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mothmansfriend · 6 years ago

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when i’m happy oh god i’m happy

TW: alcohol abuse, non-graphic sexual content, unhealthy coping mechanisms, self harm (in many forms), drug use, couchsurfing, mentions of delusions and paranoia, otherwise reckless behaviour

Note: this takes place in @illogicallyinclined’s hockey au and is a Prequel this is supposed to represent what Remus’s manic episodes look like everyone is different, but im using a mix of my own experiences with bipolar i and some friends who were willing to talk about theirs, then changing it to fit Remus’s existing Absolutely Feral personality, Jared and Payton are OC’s and teammates of Remus, the three of them are known for wrecking havoc at all times because none of them possess a braincell.

The art studio was empty, filled only by the assorted music of Remus’s sculpting playlist on the bluetooth speaker he brought in, and Remus himself. His hands glide through the wet clay and he basks in the slimy feeling between his fingers. Remus’s hair is held back by a small headband and he is wearing a tank top and jogging pants already covered in various mediums he has used through the day. He does not know where the energy to finish every project for this semester came from but he isn’t about to object.

If you were to look around this studio, there is a high contrast painting of a tentacle creature that is unsettling in an almost unidentifiable way, half of a self-portrait which uses resin teeth as the main element, as well as his current project of a large cup shaped like a decapitated head. In short, while Remus believes these are his best pieces, the chances of the university permitting them to be displayed are very low.

Remus gets frustrated that the music didn’t seem to be filling his inspiration in the way he hoped he changes the song revealing it to be approximately 4am, and no texts received since he sent D a picture if the teeth pile around 10pm.

—

“Can you go wake Remus up and ask if he wants any breakfast, he really shouldn’t sleep in this late, even if it is Saturday” D asks from the stove while Roman grabs his carton of milk from the fridge and doesn’t bother grabbing a cup.

D grimaces at him as he chugs back the milk, once again thankful that they have separate ones (even if that is at fault of Remus deciding to mix apple juice with milk in the carton without alerting anyone else in the household). “He actually headed out like, real early this morning, I spoke to him when I got up for a shower at like six. He said he’d be back today though?” Roman replied ignoring D’s look.

“Well, that’s even weirder. I’ll make extras so he can eat when he gets back, it's already eleven.”

“Sounds good,” Roman noticing D’s almost done slides a few plates next to him and accepts D’s soft ‘thanks’.

Suddenly they hear someone miss the keyhole three times before getting it and entering. Unsurprisingly, it’s Remus inappropriately dressed for a casual outing, surprisingly he seems to be holding several bags full of merchandise. “Helloo roommates! Look what I bought!” Remus shouts, slamming the door with his foot and bringing his bags to the couch.

“Are those... cups?” D asks turning off the stovetop to curiously check out Remus’s merch load.

“Hell yeah they are! I figured since you-” He pokes at D, “Took away all our glass cups after me and Roman went to that last party, I would take it upon myself to replace them. Look!” Remus proudly pulls the ugliest Jar Jar Binks cup out of one of the bags.

Roman visibly recoils as his brother parades the worst cup he’s ever seen around their apartment. D rolls his eyes but collects the cup and hesitantly places it into the dishwasher. “Thank you, Remus, these cups are horrid but they’re functional, which, I guess is good enough. Though, how much did these cost?”

“No idea, probably around sixty bucks total though, maybe. I went to three different thrift stores. Look at this one!” Remus holds up a vaguely terrifying cup that seems like it may have once resembled Spongebob Squarepants to Roman.

“That’s… Great, Remus, thanks” Roman says taking the offered item.

—

The three make it to practice 20 minutes early because Roman likes to prove he’s dedicated and a good captain. Coach Thomas and Joan greet them and Thomas talks to Roman briefly as Joan finishes setting things up. D and Remus do some stretches as others begin to show up, D comments on Remus being shaky and Remus hops around quickly explaining that he just woke up with a lot of energy for some reason.

Coach Thomas reminds Remus to take his time during practices speeding through everything doesn’t work if he keeps messing up before he even makes it halfway through.

—

D is going to kill Remus tomorrow morning. The repetitive sound of the bedframe slamming against their shared wall, and Remus wailing like a cat in heat at 1am is not something he wants to deal with right now. It’s a Tuesday night and D knows Remus has a class at 11am, one that D will not let him skip because he decided getting laid was more important. How does Remus even get a man to willingly enter that nightmare of a room? D rummages through his bedside table for ear plugs and regrets giving Roman the far room so easily.

—

“Jesus- Hello? Do you know what time it is?” The tired voice answers the phone after the third time of going to voicemail.

“Of course I don’t, Jared, I’m not a fucking nerd! I just thought I might extend my offer of filling the fountain in the middle of campus with bubble bath and a swim to you and Payton! D already said if I woke him up he would cut my dick off and feed it to his snake,” Remus audibly pouted at the end of his sentence.

Despite it being three am, it didn’t take a lot for Jared to wake up Payton and agree to meet him just off campus to run to the 24/7 convenience store for soap for the fountain. Remus leads the group in talking a mile a minute about something that Jared and Payton actually missed out on entirely. They try to contribute but realize Remus doesn’t notice when they have their own conversation anyways. They listen to him vaguely flit through topic after topic and get lost and confused in his own sentences, and once the soap is collected, they head to the large fountain in the middle of campus.

The fifth bottle of soap has been discarded and the fountain is sufficiently bubbly by the time the three hockey players strip to their boxers and begin their bath. There are attempted drownings, bubble beards, and the fountain change being thrown around.

At some point Remus stops talking for a second, observing the lithium bulbs through the fountain streams and bubbles floating across the courtyard. For a moment, he thinks he’s never been this happy in his life, these last few days have been the best days of his life. He lets Jared and Payton know this and like stare at him for a moment before teasing him about going soft and a few “I love you, bro” “Dude, you mean so much to me” and such were exchanged. They leave moments before campus security’s due to do their rounds in the early morning and laugh when about an hour later they receive a campus-wide notification to avoid the courtyard for repairs.

—

Remus spends most of practice being more annoying than usual. He gets a bit more of a stern talking to than he has in a while, in response says that he’ll try to do better to prepare for the game this weekend.

—

He did not succeed and got an even sterner talking to by Coach Thomas and Joan, and then by Roman separately.

—

Remus has a brief moment of clarity regarding his spending habits from the last week and a half in the middle of his current project. His solution is instead of buying the club size container of hot sauce, he makes a trip to the Taco Bell off campus. After dropping off the rest of his goods at the apartment, it was pretty late in the evening and he was dressed in nothing but neon green basketball shorts, slides, and a pretty badly stained grey tank top. Thankfully, Florida weather permitted this, though the looks he had been receiving all day disagreed. It likely did not help that if prompted, Remus wasn’t 100% on the last time that he slept, but if he had to guess it was two or three days ago, but that was probably a maximum of five hours. Surprisingly, he had never felt so good in his life. He’s also pretty sure he’s said that a lot this week.

He leaves Taco Bell with a small meal bag full of hot sauce at no cost.

—

D doesn’t ask any questions when he uses the bathroom in the early morning and is met with the sight of Remus in the bathtub. He is covered in a large variety of substances. The floor is covered in Taco Bell hot sauce wrappers, there’s a box full of water balloons of various colours and sizes. Remus waves with his available hand before he resumes filling the current water balloon with what may be a bulk container of banana lube. D pisses, not bothering to ask Remus to leave and just pulls the shower curtain over a little before washing his hands and deciding to figure it out tomorrow.

The next day, D woke up around 10am to a few texts saying some prick is throwing weird water balloons at first years off this academic building on campus. D didn’t think much about it until he was leaving his 12:30 lecture walking past splatters of mayo, egg, egg shells, hot sauce, and more, all separately. While observing the damage he found Remus asleep on some grass outside said academic building and had to call Logan for help to get him home. The two are used to this by now and D reminds himself to tell Remus to clear his ��great ideas’ with someone containing a braincell.

—

Remus spends a good majority of his day listening to one song in the living room of the shared apartment. He was there when D left for classes, he was there when Roman left a little later in the day, failing to go to his own classes at all that day. The second D returns for lunch Remus is trying to explain a hidden meaning in the song, D brushes it off and reminds Remus, that to pass his classes he has to at least go.

—

This is Remus’s third night out in an area of town he really doesn’t know. He went home yesterday for early practice before coming back out. He knows it didn’t go well.

In attempts to make himself feel better, he blew a guy who’s name he already forgot but was hot as hell, he lost count of the shots he’s done, but at least there’s no practice tomorrow. He doesn’t have to worry about when he goes home, doesn’t have to worry about Roman or D and their weird concerned looks. He’s doing great! Why are they concerned, they just don’t get it.

At 2 am everyone gets kicked out of the club. Remus walks six blocks with his new friends with the promise of couch space to crash on and additional alcohol.

It’s suddenly 4:47 am and Remus is the only one awake and all the booze is gone. He is sitting under lithium streetlights smoking a cigarette on the porch of a strangers house with the humid Florida wind enables him to sit comfortably without a jacket. There is a moment, with sirens in the distance that Remus lets his eyes go out of focus. For the first time in who knows how long, he feels present. There is cracked cement under his feet, a dog barking a few houses down, and he wonders why he’s even here. The hidden Prince twin, here, in a city he has only been to once for a tournament, in a stranger’s house, drunk off his ass, his phone dead. He takes time to wonder, is this fun to him? It has to be right? Why did he just leave without telling anyone? Spending nights on the streets, or finding someone to go home with just so he didn’t have to find somewhere else to sleep. Is this who he is now?

He doesn’t know if he can answer that. Remus shakes himself before putting out his cigarette on his arm and deciding it doesn’t matter.

He still doesn’t sleep that night, but plugs in his phone and decides he needs to go home soon.

—

This is a different club than the previous night, someone sold Remus a few pills earlier and he figured why not? He feels better than ever. He lets the man he’s making out with know that and he lets out a kind of raspy laugh that Remus thinks is the hottest thing. He lets the other man know that too before sticking his tongue down his throat.

—

Remus is in the park yelling. It is almost 6pm, he pauses for a moment, completely forgetting what he was yelling about. He realizes that he is pretty drunk. Remus would normally like to say he only drinks with an excuse, but he doesn’t remember why he’s drunk, or how he got to the park. This isn’t near campus, he doesn’t recognize this park at all. He just stops yelling and googles the next bus to take him home.

—

Upon arriving home and greeting D, Remus falls asleep in his room for almost 12 hours to make up for the missing sleep from the last four days. When he is woken up for food and offered tylenol for his hangover, he tries to tell them he doesn’t have one. They don’t believe him, but he takes the food. Remus makes a joke recalling how the other day all he had eaten was some stale croutons he found in a pantry and half a bottle of Fireball he found in the fridge nearby. The joke did not land, but he was too busy laughing about it to notice.

The three eat their Sunday lunch with small amounts of banter and D switching between who he agrees with based on who’s statement didn’t sound like it came from a six year old. As they clean up, Remus starts excitedly talking about something that’s topic changed around four times in one sentence. Roman feigns interest but got lost and doesn’t care enough; D listens and has to ask Remus to repeat things slower every few minutes.

—

Several times throughout the night, D hears Remus loudly leave his room to check the front door. In the early morning D doesn’t hear Remus return to his room, but faintly hears netflix turn on in the living room.

In the morning, Remus seems wary of the door but does not say anything.

—

One day while messing around in the kitchen Remus is struck with the need to just go. The urge is so strong that the more he stands still in the kitchen the more his body just begins to tremble with barely contained energy. He doesn’t quite know where he’s going yet, but as he grabs his wallet, double checking he has his bus pass and ID, a jacket, his phone, and his keys. Without telling anyone, he walks to the main exchange near campus where he hops on the first bus that arrives. The bus isn’t particularly busy, and it makes it easier for him as he settles into the back of the bus bopping to his music, but not having the focus to listen to a song all the way through. He hits his hands softly on the very 90’s looking patterned seats to the beat of the song, watching out the windows with both legs bouncing. He rides this bus to the end of the line and catches the next bus to arrive at that bus exchange that takes him into a new smaller city. The sun is beginning to set and he finds a pub to grab some food and a few drinks at.

An hour and a half and four drinks later Remus is fighting some asshole in the pub and they both get kicked out. He wanders these smaller streets buzzed and poking at forming bruises while he smokes a cigarette. He walks by a convenience store and two homeless men outside ask him for a cigarette, he shares and spends a solid amount of time socializing with them and gets some booze for his troubles. They eventually part ways when one of them come out from the bathroom with a pack of stolen cookies. The store attendant chases them away and Remus finds himself wandering down empty streets again. Eventually, Remus decides to sleep for a few hours curled up in a stairwell, he doesn’t quite sleep, but does relax. Again, in the sounds of small city life, yellowed flickering light bulbs, and humid wind, Remus wonders why he’s out here.

—

The flashing neon lights and bass heavy music resonate through Remus’s bones like electricity giving him a never ending feedback loop of energy. Just before the club closes Remus sweet-talks a kind of nerdy looking guy into taking him home, while he’s mostly just hoping to not sleep outside tonight, getting laid wont hurt either.

—

Sneaking out of someone’s house before they wake up isn’t something Remus is necessarily proud of, but he doesn’t want to risk them doing something cheesy like make him breakfast. Sorry sir, Remus is a Manic Pixie Nightmare Boy, do not catch feelings, do not use for your own character development. He laughs to himself a little walking down the morning rush streets.

—

After waking up in bed with a man he doesn’t remember meeting the night before is a little jarring, but this is not the first time. It makes him wonder briefly if something is wrong with him. Remus is tired. Exhausted with himself and getting a little tired of this much fun. Instead of finding a diner for breakfast he catches a bus home and asks Logan if they can hang out tomorrow. If anyone will force him to go home, go to practice, sleep and not give him a choice to study or not without expecting him to explain himself. It will be everyone’s favourite Large Nerd. Remus doesn’t know what’s happening or why he feels like this, but he needs to go home and stop this for a little bit.Virgil, D, and Logan will help him get things a little back on track.

#sanders sides #remus sanders #hockey au #bipolar disorder #university au #roman sanders #deceit sanders #remus prince #roman prince #d foster

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taexual · 6 years ago

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HOLIC - 26 | jb x reader

pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au

warnings: fluff (i mean it, you’ve been waiting for this for too long)

words: 5.7k

disclaimer: i do not own the gif, please let me know if it belongs to you, so i can give proper credit

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You woke up in your own bed the next morning, your room freezing even though all the windows were closed. And yet, even despite sleeping all by yourself and having to get out of bed and walk across the room to locate your phone, you still couldn’t help the smile on your face. It was two mornings in a row now that you’d woken up feeling almost elated even though it was barely six—

Except it wasn’t.

The phone, once you finally located it, had betrayed you by showing six-fifty instead of six sharp. The alarm hadn’t gone off. Probably because you couldn’t remember setting it last night after you stumbled into your bedroom, hazy and almost intoxicated from your evening of doing laundry with Jaebum.

Waking up with a good mood was fun but you’d lose all chances of still smiling today if you were going to be late to work – which was more than just likely considering the fact that you had to be at the gallery in forty minutes and you were still standing in the middle of your room in pajamas, not having showered or eaten yet.

Naturally, you spent the next half an hour running. You were in the shower before you even finished brushing your teeth, and you were grabbing your wrinkled hoodie from the dryer and pulling it on before you even had enough time to properly dry your hair. You knew you’d get a lecture for not following the dress code – the hoodie could hardly pass off as ‘casual chic’ – but you had no time to waste looking for clean clothes that would be more appropriate. You ate breakfast by the mirror as you applied your make-up and ended up having to pack your handbag while you were unlocking the door of the apartment, desperate not to be late.

Obviously, despite your attempts, you still did not get there on time and Eva – who was friendly with you as long as you did your job right – was forced to take on the role of a strict supervisor. Immediately after she saw you arrive late and disheveled, she gave you a five-minute speech about how unprofessional this was – even though the gallery was empty and you wouldn’t have had much work to do anyway – and then, little to your surprise, she took a moment to point out that your attire was not exactly fit for someone who worked with expensive artwork.

“I’m sorry,” you said hopelessly. “I didn’t have time to look for anything else to wear, I just grabbed the first thing I found in the dryer. I promise I won’t show up here wearing hoodies again, I—”

“No, I hope you won’t,” Eva said. “It’s one thing to show up to the gallery in a hoodie – you know those sexist assholes from above expect all girls to wear skirts here – but it makes it worse if it’s obviously… uh, menswear.”

“It’s not—”

You stopped, looking down at the clothes you were wearing. The long sleeves that you kept accidentally getting wet as you tried to wash the dishes this morning should have indicated that something was wrong and yet you didn’t have a free minute to look at yourself in the mirror and realize that you were not wearing your hoodie. You were wearing your roommate’s hoodie. It was black, too, and the material had felt just like yours – no wonder you mixed them up.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you tried again but Eva just rolled her eyes. “We were doing laundry last night and I just—”

“Save it,” she said. “You’ll work somewhere away from the clients, yeah? Try to check if the IT team needs any help, they’ve been working on the projectors on the second floor before the exhibition. And make sure this is the last time you show up to work in someone else’s clothes. You’re the only bearable person around here, it’d suck for me if they fired you because of something as trivial as not following the dress code.”

Eva’s words always made it difficult for you to understand if she was actually complimenting you but you nodded and hurried up the stairs to find the IT team she’d mentioned. It was only when you noticed the name on the entrance board of the Photography floor of the gallery that you realized that they were preparing for Jiho’s exhibition that was to take place tomorrow night.

This day had already gone wrong far more times than you thought you could handle and the relief you felt when you took a deep breath and walked down the hall towards the exhibition room only to realize that Jiho actually wasn’t here today was indescribable. Perhaps you’d get through today okay after all. You still had the memories of last night to keep you sane – or to drive you insane, depending on which memories you chose to focus on – and, furthermore, you had Jaebum’s hoodie to remind you whom you’d be coming home to later tonight.

Jaebum started to smirk almost as soon as you unlocked the door of the apartment after you got home from work. It wasn’t cold enough outside for you to wear a coat yet, so he could see his hoodie on you even in the dim lighting of the hallway. You, on the other hand, had no idea he was standing in the kitchen, his eyes following you as you entered the apartment and locked the door behind you so, naturally, once you turned around and caught his look, you flinched, nearly dropping your keys.

“Jesus,” you mumbled, watching his smirk turn into a full-on grin. “Say something, would you? I thought I was alone here.”

“No, you never are,” Jaebum replied, his voice full of teasing and nothing else. “You always, uh, carry a piece of me with you, apparently.”

He was right – he just didn’t really realize it.

“You mean the hoodie?” you asked, your face void of any expression. “I was in a hurry this morning. Forgot to set my alarm last night. I grabbed the first thing I found and because you were smart enough to suggest leaving our clothes in the dryer overnight, I ended up—”

“Hey, I was just trying to make sure you got enough sleep,” he cut you off, the same smile on his face letting you know that despite defending himself, he wasn’t actually mad at you – but you could have guessed that from the way his eyes kept wandering to his piece of clothing on your body. Anger was the last thing he was feeling.

“Oh, I did,” you sighed. “Clearly.”

“Did this get you into trouble?”

“Kind of,” you revealed. “But it’s not your fault. I thought I could sneak around with a hoodie because wearing an actual, presentable shirt meant ironing it first and I had no time for that. Eva did not seem to think so—she’s my—”

“Supervisor,” he finished for you. “I remember.”

“Right. Well, she would have rather seen me show up an hour late than show up in something that violated the dress code,” you explained. “So, don’t worry, you won’t see me accidentally wear your clothes again.”

Jaebum sighed – the same smile still on his face – and walked around the kitchen island, heading towards his room but stopping on the way.

“It’s a shame,” he said, not turning around to face you. “I think my hoodie looks really nice on you.”

You thought it was impossible to feel both extremely hot and extremely cold at the same time and yet there you were, in the middle of a very contradictory whirlpool of emotions that Jaebum didn’t notice because he entered his bedroom without waiting for your response – which was good because the only response he would have gotten from you was your shocked, open-mouthed expression.

You may have been thinking about changing into something that was actually yours as soon as you got home but as you looked down – the material of Jaebum’s baggy hoodie falling around your frame – you figured you weren’t in that big of a rush to change. Even if you couldn’t smell his cologne on the clothes after having washed them last night, you could still feel him, and aside from that being comforting, it was also invigorating in a way. For Jaebum too, apparently – it had somehow cleared his mind and sped up the beating of his heart to know that you’ve been outside, around other people, in clothes that were his, and others have noticed.

You couldn’t really get a chance to have another exchange with Jaebum, however, because shortly after stepping out of his bedroom again, he gave you a quick wave – and, of course, a smirk – and then headed out to see Jackson at his studio, leaving you alone, preparing dinner for yourself in his hoodie, feeling as though this was exactly the kind of domestic life you’ve never even dared to dream of.

Living with Jaebum had proved to be much different from what you’d expected, but, then again, that shouldn’t have surprised you much because you’ve never lived with anyone who wasn’t a member of your family before, so you didn’t really know what to expect in the first place. And yet, obviously, the first few weeks here weren’t ideal – actually, no, they were awful. How you were still living in this apartment with Jaebum after all that had happened was beyond you. Lots of people would have moved out after the very first argument – which, in your case, happened immediately after you saw each other face-to-face for the first time – but you and him just kept going.

At first, you might have wanted to prove a point: you could keep the silent, petty fight with him going for as long as he wanted to. He broke your bed? That’s fine, you’d take his bed instead. He turned the hot water off? That’s fine, too. You’d leave his water bottles out in the sun after he got back from his jog to get back at him in the pettiest way possible.

But then Suji materialized. Or was it Jiho who made her return since Jaebum had said he wouldn’t have texted her if it weren’t for him? Either way, all of a sudden, this fighting no longer involved just you and him, and the battlefield no longer consisted of just your apartment. Now, your life got entangled with Jaebum’s life and no matter how sharp the sword was – or how out-of-line your last conversation with Suji was, or even how heartbreaking Jaebum’s comments about getting his heart ripped out of his chest were – you could not seem to get this knot that tied your lives together to break.

Somewhere along the way, you’d started to fall in love with him and ever since your last fight, you’d been anticipating every moment you’d spend with him because you never knew when you could lose him. You never knew when there’d come a sharper blade – a bigger challenge – that would pose a much more serious threat, and your intertwined lives would slowly start to unravel. It hadn’t happened yet and the chances of it happening now that you were slowly working on your friendship were even slimmer, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t possible.

You and him have both gone through a lot – both, together and separately – and both of you were programmed to be paranoid about something, but, when you were together, it seemed worth it. All of the hours you’d spent drowning in desperation to figure him out seemed to mean nothing now that you’d finally gotten some answers to your questions. All of the nights you’d spent staying awake, dreading the next morning because you never knew what to do or say to your roommate, completely disappeared from your memory when you found yourself waking up in his bed again.

You liked the idyllic peacefulness of your apartment when both of you were in the kitchen, eating opposite of each other, not saying a word, the silence around you comfortable instead of awkward. You liked the conversations you’ve had even if you ended up yelling at each other later because, at least, you were talking. You liked to catch the sight of his sleeping features when you headed for work in the morning. You liked the smile on his face and the glitter in his eyes when he saw you come home afterwards.

You liked it all. You liked him.

And, all of a sudden, waiting to see Jaebum again – waiting to talk to him again – was like waiting for the sun to rise in the morning. Like waiting for your heart to beat again.

It was inevitable just like it was crucial. You knew it’d happen and you knew you couldn’t live without it if it didn’t.

Unable to resist smiling every time you remembered what Jaebum had said before leaving – “I think my hoodie looks really nice on you” – you were forced to put your headphones on when you sat down in your bedroom to finish editing – or staring at – the pictures you’ve taken in Jackson’s studio. If all you could do was just smile and shake your head each time you thought of him, you’d never finish making up your mind if the pictures really didn’t need altering or if you were so far lost in your feelings that anything that involved Jaebum just seemed perfect to you.

Music did seem to help you feel more objective. You realized that some pictures needed a little more sharpening – just to accentuate the features of the person in them – and others needed the lighting and the saturation reduced – to fully confirm that the theme of the improvised photoshoot was romantic in an overwhelmingly mysterious way; kind of like Jaebum himself.

However, after finishing editing half of the pictures you’d taken – you refused to delete any of them, even if you ended up finding more than a few completely identical ones – you were starting to lose yourself in your emotions again, and not even the music could help you stay focused this time. Suddenly, every song that started to play was a love song. Every line that the singers sang – or whispered – into your ear, reminded you of Jaebum, and while you didn’t mind thinking of him, you did want to keep your sanity for a little while longer.

You moved out of your bed and onto the floor of your room, hoping that this small change of surroundings would help. You changed the music into something that wasn’t as obvious – Jaebum would hate the abstracticism in these lyrics – and carried on with your work.

And then, an hour later, for—probably—the twentieth time since you moved in, you found yourself jumping up in terror when you heard someone clear their throat in your room. Honestly, for someone who constantly had Jaebum on their mind, you truly were never aware of his presence even though you knew very well that he was not the biggest fan of knocking.

Taking your headphones off, you exhaled deeply – not even scolding him for scaring you again, he seemed to know that already based on the way he was grinning – and fixed your hair.

“Home already?” you asked, meaning to find out if coming home was just one stop before he headed out someplace else tonight, or if he was truly home.

“Yeah,” Jaebum replied. “Sorry I burst in here, I just didn’t find you in the kitchen when I returned and I thought you’d left.”

“Ah, yes, because the kitchen is where you’ll always find me,” you replied.

“I mean, usually, that’s where we hang out.”

“It’s not hanging out if it’s just me.”

“Alright, fair enough,” he sat down on the floor next to you, “that completely ruined my excuse for coming into your room.”

Turning away from him when he lowered himself against the wall until he was sitting right next to you, you clicked a few buttons on your laptop, turning Photoshop off.

“There doesn’t, um—you don’t need a reason to enter my room,” you said slowly, your eyes lingering on your desktop wallpaper.

“Yeah?” he asked you, undoubtedly pleased to hear you say that. “So, I’m always welcome here?”

You gave him a look – mustering as much fake-annoyance as you could. “Not with that attitude you’re not.”

He chuckled and, after a moment of silence, lowered his gaze to your neck and shoulders. He didn’t say anything but the sight of you still wearing his hoodie even though, at this point, you were home long enough to change into something that was yours, actually made him excited. Happy, even. It was a weird thing – you haven’t even done anything, let alone attempted to make an excuse why you were still wearing his clothes, and yet, he found it heart-warming to still find you sitting here, a hoodie that was technically his—although, truth be told, it looked ten times better on you—covering your body.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked, unable to endure his burning gaze any longer. You enjoyed having him so close – it was somehow cozy to have him sit on the floor of your bedroom with you – but, at the same time, the attention his eyes were giving you was slowly starting to suffocate you in a way that was both good and bad.

“Me? I’m uh—” Jaebum looked away from you. He was absolutely not going to reveal all the ways he’d imagined exploring the material of his hoodie as he took it off of you. “I’m thinking about tomorrow. It’s Friday.”

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Got any plans?”

“Not really,” he said. “I’ll probably stay at Jackson’s studio the whole night again since he’s leaving on Saturday morning and I won’t get to work with him for a while.”

“Hmm.”

“What about you?” Jaebum asked, already making a mental note to himself to alter his plans if he found out there was a possibility you weren’t going to do anything tomorrow night.

“Well, I was supposed to attend Jiho’s exhibition,” you said, “but there’s no way in hell I’m going there now, so… uh, no. No plans.”

His eyes widened at the mention of Jiho’s name. “Oh, that’s this Friday?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re not going?”

“No,” you said with a sigh. “I mean, I didn’t really think about it much – maybe it’s childish of me not to go, but I just… I figured, if I don’t feel like going, why should I go? I’m done proving points to people I don’t care about and I’ve got nothing to prove to myself, so—”

“I don’t think you should go, either,” Jaebum said, the words spilling out of his mouth before he could stop them or come up with a plausible excuse why he’d said them.

You turned to look at him. “You don’t?

“Y-yeah, I mean—” he hesitated. There was really no right way to explain his urge to keep you away from any guy who might realize he was romantically interested in you, after all. Jaebum didn’t quite understand this urge himself yet as he continued clumsily, “it’s like you said, you don’t want to go. And going just so you’d prove to him and to everyone else there that you’re completely unfazed by the, uh, misunderstanding... That’s just pointless.”

“Stupid, you mean.”

“Yeah, okay. That, too.”

You sighed, putting your laptop on the floor next to you. “Guess I’ll stay home and edit then. That’s what I used to do on most Friday nights of my life, anyway.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Jaebum said. “One day, you’ll spend your Friday nights preparing for your own exhibition and all of the nights that you’d spent editing will seem worth it.”

Surprised by his words, you felt your eyebrows shoot up.

“You think I’ll ever manage to host my own exhibition?” you asked, the genuine insecurity in your voice coming off as a shock to Jaebum – you knew he was insecure about his talent, but he had never really thought how insecure you were about yours.

“Of course,” he said, no hesitation this time. “I bet if you submitted your portfolio to any gallery, you’d get an offer immediately.”

You scoffed, the illusion of a successful future slowly dissolving. “You took it too far.”

“No, I mean it,” Jaebum insisted, feeling a pang of guilt inside his chest for not assuring you about how good you were at what you were doing like you’d been assuring him from, basically, day one. “I think your pictures are amazing and, you saw that Jackson liked them, too. What’s stopping you?”

Slowly, you raised your eyes to his and allowed them to stay there for a moment.

“The same as you, I guess,” you said, looking away. “I’m afraid I won’t achieve anything and will lose motivation to continue. I’m afraid of failing.”

“You’re the epitome of not using your own advice,” he told you.

You smiled slightly. “It’s easy to give advice. The hard part is following it.”

Jaebum considered what to say next but no right words came. If your positions had been reversed – like they had been a hundred times before – and it would have been you trying to convince him that everything was going to be okay, you’d know exactly what to say. Jaebum loved that about you. Actually, he would have loved it even if you had stayed quiet because just your presence alone was reassuring enough already, but he didn’t want to dwell on how much he appreciated having you in his life right now.

“Have you tried to send your pictures to any galleries before?” he asked finally.

“No—well, not exactly,” you replied. “I had to do it when I was still in university, but the galleries accepted every picture from the graduating class. It was their job. I haven’t tried that again since.”

“You should.”

You smiled again. “You say I don’t follow my own advice and there you are, doing the same thing.”

Jaebum frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You haven’t played your song on your radio show,” you said, looking at him.

“Ah,” he was the one who looked away this time. “Well, these things are different. I wrote a song about… a person. It’s sort of plain and obvious which person I mean, so, I’d probably have to talk to her before I air the song, and, you and I both know, I’m not a great talker.”

Your heart rate sped up at the thought of him talking to Suji and you almost regretted proposing the idea, but then you took a deep breath and managed to calm yourself down enough to respond to him in a way that seemed rational to you.

“Creative freedom,” you said. “You’re not supposed to talk to anyone if you don’t want to. You don’t mention her by name in the song, and, not to be dismissive, but I think the majority of songwriters write songs from experience. That is, about past relationships.”

“Right,” Jaebum said, swallowing. “And then, let’s say, the song succeeds and I’m actually asked by someone what it’s about. What do I do then?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Whatever you want to do. It’s your life. You don’t have to share it with anyone if you don’t want to. The mystery about you would draw even more people to listen to you, I’m sure.”

“Hmm,” he considered this, a grin forming on his features. “A mysterious look. Is that the concept I’m going for?”

You laughed.

“I hate to break it to you, but you have no say in this,” you said. “You’re naturally a mysterious person.”

“How am I mysterious?”

“Do you seriously have to ask me that?” you raised your eyebrows. “We’ve lived together for a month and, every time I look at you, I feel like there’s still miles and miles of unexplored territory behind your eyes.”

His heart seemed to have skipped a beat or two after you said this – it was either that, or he was having a heart attack.

“I’m not saying that it’s bad—on the contrary, I think it just shows what a deep person you are,” you tried to clarify, the soft tone of your voice putting countless of bulletproof vests on his wounded heart — it did not fix the damage that’s already been done but it made sure to protect him from any further pain. “Even in the pictures that I took in Jackson’s studio; you’re not even trying and you still look like you’ve lived a thousand lives and have a million stories hiding inside your soul.”

His throat was dry when he tried to speak, “can I—can you show me those pictures?”

“Oh,” his request seemed to wake you up from a trance you’d inflicted upon yourself when you tried to explain your feelings about him to him. “Well, I haven’t really—they’re not finished yet. To be honest, I don’t really know what to do with them.”

Jaebum swallowed before continuing. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I don’t know what to do with them,” you repeated, picking up your laptop and opening your gallery. “Every time I take a picture, I have an idea in mind. And then, when I look at the picture I’ve taken, I start to edit to make sure that idea comes to life, you know what I mean? Like, for example, if I take a picture of the night sky, I think I want the stars to represent—I don’t know—loneliness, or whatever. So, when I open the same picture on Photoshop later, I make sure to adjust the colors, the exposure, the—everything in a way that would accentuate the loneliness I thought I’d seen in the stars when I photographed them.”

“Okay,” he said, mesmerized by your voice as you explained this. “And you don’t have this idea you’d want to accentuate with the pictures you took at Jackson’s studio?”

“No,” you said. “It’s like the idea is already there in the picture. T-that’s never happened before. I don’t have to edit anything because everything I wanted to say with these photographs is sort of obvious already. All I did to these pictures is just… sharpening the edges. Maybe turning the lightness down a little, too.”

Scared that he’d be able to recognize your feelings when he would see himself through your lens, you started him off with the pictures you’d taken while he and Jackson were still in the recording booth. The pieces of equipment looked dull but they had a certain vibe around them – the room in your photographs represented anticipation. Something magical was about to happen there.

You flipped through the pictures, only stopping when you heard Jaebum inhale a little sharper than usual because he saw himself on the screen of your laptop. This picture was—arguably—your favorite one out of the bunch. It was the one that only displayed one side of his face – the twin moles above his eye and the small smile on his lips completing the photograph – and his outstretched hand.

“This is good,” Jaebum spoke up. “I-I don’t mean myself, I’m not the one I’m complimenting, I—wow. You’re good.”

“Thing is, I didn’t do anything,” you said, dragging your cursor down the side of his face in the picture in a mock-caress because you couldn’t exactly touch his face in real life. “It was all you. You made the pictures special.”

Jaebum didn’t reply and you carried on, showing him every single picture that you’ve finished editing before he interrupted you by showing up in your room. You lingered on some longer, repeatedly insisting how he possessed the “unearthly ability to make every photograph look special” – and then cringing at yourself because, God, could you have been more obvious about your feelings for him? – and then moving on again.

Once you reached the final picture – the full body-shot of Jaebum as he read his notes, his features concentrated and eyes glazed over with something that could only be described as passion for all that he was doing in that moment – you took a deep breath and, finally, started to speak.

“There,” you said, “you and your natural glow that makes my pictures look far better than I’ve ever expected them to look.”

“Huh,” Jaebum’s breath was right by your ear – he had scooted closer to you so he could see the pictures better. “I-I don’t—they look good. Really, really good. You’re an amazing photographer, I swear.”

“It’s not me,” you said, looking down. “Honestly, I’ve never taken pictures of real-life people before—aside from the university assignments, anyway—but it’s obvious that photographing you basically means not doing anything because… you do it all for me. You make the pictures look special.”

You wouldn’t have been able to look at him even if you wanted to as your heart refused to cut off your ability to speak because, with every beat inside of your chest, your soul longed to release the pent-up affection inside of you.

“I—I don’t think that’s the case,” Jaebum said, pulling away from you just slightly so he could look at you better. You’ve been avoiding his gaze for most of tonight and that did not change now as you didn’t allow for your gazes to meet.

“You’re just being humble,” you said, your eyes set firmly on the screen of your laptop.

“No,” he insisted. “Do you want to know what’s special about those pictures?”

Looking down so you could see the edges of his face out of the corner of your eye, you chose to give him the benefit of the doubt, “what?”

“You took them.” Jaebum said simply.

“What? No,” you said, shaking your head. “I just told you, I take plenty of pictures. None of them feel or look special like these do.”

“N-no, I mean, you took them,” Jaebum disagreed, “I get that it’s me in the pictures and I might sound like a self-involved ass when I say this, but, if it’d been someone else behind that camera, the pictures wouldn’t have looked this good.”

You gathered enough courage to shoot him a look.

“What are you talking about?” you asked. “You look good through every camera, I’m sure.”

“It’s not about the camera. It’s about who’s behind it.”

Blinking, you remained unsure of what he was trying to say. “W-what?”

“It’s you,” Jaebum said, his eyes locked on yours in a way that stopped you in your tracks. You wanted to look away again – his gaze was far too powerful, you were sure you were going to explode from all of the emotions it made you feel – but, as he kept on talking, you found yourself completely and utterly frozen. “I only have that… “natural glow” or whatever you called it because it’s you in the room. Because I know you’re looking at me through your camera. I only look special in the pictures because it’s you.”

You weren’t breathing and it wasn’t just because of what he’d just said. You found it difficult to inhale when you realized—yet again—just how close to you he was sitting. It was even harder to exhale when his eyes traced your features to your lips.

If you glanced down – and you did – you could see his parted lips and the mere millimeters that separated them from yours.

If you brought your tongue over your lips on instinct – and you did – you could almost taste him, too.

If he leaned in just a little bit more – and he did – you could smell his cologne, the scent overpowering your mind and completely shutting it off.

If he closed his eyes and leaned in, removing the remaining bits of the distance between you and him – and he did – you could read him in ways you’ve never read him before.

If he pressed his lips to yours – and he did – you’d feel the taste of the mystery you’d been dying to unravel.

Jaebum kissed you and the time seemed to stop.

The ethereal atmosphere in the pictures you’ve taken felt like the most boring storyline in comparison to the feeling of Jaebum’s lips pressed against yours and his hand, entangled in your hair, as he gently pulled you closer to him. What started out as a tentative kiss had turned into a lingering one as the two of you lost the battle against the magnetic pull coming from somewhere deep inside of your chests.

The kiss wasn’t magical; it was completely real, starting from the way he’d tilted your face to get a better angle, and ending with the way your lips fit perfectly between his without any effort. You’ve kissed him before – drunkenly and sloppily – but that felt nowhere near as real as this had.

And the reality of the situation – as well as the refreshing taste of peppermint on his soft lips – was what made you both pull away a moment later. Breathing heavily, you watched each other, letting your eyes do the talking as your minds tried to understand what had happened. They weren’t successful, however, and you didn’t blame them. Understanding where the kiss had come from didn’t seem as important as immediately recalling how good it’d felt was.

“I—” Jaebum spoke up, removing his hand from your hair and clumsily lifting himself up from the floor of your room. Your eyes followed him as your parted lips struggled to get a breath of air in as though Jaebum had been the sole provider of oxygen for you and, by ending the kiss, he’d cut your supply off. “I’m going to go.”

He turned around before you could inspect his expression or say anything, stumbling out of your room while you watched him, wide-eyed and still very much frozen in the same position as if that could have turned back the time and got you to experience the powerful feeling of your bodies connecting through your kiss once again.

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xiezuo · 7 years ago

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Hey! I saw that you also wrote for GOT7? I haven't seen any post about them so I'm not sure, but if you do, can I have some JB as your boyfriend headcanons? SFW/NSFW if possible :) Tysm!!!

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Yes I do !!!!! There’s nothing yet because I haven’t had any requests for them yet, you’re actually the first ! I was actually listening to Tomorrow, Today so now I feel attacked by the Jaebum feels I gave to myself

Im Jaebum | JB (GOT7)

SFW

Jaebum is a very soft boyfriend, always texting you to make sure you’ve eaten and slept well and bringing you lunch at work/school if he’s free

Not the biggest fan of PDA, he’ll settle for hand holding but that’s about it

But if the two of you are alone or just hanging out with the other boys in private, then his arm is around your waist to hold you close

Makes you sit on his lap when watching movies

When you’re not around and the boys are teasing him about you, he likes to pretend he’s not totally whipped for you which we all know is a lie

Doesn’t get jealous easily but he’s a little possessive —just enough to be noticeable but not even close enough to being overbearing

But if he feels like another guy, whether it’d be his members or someone else, is getting too close, he’s gonna casually wrap his arms around your waist from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder just to send the subtle message to the guy that you’re taken

He may not look like it but he’s very cuddly when it comes to you

Whenever you two are alone he’s always hugging you

Top of the head kisses are his favourite

Asks you to come to the studio with him when the group is recording new songs

Actually convinced JYP to let you in whenever you want as long as you don’t record anything to give out spoilers

Whenever he sees you, he starts smiling like an idiot and his eyes shine like diamonds

Literally anyone who sees the way he looks at you knows this boy is head over heels in love with you

To him, actions speak louder than words so he doesn’t really tell you he loves you but he shows it through his gestures

His kisses are always passionate and full of love

He’s cupping your jaw with one hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb, while the other is either on your waist or supporting his weight on the wall behind you

Back hugs are his favourite and he loves leaving kisses on your neck and shoulders while he’s holding you close

I feel like he tries really hard to be romantic on your anniversaries but it doesn’t come naturally to him and he learned the hard way that no one in GOT7 knows how to plan a date

So you both usually end up having dinner at your place and just enjoying each other’s company

Somehow always knows how to cheer you up after a bad day or when you’re getting hate from jealous fans

Speaking of which, Jaebum doesn’t really like going after fans even if they’re being dicks, that’s not really his style, but his way to respond to that is by “highjacking” your Instagram/Twitter account and posting cute pictures of you while you’re asleep or something along those lines and posting said pictures on your account with a cute caption signed by him

Just to show the haters that no matter what they do, your couple is there to stay

Finds it really hard when he has to be away from you for more than three days, I feel like after getting used to seeing your face and holding you when he’s about to fall asleep he’s gonna have a hard time falling asleep without at least hearing your voice

So he always Facetimes/Skypes you so he can see and hear you

He always leaves his favourite hoodie behind so you can have it and he loves seeing you wearing it

Actually he loves seeing you in his clothes, he thinks it’s the cutest thing

His phone wallpaper is a screenshot he took of you when you fell asleep during a video call where you’re snuggling his hoodie

Has so many pictures and videos of you his phone storage is always full

The type to sing you cheesy love songs when you’re upset to make you laugh

I feel like big fights are rarely a thing between the two of you, it’s mostly bickering over irrelevant stuff

But they do happen sometimes like it does for every couple and they can get pretty intense

Usually it has to do with the fact that he’s always busy or about the hate that you get online

It’s actually during one of those fights that he told you he loved you for the first time

You were feeling really insecure about the fact that some fans kept telling you you don’t deserve him and that you were reaching way beyond your league

And he told you to ignore those comments because they weren’t true but you were just so upset that his comment just made things worse

Which ended with Jaebum screaming at you that he will never let those comments bother him because he loves you too much for that

And you stood there in shock because not once in your 8 months of relationship has he told you he loves you

And the fight just ended there, with Jaebum holding you close in his arms until you stopped crying

He’s just really soft and perfect boyfriend material ok fight me

NSFW

100% a dom I will fight anyone on this

Literally always praising and complimenting you

Covers your neck, your chest, your hips and your thighs in kisses, hickeys and love bites

Practically worships you

Could eat you out for hours if you let him tbh, he loves it and he’s really good at it too

Like really good at it

Loves the eye contact and will force you to look at him while he’s working between your thighs

Will make you beg for his cock

His favourite position is when you’re on your back with your legs bent and over his shoulders because it gives him a great angle to hit your g-spot but also allows him to see your face as you come undone underneath him

Prefers to cum inside so he can see his cum drip down your pussy when he pulls out

It’s his way of claiming you as his

Will make you bend over his knee to spank you if you’ve been a tease to him all day and he feels like you deserve to be punished

I can see him having a daddy kink tbh

Will tell you everything he plans on doing to you when he’s about to give you a lesson on what bad girls deserve

If he’s really worked up and angry, I see him not taking the time to get to the bedroom and just fuck you against a wall from behind while he holds you by your hair

He can get really rough, especially when he’s frustrated

The worst thing is when you manage to give him a boner in public

He hates being humiliated and put in such an embarrassing position so you can be sure you’re not gonna get away with that so easily

Has a really high libido and you’re so hot that you don’t even need to try to get him in the mood

Thigh riding is a thing, I’m telling you

He does that if you’re acting really needy as a way to tease you even further and won’t take care of you as long as you don’t cum

Despite how rough he fucks you, Jaebum is always so passionate and caring while you two have sex to the point where it literally fucks up your hormones from how good he’s making you feel in every aspect

There’s this thing with Jaebum where he makes you feel like you’re the most beautiful and precious thing he’s ever seen while fucking you so hard you see stars and it just confuses your brain so much

Isn’t very vocal usually, he just lets out a few low grunts here and there

When he opens his mouth to talk it’s usually to tell you how good you are to him or to tease you even more depending on the mood

Takes the expression “fucking you into the mattress” very literally, in which he will pin you down and quite literally fuck you into the mattress

Needless to say you’re often left sore and with a lot of trouble walking straight for a few hours… or days…

Definitely a great fuck and also a 180 to how he is outside of the bedroom

Makes you sit on his face sometimes to eat you out

I can see him filming you with his phone while you go down on him just so he can keep it to himself and rewatch it when he’s away and really horny but don’t worry, he has no intentions of showing this to anyone

Always lingers inside of you for a bit after he cums before pulling out

Depending on how tired you are, he might run you a bath afterwards so you can both wash up but if you have no energy left, he’s gonna use a wash cloth to freshen you up a little before falling asleep with you in his arms

Whispering sweet nothings to you and covering your face with soft kisses until you doze off

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peter-parkouuuur · 8 years ago

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Chapter 6: Forgetting Peter Parker (Spider-boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

A/n: I don’t really mention the original marvel characters that much since Y/n Stark’s character doesn’t live with the rest of the Avengers but actually resides on the Upper East Side (as if it weren’t already that obvious). BTW, I apologize for the various time lapses because the big events usually happen on weekends. By the way, the new guy stepping in will kinda be like this story’s version of Nate Archibald (bc let’s face it, he’s gorgeous af) and let’s just say he’s going to form the love triangle; Wouldn’t you want to date a guy from Vieux riche family? ;)

Also, I may have inserted a quote from Riverdale, if you managed to spot it, congratulations!

UES = Upper East Side

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

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Before Y/n Stark’s rise to the social ladder, there was Liz Allan, the Upper East Side’s golden girl, Spence Middle School’s perfect student, and the talk of the town. She was the batch valedictorian, was vied to be the first in line at the Dispensary Cotillion and Debutante Ball where the children of the Upper East Side get to show their grand entrance to the high society. Liz was the ideal lady but Y/n knew she had to step up to take the crown from her ex-best friend.

Unfortunately, Liz Allan left without an explanation whatsoever, that’s when Y/n Stark rose to become Spence’s golden girl sitting on top of the Elites pyramid, the Queen Bee of the Upper East Side, and every Prep school boy’s dream girl.

For everyone on the UES, Liz Allan is a dead woman walking, nobody knows her whereabouts, thinking she went to boarding school or migrated somewhere far from the US. Y/n’s prominence is what keeps her moving, and she intends to stay that way.

Tony steps inside the Stark Penthouse apartment on the Upper East Side. He sees his daughter holding papers in one hand and a calculator in the other.

“Hi, sweetie! It’s a Sunday night, what are you doing?” Tony sits beside Y/n looking at her oddly before looking at the television screen to see the news.

“I’m almost done with this month’s audit. I know you like it when your staff is early when it comes to tasks so here I am finishing what I have to do, so all I have to do tomorrow are; go to school until 10 AM since the teachers will have a general meeting or something, I wasn’t really paying attention…. and then I’m going to drop this off at your office in the afternoon.” Y/n states.

“Wow, you’re like a self-cleaning oven. Efficient, just the way I like my staff, but you’re my daughter. Honey, you need to relax. I’ve always been proud of your work ethic but you’re a kid, you’re my kid, I want you to let loose, show them how Starks party.” Tony reminds you.

“Are you telling me to go out and do something stupid? Because you have Nicholas to do all the party stuff for you.” Y/n replies, not looking at her dad.

“Yeah well he’s at Dartmouth, I can’t really have my son party his life away since he’s going to inherit most of the company.” Tony responds.

“What about me and Eloise? What do we get?” Y/n looks at her dad sternly.

“See now, you’re starting to look like your mother when you’re angry. You get to keep the penthouse apartment and besides, I thought you wanted to go to Med school?” Tony asks.

“Yeah but I also want to be part of the Stark Industries, at least own a share of it.” You tell your dad.

“Alright, alright. At this rate, you can always consider Law. You have your mother’s tenacity.” Tony jokes.

“Well, would you look at that.” Tony looks at the TV screen to see Spiderman breaking in the Washington Monument.

You lift your head up from all the slouching to see what your dad’s reacting to. A footage of Liz and Spiderman locking eyes the moment he saves her from the falling elevator.

“Gross.” Your face forms into a disgusted expression.

“Hold on, the Liz, Peter was talking about is the same Liz from Spence?” Tony inquires.

“Yup. It’s a small world, dad.” Y/n sighs.

“Did Peter tell you about his infatuation with Liz? How’d you know about it?” You furrow your eyebrows at your dad.

“No, the baby monitor in his suit sends me updates of his whereabouts and what he’s been doing. He might have mentioned her a couple of times through his suit.” Your dad replies.

“Of course, he’s mentioned her.” You mumble.

‘Because even when she’s no longer living near me, she still manages to annoy me to my very core. Everything just has to be about Liz.’ You think to herself.

“Want to talk about it or am I just going to assume that you’re harboring feelings for Peter Parker?” Tony questions.

“Dad, clearly Peter doesn’t want anything to do with me or my life here on the UES, he’s all about becoming an avenger and getting the girl of his dreams, Liz freaking Allen.” Y/n sneers.

“The conversation about Peter is making me feel uncomfortable; Firstly because you’re my daughter and you’re only turning 16 next week. Secondly, I don’t like you gushing on my protege, I thought you were into Prep school boys? You know, those future Yalies type. Lastly, I trust your every decision, Peter is the stupidest boy if he thinks you’re not the most gorgeous girl in Manhattan.” Tony smiles at his daughter reassuringly.

“Thanks, dad. Creepy comment, though.” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“You know I’m bad at these ‘Father-Daughter’ talks. You’re like a self-cleaning oven, I trust you well enough.” He pats you lightly on the knee.

‘Did he just compare me to an appliance? twice?!’ You think to yourself.

“Anyway, I have to go back to the Headquarters. Good night, sweetie.” Your dad kisses you on the forehead before heading off.

“Good night, dad! Go save the world for me.” You exclaim a second before the you hear the elevator door closing.

The news is still focused on Spiderman.

“Ugh, Spiderman is sooo two weeks ago.” You grumble, turning off the television.

Your phone’s IM ringtone starts to buzz like crazy.

Tinatintin: Any of you seen the news?

ElizaBabe: What are you, 30??

You: Liz Allan still has it.

MaddieMadness: Dalton boys are raving about Liz’s comeback, even if it’s on the news.

You: That’s not what I call a comeback, for all I know, Liz Allan is a dead woman walking on the UES.

Tinatintin: Looks like everyone knows Liz still exists.

You: But still irrelevant.

ElizaBabe: Completely.

MaddieMadness: On it…

The three of them understood what Maddie’s onto, she’s Spence’s real life gossip girl, minus the anonymity, the obsession over the Upper East Siders and the fact that Spence girls are not as catty as the girls of Constance-Billard.

You move around your bed, trying hard to fall asleep when a thud against your window interrupts your reverie.

Y/n sits up and sees a shadow lurking against the bedroom window. You turn the lights on to see Spiderman outside your window. You were about to open the seal when Peter decides to sling away.

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Y/n and the rest of group are gathered at the Gramercy Tavern for lunch

“Okay girls, now I brought you here today to discuss Y/n’s current situation.” Eliza starts.

“Girls, as much as I enjoy all of you partaking in my non-existent love life, I’d rather not talk about that Tony Stark ass-kisser, Liz Allan fanboy.” You hiss.

“Exactly, hence the reason why we found you a new guy. His name is Ted Vanderbilt, his surname already speaks for himself and he’s the captain of Dalton’s Lacrosse Team.” Tina states.

“I need a picture.” You pretend to be uninterested.

Maddie takes her phone out see a teenage guy with golden blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes, looking like a true poster boy of the UES.

Just the distraction Y/n needs from all the Spiderman fiasco she’s experienced, plus he’s a Vanderbilt, what more can Y/n ask for?

“Girls, set up the date. Tomorrow night, here at 7 pm.” You tell your friends who just nod along in excitement.

Y/n drops off the files on top of his dad’s desk and sits on his office chair. Out of sheer curiosity, you open his Mac desktop and look for Spiderman’s baby monitor protocol.

Hundreds of videos appear of Spiderman jumping off buildings, web-slinging along Queens. Then there were clips of Peter wearing only the mask in front of the mirror.

“Hey what’s up, Liz? Peter’s told me a lot about you.” Peter does a wink through his suit.

You roll your eyes and click fast forward.

“Hey Y/n! I heard you’re into bad boys, I don’t mean to brag but, I’m bad at almost everything I do.” He shrugs his shoulders.

You see a footage of Peter scrolling through his science notes and you notice his sketch of you and Spiderman.

You turn on the television to see live news regarding a Staten Island ferry.

“Oh my god, Peter.” Y/n mumbles.

You take your phone out from your Mulberry bag and call your dad.

“What is it, honey?” Tony picks up.

“Dad, Peter needs help. He tore a Staten Island ship in half.” You say calmly.

“He what?! I’m on it, sweetie.” Tony then hangs up.

“You owe me, Peter Parker.” You murmur.

Y/n is sitting on one of the Fendi Casa couches she picked out for the Stark Tower living room, waiting for your dad’s update.

You hear loud knocks against the window to see Spiderman himself, signaling you to open the window. Y/n opens the window for Peter to enter.

“Peter, do you realize what you’ve done? You could’ve died. What the hell were you thinking? Did you not think about the consequences of your actions?” Y/n bombards him with questions.

Peter removes his mask as Y/n notices the redness in eyes, her anger washes away immediately.

“My actions? Those bad guys had millions worth of weapons of destruction. Somebody had to stop them, I didn’t want to sit around and wait for bad things to happen because I have a responsibility to the world.” Peter defends himself.

“No Peter, you are not like one of the Avengers just yet, you’re only 16. My dad told you to stay away from those guys and you didn’t listen. Your responsibilities are your education and your Aunt May because if anything happens to you, it might kill her.” Y/n replies.

“And besides, how could we even forget about Liz Allan, Peter Parker’s dream girl and Spence’s brightest, nobody could’ve forgotten about her. Even when she’s not here, she’s still being talked about. Don’t you see how frustrating it was for me to live behind her shadows when we were growing up?” You feel your tears pooling.

“We were best of friends, Peter, but I always felt like I had to prove myself to the UES while Liz… She didn’t need to, she was the perfect student, the perfect daughter, heck she was Spence’s Golden girl. I was just the salutatorian, always coming in second. My parents wanted me to be like my best friend, they put the pressure on me and not on my siblings, because they knew that living in the High society means having to show yourself that you are the best of what your parents are. You know how my dad is.” Y/n continues.

“I was just trying to do the right thing, Y/n. You’re Y/n Stark, an Upper East Sider and I’m just Peter Parker from Queens, I can’t say the right words to make you feel better because my life is no walk in the park either. I’m scared, okay? I’m scared that if I don’t do something about it, I might lose an important someone again.” Peter sighs.

“-And Liz…. Liz was my real first crush, the first girl I ever truly liked, and she’s always been nice to me. I just… I care for her. I care for you too, Y/n.. You have no idea hard it was for me try and not to like you because I do, I really really do.” Peter adds.

“Peter-” You try to put your hand on his arm but his hand stops you from doing so.

“I’m sorry… for everything.” He looks at you with a sincere look on his face.

“Get your hands off my daughter, Mr. Parker.” Tony walks in in full Iron Man gear.

“Sweetie, it’s time to go home.” Your dad steps off from his suit and walks over towards you.

Peter lets go of you as the two of you look at one another.

“Dad, it’s only 3 pm.” You remind him.

“I don’t care. I need to have a word with Mr. Parker, alone.” Your dad looks at you sternly.

“Bye Peter.” You smile weakly at him before heading out.

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“Is he there?” Y/n and your three friends are on a three-way call to prepare you for the date with Ted Vanderbilt. The three girls are already seated at the Tavern.

“He just arrived! He’s wearing a gray blazer, white button downs, and dress shoes. He looks so gorgeous, Y/n/n.” Maddie sighs.

“Hey, ease up on the squealing, he’s my date.” Y/n reminds Maddie.

“Alright alright.. Settle down. Anyway, are you near? He’s already seated down.” Eliza asks.

“Turn your phone off ladies, I’m about to enter.” You tell your friends as you step out of the car.

“I’ll call you when I need you, Happy.” You smile at your father’s personal security.

Happy just nods and heads back inside the car.

“Show time.” A smirk forms on your face.

Before you could walk inside the restaurant, you see a red and blue object swinging around. Peter followed you again.

‘It’s time to let go, Parker… Because as of this moment, I’m already trying to.’ Y/n thinks to herself.

You walk inside to see to see the golden blonde boy seated at your favorite spot in your favorite restaurant while your friends are seated 3 tables away, all three of them giving you the thumbs up.

“Hi, you must be Ted Vanderbilt.” You smile down at the handsome fella.

He stands up from his seat, a bit shaken but leans in to kiss you on the cheek, not that you mind or anything.

“And you’re THE Y/n Stark. Wow. Gala pictures don’t do you justice.” He smiles at you before the two of you can sit down.

Good answer, Vanderbilt.

Looks like Peter Parker may just have found a loophole out of Y/n Stark’s life. At least he now has time to focus on the ex-best friend Liz Allan, the former golden girl, but now just an old name for everyone on the UES, because right now, it’s all about Y/n Stark and her Waldorf-esque emergence from the chrysalis of Spence’s Red Door

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zoeygreensimblr · 6 years ago

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The Best Day (Episode 16)

"Caleb's band is playing at the Stargazer tomorrow night" Angus mentions casually over breakfast Thursday morning

"Caleb has a band?" I ask, sounding far more surprised than I intended, I don't really know Caleb that well, I've only met him once, I have no idea what he does with his life outside of Saturday brunch at Skye Fitness but he doesn't look the type to be in a band, with his pasty white skin and stick figure body.

"Yeah, He's the lead singer****, it's an alternative band called 'Happier', they're good too" He tells me, "Do you wanna go see them?"

"Yes, I'd love that, I actually love alternative music" I tell him excited, "We ****should invite Tess and Declan too" I suggest and he agrees, I send a text to Tess with details, she replies within seconds with a strong yes

"Molly will be there too, she'll love that you're coming, she liked you Zoey" Angus informs me and that makes me happy, I liked Molly, we had great conversation over brunch and I knew She and Tess would hit it off too.

Angus' phone vibrates on the table with an incoming call, I catch a ****glimpse of the caller before he grabs the phone, rejects the call and shoves it into his pocket. I don't say a word about it and I don't think he realised that I saw Steph's name flash up on the screen either.

"What are we doing today?" I ask, attempting to draw his attention away from the phone call and it works, he smiles widely at me.

"Zoey, my love, today we are going on an adventure." He announces to me excited, "You may want to wear pants too, just a suggestion"

Angus drove us to an indoor trampoline and foam park in Oasis Springs, this place was huge and there were adults and kids bouncing around.

"Are we allowed in here without children?" I ask Angus, a little concerned that someone will think we are up to no good

"Of course we are Zo, when I first started training Justin would bring me here, it's sneaky exercise" He explains

"Sneaky how?" I ask, I'm on to his game, he is making us work off the burger and cupcake but is masking it as an 'adventure'

"It's fun baby" He promises, grabbing my hand and leads me to a giant trampoline and we kick off our shoes, now I'm understanding why he said to wear pants today. He climbs on first and then helps me on, takes both my hands, we start doing small bounces, slowly building ****momentum until we are going higher and higher, he lets go of my hands, bounces back from me to give us space and I watch him do a back flip.

"That was pretty impressive" I cheer at him

"That was nothing baby" He calls out to me as he follows it up with a double backflip and I cheer at him again, "I love that you're impressed by this but not my car" he says, pretending to be offended and I laugh at him.

"I love the man, not his material ****possessions" I tell him, he slows his bouncing down and makes his way back to where I am, I stop bouncing and he grabs me around the waist and kisses me passionately on the lips, for a moment it feels like it's just us two.

"Fuck I love you girl" He whispers to me and I smile shyly at him, "Do you like our adventure?' He asks me

"I'm having so much fun, it's ****exhilarating" I can't wipe the smile off my face.

"I'm glad, I felt like you needed a day of fun with all the stress you're under, I wanted to give you one good day baby before they rain the shit down upon you" He explains

"Is it too late to quit?" I ask, half serious and he laughs a little.

"Zoey, everything you need to know for the exams you already know, theres no new information coming now and you are one of the smartest people I've ever met, you're number 2 in your class ranking. I believe you will blitz the exams and you're going to make an amazing vet one day and look back on these days and know it was all worth it" He says, building my confidence, looking at me in awe, people are jumping around us and we are just standing there, our arms wrapped around each other, having a heartfelt moment.

We drive home from Oasis Springs and I am exhausted from jumping but I had the best day, he reaches over and takes my hand and kisses it.

"I have some news" He announces to me

"You're pregnant? Congratulations, you're going to be a great dad" I joke

"That would be my worst nightmare at 22" He laughs, "****Luckily my news is less scary. Immie is coming home next week, she said she will be back Thursday which works out great because we will be away and she can just step in and run things but it sucks because you won't meet her until we come home" He tells me, getting excited, He has wanted Imogen and I to meet for as long as we have been together and it is a shame it will be delayed by another week.

"I'm excited that I finally get to meet your sister, after all the amazing things you've told me about her"I smile brightly at him

"She's going to love you Zoey" He promises but I do feel a little nervous, Imogen is the only family Angus has and if she doesn't like me then it could effect his feelings too, "Just getting back to other thing that you joked about though, you took the pill today right?" He asks, nervously

"Yes, I took the '****don't make Angus a father' pill" I assure him

"Good" He says relieved

"Do you not like children?" I ask him

**"I love kids, they're fun and I'm somewhat childish so I relate to them but I don't want any of my own yet, you're going to Uni next year Zoey, I wouldn't want anything to derail that and I've got a great work and life balance happening" He clarifies **

"Can we stop for lunch somewhere?" I ask him, changing the subject and I can see the relief written all over his face, to be done with that conversation

"We can, what do you feel like?" He ask, smiling at me

"Surprise me" I tell him

He takes me to The Solar Flare Lounge and we order lunch and walk to the bar.

"Vodka and soda and light beer please?" Angus asks the mixologist

"Certainly sir" She replies and she wanders off to prepare our drinks.

"Thank you for today, I needed to destress" I say to Angus, I want him to know how grateful I am that he understands that I need to take time away from study.

"It was my pleasure baby, I remember what it felt like when I was studying for the exams and I wish I had an outlet to eliminate the stress" He explains

we collect our drinks, find a table and our food is served.

"I have to get an early night tonight, I've gotta be up at 5am for a run and then work" Angus informs me

"Do you want me to go home?" I ask, slightly disappointed that our time will be cut short

"Not at all, I'm just letting you know incase you wanted to have ****shenanigans, it will have to be before 8." He tells me, cheeky smile plastered on his face

"Shenanigans?" I am genuinely confused by that term

"Sex Zoey, if you want to have sex" He educates me

"Do you want to?" I ask, thinking he only does it because I want to

"Zoey I'm a 22 year old boy, I wanted it when we had breakfast, I wanted it at the trampoline park and if I'm being honest I'm thinking about it right now, hence why I brought it up" He tells me, laughing

"Yes, I would like to have ****shenanigans tonight" I announce to him, he grabs his keys from the table and jumps to his feet, takes my hand and we leave the Lounge in a hurry.

The drive back to San Myshuno takes about 25 minutes but they are the longest minutes of my life, even with Angus driving 10 kilometres above the speed limit. We ride the elevator up to the apartment in silence, he opens the front door and throws his keys on the bar, turns to me and says, "Pick a room Zoey.", I stop and think for a ****moment, my mind ticking over with all the possible opportunities each room beholds.

"Dinning room" I tell him, he picks me up, throws me over his shoulder and carries me up the stairs, places me down on the dinning room table and kisses me deeply.

"I'll be back in two seconds, I want you to be naked when I return" He says, running off to his bedroom and I begin to remove my clothing quickly, Angus returns just as I'm down to my underwear, he drops to his knees, slides my panties down my legs, disposing of them on the floor, opens my legs wider and places his soft, warn tongue on my happy button and puts two fingers inside of me and he starts working them both in ****unison, for every whip of his tongue his fingers penetrate me deeper, my hands are in his hair, my legs wrapped loosely around his neck and I can feel the energy building inside me and I don't know how much longer I can hold it back but I'm getting close. I feel his mouth pull away and his fingers slide out of me and he stands up ****between my legs. I look at him confused

"I didn't...arrive" I tell him, shyly

"I know Princess, I'm getting to it but I couldn't wait any longer to join you" He says, grabbing the protection from the table, rips it open, rolls it on and slides himself inside me, "Wrap your legs around my waist Zo and keep your eyes on mine." I do exactly as he asks, he starts off slowly, with one hand on bottom the other on the table to steady his balance, "Do you wanna go faster?" He asks me and I nod my head yes. He picks up speed, thrusting deeper into me, I hold his face in my hands and kiss him deeply, pull back and I once again lock eyes with him, I can feel I'm getting closer but I'm trying to hold back and wait for him

"You can let go baby" He tells me, I close my eyes and feel euphoria wash over me. When I open my eyes I see him, smiling back at me, "We're not done yet"

"I know, Im ready" I tell him and he starts again, faster than before and it doesn't take him long before his breathing becomes rapid and he starts moaning my name as he slams himself into me over and over, his body is tense and his eyes are closed when I feel him quiver between my legs and he lets out one last "Fuck" before collapsing carefully onto me in a sweaty heap. I sweep his hair out of his eye and he smiles at me.

"I love fucking you Zoey" He announces to me

"I love it too but could be call it something else?" I ask and he looks at me confused, "Something that doesn't sound like you picked me up in a bar, that signifies that we actually love each other" I explain and he smiles, he understands me

"I love making love to you my Princess" He clarifies and I kiss him

#sims 4 #sims 4 simblr #sims 4 story #wickedwhims

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tumblunni · 8 years ago

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okay.. well.. I may as well actually talk about this

I got the intial news like almost a month ago now, but its only now that I have more details and I’m actually going to the first meeting tomorrow. Also i was just so nervous I didnt know how to talk about it until now. So umm.. yeah! The long version under the cut, but in summary: I may be going somewhere soon, and for potentially 4-6 months. I may or may not have much access to the internet. But this is hopefully gonna help my mental health, I hope. And I have this money in my savings now I wanna keep it as a ‘reward’ of sorts after I finish this, and I’m really hoping to be able to take a holiday to america and visit at least one of my friends, depending on how many states I’m able to cross on this budget. And hopefully I might actually be more prepared for such a big journey, and if its my reward then I’ll be able to not give up!! No matter what!! So yeah more under the cut, umm:

I may be going to an intensive therapy location. Its a communal housing area with therapy support workers and a course that I have to go through. i’ve been repeatedly reassured that it isn’t as bad as some terrifying places I’ve heard of on the internet, its a confirmed NHS-funded health facility and its supposed to be more of a communal house than like.. a prison with electroshock ‘therapy’. I dont really have any info on it yet though, but thats what I’m doing tomorrow- im finally actually having a meeting with them and getting to see the house before I move there, and ask questions and stuff. And my support worker says that if I say no I don’t have to go. But I really want to go if it really is what it says it is! OF COURSE I want to go to a therapy activity camp course that can hopefully help me conquer my anxiety faster! its just that well.. because i have ANXIETY, i cant help but frantically research on the internet and come to the worst conclusions and assume thats what’s gonna happen, and its all a scary scam... Anyway, at the moment all I know is that I won’t be locked up in there with no freedoms, and there will be other patients too and hopefully I can make friends maybe, but also im terrified I’ll make a bad impression and i’ll be the worst person there while everyone else progresses and I don’t.. gah...

But even if this place is wonderful and amazing and has zero scary asylum stuff, its still quite likely that I won’t have internet while I’m there, so i wont be able to keep in touch with you all. I can access limited internet on my phone but the browser cant even handle running youtube so im not gonna be as active. Also I cant afford a huge amount of mobile data and all. But I just hope I can indeed keep phone internet enough to be able to message my friends if I’m having a bad day and stuff. i dunno if any of you would even remember me if I vanished for half a year, lol... But like.. if you do still wanna be friends after not seeing me for ages, I really do wanna try and visit america and meet some of you guys! (and if I could afford it, I’d wanna visit other countries too, I’m just picking america first cos I speak the language and I know the most friends who live there) Oh and umm.. if I’m gonna be gone for a long time I probably will need stuff to help me keep calm and keep going and stuff. I save all the fanarts I get from my best friends, they really fill me with love! But I’d love if also maybe when I leave I might ask you guys if you could leave me a message maybe. like, if I can find some way i can get all the messages without reading them. And then if I’m ever having a big panic attack, i can read them then and hopefully it’ll help me feel better! (tho lol if i opened that up to anybody then that weird recurring anon hater might troll me, so I’d like to just reserve it to close friends maybe) Oh, or maybe I could ask you guys to leave me drawing requests or writing requests or memes and stuff that I can work on while I’m gone? I suck at knowing what to draw, after all. And I also suck at being super slow to finish drawing, so this way it all works out!

But umm yeah basically, I’ll know more tomorrow when i go to meet them and have a tour. And I;m really anxious but also kinda excited, I hope it really helps me! But I’m still anxious and.. aaa... I just had to vent a bit to try and stay calm so I make a good first impression. i bought some new clothes to wear and I’m making sure my hair dye is even, cos I didnt have enough time to un-dye it back to a presentable colour :P

Oh and umm... its VERY UNLIKELY, so please dont worry! I don’t want to spread my worry to my friends! But umm.. just in case of the worst case scenario. I was told this would just be a first meeting, its not an intervention, I wont be taken there immediately. And I will be allowed to choose if I go, and all. BUT UMM If I don’t message anyone by this time tomorrow, I guess I didnt come back. I REALLY think I’m just being paranoid and I’m not gonna be locked up in some terrible illegal false therapy place! BUT IF I AM THEN YEAH JUST IN CASE If I am not dead, I will post tomorrow! Even if I’m too stressed and anxious to talk about what happened, I’ll make a short post just to tell you all I’m okay. if I don’t, then things went wrong. BUT THEY WONT! BUT I’M STILL ANXIOUS ABOUT IT! God I’m such an idiot...

also, of course, like usual, I’m still WAY MORE ANXIOUS about being a social failure than I am about dying or being electroshocked in an asylum XD I’m so terrified I’m gonna mess up and make them hate me aaaa I hope it goes well and I get accepted! And I hope the place isnt scary and the course looks like its actually gonna help me, and stuff. I’m way more scared of it being a social gauntlet than the electroshocks ITS NOT GONNA BE THE ELECTROSHOCKS, STUPID BUNNI but aaaa I’d rather have those than have to meet so many strangers, fuckkkk I’ve vented it out so i feel less scared I ate a big fruit smoothie full of powerful energy so I will be strong enough, and I will make another smaller one tomorrow morninG! Or.. umm.. I might be too scared to sleep and just keep going on this one, lol! and I’ve been stewing on it for a month now so a lot of the stress is out and I wrote down a big long list of questions I wanna ask, and I’m gonna have a notebook to write down anything they say and I’m gonna try on my new clothes tonight and get prepared but AAAA I dont have any formal clothes, and I dont know if i should even try and look formal or if i should look like how im gonna look when I’m there the whole time and i dont know if i should try and look as much like a girl as I can for the next six months, or if I should be honest about being trans, or if thats gonna hurt my chances of being accepted or anything... I dont know if my support worker told them when she was filling out the forms... and I keep washing my face trying to make the acne go away aaaaa why am i cursed with eternity acne, why am i the pimply faced teen even into adulthood why am i such a terrible brain broken adult who needs intensive therapy to begin with how on earth can i make myself look presentable when they already know i’m so trash gahHHHHHHHH

#bunnervous #i keep forgetting to tag my negative posts #sorry...

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partyatmyhaus · 8 years ago

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From writing prompts: You fall helplessly in love with the most amazing person in the universe. You don’t have the courage to tell them how you feel, so instead, you pledge your life to become a ninja tirelessly making their life better in tiny ways. (Im thinking maybe lar and adam or maybe OT8?)

woops its shorter than i wanted and also OT8

also lil bit of a sick!fic my B

Heaccepts he is in love with them- all of them. He’s in love with James’ eyes andElyse’s quick wit. He loves the way Bruce includes all of them into everything,the way Adam is so caring and gentle. He loves Joel’s hair and his stupidcheeky smile. He’s is in love with Sean, and the way his face flushes when he’sembarrassed. He loves the way Lawrence is so open about what he likes, and whathe doesn’t- something about the way he doesn’t care about what anyone is goingto say, it just makes Matt’s heart sing.

He knows he is in love with them. All of them.

He also knows he can never let them know. They can neverbe made aware that he daydreams of them, that he wonders about what their lipsfeel like, and they can never know that sometimes- when he’s home alone, hecurls up and cries. Just enough to relieve the pressure of being in love with 7people, who have no clue.

Being in love with 7 people who are already datingeach other.

Matt starts ‘helping out’ about 4 months after he’s cometo terms with his affections. It starts on a rainy, windy, and cold Tuesday. Itwas late in day, and Adam was banging his head against his desk. After hestopped he looked back up and said,

“Guys. There’s so much shit still sitting in the doc. C’mon.”And the way he says it- Matt knows, justknows, he’s gonna try to stay all night and do the work himself. Andsomething about the way Adam is sitting makes Matt’s heart ache to try to helphim. Adam is hunched in, trying to make himself smaller- his eyes have littlespark to them today and the bags under his eyes make him seem so much olderthan he really was.

By the time lunch rolls around- Matt has made sure hefinished his video for the day- and he quietly uploads it to their server, fordouble check before final upload. After that he grabs James- who’s coming backinto the office, holding his lunch, and Matt makes sure he’s going to take Adamhome- and not let him stay and work himself into an early grave. James nods athim (and thanks him for being a good friend)and walks off- probably to find Elyse.

Matt pulls up the doc and starts off by taking one of thebiggest jobs- a 2 hour play through of Don’t Starve, and starts to edit it. Bythe time he’s about half way through, James is pulling Adam away- and everyonesans himself and Bones are gone within the half hour. He finishes the Don’tStarve video, soon after that. And he looks back at the doc- there was still somuch left. He knows it’ll bare down on Adam tomorrow- but legally, he mustleave by 11- so he takes all the files from the Doc and uploads them into hisflash drive. He makes sure to check ‘in progress’ next to all the files andpacks up to head home.

He doesn’t sleep that night. He sits up and works his waythrough all the files, luckily most of them being photoshops or thumbnails-which don’t take as long as editing a video. There are a couple videos but hesomehow flies through them, and he’s practically finished with the last onewhen he hears Bruce’s alarm clock go off.

‘Fuck.’

Matt kind of hauls ass after that- making sure to getinto work before anyone else. Which he does, and he silently uploads all thefiles- checks completed next to them, and starts on the video in his personal docket.

[Adam comes in still looking tired and small- and strungout, and Matt knows when he’s seen the doc because he just sits up and looksaround. Confused, because there has been notime to do that. Matt watches as he goes through every file and by the end ofthe day Adam is much more awake- which makes up for how tired Matt feels].

After that Matt starts picking up on things he can do tohelp. He takes things off of everyone else’s docket- doing them at home, themjust ending up in their folder the next day completed. Matt never hears anyonebring it up- they must assume it’s something the interns are doing or maybe oneof their lovers.

His newest contribution is doing the laundry. More specifically,doing laundry for everyone else. On nights he knows someone is going to be at Bruceand his place- Matt leaves and goes to whoever isn’t at home’s apartment. Usuallybeing Adam’s (which is also Sean and Lawrence’s but nonetheless). Matt makessure to take all the clothes scattered everywhere, and spends a couple hourswashing, drying and folding the laundry. Leaving it nice and neat in the basket,sitting on their bed waiting for them to come home.

(It’s a little weird but it’s nothing he hasn’t done forthem before).

He starts agreeing to go out to the bar with them. Hesits and laughs and it’s nice but if he’s being honest- Matt only goes so thathe can drive them home. Make sure they all get back safe and sound- without payingan arm and a leg for a Lyft.

He has keys to all their apartments so it’s not breakingand entering. And Elyse had been complaining about the broken sink all day- andJames talking about how expensive a plumber was. And by the end of the workday- when all of them headed out for dinner, Matt packed up and headed over tothe Willems’.

Matt had been there enough times to know where everythingwas, and within an hour (with some help from google and E-How) the sink was nolonger backed up and dripping- but fully functional.

He puts everything back where it was and leaves theapartment door with a quiet ‘click’(and a pat to Benson’s head of course).

It’s only when Matt gets sick that the whole thing fallsapart- he’d been doing it for about a year now. Laundry, edits, miscellaneous repairs.Sneaking around in their lives like some kind of ninja.

But Matt wakes up one morning and can feel it in hisbones- that he’s sick. And not cute sniffles sick, he’s got snot running downthe back of his throat and he’s gonna throw up- sick. He honestly

It’s when Bruce comes into his room, presumably to ask ifhe’s ready to leave for work- that he knows he’s fucked. Matt was just going toemail Bruce that he wanted to work from home, but he knows that’s not gonnahappen now.

Matt is on the floor, leaning against the side of hisbed- trashcan pulled up in front of him and he knows he must look like shitbecause Bruce drops his bag onto the floor (the bag carrying his laptop), andis instantly at his side, feeling his forehead.

“Stay here.” Is all Bruce says before he’s standing upand wandering off to wherever- Matt doesn’t may attention, he just balances hishead on the edge of the trash can and wills himself not to retch again.

Matt is out sick for a week, and that’s when they all putit together. For the first time sense the magic appearing of completed work;any of them bothering to look at whouploaded it- on the 4th day of Matt being out.

File#2434435 Uploaded by: MatthewNPeake File#2434438 Uploaded by:MatthewNPeake File#243435 Uploaded by:MatthewNPeake File#243498 Uploaded by:MatthewNPeake File#209215 Uploaded by:MatthewNPeake File#2490875 Uploaded by:MatthewNPeake File#2499061 Uploaded by:MatthewNPeake File#3908762 Uploaded by:MatthewNPeake

“Mother fucker.”

When Bruce gets home that night, he’s got Adam and Elysetrailing in behind him. Matt is asleep on the couch- wearing a hoodie Bruceknows isn’t his, and there are tissues everywhere, but luckily it doesn’t smelllike bile.

Matt is snoring- and Bruce winces in sympathy- he could hear how clogged he sounded from thedoorway. Poor guy- always running himself into the ground.

When Peake wakes up on the 5th day of himbeing sick, he’s got his head in someone’s lap- and someone is running theirhands through his hair.

“Wass’ the time?” He tries to sit up, and is kind ofhappy when he’s not able too. The hand from his hair, pressing on his chest.

“It’s around 2 am.” That’s Elyse voice. He liked Elyse’svoice- it’s so smooth and sweet…like candy.

Matt hears her laugh and he knows he said that outloud-but before he can stress himself out and worry about it, shes dropping a kissto his still sweaty forehead and mumbling a ‘get some rest. We’ll be here whenyou get up’.

He starts to wonder ‘we’ when he hears Adam give smallsigh- and Matt opens his eyes just enough to see his feet are being rested inAdam’s lap. Adam who is fast asleep and Matt knows his back is gonna kill him tomorrow. But man sleep suresounded like a good idea.

After he’s better, and at work again- they actually sitdown and have a real adult conversation. Matt (unwillingly) tells them aboutall the things he had started doing, and he spent half an hour rambling onabout why- without actually sayingwhy.

Eventually it’s Bruce who cuts him off with a ‘What?’ and Matt is frustrated and justblurts, ‘I’m in love with you.’ Andhe drops his head, ‘All of you.’

That night- when Elyse and Adam make him lie in-betweenthem in bed- Matt quietly berates himself for not telling them sooner. And it’sonly when James’ slips into bed- behind Elyse, and grabbing his hand over herbody that he smiles.

“You’re still gonna do those edits for us though right?”James whispers it into the quiet bedroom air. And Adam is breathing steadily onthe back of Matt’s neck, and Elyse looks so calmthat Matt never wants to leave this place. So instead he chooses to squeezeJames’ hand back and reply with a soft,

“Not on your fucking life, Willems”

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