against Hyunjin, calling out a “Hyuna~!” as you ran towards her room. Hyunjin sighed before quickly following your footsteps.

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ghostly-wisp · 1 year

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MR. LOVERMAN

CHAPTER 7

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“So, what is the deal?” Sam asks a couple of days after the whole ordeal, gesturing his fork between both you and Pedro – they hadn’t heard a lot about the status of your relationship and assumed that the two of you haven’t updated him on anything, truth is – you just hadn’t talked about it. You tense up because you’re not sure how to answer this sensitive question, but thankfully Pedro does it for you.

“No deal,” he says, closing his salad container. “We’re just testing things out – friends at the moment.” the moment replays in your head a couple of times, you’re not just friends. Sam is satisfied with this answer and leans back in his chair. He grabs the Trumoo milk he got from the cafeteria and places it on the corner of your desk, “I don’t like milk–so you can take it, if you want, Pedro.” This is Sam’s way of offering a friendship coin. Truth is, he loves the Trumoo milk that the cafeteria gives, but this was the only way they could think of as an offering for reconciliation. “I fucking hate milk,” Pedro replies, distastefully.

Later, you’re at his apartment – you're finally able to take in the decorations more intricately than last time you were here – hungover and not quite as close with Pedro as you are now – you can't help but notice just scarce his decorations actually are, though shows you the few decorations he has excitedly – such as a Game of Thrones decorative sword and a couple of Funko pops of Star Wars characters on the bookshelf he has. He has some student art on his fridge from a previous school, which made your heart swell just a little more – because they were still in mint condition. You’re drawn to this one particular drawing, it’s Pedro inside an Erlenmeyer flask, and on the top, it just says “MR. PEDGE: EXPERIMENT GONE WRONG”

He notices you’re looking at it a lot longer than the others, his smile softens at the sight of the familiar handwriting. “I did an experiment with the kids at my other school, for one of my classes it went wrong and I nearly broke a flask. They never let me live it down – this particular piece is by a kid named Bella,” he hums, “They started calling me Mr. Pedge after finding out my first name was Pedro. Not sure where the GE came from.”

You awe – you knew, obviously, that he was popular amongst the students at your school, but you never considered how the other students at school might’ve felt about him, especially after he left. “She was one of the students that made it hard for me to leave that school, but I couldn’t stay in that place any longer,” he tells you, gently placing an arm around you as you continued looking at the art. “It’s too bad I had to leave there, but I couldn’t stay where everyone had their eyes on me.” you frown, because he still has a lot of eyes on him now.

“Would you go back?” you turn to him, and he raises his eyebrows silently asking for clarification. “To your old school.” his face drops a little – and he thinks about his answer.

“No.” he tells you truthfully, moving so he would lean against one of his kitchen counters and you stand to lean next to him – “I love the students there, and my classroom was bigger, I could have a printer. But the people there know too much about my past. You and Sam aren’t there, and the students here are just as sweet, too.” he pauses and glances over to you, “The labs are nicer, too. And I’m not known as Mr. Pedge — the Erlenmeyer flask nightmare.” You leaned more towards him so your shoulders touched, “Sam and I want you here, too.” you say in a whisper – as if it’s a secret. “Lunch with you is so much better than before, don’t tell them I said that.”

He tsks, even being so bold as to turn his head and plant a soft kiss on the top of your head. “Your secret is safe with me,”

After a moment of sentimental, in-the-moment silence, you speak up – “Do you really hate milk?”

“Every fiber of my bein’.”

April came a lot faster than you expected — not only was the school year almost over, but it was Pedro's birthday.

He had told you recently that he didn't want any big celebration for it, simply being with you was enough. Although his words were very sweet, both you and Pedro knew that wouldn't end up being the case, and it wasn't.

You would've loved to do something with his students somehow, or with the whole staff – but his birthday fell on a Sunday this year, so that couldn't work out the way you wanted it to.

Nonetheless, you weren't going to let your maybe-boyfriend-maybe-not "situationship" (as the kids would call it.) have an uncelebrated birthday.

You set up your apartment for an event for a birthday — just a few banners, a homemade cake by Sam and their husband, and some of the science teachers you invited bringing snacks and booze. You hadn’t even texted him yet today, which was making you rather anxious, thinking about if he was feeling upset that his…Whatever you are had forgotten his birthday (Maybe your gift to him could be labeling your relationship!) but still, you had to get this done. You wanted everything to be perfect.

It wasn't until you finally set up the apartment just the way you wanted it that you texted him. He responded quickly, and while normally you would take dry texting as a telltale sign if someone is upset with you – he always had somewhat of a dry way of texting, so you just took the response as it was, you invited him over later, and he agreed to be at your apartment for seven – Contrary to your guests, who were coming here for six-thirty. So for the time being, you were alone in your birthday party-decorated apartment.

It wasn't until you saw what everyone else had gotten them that you became nervous about your gift.

He was excited to see the decorations, even more so to see the people that showed up. While it may not look like a lot, to him, it was plenty. People who cared and whom he liked talking to both in and outside of work. Everyone got him something extremely nice and personal to him — Sam and Aaron got him more Star Wars apparel, James gifted him a binder that had previous lesson plans for biology that he wouldn't use anymore, and Kelsey gave him Starbucks gift cards and a new watch – which was funny to the science teachers apparently because he was always asking what time it was during meetings.

You got him a fuckin' key.

It wasn't just a random key, but a key to your apartment. You knew other things he liked, but you didn't want to run the risk of getting him the same thing someone else did – which would've happened, you were looking at that same shirt Aaron and Sam bought – but now you're concerned that maybe you should've gotten him something he can show off.

He grabs your little white box and your stomach churns, he knows that yours was the last one — part of him picked his gifts out that way; The best for last. He's confused when the box has a small key inside, he picks it up and looks to you for more of an explanation since you weren't over his shoulder while he was opening things.

“It's a key to the apartment,” you explain, suddenly realizing all the eyes are on you and a teacher – you become flustered at the feeling. “I figured it would be easier, you know – instead of me having to get up, you can let yourself in.”

His eyes soften, his smile grows and his heart warms, even if the gift alone was all the confirmation the other science teachers needed—he never explicitly told them the nature of your relationship, so he didn't want to show you any physical intimacy until you were alone. All he could settle on at the moment was simply saying, “Thank you.”

That was the first night he slept over, nothing happened—everyone left closer to eight-thirty and he didn't want to drive home in the dark, or while feeling as sleepy as he does. Normally he would be up until eight, sometimes eleven—but the party drained him a lot more than he cares to admit.

Sam and Aaron are the last two to leave, and while he knows that when they're around he can do pretty much whatever – he still waits until the door is closed before he slips his arms around you, and you melt into the comfort of his arms. The warmth of his body soothes you.

“Thank you so much for today,” he says quietly, moving his face down to kiss your cheek repeatedly, making you giggle. “And for my amazing gift.”

You place your hands over his arm, leaning your head back ever so slightly just to get a better look at him– “Did you really like it?” he nods, making a small sound so you could actually hear his response. pulling away from you reluctantly, but you only turned to face him–now placing your arms around him instead. “Good,” you say, considering just how lucky you are to be in the position you're in.

“Happy birthday, Pedro.”

hi loves !! I'm sorry for the wait for this chapter.

truthfully, I've had my thoughts PLAUGED by my Joel Miller series The One-Night Stand, and while I love both series', that one is newer, and therefore, on my mind more lololol but I know I have some people that really like MRLM, so I'm trying for you guys !!

I'm also sorry it's short :(( (basically a filler) I'm losing a bit of muse for this series, and might have to put it on hiatus soon, just so I can keep it good (at least I'd like to think it's good LOL) rather than half assed. I just wanted to put this lil note here, just so that nobody is suprised (if they even read this hahahah)

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wooahaes · 1 year

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a little extra space

pairing: non-idol!vernon x gn!reader

prompt: tree decorating

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: n/a just fluff.

daisy’s notes: yeah this ones connected to seungkwans lmao. im still bad at titles sue me.

“Leave enough branches so that the kids don’t have to reach too high, okay?”

Vernon had offered to help you decorate the tree you’d brought into your classroom that year. He was festive enough with his own decorations (one little tree that sat on the table behind his desk), and you were far more excited about decorating when the two of you talked over dinner, so... why not? He’d helped you with the lights, and now he was sitting on the floor with you, hanging small, round ornaments on the bottom of the tree. You’d told him he only reason you committed to decorating so much here was for two reasons: your apartment didn’t have the space for a big tree like this (which was true: he’d gone over there enough times to know that the tiny tree you kept was all you could work with), and because the kids always loved seeing your decorations.

“I know,” he said, turning back to your box of plastic ornaments. “We’ve done this before.”

That the two of you had. You’d asked him for help two years ago and that was what sparked your relationship. One of the third grade teachers had taken maternity leave in the middle of November due to complications (that thankfully, from what Vernon heard, meant nothing once she was given the chance to rest instead of keeping up with the kids), and you’d been there to take her place. You’d admitted that this time of year was always your favorite because you liked spreading joy. He’d come into his classroom to see a candy cane on his desk with a little tag attached to it with a “happy holidays!” written in swirly writing purposefully done to be cute. All the third grade teachers received them, but it’d made him smile nonetheless.

And unfortunately for Vernon, kids were smarter than he thought. Your name had been brought up by one of his kids months later, and they’d proudly asked “are you two in looooove?!” with glee.

He’d changed the topic immediately to go back to the lesson. It didn’t help when you stopped by, dropping off the papers he’d left on the printer during lunch, and smiled at him.

(”That’s the look my dad gives my mom! Mr. Chwe, are you in love?!” Kids were truly too smart for their own good, even if he did continue to deny it.)

Then you started asking him for help more often with decorating. For Valentines day, because you always had a little hearts theme and candy to give out; for Halloween, too, because you loved your black cats and bats. It eventually turned into asking him to help out with... literally anything. Prepping your classroom for the new year (you’d always return the favor, too), after breaks...

“You know, I’m starting to think you’re in love with me,” he’d teased while helping you line one of your bulletin boards after the school year had come and went that first year. He honestly hated seeing everything come down.

You’d looked up. “You’re just now noticing?”

(The lunch you treated him to after he helped you take down Christmas decorations that year was pointedly not meant to be friendly, and neither was the kiss on his cheek you’d left him with after asking if you could. He didn’t think it was, but he’d fight Chan for talking him out of thinking so when he pointed out that you were affectionate with everyone.)

That had been a year and a half ago, and now Vernon was proudly your boyfriend (to other staff--the kids would never know unless and until the two of you ever got married). He liked doing things like this with you. Decorating your classroom, bringing coffee to you in the mornings, making copies of worksheets... It was a little sign that he cared about you without being obvious about it, even if it did net him a little bit of teasing from the older staff members.

“I wish my apartment was bigger,” you sighed.

He shrugged, not really thinking as he hung a blue ornament on a low branch. “Why don’t you just move in with me? I’ve got plenty of space and I’m closer to the school.”

You looked up. He continued decorating without a word. “Wait, what?”

And Vernon realized what he said. “Never mind, you don’t have to--”

“No, let’s talk about this,” you said. “Do you want me to move in with you?”

He didn’t meet your eyes as he pressed his lips together. “I’ve thought about it. I mean, it’d be nice... We’d save on rent, you wouldn’t have to get up so early to commute here, we’d get more time together--”

You leaned in, kissing him quickly. He smiled against your lips, thankful that the two of you were alone save for the rest of the school staff. “I’d love to.”

(And if that lead to the two of you making plans to decorate your apartment in the future... then Vernon was more than happy to do it, as long as he woke up and went to bed with you every day.)

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palettepainter · 7 months

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Any HCs on Floyd being a parent to Animal?

This is an ask after my heart I could happily sit here and babble about this father son duo for hours!!

-So in Muppets Mayhem Floyd says he never lost Animal once, I'm calling this slander and lies. Animal was the type of kid where if you made the fatal mistake of looking away for just a second, he was gone. This happened a LOT when Floyd first took him in, Animal was curious of the unfamiliar environment and often ended up giving Floyd several heart attacks when he'd toddled out of sight. He was of course perfectly fine when Floyd found him, but Animal never quite caught onto the stress he was unintentionally giving Floyd

-Baby Animal was a biter. He chewed on furniture, chair legs, curtains, coasters, the remote - and most of all, Floyd himself. Animal bit and nommed on Floyd's hand/fingers all the time, thankfully 9 times out of 10 it was never enough to scar, but Floyd still has a few very faint scars from when Animal was beginning to teeth

-Again in Muppets Mayhem the band compare Animal to a cat by saying that he brings random treasures to them, and this was still the case when he was little. More or less it was random junk that Floyd didn't know what to do with, and other times Animal would bring him a bird, mouse or - god forbid - a giant rat. Eventually Floyd had enough of Animal dragging in rodents and got him a bell, like the type you put on cats to scare away birds. Animal hated the bell, and for three hours after Floyd put it on he basically threw a tantrum while trying to get it off. He had the bell for a few months before Floyd decided to take it off

-Floyd tried baby reins, but Animal proved very quickly that they wouldn't be enough to hold him. He chewed through them in under five seconds

-I imagine at some point, when Floyd was on the road with Teeth, they tried to put Animal through some kind of public schooling. Teeth was the one to bring up the idea but Floyd needed some convincing. Eventually they settled on a daycare, that way Floyd and Teeth could focus on getting money for the road with their music while Animal was being watched. Floyd was very anxious about the idea because he knew Animal wasn't exactly a normal kid - and as he expected, Animal's time at daycare lasted one afternoon before he got banned. He brought a wild rabbit into the classroom which proceeded to cause chaos. Floyd was just relieved to have his little buddy back (he may have missed him more then he let on). Animal did make one friend while at daycare though, Summer the penguin! (after this Floyd had to plan many, many playdates with Summer on Animal's insistent demand)

-Back when Floyd first found Animal he rarely got enough sleep, often conking out on his sofa or arm chair. He'd always fall asleep by himself but would wake up with Animal curled up on his chest like a dozing cat

-Naturally I imagine Animal has called Floyd dad before, the first time it happened was when he was still very young and was just grasping onto pronouncing words. Floyd's reaction was to always laugh, a little nervously, before trying to get Animal to say his name. For a handful of his baby years Animal switched between calling Floyd by his name and dad/da, but he eventually stuck with just calling Floyd by his name as he got older. Sometimes, and this happens rarely, Animal slips and calls Floyd da, but to Animal referring to Floyd by his name or da is the same thing

-Floyd had a habit of carrying baby Animal everywhere when they where out in public, out of fear he'd run of and he'd get lost. Animal at first would always squirm cuz he'd want to run about, but he got used to the attention, sometimes just jumping right into Floyd's arms

-Worried a LOT more then people assumed. Since he had no idea what Animal was or where he came from, it was a mystery how he was supposed to raise him. This stress led to a lot of sleepless nights before he joined Teeth on the road

-I'm not sure how Floyd decided to sing Bridge Over Troubled Water to Animal, but he used to sing it to him whenever Animal was sick or had a nightmare. It's one of Animal's most strongest memories and is the fastest way to calm him down

#Muppets #The Muppets #Floyd #Floyd Pepper #Animal

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theladybarnes · 2 years

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SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO? : CHAPTER FOUR

“It's just, sometimes... people don't really say what they're really thinking. But when you capture the right moment, it says more.”

▸ summary: you give a little inside scoop at what the incident was ▸ characters: steve harrington, claudia henderson, ▸ word count: 3,226 ▸ warnings: angst, slight flirting, & police (💀) ▸ series masterlist

The night felt like it had gone longer than you thought. For the most part, you spent the majority of it consoling Dustin. Trying your best to think of the right words to say. For years the young boy never really cried much. There was the occasional fall or scary dream when he was younger that brought out the water works. But for the most part Dustin had always been so valiant and snarky.

Even with light teasing from others, he always took it in stride, letting the words fall off his body like water off a duck’s back. So seeing him last night, face red and swollen with sad tears had your heart ache in such an unfamiliar way.

Almost too selfishly did you ignore the desperation him and his friends had on finding Will. You had easily assumed that in a day or two the police would find him and move on. Not once did you figure the crippling reality if he was found dead. At this point, you supposed no one really did.

Eventually, your Aunt Claudia returned home, instantly wrapping her arms around the two of you as she shed tears for the Byers boy. It was strangely cathartic to have her hold and check on you. This type of affection wasn’t necessarily one that you were used to at home. So after returning back a small hug, you excused yourself for the night. Feeling unworthy suddenly of the feelings the family hug brought you.

And when you finally returned into bed, lights off, and blinds closed, you couldn’t help but wonder.

What would the Byers family do next?

The following morning had been just as solemn as the night before. Dustin never came out of his room, and your Aunt quietly reassured you that he’d be more ready come the later part of the day. Thankfully, your Aunt offered to drop you off. Thinking it was not only too chilly for the bike ride, but just so she could be assured you made it to school safely.

It was an odd feeling when walking the halls. Some students were murmuring about Will. Discussing in gross detail how his body must have looked from being in the water. Others were trying to act like it was another normal day. Leaving you confused why you were in a weird middle of wanting to talk about it, and wanting to forget about it.

Despite the anger and hurt you had towards Jonathan Byers, your mind couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. The look in his eyes when he hung up the missing posters was still haunting in your mind. But there was no way you could possibly seek him out now. Not when you remember the type of photos he had taken.

With the day going painfully slow, you almost did a silent prayer when you walked towards your class before lunch. That is, until two of the town’s officers stood outside your classroom door. “Miss Henderson?” the shorter of the two asked. Looking at his tag, you read the name Powell before glancing at his friend.

He cocked his head at you before tapping at his own.‘Callaghan’. The beat of your heart quickened and you wondered what these two could possibly be here for. “Well?” Officer Callahan pushed. “That you?”

You nodded your head slowly, gripping tighter to the strap of your bag.

“We’re gonna need to ask you a couple of questions.”

The bile had not left your throat since the moment you entered inside the empty cafeteria. Which didn’t help with the fact that you had skipped out on eating breakfast today to work on homework.

But now, here you were, sitting across from two officers with your Aunt Claudia. She had been called in as acting guardian so that she could be there for any questions that might be on record. Unfortunately your Father who was a lawyer back home could not come in so easily. Despite wanting to help find out where Barb was, you really didn’t like the idea of talking with the local law enforcement. Especially when one of the officers would not stop staring at you like you were holding the murder weapon.

The whole thing made the air in the room tense. Just how much trouble were you in?

“Ms. Wheeler told us that amongst Steve Harrington and two close friends of his, that you and Barbara Holland were at his house the other night.”

“That’s right.” you answered back. “I was invited to a small hang out. Nothing too crazy.”

“And did you see everyone that’s mentioned here?” Peering down at the paper pushed before you, your eyes scanned over the small list of names before you nodded your head. “Tell me, what time did you leave the party?” Officer Powell asked.

“Around close to midnight.” You glanced over at your Aunt, confirming the time with her. “I got home around close to twelve thirty after I had coffee with Jonathan Byers.”

“Why were you out with Jonathan Byers so late?”

The two leaned in closer on the table now, possibly more curious to have someone like you be around the family of the boy who was just found dead. “I almost ran into him on the way home. He seemed..down so I figured that I could talk with him. After that I went home.”

“And did you speak with Barbara Holland any time before that?”

“Yeah, we were all hanging out. When it was close to ending, I invited her to join me in getting coffee. But she wanted to wait out for her friend. So I left.”

Officer Powell wrote everything down, making sure not to miss a detail. “Did Barbara say if she was going to wait anywhere else or meet up with someone after she took Nancy home?”

The photograph of her waiting by the pool came into your mind. And for a second, something in your stomach told you to tell. But your mouth seemed to have a different idea. “She waited in the house as far as I know..and no. She never mentioned anyone else.”

“We were told that there may have been some drinking involved that night.” You couldn’t stop your body from tensing up. One of the perks of having some sort of record would be a list of things you weren’t allowed to do. Like underage drinking.

“Some of the kids were drinking.”

The taller officer scoffed at the reply, leaning to rest his head on the palm of his hand. “Oh really? Just some? You mean to tell us you were completely sober?”

Suddenly your throat felt so dry. Making it hard to get any words out as you struggled to lie through your teeth. “I was.” you gritted, trying to keep a neutral face. That didn’t stop your heart from beating faster. The thought of judgmental eyes on you again like all those months ago kept creeping in your mind.

Your Aunt seemed to figure out your distress, reaching out to place an arm on yours. “My niece has given you all the answers she’s able to.” she clapped, giving the two a kind smile. “I’m sure if Nancy Wheeler cannot find her friend, that my dear niece wouldn’t either. She’s still new to town, officers. Is there anything else you need to ask from her?”

Officer Callahan did not seem to like that reply, clicking his pen quickly before he turned his attention on you again. “You know, we were given a heads up from your previous town’s Chief. Told us all about you.” he said nonchalantly. “He mailed your whole file over and everything. It’s not like you wouldn’t have a crazy night that you didn’t remember.”

The blood drained from your face and the bile felt harder to hold back. Still, you held yourself together. This guy was a dickhead and only wanted to intimidate you. “Nice to know that I have a fan club at the station. Want me to autograph it?”

The grip on your wrist tightened, a sign of your Aunt trying to calm you down. “I told you everything that happened. Remembered it to a T, actually.” you added with a shrug. “Now, is there any other reason you need me here or can I finish the school day?”

Officer Powell shook his head, reaching into his pocket to pull out business cards. “You both have my number if you remember anything else or see anything suspicious. Thank you for your time today, ladies.”

Faster than they could blink, the two of you bolted from the Cafeteria chairs. The room echoed every step of the heels your shoes had as you pushed opened the heavy doors. You weren’t supposed to get involved in trouble like this. Your parents had made it very clear.

“Honey,” Aunt Claudia called out. “Come with me.” she urged, holding a hand out.

Without a thought, you allowed the women to walk with you towards the front entrance. Rubbing her hand soothingly up and down your back. “What they said wasn’t fair, but they were right.” Your jaw dropped a bit but she held up her hand, asking to finish silently. “If you were drunk, you wouldn’t remember. But you’re my smart girl and I know you wouldn’t make that same mistake, right?”

“Right.” you nodded, needing her to believe you on that much.

“Then that’s all I need to know.” Adjusting her coat, she leaned forward to fix up your hair, giving you a small smile. “Be good, okay? We don’t need anymore kids getting into messes.” Pulling away, she gave a small nod and a promise to pick you up after school. Leaving you back to your thoughts all the way to class.

It isn’t till much later when you’ve ditched the main cafeteria for lunch that you find yourself being pulled in for questioning again, except this time it’s from Steve.

“And what did you say after that?”

“Steve, do we really have to do this?”

“They’re going to ask me questions next and I wanna know what I’m heading into.”

You glanced over at Steve, with a morose expression. “Trust me, they’re not going to grill into you.”

That answer seemed to make the boy more frustrated as he placed his hands on his hips. Looking more like an upset parent than an anxious teenager. “You can’t be serious. They know we drank! They’re going to give me the third degree and my ass is grass the moment the old man finds out.”

For about ten minutes now, Steve and you had been hidden behind the back of the gym, going over the questions that the two officers had asked you. Despite being brief and short about it, Steve didn’t seem to understand your hesitance to really talk about it.

“Carol said you looked pissed off by the time you came back into class. So obviously there’s something you’re not telling me.”

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest, learning to speak quietly. “Are you having your friends report on me? Carol isn’t even in my class.” Steve’s eyes narrowed a bit at the accusation before he shook his head quickly.

“Okay, so it was Nicole who reported to Carol who came and told me. But only because she’s freaked out too!”

Moving to stand in your line of vision again, Steve reached out to place his hands on your shoulders, leaning close with big eyes as he asked the same question again. “What did you say? Please?”

Growing frustrated you can’t help but glare a little at Steve. “Look, it’s safe to say they’re aware of some of us drinking. I don’t know what Nancy told them but they know.” Picking up your bag, you point over at him. “If you blab to them about just who was drinking, be sure to leave me out of it!”

You didn’t make it an inch forward before Steve grabbed you by the shoulders, spinning you back around to face him again. “Are you okay?”

“Okay? I’m peachy fucking keen.”

His eyes went wide and he held up his hands defensively. “Whoa, chill out there spitfire. I’m just checking if you’re alright.”

It bothered you how genuine his words came off. You wanted to stay out of any future drama including crushes on boys. Especially boys who were unavailable. But with Steve it seemed he really did want to look out for you. Making your outbursts create an anxious ache in your stomach.

“I didn’t mean to get mad.” You sighed, looking down at the ground instead of his concerned dark eyes. “It’s just hard dealing with people like the cops when you have them know your history.”

“Know your history?”

Well, there’s no going back now.

“Remember at your party? Tommy asked why I’m here and not back home? Well I wasn’t lying when I said I was sent here to behave better.”

All Steve could do was stare at you expectantly, not wanting to interrupt what you might say next.

“Earlier this year, one of my friends got the keys to their dad’s beach house. Since the weather was still nice, we decided to go out for the weekend. Stay for the weekend.” Suddenly you felt so insecure about something you had been confident about months ago. But you figured this story wasn’t ever gonna come off right.

“I had to lie to my parents about it. Said I was just staying at the house with my friends. But really it was them, their boyfriends,..and mine.”

“You stayed a whole weekend with your boyfriend?!” He looked a lot more perplexed hearing about that than anything else so far.

“Well, ex-boyfriend now.”

“Oh,” he sighed, nodding a bit. “Go on.”

“The first night went by fine. Mostly us just setting up on Friday. Then the next day was the party and the Sunday for cleaning up. It was fool proof.”

“Until?”

You couldn’t help but frown at all the memories coming back to you. “Until my douchebag ex boyfriend decided to ruin it by cheating on me.” The image of catching him in the act was still burned in your mind. “All damn day he fought with me, it took tooth and nail to get him to even stay long enough for the party and he ditched me halfway just to go find Darcy fucking Morris and screw her up in our bedroom.”

Steve again watched with wide eyes as you pushed yourself off the wall to pace before him. “So of course, I have to be the one who walks in on them, and instead of just calling a cab home and getting my ass out of there, I stick around. I get so drunk that I don’t even remember where I’m at.”

“So just because you were really drunk one night that’s why you’re worried about the cops?”

“There’s more..” You stopped walking and turned to look at Steve’s eyes, ready almost for the judgment that’s most likely to come. “My friends really goaded me into getting back at him. Trying to tell me to find some lucky guy and do the same with him.”

Steve crossed his arms, seemingly invested in the story as he leaned forward with anticipation.

“Instead of that, I went for his jacket, took his keys and went for his car.”

“Shit,” Steve sighed, closing his eyes. “Tell me you didn’t.”

“That’s the funny part.. I don’t remember any of it.”

The memory had always gone hazy once you left the house. Whether it be from your own mind holding down the truth or the alcohol having consumed it in a drunk blur. “Once I had stepped out, my ex dashed out of the house, arguing that I’m crazy if I thought I could take off with his car. There’s this big yelling match and then it’s all dark.”

There were also flashes of the street lights blurring together, making it all hard to remember if it was any place special. “Next thing I know, I’m waking up in the driver’s seat. My boyfriend is nowhere and I crashed into a parked car in some neighborhood four blocks away from the party.”

Steve stayed quiet, hand covering the bottom of his face as he looked down at the ground. “Was anyone hurt?”

“No.”

A sigh of relief fell past his lips and he returned his gaze from the floor to back at you. “What happened after that?”

“Dad’s a lawyer. Took him only fifteen minutes and a pay off to the owner of the car. Got off without a misdemeanor but had to do community service for a bit. After that my parents told me they were tired of my crap and made plans to send me here.”

“Shit.” he cursed again. “So what did the officers say today that upset you.”

“Well they were apparently still given a heads up about me and my incident regardless if it was taken care of or not. So, after Barb’s disappearance and the knowledge of me being at your party, I’m sort of on their radar.”

Steve surprises you next when he reaches out to pull you in for a hug. It’s innocent enough that passing students wouldn’t think much but still have your heart fluttering. The scent of his rich cologne flooded your senses and you struggled with not taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” he said after a minute. “I didn’t know that any of this would happen.”

You were battling between hugging him back and pushing away from him. There was no reason for your crush on Steve to grow into anything other than a fleeting infatuation. But even as he pulled back from you, you couldn’t help but allow your eyes to flicker up to his brown ones.

“Why is it that when I’m around you a mess seems to follow?” you joked, feeling like there was too much tension.

“I wish I could say I knew.” he chuckled, looking down your face until he stopped at your lips. “You’re trouble, that’s for sure.”

“Come on, that’s not fair. You literally just found out my story.”

He shrugged his shoulders, smirking down at you now. “Sorry, if you get to tease me for embarrassing myself, I get to call you trouble.”

Punching his arm playfully, you adjusted the bag on your shoulder before nodding to go back in the direction of the school. He picked up his step and followed after you, nudging you with his shoulder as he led you to your next class.

“Promise me something.”

“What?”

Looking up at him, you give a small pout. “Please don’t tell anyone else my story? It’s..it’s not my finest moment. I just want to move past it.”

Steve crossed his finger over his heart, nodding his head quickly. “Promise. As long as you don’t tell anyone just how freaked out I was about being questioned next.”Holding out his hand, he extends his pinky out, raising a brow for you to take it.

Sighing, you grinned down at his hand and wrapped your pinky around his.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this but I actually feel a little bit better after talking to you.”

“What did I tell you, trouble? I’m a pretty great guy.”

A/N: This chapter is a bit short but it’s to help give a bit of the backstory. Kids, don’t drink and drive. EVER

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stanning-reyna · 2 years

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Love's a Game- a jeyna fic

Chapter 6

“Are you and her a thing now?” Leo asked gingerly, his eyes glued to the pencil his hands were fidgeting with.

He’s never seen Leo speak so... calmly. He'd always had a certain level of eccentricism when he talked, but it was strangely gone now. And was Leo… blushing? Jason was so busy questioning his friend’s body language that he nearly forgot to answer the question. The question he had been dreading.

What did he say? Reyna hadn't mentioned anything about them being a them last night. They'd only hung out once, anyway. It wasn't like they were dating (not that Jason didn't want them to). But at the same time, how could he convince these guys he was wearing her jacket just as a friend?

"I was wondering cause... Well, you know," Aiden spoke up when Jason didn't answer.

He looked back at the boy, clueless. No, he didn't know. What was he on about? Had Reyna made some essential announcement to the whole school that morning that he had blindly missed?

Aiden looked to Leo to finish his sentence for him. Leo ignored him, eyes still focused on his pencil. Aiden took an audible breath in.

"Aren't you... gay?" he finally spit out.

Jason let out a laugh, relieved. That was a question he could answer, unlike almost any query about his relationship with Reyna at the moment.

"No, I'm bi," he replied, shooting the guy finger guns for effect.

He wasn't upset by the question. Those sort of rumors went around about any guy who could dress decently, especially when he's on the cheer team. And he knew most high schoolers didn't have the brains to realize there were more options than just "straight" or "gay". He usually laughed at them for their idiocy, but he couldn't exactly blame them for it.

"Oh! My bad dude, I'm sorry," Aiden replied, hastily apologizing.

Jason gave him a tight smile as he clamored to explain himself. Then Aiden added, "You know Leo's bisexual too! What a small world."

At that Leo finally looked up from his hands' work, the same expression on his face that Jason was certain was on his own: eyebrows raised and mouth hanging open in disbelief.

Everyone knew you didn't out someone, even to an accepting audience, without their permission. Everyone except Aiden, evidently.

However Leo seemed to shake it off pretty quick, so Jason didn't press the issue. Leo's hands kept moving, this time playing with an eraser, but his gaze finally met Jason's.

He wasn't sure what to make of it when their eyes locked. There was something in Leo's eyes that he couldn't quite place, which was strange. He'd known Leo almost as long as he'd known Reyna, except the two boys had never parted ways, meaning they'd spent so much time together that Jason could usually tell Leo's thoughts by just glancing at him. Not today.

"Anyways," Aiden spoke up again. This dude could probably talk for hours straight. "You're wearing this girl's jacket. Don't tell me you bagged the star of the basketball team, man."

Jason didn't know how to respond to that. He wasn't a fan of the way he’d said bagged like it was some sort of score. Thankfully he didn't need to think up an answer because attention was drawn away from the question once again by Leo. He was getting up, moving so quickly his chair nearly tipped over, and booking it out the classroom door.

Jason stared at the door he’d just left through, never having been more confused.

#yes that is a hint of valgrace #it wouldn't be a fic of mine if there was no valgrace #heroes of olympus #pjo #hoo fandom #hoo series #pjo fandom #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians #jason grace #leo valdez #valgrace #jeyna #reyna ramirez arellano

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d-l-dare · 1 year

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"Fired Up"

Standing before the class, I went over their homework, much as I do every other day. That's what today was, after all. Average. Just another day to lecture to hundreds of students that usually don't listen, for roughly an hour at a time. It's odd. Usually, I love teaching kids. But lately, it's become less of a passionate job and more of a drag. I think it's because of the abnormal hours I've been sleeping lately. The school has been pushing for more homework for the students, so I spend so many nights staying up late so that I can grade the papers.

Finally, the bell rights to release the students. Glancing up at the clock, a smile spreads across my face, followed by a sigh of relief. It's lunchtime.

As the students pile out toward the cafeteria, I make my way to the teacher's lounge to grab my lunch. A salad with a ham and cheese sandwich. After grabbing my food, I was stopped by another teacher, Mrs. Fergison. She was a good friend of mine. We used to talk in between classes all the time. We weren't good enough friends to talk outside of school. We mainly kept each other company to pass the time. We hadn't talked lately though. I think the extra homework thing was taking a toll on more than just me.

She and I talked for a little while, mainly about some kids' gossip floating around the school. It was interesting, I'd never known her to care much about gossip. Especially when it pertains to the students. Normally we talk about things like TV shows and the food we had a few nights ago. Nothing but small talk.

After we said our goodbyes and parted ways, I made my way back to my classroom. I grabbed my phone from my purse and glanced at the time. I had about twenty minutes to relax.

I watched some funny videos on my phone as I ate. I'd finished my food long before I thought I would have. I must have been pretty hungry.

I was about to throw my trash away when I heard a bell. At first, I thought it was the normal school bell, which would have gone off a lot sooner than I'd thought. Instead, it was the continuous ringing of the fire alarm. I felt my heart race in panic as I heard someone scream from out in the hallway. I hurried to the door, but could only make out a stampede of students rushing down the hall, toward the back door. In running down the hallway, one of them must have bumped the door, because it slammed shut on me. Thankfully I moved before my fingers got smashed in the frame.

I watched them rush past until the crowd died down. I figured this would be the best time to get out there and join them.

I turned the doorknob and my heart sank. The knob wouldn't turn. "What the hell?!" I exclaimed as I tried turning it furiously. The lock was on my side of the door. How could it have gotten stuck? I turned the bolt to be vertical. Nothing. Horizontal. Still nothing.

I quickly scanned the room, hoping I could find something to break the window of the door. I went over a picked up a desk chair. It was heavy and I was struggling to move it over to the door. Eventually, I made it over there. I tried lifting the chair again. Unfortunately, I couldn't get it that far off the ground, no matter how hard I tried. I finally let the chair down. All of my muscles were aching and I needed to catch my breath.

Still, I panicked. How am I going to get out of here?!

I looked over to the window. They were small, but it was worth a try. I made my way over to the only window that had nothing blocking it and looked outside. I knew my classroom was on the second floor, but it's funny how high up that truly feels when you think you might have to jump out of it to escape.

As the thought of jumping out the window flooded my head with incredible fear, I couldn't help but turn around to face the door. The door, as it stood, had dark smoke shooting into the room through the cracks in the door frame.

In a panic, I ran back over to the door to try the knob again. Immediately, I pulled away. The knob was hot to the touch, leaving a deep red mark on my palms. The burning sensation felt incredibly painful. I was fighting back tears as I now started to beat on the door, crying out for help. I pleaded and begged for someone, anyone, to come back for me.

After a few moments, I realized with incredible dread, nobody is coming back for me. This is where it all ends...

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I grabbed my phone off the desk, hoping there would be a signal, but of course, there was none. Why did the school have to have the worst reception?

Tossing the phone to the side, I made my way to the opposite corner of the room from the door and awaited my inevitable doom. It seemed like an eternity had passed by in a few minutes, but I heard the sound of someone fidgeting with the doorknob. Was this it? Was I being rescued?

I ran to the door just in time to see it being ripped open. At first, I saw nobody on the other side of the door, only flames. That was until I saw it...

It was a ten-foot man, who was covered in fire. It didn't look like a guy that was covered in burns. Instead, it looked almost inhuman. Like a charred corpse and the flames being their skin. As I stood, frozen in fear, it tried to reach out to grab me. However, I took off across the classroom, trying to get as far away from it as possible. I ran to the far side of the room, it chasing close behind me. I made a circle through the desks and charged out of the room.

As I got out into the hallway, I heard it let out an inhuman roar before the ground started shaking under my feet. I turned my head to see the monster now chasing after me at full speed. Thankfully, I was faster.

After what felt like an eternity of running for my life, I finally made it out of the school. Everyone I saw out there was staring at me in shock, unmoving. Then, their eyes darted behind me. I turned to follow their gaze and saw the fire monster burst out of the back doors. It stood straight up, revealing to be much taller than I'd thought. It towered over all of us. In an instant, it reached down and picked me up, instantly burning me alive. All the students below screamed and took off in every direction...

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floraflow · 16 years

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I don’t care if monday’s blue

I had a good day, I think! Idk it was kinda weird TBH...

Sooooooo first of all, I should of NEVER let Carmen watch Pan’s Labyrinth. I could tell she was genuinely scared of the Pale Man, but afterwards I asked if she was scared and she was like, “NOPE I LOVED IT!” but later that night, after we had gone to bed, I heard her clamber down from the top bunk, then she poked me and asked if she could sleep with me cuz she was indeed scared. I said yeah, but she tossed and turned ALL night SMH... #bigsisterprobs

Anywaysssss SCHOOL.

Choir was slightly torturous. Christa Fuller smiled at me and I smiled back but was too nervous to actually talk to her. And the fact that I could feel Gen Ericson’s eyes burning into the back of my head all class period didn’t help my nerves. When the bell mercifully rang, I bolted to the cafeteria for lunch. Lunch, of course, is my LEAST favorite part of the school day, as I don’t really have any friends. Normally, I like to pack my own lunch so then I don’t even have to go to the cafeteria and I can just find an unoccupied nook somewhere and eat all by myself. But because of the Carma situation, I slept in a lil’ and didn’t have time to make one. I considered just not eating at all and retiring to my aforementioned nook, but I’m glad I chose to go to the cafeteria that day cuz something cool happened:

There I was, sitting on the outskirts, munching on carrots, reading a book, pretending James wasn’t in the same room as me, as per usual, when I saw someone sauntering up to me. I looked up nervously, praying it wasn’t Gen or Bradley, and my prayers were (kinda) answered cuz instead it was Christa standing before me, holding her lunch tray.

Unnecessarily long story short: Christa invited me to sit with her and the POPULAR girls! I half-wondered if she was doing it out of pity, cuz she bore witness to how epic of a fail Friday’s party was for me. But I couldn’t say no. I sat with them. The light from the stained glass windows at the center of cafeteria pouring onto us, like we were ANGELS or something. I did my best to avoid making eye contact with Gen who didn’t look particularly pleased (in fact, she looked downright PISSED, but whether that was cuz of her fight with Bradley, or my presence at the lunch table, I couldn’t say). Christa introduced me to everyone and thankfully, they didn’t ask me anything so I just had to smile and nod along while they had their own convos.

The whole time, I could sense James behind me, at the popular boys table. Like me, he wasn’t always in the cafeteria for lunch, and when he was, he usually had his earbuds in, listening to his iPod. This was the case today. It made me wish I had an iPod, so I could tune out the world too...

When guitar class came around, I considered skipping it. I have never skipped class IN. MY. LIFE. In fact, I’ve never even been LATE to class. But the thought of being in such close proximity with James, having to pretend I wasn’t stressing out, was REALLY stressing me out.

I gathered all my courage and walked into the classroom and went to my seat with my head down. I didn’t even want to know what James’ reaction (or worse, lack thereof) would be. But when I got to my seat I was surprised to see it was occupied... by my ratty, old tennis shoes.

Obviously, this flustered me a bit. I quickly sat down, my face getting hot. He didn’t even have the balls or decency to give them back to me himself? As class started, I scrambled to put the shoes in my backpack, when I noticed a piece of folded up notebook paper sticking out of one shoe. I opened it discreetly and to my surprise, it read:

“Sorry about Friday. Can I have a do-over? I promise I’ll put my best foot forward this time :)”

I could feel my face flush. How UNBELIEVABLY CUTE, right???? I’m so glad all we had to do today was listen to ppl do their final guitar solos, cuz I’m not sure I would be able to keep my hands from shaking enough to play any guitar myself. Why was I shaking? Why am I like this??? Idk! But I took a deep breath and turned the note over and wrote:

“Sure”

At the end of class, I coolly walked up to James and gave him the note, careful not to appear too giddy, then I walked away.

Because I couldn’t help myself, I discreetly glanced behind me and saw James looking at the note and smiling that hearstopping half-smile.

Because I couldn’t help myself, I smiled too. Like an idiot. For the rest of the day. It’s on me as we speak.

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#diary #christa was right #james really is a catch #who says catch anymore #OMFG #why am i literally 60 years old #oh well #teeheeheeheehee #when I told ana about the note she thought I was lying LMAO #she was like “pics or it didnt happen” xD xD

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If you believe the lies I tell (Snowjanus Fic Chapter Seven)

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Chapter Seven: Gingersnap

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His despondent attitude remains through the fall and rise of the sun, as if winter is rooted in his heart.

It’s all poetic musing, a dramatized way of saying he looks as terrible as he feels.

“You look like shit.”

Coriolanus squeezes his eyes shut and sighs, “Thanks, Festus, I had no idea.”

It’s automatic that he forced himself to go to school. He has no other choice in order to win scholarship money. Any emotional episodes have to be pushed away, it distracts his priorities.

Persephone elbows Festus, “What he means to say is, want some cookies?”

Coriolanus had hoped that everyone would leave him alone today, let him gloom in the corner and not acknowledge his state of mind. That dream is gone when Persephone offers up a small bag.

He accepts a gingersnap cookie out of insanity.

The morning begins with its usual pleasantries. Trekking to school, avoiding the loud crowds to get to class. The professor isn’t there yet but Coriolanus and a few others linger in the classroom. A few more students arrive for Festus and Persephone to no longer be the loudest here.

As Gaius and Hilarius animatedly recreate some play to Io, Urban, and the twins, Clemensia takes the seat beside him.

Much like Festus, she knows something is very wrong.

“Coriolanus? Are you okay?”

He sighs, and admits quietly, “I’m still figuring that out.”

She sinks into her chair and leans over to whisper, “I’m sorry for yesterday, I won’t ever bother-”

“No Clemensia,” he interrupts her, needing her to feel guiltless. It's not her fault that he’s out of sorts with the world. “Like I said, I don’t fully understand it but I’m trying to. You can, I mean you could and I won’t…” He struggles to ask but thankfully Clemensia has endless patience for him.

Clemensia gives him her hand, granting him agency to decide to actually do this.

In a snap decision, Coriolanus presses it to his forehead. He never really understood the whole traditions of scenting, most of it is colligated as, simply put, instincts.

It’s a common greeting he’s seen a few times. He feels awkward trying it out, skipping theory to execution. No way he’ll do the forehead to forehead scenting, that’s a level too high for his comfort.

He’ll accept this in small doses, testing it out.

So Coriolanus opted to release his scent over her knuckles, an alleviating freshness that brings a smile to her face.

Clemensia’s honest reaction pierces through the dread in his stomach. His scent was always too sharp, morphed by his stress, an old concern from Tigris that still bothers him. It’s rare for his scent to be anything other than broadcasting how deep his unpleasant thoughts go down.

Lavenders greet him back, reciprocating the gesture but it’s not the only scent to catch his attention.

With scent blockers, it takes a burst of instincts to override the treatment. Something as simple as greetings or short termed scent marking shouldn’t rid it out of his system. He’s always reliant on blockers. Never before has Coriolanus opened the door to paying attention to scents of the outside world.

He blinks, letting his nose track over the fruity scent over Festus and something akin to a herb over Persephone. Pomegranates and basils.

It’s nothing strong but it is there, something identifiable to know that they are close, that they have scent marked each other.

Coriolanus forces himself to stop staring, to mask his surprise. He only noticed because they’re sitting right next to him. There’s nothing alerting him to take in the scents of his other classmates, if they even decided to use their scents today. Clemensia was right, he really did not read anyone else’s scents. It might not be the scent blockers to blame.

Amidst this strange revelation, Coriolanus fails to register the local arachnid pest headed towards him.

“Wow, Coriolanus. You actually took my advice.”

He’s still holding Clemensia’s hand, already lowered on the table but nonetheless the scents are plainly evident.

“Mind your own business Crane.”

“But how can I possibly do that when you’re so eye-catching?” Her smile is so utterly hollow. “I missed your scent.”

An uncomfortable shiver is on his skin, Coriolanus stiffs up at the unwanted attention. Arachne always loves to draw crowds, a flair for the dramatics. Just like every argument they ever had, Coriolanus needs to demolish her. Maybe Coriolanus enjoys the attention too, as long as it favors him.

“I should’ve known you did, from all of your goading.”

It's almost familiar, this tic for tat between them. He knows how to press her buttons and she could try as much as she wants to do the same. Arachne Crane always tries a little too hard.

“Apologizes, Coriolanus, but it worked didn’t it?”

“Oh please, I didn’t listen to your ‘friendly’ advice.” He rolled his eyes and languidly, dropped his friend’s hand. “I’m just indulging myself.”

His casualness makes her eyes twitch.

“You sure took your time.” Arachne begins with a gruffness but it’s back to her saccharine sweet mocking, “I mean, after so many rejections.”

“What are you on about?”

Arachne relishes in his genuine confusion. She knows this is knowledge he lacks, something he usually avoids.

“There were so many of our classmates who tried to court you. The elusive and untouchable Coriolanus Snow.” Her laugh takes up the room. “I still remember poor Hilarius’ devastated face.”

“Arachne, you don’t need to bring that up,” Hilarius winced.

A hitch is in Coriolanus’ breath, taking in how silent the now full classroom is. He can barely see a crowd of random students watching from the door, choking on curiosity and starving for entertainment. Among his classmates, Clemensia is the only one who dares to intervene.

“He’s right, you can stop,” Clemensia demanded.

Arachne ignored her, totally focused on Coriolanus. She takes a step closer to loom over him.

“Did you not notice all of them fawning over you? After all these years of being the prettiest omega.”

It’s not surprising that other students were charmed by Coriolanus but he thinks that Arachne is over exaggerating it all. Then again, he doesn’t remember supposedly rejecting Hilarius. Coriolanus did not engage in the communication of scents and now fumbles into it.

It was a mistake to even try it out, especially when Arachne proves that she wants to single him out. Any indulgence of his is a weakness.

This exposed insecurity is Arachne’s only chance to bully him. Coriolanus refuses that opportunity for her.

He can see how Arachne wants to play out this little spat, label him a hypocrite or self-absorbed. It could be true but those are only her words, her description of Coriolanus.

The amount of vile when she titled him as the prettiest omega, it almost made him gag. If anything, this reveals something so utterly transparent about Arachne Crane. He’s stumped over how completely foolish she is.

“God, Arachne, why are you so obsessed with me?”

It’s the only logical conclusion, especially with the amount of times she tries to pester him. First with grades, then wealth, now it’s their dynamic. It’s a shame Arachne uses this as a trump card, she really could’ve bested him with it if not for how easy it is to mock her.

He almost feels sad if not for how annoying she can be.

The sickening sweet vanilla only confirms how deep his words cut into Arachne. She presses her hands on his desk with a small slam, caging all of his vision.

“Coriolanus Snow, it’s a mystery why people even try with you. You offer up nothing, not one single token, and shove us all away for years. Just keep being a good little prudish student.”

He matches the intensity in Arachne’s voice, daring her to keep talking if she can.

“If I’m doing nothing with my scent, then you’re doing everything with yours.”

The scent of burning sugar fills their noses.

“That’s enough,” Felix Ravinstill steps in, bracing an arm against the girl, urging her to step away, “both of you need to stop.”

“Why should I, Felix?” It happens so quickly. Her eyes flickering to their class president and to Coriolanus. A newfound anger spills venom out of her pretty red lips, “He’s nothing, defective more like it. Swallowing down blockers like it’s crack.”

“Um, you don’t swallow crack,” Festus interjects before Persephone could stop him.

“Not the time, Festus.”

No comedic beat can disrupt the rage within Coriolanus Snow.

Arachne doesn’t know a thing about him, will criticize him as an omega all she wants to make her feel far more superior. Coriolanus decides to make her fall from her fragile pedestal.

“Defective?” He laughs hollowly, standing up to scare Arachne with his height. “That has to be the smartest rumor you can make, Arachne Crane. That way you’d be the prettiest omega, the most beloved.” He waves a hand out, as if he’s Lucky Flickerman presenting the weather. Coriolanus announces to the room, “Is that what you want? Such a silly title, really. I’d gladly crown you if you didn’t already wear a different tiara.”

“Excuse me?”

“I would never cast out my scent like a wide net. You on the other hand? I swear the whole school reeks of you, Arachne. I wouldn’t be surprised it was also in the teacher’s lounge.”

Arachne lunges for him.

With his outstretched arm, Coriolanus easily catches her shoulder but she still tries. Sharp nails target his neck, scent glands that strongly emit his fear when he feels the slightest touch graze him.

There is sick satisfaction in her grin, delighted to make Coriolanus crack. Her victory is short-lived as Coriolanus easily shoves her against Felix. He forces himself to stop being so afraid, to ignore panic and relish in anger forged from survival.

“It’s like what you said before, Arachne. I’m the top student, adorned by the masses,” Coriolanus smiles cruelly, “but I am not a failure of an omega like you.”

The room goes so quiet, flooded with the scent of vanilla becoming so terribly sour. The thick tension is hard to breathe, literally broadcasting how humiliated and mortified Arachne Crane is in this moment. If anything, it could confirm the awful things he said. Coriolanus doesn’t get the chance to think if he went too far, provoking Arachne right after she tried to attack him.

Because all in one second, an inferno of cherrywood envelopes the air.

Felix Ravinstill lays a gentle hand on Arachne, moving her aside to knock the desk out of his path. It nearly collides with Festus and Persephone but all eyes are on the enraged alpha.

It’s too much to bear, the overwhelming and dominating scent of a sweltering day in a dangerous garden. All of it is attacking Coriolanus’ senses as Felix grabs at his shirt collar.

A raging summer ensnares a frozen winter.

“Say one more thing about her,” Felix promises, their shared breath is frighteningly small, “and you’re dead, Snow.”

Omegas’ heat are all about peace and rest, of projecting calming pheromones. At the opposite end of the spectrum, alphas have their ruts. Aggressive, protective, and focused on eliminating threats.

Alphas only go into a rut to protect their own.

“Felix,” his shaky voice nearly cracks as one hand shifts over to clamp around his neck.

Too close to his scent glands, working overtime in emitting his horror and shock. He tries to grab at Felix’ arms, pry him off but there is a heightened stubbornness and anger in the alpha.

Coriolanus bites the inside of his cheek, thinking and thinking and failing to plan out the right words. His brain is screaming with the instincts of a prey, caught in the talons of a predator. To submit or beg or flee, but that’s not his main concern. Coriolanus is not horrified by the fact that he angered an alpha into a rut, suffocating from the blunt force of a dominating scent. No, he’s done something way worse.

He angered the grand-nephew of the president of Panem.

In a rut, Felix would be only satisfied by Coriolanus’ bloodied body, unconscious or otherwise. That’s a consequence Coriolanus could maybe live through.

Once it’s over?

This is all more than enough evidence that Felix will become Arachne Crane’s. She has every reason to hate Coriolanus Snow and now she will have the power to ruin his future.

When his eyes flickered to Arachne, a second to process her shock but awed expression, Felix guttural roars.

“Don’t look at her!”

Felix is in tunnel vision, solely focused on how he best thinks he can protect Arachne Crane. He has Coriolanus pinned in this disaster and the future ruin his mind jumps to. Coriolanus’ heart lurches in despair, an erratic heartbeat running for its life. All around him is the scent of burning cherrywood, a forest fire against his skin. It radiates a predator that waits for a trigger to start mauling.

There’s a shakiness in Felix’ muscles, hands clenching tighter, all with the impulse to finish what Arachne started. The fight response is all his brain knows, nails digging into tender flesh.

Alpha and omega, dynamics that overly express the need to protect.

Ruts and heats, the raw emotional dive to ensure the safety of the pack.

Predator and prey, the instincts that dictate survival.

In the eyes of everyone watching, Coriolanus Snow is the one who threatens that peace. One wrong move and it’s over. Yet, who’s to say that Coriolanus hasn’t already made foolish mistakes. Constantly antagonizing Arachne, pushing away Clemensia, always observing his classmates but never making an effort to actually befriend any of them.

Blinded by the need to see enemies in everyone, Coriolanus failed to make a single ally.

He can barely make out the shapes of Clemensia and the others. His eyes cannot leave the gaze of a predator, taking his time in watching Coriolanus squirm. All around them is a sea of red, an omen of what Coriolanus will become. Any part of his mind that is the identity of Coriolanus Snow is getting condensed and minimized by base instincts of fear. Nothing but flesh unmade, a hollowed out stomach, a rose striped of thorns and petals.

Coriolanus is all alone.

“Felix, let him go.”

It’s a voice only to be expected when all the grains have fallen in the hourglass. The time has been spent, a week has passed.

The plea is ignored. The alpha would never listen to an outsider.

Coriolanus on the other hand, melts at the smell of nutmeg. It only adds to his despair, knowing there is another witness to how snow will fall.

Yet Sejanus Plinth tries again.

“Arachne, please stop him,” Sejanus begs in that soft voice of his. A gentleness that has never reached anyone else’s ears.

All that hope is only in Sejanus. For a chilling moment, Coriolanus believes that she will say no, that Arachne will relish in how Coriolanus Snow will burn.

“Felix,” Arachne carefully approaches, still drenched in burning sugar. She places a hand on his arm, “That’s enough.”

The alpha listens to his omega, the epitome of instincts.

The moment Felix backs off, Coriolanus’s knees nearly give out. He’s trembling, as if he woke up from the nightmarish reality of the bomb raids. Distant explosions are a different kind of violence than bracing an alpha’s rut directly in his face.

Coriolanus Snow wouldn’t be able to talk or fight his way out of that. He still doesn’t know how to survive once Felix Ravinstill regains himself. No matter what, Felix is on Arachne’s side.

Who does Coriolanus have?

Nutmeg takes up the space around Coriolanus.

Sejanus catches him before he could tremble out of his skin.

“Are you alright?”

Noise comes out of his mouth, not words unfortunately. A delayed shock is still in overdrive from the foolish prey instincts inside of him. His neck bruises, his scent glands unharmed but still vulnerable to the world.

“Hey, hey, just focus on me.”

They’re on the floor, Sejanus kneeling at his side. A hand is cradling his cheek, the other is rubbing circles in his arm, soothing warmth and repetition onto his clammy skin. Coriolanus’ heart is still a scared, caged rabbit. Their eyes meet, warm brown eyes that show a kindness that Coriolanus has seen in those who care for him. Yet this time, there is no doubt or insecurity spewing from his paranoia. It’s quiet in the presence of Sejanus Plinth.

“I got you, Coriolanus, you’re alright now.”

It’s a singular act of kindness in this terrible moment. An anchor to latch onto, someone reliable and known for exactly one purpose.

Safety.

Coriolanus’ scent explodes out.

Spearmint.

It doesn’t broadcast fear or anger or every other emotion where Coriolanus felt like he lost control.

No, Coriolanus swears he has never felt this before.

His body feels too hot. It’s a feeling in his gut where ice cold coals are suddenly a bonfire. There’s a faintness threatening to take over, like one of his many dizzy spells from hunger. Yet Coriolanus’s mind doesn’t ache, breathing in his own scent of mint. A freshness like a cool breeze, a relief that juxtaposes the temperature his body is reaching.

While his body demands rest, Coriolanus’ consciousness is alert. It’s the opposite of a rut’s tunnel vision, Coriolanus feels utterly aware of the scents around him.

Burning cherrywood is still radiating off of Felix, getting soothed down by Arachne. Her own is still a mess of vanilla, sugar, and honey, too much and too sweet. They’re known threats, at bay for the moment but there’s an urge to get away from them.

Dissimilarly, there are scents that pull at his attention. Corioanus can barely sense the smell of lanvenders, pomegranates and basil leaves. Barely because his instincts are starving for the source of nutmeg.

Sejanus Plinth.

He hasn’t seen the alpha for what feels like forever. The little glimpses of him are not enough. Coriolanus presses his forehead against Sejanus’ before notching his nose to the neck, becoming drunk on the rich smell of nutmeg.

It brings out another burst of spearmint, sweeter, softer even.

Despite doing actions out of his character, Coriolanus hates to admit how this is what an omega does. The scenting, spreading out his own and craving others’. Drunk or high isn’t quite the accurate description. There’s no buzz or impulse controlling him, yet it’s a bone-deep need to collect each and every little thing that resonates with his nature.

His hands clutch on to Sejanus’ broad shoulders, one gliding up to feel the lack of curly brown hair.

“You shaved your hair.”

“Yeah.” Against his throat, Coriolanus feels the words more than hearing them. “It’s a long story but, yeah.”

The short hair tingles under Coriolanus’ fingers, tracing lazy circles. Coriolanus never got the chance to touch what should’ve been soft and curly.

Sejanus is quiet for a moment before reassuring, “They’ll grow back.”

Coriolanus didn’t voice his mourning for something so sentimental and yet Sejanus simply knew what to say. For the first time in forever, Coriolanus has no stress in his mind. His anxiety and fear are eased out, for now, letting the muscles in his body relax. He has the urge to lay down, to embrace the growing warmth and let his scent intertwine with those worthy of a pack bond.

Now that sudden thought snaps Coriolanus out of his daze. The picturesque calm and serenity is noticeably broken by his wide-eyed shock. Sejanus is practically cradling Coriolanus, preventing him from lying down.

“Coriolanus, we need to get you home.”

Verbalizing that truth is what gets Coriolanus to stand up, aided by Sejanus because his body is preparing for something he has never experienced. There’s a lethargic ache in his muscles, warring against his agency to get away from the crowd. He needs a temporary solution to reclaim himself.

Coriolanus turns to his only trusted person here, relying on logic and not his instincts.

“Clemensia, help me, please.”

Betas, those blessedly without the extremes of heats and ruts, have a different role in this strange world of theirs.

Clemensia is immediately at his side, cupping his neck and embracing him with lavenders. Her scent cools him down immensely, keeping the burning at bay. At the other side of the room, he sees Hilarius doing the same for Felix.

The scents of betas don’t fully nullify heats or ruts, perhaps in the pre-stages of the cycles it could but not when the person is in the fall of it. Unfortunately Coriolanus still feels the heat in his skin, a low flame that can and will grow stronger.

Another way to prevent this is isolation, something that Coriolanus specializes in. It starts by getting out of Sejanus’ arms. He couldn’t look Sejanus in the eye when he untangled himself from the alpha. Otherwise those brown eyes will lock him in.

Sejanus lets Coriolanus go. His willingness to do so spikes something cold into Coriolanus’ heart. He knows Sejanus is too kind for his own good, always needing to do these kind acts. Somehow, his final act of kindness is to leave Coriolanus alone, illusioned behind a choice. Coriolanus would never return the favor out of his own volition.

Their eyes meet and Coriolanus musters up to say with finality, “I don’t want handouts.”

Just as he feared, the world paused around them, memorizing the honest and concerned look Sejanus gives him. It’s not pity, nothing that demeans Coriolanus into something tiny.

“It’s your choice, Coriolanus,” Sejanus took one step back, creating space between them, “it always is.”

The air is still a warzone of scents, Coriolanus has to get out of it. Yet the allure of nutmeg makes him hesitate. It’s a weakness that needs to be stopped.

His mind is made up.

Coriolanus forces his legs to move.

Thanks for reading!

#my fic #snowjanus fic #snowjanus #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth

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iunctura-arch · 3 months

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"Do you like them?"

Tatsuki stares at the vase of flowers on her desk, which had been arranged in a way that would be beautifully presented.

"We saw you weren't doing so well, so we figured you might be cheered up with flowers! None of us really knew what you liked, so we just got one of each flower!"

Words marred her desk for a moment. A flash of the words Thief, Murderer and Die! were there before she blinked and they were gone. The vase had, momentarily, become one with a chrysanthemum flower instead of the beautiful flower arrangement it had been before returning to the present.

"What's wrong? You're pale. Are you sick?" The girl to her left reached out to put her hand on Tatsuki's forehead.

A flash. The uniform of Azumano Middle School, in a different colour. The girl replaced by one of her tormenters, reaching out to grab her hair. Tatsuki backed off almost instantly, eyes wide with fear.

"Are you okay, Hinata-chan?"

"She's... No, she isn't. Look at her. She's... Hinata-chan, what's wrong? Is something bothering you?"

Tatsuki's hands come to her face, tears falling without end. With a loud scream, she grabs her bag and runs out of the classroom. The girls chase after, but can't catch up.

"Hinata-chan!" They shout, trying to catch her attention. But she's already so far gone. The three girls look at each other.

"...When did Hinata-chan learn to run so fast?" One of them asked.

"She can barely keep up most of the time... Maybe she just doesn't want to be noticed?" Another thought, tapping her chin.

"That could be it. Maybe we should visit her after school- Oh! Isn't she living with Niwa-san? We could ask him if we can visit. I saw them walking to school together once." The third said.

"She could be. Let's ask Niwa-san after school."

The moment she was far enough away, she'd manifested Dark's wings forcibly to fly herself home. No one had seen, thankfully, so she'd been able to get home without causing a spectacle.

Though it had hurt like hell, but she knew what the cost was when she'd first taken flight. She never really used any other door but the front one, but she'd decided not to take the main entrance this time.

(Emiko would probably not like having to reset all the traps for when Daisuke got home...)

Taking off her shoes after entering the mansion, Tatsuki set them with the others and walked over to the sofa before basically collapsing on it and starting to sob.

"Tatsuki, they were just trying to cheer you up..." Dark's voice was gentle, but still firm. She knew that, she knew... but still...

"....I couldn't help but think back to everything." She said between sobs. "To all the hell I was going through before I ended up sent back in time..."

"You've grown so much stronger since the first day we arrived. You took a chance with Daisuke, took a chance with the other me, and you've gained what you haven't had for years."

"....A family." She whispered, in Dark's voice. "We have a family."

"You'll be okay." Tatsuki honestly wishes she could hug him and just rest against him until she fell asleep. And with Daisuke still at school for an undetermined amount of time (as she didn't know what time it was right now), she couldn't bother him.

"We'll be okay." She finally sits up, staring at the wall for a moment before going to go upstairs to her room and change. It takes her barely any time to do so, and she lets herself transform once she's done changing her clothes.

"I'm... going to try and get some more sleep." The bed was safe, warm and she could sleep until Daisuke got home. As her head hit the pillow, she closed her eyes.

"I won't stop you this time." Dark sighed, but she knew he was smiling. "I'll be around when you wake up, so if you need me, I'll be there."

"...Thanks."

It was slow, but she soon drifted off to sleep, comforted by the thought of not being alone when she woke up.

#lilia writes; drabbles #cw trauma #this was something else-

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The Aftermath, chapter 15

Philip woke up shivering, a scream echoing in the silent dormitory. He’d dreamt he was back in the repository, kneeling next to Eleazar’s lifeless body. The nightmare had found him again, after some time.

“Philip, what is wrong?” Garreth’s voice came from the bed next to his. It was still dark outside.

“Oh, please, not again.” they could hear another voice from a nearby bed.

“Shut up, Leander.” Garreth said, getting up and sitting down on Philip’s bed. “What happened?” he asked.

“I was kneeling next to my father’s body, after the fight beneath the school. If I had been able to sustain that cavern by myself, he would still be alive.” Philip choked on his words, trying to slow down his breathing.

“I hope we learn the potion for Dreamless Sleep soon, I’m quite tired of this. There’s no point in me going back to sleep, but I’m sorry for waking you up.”

He went down the stairs leading to the common room, seeing that the fireplace was still lit. Thankfully, the room was empty.

He didn’t pay attention to the big clock, its noise fading in the background, but when he started hearing noise from the rooms upstairs, he went back to his dormitory to get dressed and ready for the day.

At breakfast, he didn’t talk to anyone. He wished he had gone straight to the Potions classroom. Now, watching his fellow students leave the Great Hall, he knew he would only be able to talk to Sharp after class.

As they arrived at the classroom, Sharp was already waiting for them. He directed the students’ attention to the blackboard and began his lecture.

“Today you will learn how to brew the potion for Dreamless Sleep. While some of you may already have taken this potion,” and here his gaze was fixated on Philip for what felt like less than a second. “I don’t want you taking it excessively, only because you know how to brew it, for it can have severe side effects if it is taken too often.”

Philip took his place at his usual workstation, seeing that a Slytherin girl had joined him and Garreth. She had wavy, pitch black hair, and he also noticed she was slightly taller than him.

“My usual partner missed class today, so I thought I could join you two. My name is Lelyia Nox. Nice to meet you.”

Philip and Garreth introduced themselves, and the former could see that the girl was staring at him.

“Sharp was looking at you during his lecture.” she said, her ice blue eyes fixated on Philip.

“Yes, I noticed. It’s a long story, and not a happy one.” Philip retorted, turning his attention back to his cauldron.

He kept brewing his potion, paying close attention to it. One student causing explosions was enough.

When the class was dismissed, Philip went to Sharp’s desk. He didn’t know how his professor would react to his nightmare, but still recounted it, doing his best to prevent emotion from showing. Sharp listened, nodding before he spoke.

“It was the first one you remember after a while, and if I was another person I would give you a potion and send you on your way. But I am not, and I will do my best to help you. I know we both have seen some terrible things, but it gets better. I know it is hard to talk about, but I will listen.”

It never fully heals though, he added to himself seeing Philip leave the classroom, with a potion in his pocket in case it happened again.

They both knew time doesn’t heal wounds, they just end up fading. Yet, the presence of each other made them feel safe, for they knew they could trust each other.

#hogwarts legacy #aesop sharp

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iridescent-petrichor · 2 years

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fall for her (nobody else)

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: vomit mention, mild description of injuries

Words: 6K (may have gone a bit overboard with this one oops lol)

A/N: okay so i know i’ve been inactive for ... a bit... but im back !! i was just super swamped with work and school that i haven’t had time to do like anything, but i rewatched the amazing spiderman movies recently in prep for nwh and it reignited my love for andrew garfield so i whipped this up!

It’s so hard to find the words at times like these

When I think too much, it never comes across as I mean

“Y/N, you will be paired with…” Your teacher glanced down at the sheet in front of him before looking back up to you. “Peter.” He pointed to the boy a couple seats away from you, head ducked down to avoid eye contact.

You nodded, standing up to move to the empty seat beside him, scooting the desk a bit closer to him.

“Hi,” You ventured, trying to catch the boy’s eye. He looked up, giving you a faint smile.

“Hi.” He repeated, shifting in his seat to face you better. You’d vaguely noticed Peter before, but being so close to him made you realize he was cute.

“So, do you want to work on the project at my house or…?” You trailed off, waiting for a response.

“Oh, uh, I mean,” he cleared his throat, sitting up a little straighter. “I mean we could do- uh, I mean like, maybe-” He stopped, ducking his head down again, avoiding your gaze. “Yours is, yeah, we could- and my house is also, I mean if you’d want, it’s also good? But like only if you want to, we could also go to your house, I don’t really have a… preference…” His voice got quiet as he finished his sentence, wringing his hands nervously.

You stifled a laugh, nodding. “Your house is perfect, Peter.”

He nodded, lips curling up in a smile. “Cool, yeah, cool.”

But just know that I see more than the others

You pushed through the classroom door, just barely making it before the bell rang, and sank into your seat. You put your head down immediately, using your arms as a pillow. After the long day you’d had, you didn’t have any energy for the rest of your classes. With your head down, sat in the back of the room, you willed yourself to be invisible to the people around you – especially your teacher.

Thankfully, no one bothered you, and the teacher didn’t seem inclined on calling on you to answer a question, so you continued to rest your eyes as the class went on. The only person that seemed to notice you, however, was Peter.

“Hey,” Your head snapped up in surprise, not even realizing Peter was in the seat next to you. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” You sighed, giving him a grateful smile – the first genuine one of the day. “Thank you.”

The teacher looked over at the two of you, sending a warning look your way, and you mouthed an apology with a halfhearted grin.

You glanced once more towards Peter before looking back to focus on the rest of the lesson, feeling brighter than you did when you entered the classroom.

I’d use a shot if I had another

School had already been out for ten minutes, but asking a teacher a few clarifying questions kept you from getting out as soon as you’d like. You were now speeding through the halls, wanting nothing more than to go home.

“Y/N!” You spun around, stopping in the near-empty hallway when you saw Peter running towards you.

“Peter!” He caught up to you, and the two of you began walking towards the exit. “What’re you still doing here?”

“Uh, actually, I was waiting for you.”

“You were?” You couldn’t help the smile on your face at the thought of Peter waiting for you. The two of you had gotten closer since you worked on that project together, and you had definitely developed quite the crush on the boy.

“Yeah I uh, I had a question for you.” He was nervous, you could tell, so you stayed quiet and waited for him to keep talking. “So are you maybe, uh, are you free Saturday night do you think?”

The smile on your face only grew, and you laughed quietly, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “Yeah. I am.”

“Cool,” He hesitated for a moment, glancing at you every few seconds before looking around the hallway. “So, would you maybe want to, uh-”

“I would love to go on a date with you, Peter Parker.” You interrupted, stopping his anxious rambling before it could get off the ground.

“Awesome, okay, yeah, cool.” He muttered, more to himself than to you. “See you at… seven?”

“See you at seven.”

So show your cards and tell me everything

You sat on the couch in the living room of your apartment, checking your phone for any texts from Peter – to no avail. Your parents kept looking over at you with pity in their eyes as they got ready to head out on their own date.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Your mom asked as your dad opened the front door.

“No, he’s on his way, I promise.” You reassured, forcing a smile until your parents nodded and left the apartment.

Checking your notifications one last time, you sighed, throwing your phone next to you on the couch. You stood up, walking into your room to change into your pajamas. You were disappointed, to say the least, that Peter never showed up. It would definitely make class more awkward now. Plus, you’d have to find some way to get over him after this rejection.

A sudden knock on the door made you freeze. A quick glance at the clock confirmed that it was 8:56. Shaking your head, you couldn’t believe his audacity to show up now after being almost two hours late. Despite yourself, you turned back around and opened the front door.

Peter stood in front of you, black eye and busted lip, but carrying a bouquet of destroyed flowers. All of your anger dissipated, worry quickly replacing it when you saw how hurt he was.

“I am so sorry,” He began, but you cut him off.

“Are you okay? Holy shit, what happened?”

“Really it’s fine I just-”

“Peter, this isn’t fine, did you get mugged? Jesus-” Your hands reached up, brushing over a cut on his cheek as gently as you could.

“Y/N.” He stopped your worried ramblings, pulling something out of his jacket pocket. You didn’t glance down at first, still focused on the injuries on his face and trying to remember where you kept your first aid kit.

Finally, he carefully held it up in front of you, and you took notice of the mask in his hand.

Spiderman’s mask.

Peter was-

“Holy shit.”

“I just- I got caught up in something and- I’m so sorry.” You shook your head, looking down to the floor.

“Holy shit, Peter.” You repeated quickly, dropping your hands from his face to the mask. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” He nodded, trying to reassure you despite how much he knew you wouldn’t believe him. “So uh, about that date?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to, no, I want to.” He repeated, suddenly serious. You took a step to the side, letting him stumble into your apartment.

“We can just order takeout and hang, nothing too crazy.” You said, closing the door and walking with him to the couch.

“It’s like you read my mind.” He grinned, taking a seat next to you, his Spiderman suit peeking out of the neckline of his t-shirt. He moved one arm, stretching it before resting on your shoulders.

Your first date may not have turned out how you expected it to, but you wouldn’t have changed a thing.

When life’s not cold and lonely as you think

Peter collapsed into his seat, letting out a small sigh as he waited for you to walk into the classroom. He knew you were running late, you already texted him about how you couldn’t walk with him to class since your English teacher had a big project coming up and you needed to make sure you were doing everything right.

Finally, you shoved the door open, giving the teacher a quick smile before rushing to the back to sit next to him. You caught his eye, winking before looking to the front of the room. He continued to stare at you, biting his lip to keep from smiling too much.

When he started highschool, he couldn’t name a single person he was really friends with there and was fine with sticking it out until he could get out and make a name for himself. Even when he became Spiderman, he was fine with keeping to himself until he graduated.

Until he met you.

That fateful day you two were partnered together for a project, it all changed for him.

When he would glance towards you in class, he couldn’t help but smile at how you would catch him staring and make a face.

He was just so grateful for you and everything you’d done for him. Ever since you found out he was Spiderman, he felt like there was a new light in his eyes. He didn’t feel so lonely anymore, and like he had to bear the world’s biggest secret on his shoulders. You knew, and that was enough. On the dark, cold nights when all he needed was to see you, you were there for him.

“Hey,” a slight kick to his foot brought him out of his thoughts, looking to the side to find you staring back at him.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” You asked, whispering just quiet enough so he could hear.

“Nothing, nothing.” He smiled, shaking his head lightly before turning his focus back to the whiteboard ahead of him.

Cause I’ll be there to pick you up when you can’t seem to walk

And I wouldn’t do it for nobody else

You stood outside a stranger’s house and watched your designated driver get into her car with the boy she’d been eyeing up the whole night, driving off down the street. With a sigh, you dropped down onto the curb, too much alcohol in your system to think too rationally, and you dialed the first number that came up in your phone.

Peter Parker.

He picked up after barely two rings, sounding too awake for it being almost three in the morning.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Pete?” You tried to will your voice to sound as sober as possible.

“Yeah, you alright? What’re you doing up?” He started to sound a little worried, and it made you crack a small smile. Being the superhero he was, he knew more than anyone about the crime rate in New York. Of course he would worry about you.

“Uh, sitting outside someone’s house? My ride just left and,” You paused, looking around you at the quiet suburban street. “I kinda need a ride home?”

“On my way. I’ll be there in five, just send me the address.” You did as he said, silently watching other party-goers stumbling out and into their cars before driving off with their designated drivers that didn’t abandon them for some boy.

A little over five minutes passed before you saw a figure swinging through the night towards you. You straightened up, a smile pulling at your lips as your boyfriend landed in front of you. He had scoped out the area to see if any drunk teens would notice Spiderman outside this party in the middle of the night, but no one seemed to pay it any mind.

“Your chariot awaits, my dear.” He said, bowing dramatically in front of you, grinning when he heard your loud, definitely not sober, laughter. You stood, wrapping your arms around him and allowing him to pick you up and swing you home.

You would never get used to swinging around New York with Peter, but it was so much worse when you were trying not to throw up the drinks you just had. It was quicker than driving, but by the time he got you to your apartment, you were racing to the bathroom to empty your stomach.

Despite everything, despite you throwing up in the middle of the night in your apartment, despite how drunk you were – and probably looked disgusting – Peter was standing there, rubbing your back and making sure you were okay. It wasn’t how he expected his night to go, but he was fine as long as he was with you, and you were home safe.

And she calls like nobody else

When I fall like nobody else for her

“Peter!” He spun around, face lighting up when he saw you running towards him, dodging tired students in the hallway until you reached his side.

“Hey,” He looked down, smile widening when he noticed your outfit. “Nice hoodie.”

You rolled your eyes, looping your arms in his with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, stole it from some cute guy.” He couldn’t help but laugh, nudging your side with his elbow lightly.

“Mhm, I see.” He felt like his face would split open at how much he was smiling, leaning into you while the two of you walked through the halls to the class you shared together.

Walking in, Peter took his usual spot next to your seat, a new brightness to him that wasn’t there before he met you. He stared forward as the teacher began to write on the board, mind wandering to thoughts of you. It was a lesson he could manage without the teacher’s lecturing him to death, so he wasn’t too worried about not paying attention.

The class went by slowly, with Peter constantly glancing between the clock and you sitting in the chair beside him. He certainly never expected to fall as hard as he did for the girl who was paired up with him once in class, but he just couldn’t get you off his mind.

He was so hopelessly in love with you.

I know it will hurt again

But she looks like nobody else

Dust and debris were all around you, and you could barely hear anything besides the ringing in your ears. You could barely stand, stumbling as you desperately squinted through the dust in an attempt to find Peter.

“Y/N?” His voice broke through the ringing in your ears, relief flooding your body.

“P-eter?” Your voice was weak, and you were sure Peter wouldn’t have heard you if he didn’t have super hearing.

Suddenly he was running towards you, stopping quickly just in front of you and cupping your face gently in his hands.

“Hey, hey, you okay?” His mask was off, thrown somewhere on the ground near you, no one besides you around to see his face. There were tears in his eyes, and you’d never seen him so scared. You could feel his hands shaking as he held you, knowing how terrified he was of losing you – he’d mentioned it to you before on quiet nights after he was done saving New York.

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” You whispered, repeating it more to yourself than to him.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve never gotten you wrapped up in this. I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry.” You shook your head, reaching one hand up to rest it on top of his.

“It’s okay, Peter. I’m okay.”

“I can’t lose you, I just can’t. I love you so much.” His voice was shaking, and the hand that you weren’t holding reached up to dust some dirt off your face. Tears fell down his face, and he looked down, sniffling.

“I love you too, it’s gonna be okay. I’m okay.” You reassured, smiling weakly.

He moved forward, wrapping his arms around you, making sure not to press too tight on either of your wounds. You hugged him back, finding comfort in him with your face buried in his neck.

The remnants of the fight still stood around you, but the only thing that mattered to you was that Peter was okay. You were both okay, and while there might be nights like this again, it was over for now.

The light in her eyes, you know it melts me inside

Your brows were furrowed as you stared down at your textbook, barely processing the words on the page. You shifted your position on your boyfriend’s bed, putting your head in your hands. It didn’t help that you could feel Peter staring at you from across the room.

Glancing up, you saw him sitting at his desk, fully facing towards you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be studying?” You asked, laughing as he got up and took a seat next to you.

“You haven’t even been reading, you’ve been on the same page for like ten minutes.” He said, moving the textbook aside so he could put his head in front of yours.

He looked up into your eyes, and you leaned closer to him, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Need something, Parker?”

“Not at all. I just like looking into your eyes.”

You couldn’t help your face flush, embarrassed by the attention you weren’t used to. Even after dating Peter, you still got nervous every time he flirted with you. A light shove from you made him laugh, tackling you backward on the bed and peppering your face with kisses. You yelped in surprise but quickly gave in to your fate – not like you could fight back against your boyfriend’s super strength anyways.

Well she’s soft in her voice, her laugh gets me high

“Peter what are you doing here?” You hissed, trying to keep your voice quiet enough to not wake your parents.

“Wanted to see you.” He muttered, stumbling from the window into your bedroom.

“It’s two in the morning!” You replied, stifling your laughter behind your hand when he slipped and nearly fell to the ground, catching himself quickly with a dramatic recovery.

His eyes landed on you once he regained his composure, choosing to wrap his arms around you and buried his face into your neck.

“Peter,” You sighed, immediately giving in to Peter’s embrace.

He moved back only for a second, pulling you into your bed and holding you close.

“How was patrol?” You whispered, hoping your voice was soft enough that your entire family wouldn’t wake up to a boy in your room.

“It was fine,” He replied, fiddling with your hands and playing with your fingers. “Not much out tonight, and I was mostly just thinking about you.”

You looked up at him, ready to reply with something witty and funny when you feel like your breath is knocked out of your lungs. The way his eyes looked in the low light of your room made you freeze up. The moonlight from your window reflected off of them, making them shine in a way that captivated you like nothing ever could. He really was beautiful. You realized you were staring too long when Peter spoke up again. “What’re you staring at?”

“Your eyes.” You answered, tilting your head slightly. “They’re very pretty.”

“Oh,” He glanced around, turning away from you in embarrassment, a blush crawling up his face that was hard to see in the darkness. “Thank you, I think your eyes are very- very pretty too.”

You laughed, “Thank you.”

His eyes closed when you laughed, a mixture of sleep and bliss taking over him.

“You have such a wonderful laugh.” He whispered, touching his forehead to yours. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, Peter. I love you so much.”

So I’ll walk you back, you know you tend to distract

These moments too few it makes me wish they would last

You slipped your hand into Peter’s, swinging it lightly as you walked down the street to his house. The end of fall breeze made you shiver, leaning closer to Peter in your feeble attempt at huddling for warmth. He looked down at you as you talk, always enjoying when you rambled on about stuff.

“...and when I told him about it, he didn’t seem to care at all! I mean, seriously, sometimes people are really just- Peter, are you even listening?”

He snapped out of his daze, blinking a couple times before he nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, I was. You’re just so distracting.” You rolled your eyes, shoving him. In response, he just pulled you closer, letting go of your hand only to wrap his arm around you.

“You’re so cheesy.” You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder.

The two of you continued down the street until you arrived at Peter’s house. He stepped up to the door, pushing it open and calling out to his aunt.

“Hey May, I’m home!”

“Hi, Peter,” May’s voice came from the kitchen. “I take it Y/N is with you?”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from your throat, yelling after her. “Hi, May!”

“Hi, honey!” She responded, and you would’ve kept the conversation going if Peter hadn’t already started pulling you up the steps to his room.

The second his bedroom door was closed he relaxed, pulling you close and sighing as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey,” He whispered, hands moving from your waist up your face.

“Hey, Pete.” You responded, pulling his face closer until your lips collided. He reciprocated instantly, kissing you back as you stood in the middle of his room.

When you pulled away he dipped down, burying his head into your neck and breathing deeply. “I just wish these moments could last forever.”

“Me too-”

May’s voice from downstairs made you jump away from Peter instinctively, hitting him lightly when he laughed at your reaction.

“Are you staying for dinner?” She called.

“Am I?” You whispered, despite her being far enough away that there was no chance she would hear you.

“If you want,” Peter replied, looking at you like you were the only person that existed.

“Yeah!” You yelled back, leaning slightly away from Peter so you weren’t yelling right in his ear.

You two waited for a moment to see if she had anything more to say before Peter burst into laughter.

“She’s great,” You said, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“Yeah, love her to death.” He moved back, collapsing onto the bed behind him with you following close behind to the empty spot next to him.

So show your cards and tell me everything

“What’s up?” There’s a kind of weight behind the question, like he already knew what you were thinking about.

“Nothing,” You sighed, leaning back in your seat with a yawn.

You’d been studying and working on assignments constantly; there wasn’t a day that went by in the last month where Peter saw you with any kind of free time. Even now, you sat at your desk trying to get a head start on the next chapter in your textbook while Peter lounged on the bed behind you. You had asked him if he had any Spidey duties he had to attend to, but he shrugged it off saying something about the police being able to handle New York for one night.

“Hey,” His hand found yours, and you glanced up. You hadn’t even noticed him standing up from the bed. He gave you a long look, inspecting the bags under your eyes and the deep tiredness behind them. “When was the last time you got any sleep?”

You shrugged, moving your hand away from his. He frowned at the motion but said nothing. “Slept a little bit last night.”

“Uh-huh.” His voice carried barely hidden disbelief. “You know that’s next week’s work, right? Like, you don’t have to do it yet.”

You’d heard it almost a hundred times this week, Peter was getting increasingly worried about your work habits. Every time, you’d brushed him off, thinking about how you’d be able to rest if you could just get your grades up.

“I’ll get some rest when I finish.” You assured him, not looking up from your work.

“No, okay, you’re getting some rest now.” The book in front of you suddenly closed, and you blinked up at your boyfriend through tired eyes. He stood, hand firmly over the cover of your textbook, staring down at you.

“Peter-”

“You’re exhausted, Y/N, you can’t hide that from me.” A hand under your chin moved you to look him in the eyes. “I always notice when something is wrong, you know that.”

His hand moved to cup your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. Now that you’ve stopped for one moment you couldn’t help but feel how tired you were.

“You have to take care of yourself, okay?” You nodded absentmindedly, closing your eyes. “Let’s get you to bed now.”

When life’s not cold and lonely as you think

If someone told you a couple years ago that you would look forward to school, let alone on your birthday, you’d have called them crazy. But today, you couldn’t hide the grin on your face, a skip in your step as you walked into the building. Past all of the teenagers around you, either heading to class or avoiding exactly that, you saw Peter Parker leaning against your locker.

As if he could sense your presence, he glanced up from his phone, a wide smile appearing on his face the second his gaze landed on you. He pushed himself off the locker, shoving his hands in his pockets as he crossed through the sea of students to get to you. When he arrived at your side, he swiftly spun around, suddenly walking in the direction you were already headed in, leaning towards you to plant a kiss on your cheek.

“Happy birthday.” His voice was quiet, but with him muttering it in your ear you could hear him clear as day.

You bit your lip to keep from smiling any more than you already were, looking away from him in embarrassment. He took your hand in his, and you squeezed it as a silent thank you.

Sometimes you were afraid that one day you would wake up, and all of this was some elaborate dream where someone finally loved you. But then Peter would hug you from behind or you would catch him staring at you in class or he’d bring you coffee on mornings that he knew you stayed up too late studying and you knew it was real. He was the best person you could’ve asked for, and he made all your days brighter. There weren’t enough words in the world to describe how much you loved him.

“What’re you thinkin’ about, pretty girl?” Peter’s voice made you look up, finding him staring at you.

“You.”

Cause I’ll be there to pick you up when you can’t seem to walk

And I wouldn’t do it for nobody else

It was late at night when your phone began to buzz, shifting your attention from your laptop to whoever was calling you at this hour.

Incoming call: the boyfriend <3

“Peter?” You picked up the second you read the name, knowing there could only be one reason he was calling so late without warning.

“Hey,” His voice was strained, and you straightened up from your spot on your bed.

“Are you okay? Where are you?” You asked, already rushing to grab your shoes and throwing a jacket on.

“Couple streets from your house, I tried to- ah, shit,” He hissed in pain, making you tense up. He was hurt. Really hurt. “Tried to make it to your place, but,” He laughed shortly, “didn’t quite make it.” As he spoke, you snuck through your apartment, closing the front door behind you as quietly as you could.

“Where exactly?”

He gave you his location, and by the time you left the building, you were nearly sprinting down the street. You ran past an alley, but a figure laid down near a dumpster that made you stop in your tracks. The second you saw him, you ran to him, dropping at his side, unsure of which wounds to put pressure on or what to do. He’s never looked his bad before. You couldn’t even tell the extent of his injuries, but the cuts on his suit gave you a pretty good idea.

“Hang on, you’re okay.” You whispered, trying to calm yourself down as you figured out what to do. “I’m gonna help you to my place okay? Then I can patch you up.”

He nodded weakly, wrapping his arm around you as you helped him stand. He winced, and you apologized under your breath, silently cursing whoever did this to him.

By the time you made it to your apartment, you walked him into your room as quietly as you could manage with him barely able to stand.

You helped him down onto your bed before turning to the closet behind you to grab the first aid kit you kept in easy reach but just out of sight. If the situation were less stressful you would’ve thought about the first night you saw him injured at your front door. Your medical supplies were lacking then, but by now you’d stocked up on what you learned you’d needed. Setting the kit down on the bed beside Peter, you helped him strip the top part of his suit off. It stuck to some of the cuts on his torso, making him hiss quietly in pain.

“I’m sorry,” You tried to soothe, pulling the fabric off of him as gently as you could. When you managed to get the top section off, pooling around his waist, you assessed the damage.

He had a giant gash in his side, and deep cuts across his chest. His face was busted up too, a deep bruise painting his cheek and blood dripping from his nose that looked a little too crooked for comfort.

“Oh, Peter.” You sighed, unable to hide the worry in your voice.

“I’ll be okay.” His voice was still strained, and you could tell he was trying so hard to stay strong in front of you.

“I know. You always are.” You turned your focus once more to the first aid kit, glancing back at him for only a moment. “This is gonna sting.”

And she calls like nobody else

When I fall like nobody else for her

Sun came through your open blinds, and you groaned, trying to shut your eyes tighter to get just five more minutes of sleep. That’s when you remembered the night before, and you shot up in bed. Your parents were definitely not home, but the smell of home-cooked breakfast wafted into your room. The first aid kit you so often used was on the ground, supplies haphazardly shoved back inside, and your sheets had some spots of blood on top of it where you patched Peter up. Guess I’ll have to wash these again, you thought as you threw the covers off of you and climbed out of the bed.

“Peter?” You called out, trudging into the kitchen. Any attempt to wipe the sleep from your eyes didn’t seem to work, but the smell of coffee and the promise of your boyfriend kept you from going back to bed.

“Hey!” He was chipper, much too awake for your liking.

“What’re you still doing here?” You asked, hugging him from behind while he continued making food.

“Overheard your parents leave the house so I figured it was safe to leave your room. Plus,” He grinned, holding up the pan in his hand. “I got hungry.”

“Mmm.” You mumbled, nuzzling closer to him with a soft sigh.

In that moment, he swore he could’ve cried at how much he loved you. The domesticity of it all pulled at his heartstrings in a way that made his throat tighten and his face hurt from smiling. Finally, he set the pan aside, spinning around in your arms to hold you. He began swaying, dancing to an imaginary song in the middle of your kitchen.

You giggled when you realized what he was doing, looking up at him and following his movements. Swaying side to side, grabbing his hand in yours, dancing to music that wasn’t there. It was the perfect start to any morning, and you decided then and there that you wanted to do this for the rest of your life with Peter. Your Peter.

I know it will hurt again

Frantic knocking at your window woke you up with a start. You looked around your room for a moment in confusion before your sleep-filled brain realized where it was coming from.

Stumbling out of bed, you opened the window for Peter to enter and quickly gave him a once-over for injuries, noticing that not only did he not have any, he was clad in only sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a jacket he must’ve thrown on before leaving the house. You didn’t have time to ask any questions before he practically tackled you into his arms.

“Pete?” You were still tired, unsure as to why your boyfriend was here out of nowhere.

“Sorry, I just,” He pulled away, taking a long look at you, eyes darting all over you as if he was the one that needed to check for injuries. “Nightmare.”

When the explanation came, you understood perfectly. You remembered the day all too well when one of Spiderman’s many enemies discovered his weakness towards losing you. It still haunted you, and you didn’t even think about how much that would affect Peter.

“I’m right here.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you.

“Can I stay the night?”

As if he ever had to ask at this point. You were sure your parents were aware of Peter sneaking through the window at night, even though they never said anything. They had always trusted you enough to not make any stupid decisions, so they silently let you keep letting Peter come and go as he pleased.

“Of course you can.” Came your reply, already pulling him towards your bed. He threw his jacket off, using his web-shooter to close the window before he took those off as well.

Once under the covers, Peter pulled you impossibly close, as if holding you to him would keep the nightmares away. You both knew that wouldn’t always be the case, but it comforted him a lot more than falling asleep alone in his own bedroom with no idea if you were okay or not.

“Goodnight, Pete.” You mumbled, burying your face in his chest, sleep overtaking you quickly.

“Night,” He replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, waiting until he heard your breathing even out until he allowed himself to fall asleep.

But she looks like nobody else

You stood in front of the mirror, cringing when you saw your reflection. You’d just woken up, and you definitely did not look your best. However, you were too tired to deal with that, choosing to splash some water on your face instead and brush your teeth before Peter woke up. He got there super late, long after you’d gone to sleep, and you only knew he came by when you woke up to an arm around your waist that you had to struggle to get out of without waking him.

It didn’t seem to work though, as you already heard faint footsteps approaching the bathroom you were in.

You finished up, trying to move some of your hair around to see if it would cooperate – to no avail – when Peter walked in.

“Morning, sunshine.” He smiled, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before following the same routine you did. It may have been your apartment, but after they noticed how often Peter came by and spent the night, your parents got him his own toothbrush.

“Morning,” You yawned, walking past him to scour the kitchen for breakfast.

You didn’t get very far in your search before Peter emerged from the bathroom, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards him.

“You’re so pretty, you know.” He pressed his forehead to yours, and in that moment you swore you and Peter were the only two people in the entire world.

“Says you,” You retort, making no move to get away from his embrace.

“I mean it,” He continued, looking deep into your eyes with that lovesick gaze that gave you butterflies. “You’re so beautiful. You’re like, an angel and a goddess all rolled into one. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. I love you so much. So, so much.”

“I love you too, Peter. So much.”

You had never loved anyone the way you loved Peter.

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Myth or Movie

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Unbeknownst to the two of them, Y/N and Spencer's children have worked up a plan to get them to meet... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, someone is misgendered (nothing too bad, it’s very brief, and it’s sincerely apologized for by the person who misgenders) Word Count: 4.2k

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NOTE: This is my 2nd entry for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) Enemies To Lover’s Writing Challenge! This one was one of the prompts she provided: You and (Character)'s kids don't get along, so you have to have a talk. Turns out you... really really get along... and I couldn’t wait to tackle it! I believe my exact words were: “I’m gonna Parent Trap these bitches”... So do with that what you will lol

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"I'm so sorry I'm late!"

Two heads turn to stare at me as I burst through the doors. I'm out of breath from running through the building, something the staff really didn't seem to appreciate, though their shouts and annoyed glances were the last thing on my mind.

As I try to catch my breath, the two heads stand, and suddenly I feel a lot smaller.

One of them I recognize— Principal Anteros. I'd met with her before over some of Sky's academic achievements, all positive things, which is why today's circumstances make being in this office rather uncomfortable.

It's also why I seem to shrink with embarrassment at my tardiness— and appearance. Waitressing has its benefits, but today's whirlwind of phone calls and a mention at meeting another parent are not any of them.

Speaking of, the other person in the room is one I've never seen before. He's taller than both Anteros and I, extremely well dressed, and probably the most intimidatingly beautiful human being I'd ever met. I can barely meet his eyes, and so I try not to think about what he's doing here—to think about having to talk to him.

I shrink even further.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Principal Anteros greets. Thankfully she doesn't sound too upset given the circumstances. "Please, have a seat."

I do, brushing off my uniform as if that will somehow help my appearance. The soft leather of the chairs, however comfortable they might be, fail to bring me any comfort at all.

"As I'm sure you've guessed already, this is Doctor Reid, Vivian's father."

Great, he's a fucking doctor? This already bodes well for me...

Regardless of my reservations, I turn to him and give a faint smile. He waves in turn, and for the time being I'm extremely glad he doesn't insist on shaking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you," he says, surely nothing but a formality.

"You, too," I say quickly, then turn back to Principal Anteros. "Your phone call sounded urgent... Is everything alright?"

As soon as I say it, I feel kind of dumb. Because of course everything isn't alright. My child's principal called a meeting with another parent, and that can never mean anything good, not to mention the fucking intimidation and awkwardness in the room right now. I almost apologize, trying to explain that that wasn't exactly what I meant to get across, but then I would have just been talking for way too long, embarrassing myself further.

Once again, I'm thankful for Anteros's ability to move the conversation along. "I'm not sure, but it doesn't seem so. I only bring this to attention because Sky and Vivian are both stellar students. They've never had any disciplinary issues or difficulties with other students..."

"No one's hurt, right?" Mr. Reid asks. I know he's just concerned for his child, but for some reason it feels like an attack on me, like he assumes my kid had something to do with it.

"No, no one's hurt. Thankfully there weren't any physical altercations. But it seems your girls are quite... loud."

The doctor looks like he wants to say something, but I'm quick to jump in before he can. "Sorry... Sky is non-binary. They use they/them pronouns."

I half expect one or either of them to make a big deal or just roll their eyes at me, as most people seem to do when I correct them on the matter, but Anteros gives a sincere apology and Reid probably couldn't have cared any less.

I still can't tell if I like him or not...

But that doesn't matter right now.

"What do you mean by loud?" I continue.

Anteros sighs. "Well, while there hasn't been any physical violence, your kids seem to have very heated arguments, usually during lunch or in the hallway in passing... We thought maybe we could resolve it here since, like I said, they're both excellent students, but then it started escalating to classroom arguments... It's a lot of screaming..."

I have never known Sky to raise their voice at anyone, not even in a situation where I probably would have. Lord knows I'm thankful they don't have my impatience and tendency to get pissed off easily...

So what happened that was so bad, it made them snap?

"You... You're sure you mean Vivian is acting out like this?" Reid asks slowly, and I can't stop myself from laughing out loud.

"Come on, she's a professional. This has been going on for weeks, in her school, I'm sure she would know if it was your kid having a screaming match with someone else..."

This time Doctor Reid actually looks over at me, an eyebrow raised, and though I very much believe what I've just told him, the way he's looking at me right now drops my heart straight down to my stomach, like he's the principal and I'm the student acting out—No, it's worse than that... I feel like he's a disappointed parent, but not with Vivian, with me.

I avoid his intimidating stare and look down at the ground. "Sorry... I'm just... This isn't like Sky, either, I don't know what to do..."

"Well, usually when we have these sort of disputes, we like to have the students talk it out amongst themselves with a moderator present. But we've tried that, and it seems that they still haven't made any progress. Now, I know your children are good at heart, and it seems like you both are excellent parents— You know your children better than anyone here ever could. So, I'm proposing the two of you take a meeting some time and try to figure out how to settle this."

Seriously? If it hasn't been made clear already, this man is a doctor of some kind, planets away from my league in any capacity, and I can just picture the two of us in a screaming match close to what I imagine our children's looked like...

Maybe we can just e-mail.

"Okay," he agrees evenly, and I'm surprised he seems this calm considering I've just practically yelled at him... "I have free time this afternoon if you want to talk it over."

"I have to get back to work, but I get done at five," I sigh, wanting to get this over with. "Are you free then?"

"Mhm."

"Good," Anteros chirps, standing and leaving Doctor Reid and I to follow suit. "Perhaps over the weekend we can get this settled."

I sure as hell hope so.

———

"Ms. Y/L/N, wait!"

I have no idea what he could possibly want from me now that we've set a time and place to talk tonight, but I'm just praying desperately that he doesn't want to take this time alone in the parking lot to get back at me for accosting him in Anteros's office...

Thankfully, his face when he approaches seems rather kind.

"You can call me Y/N..."

"Right," he says, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and nodding. "I'm Spencer."

"Spencer... So, um... Did you need something?"

"O—Oh, I just... I know you have to get back to work so I'll make this short, but I wanted to see if you wanted to do, uh... dinner tonight?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I just figured since we probably didn't expect for our weekend to go this way... We should make it worth it?"

"Are you really trying to turn this into a date?"

"W— No, not really, I just... You know, I thought it might be nice to... make this less like a chore, you know? A—And don't feel like you have to say yes, it was just a thought, I'm sorry if I made this weirder..."

The fact that I still can't figure this man out bothers me, but right now he's blushing, and he looks like he's trying to save himself from embarrassment, and it's so fucking adorable that I don't really care that I was just annoyed.

So I tell him, "Sure. Why not?"

"Really?"

"Yeah... Besides, Lord knows I haven't gone out for dinner in a long time."

The doctor is relieved, a smile creeping up on his lips that suddenly tugs at my insides and makes me wish for a second that it really is a date he's offering... "Okay, good. Do you want to meet at Waterstone, seven o'clock?"

The excitement starts to drain from me as he says it, followed by an incoming wave of embarrassment. "Oh, man, that... That place is kind of expensive, I don't—"

"Oh, it's okay, I'll pay for everything. I'll even wait outside for you so we can go in together if you'd like..."

Why he's being so nice to me I have no idea, but it's making my annoyance melt and my heart start to beat faster, and I really don't know how to feel about that. In fact I'm pretty sure it's weird as fuck given the circumstances.

But all I have to do is make it through this weekend, hopefully all will be back to normal, and I won't ever have to think about it ever again.

"Alright... It's a date."

———

Out of all the scenarios I'd pictured for the end of the night, this definitely had not been one of them.

I finished my shift at the diner, imagining on my drive home the look on his face when I inevitably showed up with something on my face or stained on my dress; Instead I showed up to Waterstone and was greeted with wandering eyes and showered with bashful compliments.

I expected to get into some type of argument about how each of our kids were better than the other or something, but we ended up talking through their traits with compassion, interest, and pride, all while agreeing that we just have to sit with them this weekend and explain that there are easier, better ways to sort out disagreements than screaming at each other in public.

I expected not to have much fun at all, but by the time we gathered the check and headed out the door, Spencer and I were laughing, just a little tipsy on Cabernet, our hands gently brushing and sparks shooting up my arm at the feeling.

I expected to go our separate ways and walk to my car and drive home, but instead he ended up telling me he was taking the Subway home, and I offered to give him a ride to the opposite side of town where I lived (Waterstone was right in the middle).

I expected to walk through the door, stumble straight up to bed, and sleep until Sky inevitably woke me up with them saying I've slept in too late and needed to get ready for work, but instead I ended up following Spencer up to his door to say goodnight.

And now we're at a fork in the road, and I can take one of two paths.

I can say goodnight, watch him walk in, and then go home and forget about this whole thing.

Or I can keep letting him stare at me until I find myself leaning in to kiss him. Whether or not he'll actually reciprocate is another story, but the little bit of wine tingling in the surface of my body and the dark, intense look in his eye gives me more courage than I've had since I met him.

Before I can make a move, Spencer talks, his voice small and inviting. "Do you want to come inside?" The beating of my heart quickens immensely as he takes another step forward and brings his fingers out to graze my chin. "Vivian's with her mom tonight."

Yes. Vivian's mom, who divorced Spencer pretty soon in the marriage after she just decided his job was too much to handle. He'd quit and took a teaching job, but even still, she declined his pleading to stay married and eventually admitted that she just wasn't in love with him anymore. At least she had the decency to let him have joint custody once his schedule cleared up, and it seemed like they were decent co-parents. Maybe even friends.

I think about Sky, how much they wish their dad had stayed, and how much I wish he had too. I was devastated when he left without anything more than a note. For years it took a huge toll on us, and I barely had the headspace to even think about dating anyone since then.

But here I am now, standing with this man who has also lost a spouse, who's somewhat of a single parent, and who seems kind and genuine enough that I don't think I'd have to worry about bringing him into the life of my child.

Though, I don't even know it'll go that far. I'm getting too far ahead of myself, and so to slow down I look at what's right in front of me. Right now.

Spencer looks at me like he wants to devour me. My whole body is tingling from head to toe. I want to kiss him, and I'm pretty damn sure he wants to kiss me back. He just invited me inside, which means that if I accept, we'll most likely end up sleeping with each other.

Again... Definitely not one of the scenarios I'd had in mind when I left the school today. But it's a damn good one, and he's so hot I want to cry.

My flirty switch turns on so fast, it nearly gives me whiplash. "And what are you gonna do if I say yes?"

"Depends... How badly do you want to walk tomorrow?"

My first instinct is to jokingly tell him to put me in a wheelchair, but I settle for kissing him instead, hoping that gives the same sentiment.

The way he melts into my body tells me I've succeeded. My arms fly up to his neck and pull him closer, and he holds me tightly to him, waiting for my lips to part so he can expertly slip his tongue past them.

I whine out and take a step towards the door. Spencer comes with me and fumbles with the keys in his pocket before reluctantly pulling away to get us inside.

Once we take our jackets and shoes off, he clings to me like static, drawn to me like a magnet, and I let him near without a second thought. Our lips find each other perfectly, like they've always meant to fit together. And as pieces of clothing come off on our way through the house and up to his bedroom, our limbs fit together just as well. Nothing is out of place.

Hell, I don't even remember how inferior to him I felt earlier in the day. Our jobs and lifestyles might seem like polar opposites, but for right now, the two of us are on very equal footing, coming together like it's always been meant to be.

I nearly fall apart when his fingers gather wetness from my cunt, just enough to tease me before pulling away and bringing them to his lips. I watch with a whine waiting on the back of my tongue as he slips his fingers past his mouth and sighs.

"More," is all he manages, and I want so badly to tease him—tell him how I know he can be more eloquent than that—but words are all lost on me too, when he drops to his knees and spreads me apart with ease. I have no choice but to reach behind and grip the foot-end of the bed as he works his tongue expertly against me.

Each of my sighs and whines are met with more avidity from him, taking the form of sharp flicks of the tongue over my clit, and once he adds his fingers to the mix, pumping them expertly inside me, I'm a fucking goner.

I come with a silent shout, clenching my thighs around his face and gripping the foot of the bed so tightly it feels like my hands might go numb.

Once my body loosens, Spencer gets up and kisses me, nearly knocking me over. I'm breathless and dizzy as the tang of my arousal coats my tastebuds. His hands are gentle despite the hunger in his lips, and the medley of sensations of all of these things has me weak in the knees.

"Getting harder to stand already, sweetheart?" he laughs, catching me as I fall into him. His hands clutch at my thighs and he carries me to the edge of the bed, crawling over top of me and kissing down my neck. "That's okay... I'll take good care of you."

I still can't manage to speak as he gently pushes in, the slow burn of him splitting me in two rendering me utterly incapable of even thought. I gladly welcome the pressure, especially once he's inside me all the way and lowering his body to mine. Our chests press firmly together as he pulls back and starts a steady pace with his hips. He traps me with his arms, bringing them to either side of my face. And when his fingers brush the hair from my eyes, he stares into them with intensity as he fucks me.

It's slow and hard. It's heart-pounding. It's earth-shattering. It's everything that makes sex worth having. In that moment we're two equals, so wrapped up in the mere feeling of each other that everything else is just background noise. He breathes me in and I do the same, and with each cant forward of his hips, he brings me deeper into this world we've both ultimately created together.

I want more than anything to wrap my legs around him and keep him close to me, but he's fucking me so good that I don't have the willpower. Instead, they lay spread out, lazy and open as his hips move between them. I'm warm all over, tingling everywhere our skin connects. When he kisses me, swallowing my pathetic attempts at whimpering his name, I'm positive that this is what Heaven must feel like.

Whether it's hours or only minutes later, eventually my body tenses, unable to hold back any further, and two particularly deep thrusts from Spencer send me barreling over the edge.

"There it is, sweetheart..." he praises, caressing my face with long, gentle fingers and leaving little kisses wherever they trail. His voice only seems to help me along, each warm syllable soothing the muscles that pulled taut at his mercy. "That's a good girl..."

I feel tired, calmed, and relaxed, when he pulls out only to jerk off over my lower stomach. Through tired eyes, I watch as he lets go and covers me with his release. Hearing him grunt out my name as he does it nearly wakes me up again, and it even finally brings some words out of me.

"God, you're so fucking hot..."

Well... Not exactly elegant, but the feeling gets across.

Spencer laughs and rolls over so that he isn't nearly crushing me anymore. He kisses down my neck, my arm, and he ever-so-slightly swipes the tip of his tongue over the mess he made before kissing my thigh and getting up to leave— presumably to get me something to clean up with.

Sure enough, he returns shortly with a wet washcloth and tenderly cleans me up. I manage to sit, leaning back on my elbows once he's done and smile at him. He's practically kneeling in front of me again, smiling back as his lips press featherlight kisses to the inside of my leg.

"How're you feeling?" he drawls, letting me pull him up to lay down with me.

"Really good. I haven't done that in so long..."

"Me either... I um... I hadn't really thought much about seeing other people once Lena and I got divorced... I guess I just wanted to put all my focus into being the best father I could, you know?"

"Mhm," I answer, turning to face him and interlocking our fingers. "I know exactly what you mean."

We lay like that for a few moments in comfortable silence, hands and limbs tangled while we breathe the same air and revel in the afterglow we've just created.

Suddenly Spencer laughs, and I squeeze his hand. "What is it?"

"I was just thinking... We probably wouldn't have met if not for Anteros calling us in, right?"

"Yeah..." I piece it together. "Guess I never thought of it that way."

"I just think it's funny, because in Greek mythology, Anteros was an Erote, known as an avenger of unrequited love, and he punished those who scoffed at romantic advances made by others... You and I never even thought about dating after our separations, and yet... Here we are now, because of Anteros."

Hearing him educate me on Greek mythology only serves to remind me how different we are. Still, the little story brings a comforting smile to my lips. "Well... Remind me to send her a basket of muffins or something to thank her."

"And tell her what? That you're grateful she got you laid?"

"Yeah. And what about it?"

The two of us dissolve into laughter that eventually fizzles and leaves us silent again. Our fingers are still tangled, and somehow we've snuggled in even closer.

"In any case, I'm glad I got to meet you, Doctor Reid."

"And I, you, Ms. Y/L/N..."

———

In the past two weeks since that first meeting, I hadn't received any more phone calls from Principal Anteros, which bode as a good sign.

Spencer and I decided to see each other as secretly as we could, which meant only giving vague details to our kids as to what we were doing in our spare time— It seemed weird to spring it on them if they didn't get along, so we figured it was best to wait until the situation was handled.

I tried to talk to Sky about their progress with Vivian, but they only insisted that everything was fine and they wouldn't have to worry anymore. And after relaying this information to Spencer, he informed me that Viv had said the same thing to him.

It wasn't until we both realized that they'd said the same things verbatim each time we asked, that something odd was going on.

And that's how we end up right here, Sky and I sitting on a park bench bathed in the golden October sun while I patiently wait for Spencer to 'coincidentally' show up with Vivian.

Thankfully I don't have to wait too long, because almost five minutes after we sit, I hear the familiar sound of my name falling from his lips, and it's hard to contain the cocky, playful smile that appears upon my own.

"Spencer, hey!" I call back, standing up and going to give him a hug. He pulls me in and he's nice and warm. He smells like burnt wood for some reason, and I want to breathe him in forever. Instead, I settle for a sweet kiss on the lips, both because I simply want to and also because it should baffle the fuck out of our kids.

Sure enough we pull away and look to them, and they look panicked. They have no idea what to do, what to say...

"Oh! Sorry... Viv, this is Y/N, Sky's mom."

The pure amusement in Spencer's voice makes me feel even warmer than being in his embrace. I look to his daughter and give her a wave. "Hi."

"H—Hi..."

It almost seems cruel to laugh at their predicament, but as I turn to Sky and introduce them to Spencer, they have clear annoyance written all over their face.

"Okay, Mom, I think we get it... How did you guys figure it out?"

"What, that you two pretended to hate each other so your principal would have to call us both in to meet?"

The pre-teens look at each other and sigh, truly defeated once and for all. "Yeah," they mutter simultaneously.

"Well, it surely didn't make any sense when you got in trouble for yelling at each other in the first place," Spencer points out. "And then when we asked you how things were working out, you both said the same exact thing..."

"It wasn't that hard to figure out, but we appreciate the effort," I add, reaching out to ruffle Sky's hair. They jerk away playfully, and I can't help but notice their smile as they peek over at Vivian.

"Our plan worked, though, so I call it a win," Vivian says with a shrug.

"As long as you two don't plan on causing any more disruptions at school..." Spencer looks between the both of them, and then at me, his eyes softening as he takes my hand and squeezes it. "Then yes. I'd call it a win, too."

I lean into him and laugh. "Turns out it wasn't Greek mythology that brought us together. It was The Parent Trap."

He raises an eyebrow, like he doesn't get what I mean, and before I can ask or explain, Vivian does it for me. "He's never seen it."

Spencer looks between the three of us like a lost and confused puppy, and we all laugh.

"Well, then, maybe we'll have to have a movie night sometime soon," I offer, reaching out for Sky.

Hand in hand, the four of us continue down the pathway, walking away from the setting sun while dried leaves rustle under our feet.

———

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magniloquent-raven · 3 years

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that soulmate au where everything you draw on yourself shows up on your soulmate, right. saw a post asking "what if make-up counts" and.

steve always thought his soulmate was a girl.

because when he was nine his nails stained themselves a messy purple in the middle of breakfast. it was exciting, the first time something like this had happened to him. he dropped his spoon into his oatmeal and banged on the tabletop til his nanny agreed to call his mother.

his mother was distracted over the phone, but she sounded happy enough. he went to school with an ear-to-ear grin on his face, staring down at his nails the whole drive there.

by second period the nail polish was gone, but the bubbling feeling in his chest wasn't.

a few months later, late one saturday evening, steve was in tommy's room debating whether the mark they saw on carol's arm really was the dog tommy had drawn on himself in math class, when suddenly tommy stops, stares. and laughs.

and steve is confused until he glances around and catches sight of himself in a mirror. there's a pink smear across his mouth, glossy and shining when he moves his head, but clearly applied with a shaky hand.

steve shoves tommy off his chair, suddenly feeling defensive. it's not funny. make up takes practice. steve's sure he'd be bad at it if he tried.

but thankfully it doesn't stay long. an hour, at most.

it happens again the following saturday. and every saturday for five months. gold eyeshadow and shimmering powder on his cheeks, glittery lip glosses, bright colours all applied inexpertly, and never for more than an hour or two.

then. it stops. one saturday, nothing happens. he stays up all night, unable to stop flicking the lights back on to glance at himself in the mirror just in case, but every time the twisting feeling of disappointment is just worsened.

that morning, exhausted and upset, he grabs a marker, scribbling the first thing that comes to mind across his arm.

i bet you looked pretty

there's no response. he's not sure if this kind of thing is allowed. talking to your soulmate like that. or if it's, like. cheating the system or something. he gets nervous after a few hours. maybe it's the lack of sleep messing with his head, but he scrubs it off in a fit of panic around lunch time.

and years go by. when they're old enough for girls to start wearing makeup regularly he hopes, wonders, glances at himself in the mirror so much, but it's always just his unmarked face staring back at him.

his soulmate doesn't draw on herself. she doesn't wear make up anymore. not even nail polish. steve starts doodling on his hands just to stop feeling so bare. empty. but he also starts carrying a packet of wet wipes in his bag so he can clean them off

and then. he's nearly eighteen, on a date with nancy and her subtle purple eyeshadow. and he's trying not to look too sourly at tommy and carol across the diner, sucking face and smudging the matching hearts drawn on their cheekbones. carol thinks it's cute, when she does her makeup sometimes she'll add hearts or stars by tracing tommy's freckles.

steve resents it. deep down, he does, and always has. he should've just been happy for them, but he's just. lonely.

but nancy gets it, he thinks. she's never gotten marks, she's not even sure she has a soulmate. sometimes steve's not sure he has one anymore either.

except.

except nancy's looking at him funny, and he asks her what the problem is, and--

"are you wearing eyeliner?"

he runs to the bathroom. and. and yes he is. it's smudged, almost artfully messy instead of just clumsy like it used to be. he pokes at his eye, running a finger under his eyelashes, tracing the inky lines.

he's overwhelmed. relieved.

frustrated.

what kind of girl only wears make-up at night? and how the hell is he gonna find her if she doesn't wear it during the day like everyone else. when people can actually see it.

shit, maybe she lives in. like. australia or something. in a different time zone.

steve goes home that night with a whole whirlwind of distracting thoughts. mixed emotions. he tries to cling to the knowledge that at least she's still out there, somewhere, but he can't help but feel even lonelier imagining how much distance might be between them.

six months later billy hargrove blows into town, loud and attention-seeking and annoyingly gorgeous. steve doesn't know what to make of him. not at first.

doesn't know what to do with the way billy's eyes follow him everywhere he goes. or the press of billy's chest against his back during practice. or pretty boy like you. or sparks in his fingertips every time he thinks about the colour blue.

until math class gets extra boring and steve starts to doodle aimlessly, swirling patterns up his wrist and something like waves crashing in the palm of his hand.

the back of his neck starts to itch, like he's being watched, and he looks up, meeting billy's horrified stare from the other side of the room. his arm is held close to his chest like he's injured it, and for one confusing moment steve wonders how the hell billy broke his arm in math class, and why he isn't going to the nurse, but then--

then he sees the corner of a curling line, peeking out from hiding. blue ink staining tanned skin.

steve drops his pen. it clatters to the floor, drawing a couple glares in the silence.

before he can do more than blink and mouth wordlessly, billy bolts. he doesn't even take his text book with him, leaves his notes scattered across his desk. the classroom door slams shut behind him.

steve wants to follow him. wants it so badly he's shaking with it, need and desire and everything in him trying to get him up and moving. but he can't. he's not stupid. he knows how it'll look, and that's the last thing either of them need.

so he waits. waits fifteen agonizing, impossibly long minutes.

and he's out of his seat the second the bell rings, gathering up billy's things before he half-runs out of the room.

it's easier to find billy than he thought it would be. he's in the parking lot, leaning against his car with a cigarette between his lips, staring down at the lines on his arm.

his hand darts into his pocket when he spots steve, and he squints up at the sky with feigned nonchalance.

a smile tugs at steve's lips.

"i brought your stuff," he says softly, quietly, like he's afraid if he's too loud he'll spook billy and scare him off. and. maybe he is.

billy glances at him out of the corner of his eye. "...shouldn't have bothered." he kicks the ground.

steve lays the books on the camaro's hood and shuffles a little closer to billy. the look he gets is wary. a warning. they're still at school. there are people around. there's a million reasons why he shouldn't reach out right now and kiss billy like he's wanted to do since this stupid infuriating asshole rolled into town like he owned the place. so.

he doesn't.

he stands close enough that their shoulders touch, pointedly not looking at him, staring sightlessly out at the parking lot instead.

"i was right, you know."

"hm?"

"about you being pretty."

billy makes a strangled noise. "that...was a long time ago."

"yeah? and?"

"it. it was dumb kid shit. i wasn't. i didn't. i don't do that anymore."

"uhh, few months ago--"

"i made a mistake," billy snaps, shoulders tense, hunching and pulling away from steve's.

steve turns, then, looks at him. sees the fear glinting in his eyes. and it hurts. a visceral pain, right through him. "billy..." his hand twitches at his side and he resists the urge to touch him. "i won't...i won't tell anyone. if you want it to be a secret it will be. i promise, okay? promise." he pauses, with relief, watches billy relax a fraction. "can...can it be our secret though?"

billy raises his eyebrows. "what."

"i wanna see. if. if that's okay. i wanna see you."

for a second steve thinks billy might hit him. shove him away and run again. but the moment stretches on and a flush starts to creep across billy's cheeks. he shifts his weight around. "i...maybe."

it feels like a win. somewhere to start.

and he feels nine years old again, giddy, smiling like a loon, and hopeful for the future.

(edit: pt2 here)

#steve harrington #harringrove #billy hargrove #stranger things #a raven's writing desk #soulmate au

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Bully! Mitsuya Fanfic (pt.2)

Chapter II: Exigence

✿ Word Count: 2.6k

✿ Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x reader

✿ Topics covered: (Eventual) Enemies to lovers trope, Mitsuya POV, tsundere-Mitsuya, bully! Mitsuya, fem. reader, manga spoilers, slight angst + smut

“You look so pretty while you’re sleeping.”

The tender voice-- so gentle, so sweet-- it began to echo within his mind. He, at first, had thought he was dreaming but that voice-- oh that beautiful voice, it tempted him so dearly. He began to chase the voice, following it through the mess of his mind, his thoughts, firmly clasping it and--

It isn’t you.

He opened his eyes, closing them instantly again as the light burned them intensely. He waited a few seconds before trying again, his eyes beginning to readjust as the light became calmer and more bearable. He was face to face with a woman-- he couldn’t seem to recognize her. Her voice, her pleasant voice… it had sounded too similar to your own, he could’ve sworn it was you, laying beside him naked with your head drooping over him as you admired him sleeping. Looking closer upon the woman in front of him, he recognized her as one of his classmates and member of his Home-Economics club. It began to come back to him slowly, how exactly he ended up here. It was just the usual after all, sleeping with women to satisfy his needs-- or rather, his suppressed desires.

He happened to only share one class with you-- of course, it was Designer-101. In this class, the professor would instruct and teach you about the most trendy styles going on, or some older styles that were coming back in fashion and how to incorporate them into your works. It was a very intricate class but you both were determined to accomplish your dreams, even if it meant passing this dread of a course. However, as hard as it might be, Mitsuya fully enjoyed every aspect of the course because it was fun to clash styles, colors, and fabrics just to accomplish the final design. He had noticed you took great pride in this class, too, and even incorporated these color schemes into your lighting and filter ideas. While he’d never admit it to your face, his heart fluttered seeing your eyes gloss over your masterpiece and grin, taking a few moments to admire your work. He rarely bothered you in this case for this exact reason, although he couldn’t help the occasional tease, just to see your squirm.

┃ “Y/N, dear, are you alright? You seem to be struggling a little bit with this embroidery pattern.”

┃ “Sorry, Professor! I’ll get the hang of it quickly, I’m sure, just a small obstacle!” You reassured him, giving him the warm smile Mitsuya mourned losing and wished he could see from the receiving end just once more.

Unbeknownst to you, Mitsuya had eavesdropped on the entire conversation table next to yours. You had attempted to choose a seat that was far away from him, but he picked up on that quite quickly and decided, just out of spite, to sit the table directly horizontal from you. Desperately yearning for a small scrap of your attention, he quickly stepped besides the Professor but composed himself before saying

┃ “Professor, if I may… since Y/N seems to be having a rough time, I can help them out. If that’s with your permission, of course, sir.” He said with that bastardly shit-eating smile that made your stomach turn inside out while wrapping his arm around your shoulder. It was the smile that captivated teachers with it’s innocence and purity-- if only they knew that it was the mischievous smile that you were accustomed to seeing after he was done with you.

Before you could offer a rebuttal, your professor smiled genuinely and nodded, thanking Mitsuya before walking off and mumbling how he was such a good kid. As soon as your Professor had made it to the other side of the enormous classroom, Mitsuya turned to you, shit-eating grin beginning to form into a devious smirk as he finally had some alone-time with you.

┃ “Hey baby~” His voice came out smoothly like butter, words falling out of his mouth as if this was the entire script planned out in his head. Little did you know, it was.

┃ “You’re only helping me figure this embroidery pattern out, that’s it, no rebuttals, nothing more. Got it?” You spat harshly, making that smirk on his face quickly turn into a scowl as you once more rejected any flirtatious opportunity he threw at you.

He scoffed, not acknowledging your question with a nod or even the common courtesy of a reply, but he moved off to the other side of the table to grab the needle that was engraved in the cloth you were attempting to sew on. Even though he moved on pretty quickly, your words had stung him deeply, as it made it clear to him any romantic opportunity he had with you had been reduced and diminished into nothing. He placed it in front of you, motioning his hand for you to continue what you were doing before folding them over his chest. You growled, assuming that this was him punishing you for not reciprocating his flirts. However, it ended up being the exact opposite, as he intently observed your stitch, attempting to pinpoint where you were going wrong. Your accuracy was fine, your hands enwrapped the needle firmly but gently as you intertwined it within the cloth and there, he had picked up on what you were doing wrong. He carefully set himself behind you, having his chest press against your back as he wrapped his arms around you to hold your hands. The surprise caught your breath and made it hitch, feeling his ice-cold hands gently coddle your warm ones, balancing out the heat. Catching on to your growing flustered state, he smirked but his voice disguised it perfectly as he explained your mistake to you while beginning to guide your fingers through the cloth.

┃ “Your accuracy, your grip, all of that is perfect, sweetheart. Your mistake is you pull the needle out too early before allowing it to catch proper depth within the cloth. That’s why the final design comes out messy.” He explains, his words sounding almost like a textbook, professional, informative, while also comforting your tensed shoulders with his velvety voice and pet names as he continued to guide your hands until you reached the end of the segment.

Subconsciously, you had begun to relax in his grip, leaning your back into his chest as you finally perfected the technique with little help from his assistance as he withdrew his hands and allowed you to continue without him, setting his hands on the table and caging you in. He took the moments of silence to indulge in the warmth of your back pressing against him, a moment that came so rarely yet drove him insane every time your skin happened to graze him. You, on the other hand-- your mind was far from relaxed. You questioned why he was being so tender with you when he was so rough with you earlier, unprovokingly shoving you to the ground and humiliating you in front of your classmates. You opened your mouth to question him, but reluctantly closed it once you realized you wouldn’t get a real answer if you questioned him. After all, after being so kind the next day he’d return to normal as if nothing happened-- as if there was no spark between you both. He awoke you from your thoughts by placing his fingers below your chin, softly lifting your face to meet his own.

┃ “Cat got your tongue? Or maybe I will, soon~” he giggled to himself, grinning down at you, this time a genuine smile that expressed pure delight.

┃ “What happened to us, Mitsuya?” You bluntly asked, causing him to tense, his smile forming into a poker face as he contemplated your question carefully.

Months-- months ago, you were standing there after school after one of their club meetings next to the campus entrance, waiting for someone as she told him. He offered to wait with you but you told him it was okay-- no, you shooed him off, giving him some excuse as to why he couldn’t wait with her. A little arrow pierced through his lovestruck heart but he nodded and walked away, however he did not leave. He remained across the street hiding in the corner, far enough for her to not notice he still remained on campus grounds but close enough to still see her patiently waiting. He insisted his duty as her club president was to watch over her and ensure her safety, of course, there was nothing special about that. Any club member would do a little spying just to ensure their kohai’s well-being. She was pushing him away, that wasn’t normal, so surely something must be wrong. That was when that little shit Takemichi came along and his mouth fell open, in shock she knew a loser like him. Hanagaki Takemichi did not attend their university, however, he was a part of Toman, which was still growing in power. Takemichi had only joined recently but he had quickly won the hearts of Mikey and Draken, therefore anyone would think Mitsuya liked him too. How far from the truth that statement was-- Mitsuya despised Takemichi. His dumbass couldn’t fight for shit-- no brains nor brawn. During the fight with Valhalla, he was tasked with saving Baji and couldn’t even do so. Thankfully, Baji had survived his stab wounds, although the doctors informed Mitsuya and the others he was very lucky to have lived. On lesser issues, Takemichi also shows no signs of respect-- going as far as to punch the recently appointed 3rd division captain, Kisaki Tetta. What the fuck were you doing with someone like him? He watched your interaction so diligently, taking every note of laughter, smiles, and nods you gave Takemichi until Mitsuya began to feel himself clutching his knuckles so tight they looked like they were about to pop right out of his fists. Was everything you had gone through for the past few months nothing more than a game? Had he misunderstood your feelings-- was there really no spark between you both? The thought of this made his stomach drop, hitting him like a truck. No no, that was clearly the case, there was no other reason why you'd giggle so much around Takemichi, smile at him so fondly, or gaze at him as your eyes began to sparkle whenever he got enthusiastic about whatever the fuck it was he was talking about.

The next thing he knew, he was yelling at you after club hours the next day, shouting about how much of a dumbass you were, and how you failed to pick up on social cues around you. Many other insults came flying out his mouth, hitting you like bricks, piling up and causing the tears to build up. Truthfully, the entire situation was an entire blur to him. All he could remember was the close proximity of your faces as he yanked your chain when you attempted to talk back, which is when he noticed the tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall if provoked any further. You were released from his grip instantly and in a calm voice, he allowed you to exit, a loud sniffle accidentally slipping out of your lips as you ran out of the room before he could see you cry. He stared at you blankly, reminiscing before releasing your chin from his gentle fingers and backing away from you as he replied:

┃ “I could ask you the same.”

You remained looking at him for a few moments, before deciding it wasn’t worth engaging with him. He watched as you carried your project back to your designated locker, locked it, and put on your backpack before asking the professor if you could leave since it was time to go. Glancing at his watch, he announced class was dismissed and you quickly rushed out before bumping into Hakkai directly outside the door to the left, who was waiting for Mitsuya. You apologized to him instantly, to which he smiled and patted your head. A conversation ensued between the two of you and as Mitusya walked out, he saw the two of you engaging and laughing. It almost identically mimicked the way you acted with Takemichi, innocently smiling and staring at him so adoringly. He envied the comfortability you both shared in your relationship, the air bubbling with chemistry. He doesn’t realize how hard he’s staring until one of his club members taps his shoulder, greeting him and complimenting his outfit.

┃ “Hey, Kashi! Love your jacket, is it new?”

Now he’s here, back at his place with one of his kohai’s as he pushes her into the wall, roughly kissing her and quickly unbuttoning her shirt as she unzips his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and soon the rest of their clothes follow. Moans and groans fill the room, although most of them are hers. He’s painfully silent throughout their session, too frustrated to really focus on her-- however, she’s too accentuated on her own pleasure to notice he’s simply using her as a stress reliever and nothing more. There’s nothing wrong with her, she’s beautiful, she’s skilled, talented, kind, but she’s simply not you. She looks nothing like you but her voice, oh god her voice, it sounded almost just like yours. Her moans made his skin heat up, imagining it was your warm silky hands embracing him, you begging him to love you more. It was enough to satisfy him for now, just enough to pretend the woman he was pleasuring so much was you. She moaned his name and he bit his lip, using all of his might to fight the instinct to moan out your name instead. His slams grew harsher and tougher, releasing all of that pent up desire and anger in single strokes. The rest of the night was a blur, as soon as he pulled off the condom he went to sleep, bored of her.

┃ “Kashi~”

He sighed, remembering his idiocy of yesterday evening and how he’d now have to gently reject this girl without letting her know he simply used her as a distraction. He spent a good minute contemplating her name before she spoke to him again.

┃ “Kashi? You alright?”

┃ “Mmh, sorry... just tired.”

┃ “Ah, it’s fine sleepyhead~ you know, yesterday was really fun, we should do it more often. How about a date tonight?.”

┃ “Awh...dear… that’s awfully sweet of you… I’m just not looking for something serious right now. I’m just into one-night stands at the moment.”

┃ “Oh… oh! Maybe we could be sex partners then?”

┃ “Ah, Sure… sure.” He privileged her with a smile of pure pity, relaxing his head back on the pillow, hoping to drift back to sleep so once he awoke she’d be long gone. The plan was if she ever reached out for sex again, he’d just come up with some excuse on how he was busy finishing a project. His mind drifted off, thinking about seeing you in class, only to remember it was a Saturday and that meant he didn’t have class with you-- in fact, Saturday’s were a relatively free day for him. He booked himself with classes every other day and decided he should have at least one day off. You know what that meant? He’d have to fucking dread it with this chick until she took the hint and left. The faster he fell asleep, the sooner this day would be over. He didn’t bother to listen to the woman as she continued speaking to him, closing his eyes as he censored her out and slowly drifted back to sleep.

tags: @haiq-trash, @blackmysticalsimp @the2ndl @bren-heron

a/n: f in the chat for anyone who thought bully! Mitsuya had healthy coping mechanisms, also you should check out @darenimo if you already haven't because she helped me proofread this chapter and gave me all of her commentary while reading it and I sobbed for a good 10 minutes straight. I love she.

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